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ut-museum-guide · 2 months

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Comfort Fics to Soothe the Soul

_In no particular order

4 fics contain dark themes

5 fics contain smut (3 of 5 eventual)

12 fics are reader fics

5 fics are Sans x Sans

1. Skeleton Games

By poetax (279k words)

Characters: Muffet, Red, Edge, Reader

Tags: Feuding neighbors, vampire reader

Note: None

2. Doom and Gloom All Up in Your Room

by TrashCollector (95k)

Reader (room owner), Dust, Horror

Domestic harem

3. A Sea of Hope

By Aylish91 (26k)

Reader (runaway skeleton), Axe (Horror)

Piratetale, Y/N x Axe

Note: abuse recovery

4. Poor Little Meow Meow

By Mystique, TallDumbass (58k)

Reader (vet), Killer

Fluff and Angst, domestic, ship

Note: eventual occasional smut

5. A Lovely House of Bones

By Green_Heart88 (37k)

@/greenheartart

Reader (host), Sans, Paps, Blue, Stretch, Edge, Red

Domestic living + recovery

6. Six Skeletons, One Store Clerk

By mccloudydayz (249k)

Reader, Sans, Paps, Red, Edge, Stretch, Blue +

Harem, Domestic, multiverse shennanigans

7. Aggre(g/v)ation

By Llama_Goddess (180k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Skull, later Mobfell Sans

Domestic, lots o’ shippin’

Note: Mobfell’s house onwards is intense

8. On the Top of the Bone Pile

By Lyrjok (422k)

Reader (in band), Red, Edge, Blue, Stretch, Gaster Sans

Harem,

Note: eventual smut

9. Dirty Laundry

By popatochisp (162k)

Swapfell Sans, Swapfell Papyrus, Reader

Domestic, romance

10. Stowaway Bitty

By Historically Dragon (301k)

Bittybones (Brassberry), Reader (broke and making do)

Slice of life

11. A Trio of Misfits

By Sabinarius (56k)

Bittybones (Baby Blue, Lil Bro), Reader

Slice of life, money troubles

12. Smoke in the Mirror

By Catsitta (76k)

Mobfell Ensemble, Red, Sans

Sans x Sans

13. The Killing Kind (Comic)

By @/thegrinningkitten

Geno-Error x Reaper, Sans x Sans

14. Papyrus Dates a Bird

By WhatteauYouDoing (70k)

Reader (bird), Papyrus, Sans

Slice of life, magi

15. That Danger that Lurks Underwater

By AKA_Indulgence (67k)

Sans (meroctopus), Red (mermaid), Edge (mermaid), Reader (human)

Toxic romance, Sans x Reader

Note: dark themes

16. Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons

By RecklesslyCaffeinated (90k)

Reader, Sans, Red, Horror

Nurse x prison inmates, harem

17. Who Done It?

By Catsitta (15k) complete

Mafia Sans, Mafia Red, Mafia Edge, Reader (barista)

Mafia!Kustard, mystery, Sans x Sans

18. Cave Bear

By Llama_Goddess (35k)

Reader, Horrorfell Sans, Horrorfell Papyrus

Fall into underground, daily grind

Note: dark themes

Related one shot

19. Just Buisness

Catsitta (37k)

Sans, Red

Single parent struggle, sugar daddy red

Sans x Sans (debatable)

Note: dark themes

20. Burn Me Down

By Gypsum Lilac (22k)

Edge, Reader

Fast food domestic, mental health

21. Storm

By Nilchance

Horror, Sticks (Farmtale Sans)

Hurt/comfort, Sans x Sans

Note: smut

22. The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons

By Writers_War_Zone (113k)

Sans, Horror, Blue, Reader (ex soldier)

Animal instincts, harem, kink

Note: smut

23. Little Red

By Spectroscope (53k)

@/spectascopes

Human!SwapPaps, Human!SwapSans, OC bittybones

Bittybones, trauma recovery

24. Firsts and Seconds

by Skerb (103k)

Sticks (Farmtale Sans), Bitey/Buddy (Horrortale Sans)

Injury recovery, strangers to lovers, Sans x Sans

25. Starry Eyed

By nilchance (90k)

Sans, Red, Edge, Stretch, Gaster (AI)

Prison recovery, soulmates, pirates, outer space, Sans x Sans, Stretch x Edge, Red x Edge

Note: dark themes, occasional smut

26. AVA

By Inyahs (356k)

Anomaly OC, bittybones oc, UTMV ensemble

~ Wise crack hermit goes on adventure with grumpy insomniac bitty~

From @undertale-museum

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bakudekublogblog · 2 months

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“Pookie.”

Sunlight filters red and fleshy through Katsuki’s eyelids. He’s content and warm and there are rough fingertips on his cheeks.

“Mm,” Katsuki says, still half asleep.

“Pookie bear, wake up.”

Katsuki sighs heavily.

“‘S too early for your bullshit, Zu,” Katsuki warns, voice husky with sleep.

“It’s not bullshit,” Izuku counters with a huff. “This is important.”

He’s been on this pet name kick for at least a month now. For some reason, three years into their relationship ‘babe’, ‘baby’, and ‘sweetheart’ suddenly aren’t enough terms of endearment anymore. Katsuki blames Mina and her tendency to call Kirishima literally anything other than his name. Katsuki refuses to open his eyes. It’s a rare day off for both of them, and he’s perfectly happy to spend the morning like this: with Izuku draped over him, their legs interwoven, and Izuku’s hands on his face. His thumbs brush over Katsuki’s cheekbones.

“Sugar bear,” Izuku continues. “Sweetums.”

“No,” Katsuki says shortly. “Veto.”

Izuku huffs again. “Kaaaachan why?”

“Pick a name that isn’t cringe and I won’t veto,” Katsuki reasons.

“You think all my names are cringe!” Izuku whines.

Katsuki cracks his eyelids open. Izuku is adorably flushed and sulking at him, there are red indents from his pillow on his freckled cheek. His pout is so fucking cute that Katsuki feels the urge to sink his teeth into his plush bottom lip, morning breath be damned. Izuku smiles when their eyes meet.

“Good morning sunshine,” he says.

Katsuki snorts and Izuku brightens. “That wasn’t a no!” Izuku says, hopefully.

“It’s a no,” Katsuki says. He reaches up to card his hands through Izuku’s hair, trying in vain to tame some of Izuku’s unruly bedhead.

“Ugh!” Izuku says and god he’s cute, especially when he scowls. Izuku’s hand curls into a fist as he beats Katsuki’s chest lightly. “Why don’t you like any of them? Do you not love me anymore?”

Katsuki can’t help his lazy grin. “I love you.”

Izuku wiggles in closer, huge eyes drinking in Katsuki greedily as he brings them nearly nose to nose.

“Then lemme call you pookie bear,” he demands.

“You’re so fucking lame,” Katsuki says, all too fondly. “Pookie? Really?”

“It’s cute!” “It’s the kind of name you’d give a cat or somethin’,” Katsuki protests. “It’s not cute.”

Izuku sighs heavily. He pouts. He takes Katsuki’s face in his hands and squishes his cheeks between his palms.

“But you are,” Izuku says, stubbornly. “You are my pookie bear.”

Katsuki turns his head and bites at Izuku’s fingers. Izuku gasps, but doesn’t pull away. Katsuki catches the heel of Izuku’s palm between his teeth, nibbling gently.

“Bitey pookie bear,” Izuku scolds. Katsuki bites harder and Izuku yelps.

“Pick somethin’ else,” Katsuki gruffs. “Pookie bear ain’t sticking.”

Izuku groans. He collapses onto Katsuki’s chest and nuzzles into him with grumpy, huffy, put-out noises.

“Kacchan,” he whines.

“Mmm, I like that one,” Katsuki allows. Izuku jabs him in the ribs harshly. “Hey!”

“That one is old! We need a new one!” Izuku protests.

“Why?” Katsuki asks. “Gettin’ bored of me?”

Izuku sputters.

“No! I would never get bored of Kacchan,” Izuku says, like the suggestion deeply offends him. Katsuki wraps his arms around Izuku’s shoulders and squeezes tight. “Never ever.”

Katsuki kisses the crown of Izuku’s head tenderly. Truthfully, there is one name he’d like Izuku to call him. He’s been thinking about it for a while actually. Thinking about it for too long probably. He wonders if now is a bad time to ask.

“Sugar plum,” Izuku goes on. “Love-muffin.”

“Alright, now you’re pickin’ dumb shit on purpose,” Katsuki says, giving his nose a little pinch. Izuku’s irritated noise is nasally and half a growl.

“You pick then!” Izuku says, petulantly. “If mine are all ‘too cringe’ for you.”

Katsuki wrestles with himself for a moment. He’s been waiting for an opportunity to ask, but… is this the best time? He chews on the inside of his cheek as he considers.

“And I can pick anything?” Katsuki clarifies. “Anything I want?”

Izuku sets his chin on Katsuki’s sternum as he meets his gaze.

“Within reason,” Izuku adds.

Katsuki grins.

“Oh, so I have to be reasonable, but you can throw out shit like pookie bear,” Katsuki deadpans.

Izuku smiles at him prettily. “Yes.”

God Katsuki loves him so fucking much. He’s so goddamn lucky. It still blows Katsuki’s mind that he’s allowed this: Izuku all over him, smiling at him sweetly, wide eyes warm with affection. He wouldn’t trade this for anything. Katsuki wonders if Izuku can feel his heartbeat racing as he gathers his courage.

“Well,” Katsuki says, thumbing a curl absentmindedly. “There’s one thing I’d like to call you actually.”

That catches Izuku’s interest. His brows pop and a little frown appears on his face.

“What is it?” Izuku asks.

Katsuki bites his lower lip. Fuck, he hopes Izuku doesn’t notice the way Katsuki’s hand trembles against his cheek.

“Husband,” Katsuki manages, roughly. “I’d like to call you my husband.”

Izuku stares at him blankly. His mouth opens and closes several times. His lashes flutter as he blinks rapidly. Katsuki’s heart strains as it pounds against his ribs. Sometimes he swears he can still feel the stitching in there pulling his heartstrings taught.

“You--” Izuku begins. He sits up suddenly and there’s a rush of cold air as his body retreats. Izuku sits on his haunches and covers his gaping mouth with his hands. “You didn’t just-- But I-- Kacchan! Are you serious? I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!”

“Gross,” Katsuki says, propping himself up on his elbows. “Still wanna marry you, though.”

“Kacchan.”

Ah. There are the waterworks. Katsuki is hit with a powerful surge of fondness. That’s his silly, crybaby nerd for you. Izuku blubbers and sobs, but doesn’t say anything else, so maybe he needs more convincing. Katsuki leans over the side of the bed and rummages through his nightstand, procuring the ring box from the one place he knew Izuku would never look: the half-empty box of long-expired condoms. (His boyfriend being a cum-slut did have some advantages.) Katsuki pops the box open, presenting the silver-gold band to Izuku with a smirk.

“Oh my god,” Izuku chokes on the words. He curls up in on himself, hiding his head in his elbows. Katsuki sits up straight, sets the ring box aside, and pries Izuku’s arms apart. He drinks in the sight of Izuku, trembling and teary and oh so fucking pretty. His tears always make his doe-eyes somehow even brighter and sparklier. Katsuki touches his face tenderly.

“I love you,” Katsuki says, because he was probably supposed to have some kind of speech for this. “You’re everything I want. You’re-- you’re fuckin’ everything to me. ‘Zu.”

Fuck, he feels a lump forming in his throat already. He swallows thickly and takes in a steadying breath.

“You--” Katsuki struggles for a moment. What words could possibly encapsulate all Izuku is to him? “You’re it for me, Izuku. I want you, I choose you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I wanna give you everything you want.”

Izuku sobs and wipes his eyes with the backs of his hands. Katsuki rests his forehead against Izuku’s.

“Lemme give it to you,” Katsuki murmurs. “Lemme have you, take care of you. Call me whatever you want, just lemme be yours.”

Izuku shakes them both with his sudden laugh.

“Even pookie bear?” he asks, peeking up at him hopefully and sniffling.

Katsuki snorts and rolls his eyes. He thumbs away the tears rolling down Izuku’s cheeks.

“Yeah whatever,” Katsuki says, evenly. He presses a soft kiss to Izuku’s cheekbone. “My husband can call me whatever he wants.”

Izuku’s giggling is high-pitched and breathless. He cups Katsuki’s face in his hands and stares at Katsuki, wide-eyed and adoring.

“Husband,” Izuku says, slowly like he’s testing the word out. “Husband. Kacchan is my husband. My husband Kacchan.”

“Mmm,” Katsuki says. Izuku strokes his cheeks with gentle fingers. “Izuku.”

“Yes?” Izuku says, all too happily.

“Be my husband,” Katsuki says, more of an order than an ask.

“Yes,” Izuku agrees, grinning brilliantly. “Yes, I will.”

Katsuki throws his arms around him and crushes their bodies together. His Izuku, his partner, his best friend, his fiancé. Oh fuck. It hits him square in the chest. He’s really done it, he’s made Izuku his. He’s laid a claim on him no one else will ever have. Fiancé. Katsuki chokes on his sob. Goddamnit, Izuku’s crybaby ways are rubbing off on him.

“I love you,” Katsuki says, muffled into Izuku’s neck. He presses kisses into the soft skin of his throat. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

Izuku clutches at his hair and the back of Katsuki’s shirt.

“I love you too,” Izuku whispers. “I love you so much.”

Izuku only pulls away far enough to kiss him and alright, maybe he had a point about brushing his teeth earlier. Katsuki can hardly bring himself to care. He kisses back with fervor. They’re gross and in love and fucking engaged. Engaged! Izuku is his.

“Lemme put this on you,” Katsuki says, breaking away with a gasp. Izuku nods hurriedly. Katsuki trembles as he slips the ring onto Izuku’s finger. A perfect fit, because of course it fucking is. Katsuki doesn’t half-ass anything, especially not when it comes to Izuku. He’d made sure to take into account his knobby knuckles where the bones had never healed quite right and everything. Izuku beams down at his glimmering ring.

“My hands are too ugly for something this pretty,” Izuku complains.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki says, bringing Izuku’s scarred knuckles to his mouth and kissing them furiously. “That’s the love of my life you’re talking shit about.”

Izuku giggles as Katsuki continues to scatter kisses all over his fingers, leaving no scar or bump unscathed from his merciless affection. He only stops when Izuku instead cups his face and draws him up to press a lingering kiss to his mouth instead.

“I love you,” Izuku says, softly. “My Kacchan.”

Katsuki hums in agreement.

“My pookie bear,” Izuku adds, teasing.

Katsuki snorts and wrinkles his nose. Ugh. Alright, that will take some getting used to. He pulls away and gazes at his fiancé: all viridian curls, shiny tear-tracks lining his freckled cheeks, his wide, expressive eyes glittering with amusement. Katsuki kisses him softly.

“Yeah,” Katsuki says, trying to sound annoyed despite himself. “That’s me.”

Izuku’s laughter bubbles out of him, too bright and joyous for his body to contain. He cradles Katsuki’s throat in his hands, peppers his whole face with kisses, and it’s definitely, absolutely one-hundred percent worth it.

#bkdk #bakudeku #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #my fics #this is extremely self indulgent i hope y'all like it hehehe #bkdk being soft AND in love AND cringe #gwrites

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homeofhousechickens · 3 months

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Was sun batheing with Beeper and it's so funny she wants to cuddle and be smooched so badly but her babies keep getting mad and it was like you could tell she was getting frustrated about it. What was also funny is little Mug was also getting grumpy because he has a more refined dignified personality compared to his older more rambunctious siblings. He just wanted to be stretched out in my hand but his siblings kept moving him. Donuts is also super friendly, he really takes after his mother Sugar and climbed up on my shoulder. Stapler though I'm keeping an eye on, he is pretty bitey and he has the most comb growth compared to his brothers.

It's always interesting to see how different the pullets act compared to cockerels in a brood. Cockerels are naturally more inclined to investigate new things so when I first stick my hand in the brooder they are the first ones to dash over. Pullets in a brood tend to be kind of coy with being pet, they will stand near your hand then duck under it to be petted then they pull away stand still then run away when you try to pet them but oh here they come back for more pets. It's very cute and endearing. Cockerels will just walk right into your hands demanding attention. The pullets also tend to take a lot of social cues from Beeper, like when to eat, drink, rest. The cockerels are rambunctious and will be busy jumping and play fighting around the brooder.

I think different broodies have different parenting styles as well. Princess Cream can be a bit curt with her chicks, if they struggle with food motivation she usually won't spend a lot of time tidbitting for them or showing them food. She is also very greedy and will hork up any treats before attempting to share the leftovers with her babies. Beeper on the other hand I sometimes have to seperate to feed treats to because she is insistent on making her babies eat everything I hand her. Due to this her chicks will actually eat a wider variety of food then she will? I hand her some greens and she goes "ew no, hey children? Children? Come eat this its good for you!" Beeper is actually a little bit underweight because of this as well, she is very insistent her babies get full crops before she eats. My other broody I let raise chicks before, Muffin, doesn't seem to understand chicks need food and water. She will call them over to food then get distracted eating it or she will go dust bathe while her chicks are peeping for warmth.

It's cool how good a mother Beeper has been so far. I definitely would let her hatch more eggs for me in the future if she wanted to.

#Beeper is like a gentle parent #though... when Beeper was very young i was very inistent she fill her crop before i left her alone #because she was so little and sickly #so maybe... she is copying that?#who knows what goes on in Beepo brain

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selfindulgentpixies · 5 months

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Frenzied

Satoru Gojo x Gn!reader (afab)

MDNI And here it is! This has been in a my drafts for a bit. I love feral Gojo but I'm just so slow at smut. I hope it turned out well though and that you all enjoy it. Cw:GN!reader,Afab!reader,only they them pronouns used for reader, Gojo isn't the best at communication, might be a little dub conish but reader is enthusiastic, unprotected sex, slightly dom Gojo, ijichi gets the short end of the stick i'm so sorry Ijichi you put up with so much. Oh and Gojo is very bitey. I like his teeth okay?

He was never supposed to notice. He was supposed to be too focused when he got like this during a mission. Eyes wild with the adrenaline and blood lust, that’s what it was after all, you couldn’t call it anything else. Rarely were you put on missions with him unless your technique was specifically needed, you were more of a utility sort of sorcerer and while yes, technically you were a first grade, combat wasn’t where you excelled. So for dangerous missions where your cursed technique was required you were often put with Gojo. Which was fine! You enjoyed his company honestly. You thought he was funny and he’d seemed absolutely gleeful when he realized you found his antics entertaining.

It’s how you started ending up on more missions with him you’re pretty sure. Because if the strongest wanted something he’d get it. And you’re almost certain he decided at some point he wanted your company because you’re suddenly being put on missions with him where you don’t actually have to be there.

This increased frequency in you accompanying him though is how you begin to witness the frenzy he goes into during battle. The first time it happens you get a little thrill of fear as well as… well you don’t know how to place the feeling exactly. Not in this context anyway, not immediately because you don’t want to admit it to yourself. But after a second and third time you can’t deny what it is, the frenzy he goes into, his show of power, you’re turned on by it. What does that say about you that him laughing sadistically, each titter of sound bleeding out a bit more of his sanity, makes desire spark in your veins. What does it say that when he easily tears opponents apart but still draws it out that you press your thighs together as you feel that familiar coil of heat forming.

He was never supposed to notice though.

Of course he notices.

It happens on a mission where in your mind you were glad that you were needed at least. It was getting hard to get other work done with how often you’d been getting sent on missions with him lately. Which you knew from rumors other people were starting to take notice of the frequency with which you were going on missions with the strongest who normally preferred to work alone. At this rate you were going to need to have a talk with him.

But you had more pressing issues right now.

Gojo releases a long breath as he tosses the head of a curse he’d just torn to pieces like it was nothing, passing fingers through his hair, pushing it from his face for but a moment before it flops back over his forehead. His eyes shift to you then and you realize that the frenzy is still there as he turns to walk toward you. It feels different than every other time before that he’s gone to meet back up with you at the end of one of these missions. The air about him hasn’t calmed at all like it normally does as he approaches you.

A shiver runs through you and you smile a bit nervously. “Guess that about wraps up the mission then. We just need to go get the.. artifact.. from the shrine…” Your voice trails off as he gets further and further into your personal space, backing you against the stone wall surrounding the shrine in question. “U-uh, Gojo, you’re getting awful clo-” You choke a little when the man in question is suddenly fully in your space, nearly pressing you against the wall with his forearms resting against the wall on either side of your head. Oh oh the frenzy is definitely still in his eyes. “Gojo?”

He closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath, seeming to try and rein himself in. Then those electric blue eyes are focused on you again and he lowers his face closer to you. You’re so close in fact that his warm breath fans over your face. “You like this, don’t you?”

You stutter, feeling heat rush to your face and well… “L-like what? What are you talking about?” Play dumb, play dumb because there’s no way he’d picked up on how you react to him fighting, right? You’re just coworkers, perhaps friends even.

“Don’t be coy, you don't think you can trick these eyes do you? I see how you watch me fight, the way your pupils dilate, the rush of blood in your veins-” He smirks seeing how you seem to get more and more flustered as he speaks. “You don’t need me to continue, do you?”

You shake your head in a jerky movement.

“Good,” he husks. “Now I’m going to give you a chance to say ‘no’ if you want me to stop. Because if I start I don’t think I’ll stop.” A shiver runs through you at his words.

You think you must look pretty silly right now, with how wide your eyes must be as you stare up at him. A deer caught in headlights. It occurs to you as his words sink in that he hasn’t actually touched you at all yet. Caged you against a wall sure but he seems to have very deliberately kept himself from actually touching you.

You give a jerky lil nod and he tuts at you.

“No, I need you to say very clearly what you want. Whatever it is, I'll respect it but you need to say it clearly.” You could swear you see the muscles in his neck strain and his fists against the wall next to your head ball up tightly.

You stare into his wild eyes, thinking of all the times you’d watched him lose himself to the thrill of battle. Watching the power he displays and wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a different kind of frenzy from him. “Okay.” You swallow thickly. He looks like he’s about to say something but you continue knowing that wasn’t enough. “I want this- I want you,” your voice shakes ever so slightly, but you still hold his intense gaze.

He grins and it’s all teeth. “You have no idea how much i’ve wanted to hear you say that.” and like his grin his kiss is all teeth too as he presses you against the wall. Nipping at your lips until you part them for him with a gasp. You feel the fabric of your shirt pull taut before it gives, the buttons flying off to be lost on the forest floor. With the way he devours your mouth you can’t find a moment to protest, though you let out a yelp that he swallows when suddenly he lifts you by your hips and guides you to wrap your legs around his waist. In this position sandwiched firmly between him and the wall you can now feel his bulge grinding against your backside. You whine into the kiss, your arms going around his broad shoulders and one of your hands scratching through his undercut. It elicits a shiver and groan from him and he parts his mouth from yours finally, a string of saliva shining in the moonlight connecting the two of you as you gasp for breath.

He surprises you by nipping at the fat or your cheek before licking over it and moving to repeat the motion more harshly against your neck. The mark was definitely going to be visible later. “Ah- Gojo wait” you yelp when he delivers a particularly harsh bite along with bucking his hips against you before he speaks.

“Satoru.”

“E-eh?”

“Call me Satoru,” he says while kissing up your neck, the sudden gentleness a contrast to seconds before. At the same time as he kisses up your neck one of his hands smoothes over the softness of your belly and up to your chest where he gropes at you. “Fuck you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you.” It’s a statement not a question as he catches your kiss swollen lips in another kiss.

You realize then that you no longer feel the cool stone of the wall pressed against your back but you’re still suspended in air without the burden being placed on your thighs wrapped around Gojo’s slim waist. He’s holding you up with his technique. Something about that makes you throb, clenching around nothing. He chuckles into the kiss and you feel his arm brush against your thigh and realize he’s reached below you followed by the sound of his belt coming undone and then the shifting about of fabric. “Now what should I do about yours? I could just rip them off.” You shiver and he grins into the kiss.

“Go-.. Satoru w-we still have to get the artifact after and I am not stumbling back to have Ijichi drive us home with my clothes in tatters,” You protest your voice unsteady when suddenly for different reasons than the rest of the night your stomach swoops. You blink up at Gojo dazedly as you suddenly find yourself laying amongst soft blankets. He’s untangling your legs from his waist so he can step back and pull off your shoes. Once your shoes are discarded he kisses your ankle before letting your foot drop the comforter.

“No need for you to stumble back anywhere now,” He says smoothly as he steps back from the bed, kicking off his shoes and beginning to discard his clothes without care. You swallow thickly as you prop yourself up on your elbows, unable to tear your eyes away from him. In the dim light of the room, illuminated by the moon and city lights outside the window he practically glows. Each divested piece of clothing revealing plains of hard muscle that had previously been hidden by his loose uniform. All thoughts of your mission have seemingly been wiped from your mind as your eyes slide over him, down to the line of his hips just as he pulls down his slacks and underwear in a smooth motion, his pretty cock springing free. You finally tear your eyes away, your shyness suddenly heating your blood almost a much as your arousal.

“Ah ah, come on eyes on me.” The bed dips and you feel him run his hands up your clothed legs. He stops and waits for you to look at him once he reaches your waistband and once your gaze meets his he rips off your pants, shreds them like tissue paper as the feral look seems to flare back to life in his eyes. You only manage a squeak as form of protest before he drags you by the hips up toward him. He sits up on his knees leaving you curved with only your shoulders and head still on the bed as he presses his face to the wetness soaking your underwear. When you feel him take a deep breath followed by a groan rumbling out of his chest you cover your face, overwhelmed with how debauched this all is. It finally sinks in that whatever he decides to do you’re along for the ride now.

He bites your thigh, making you jolt. “I said eyes on me,” his voice comes out in a low growl spoken against your skin. When you uncover your face you're met with his wild gaze. It makes arousal pool in your belly even as it makes your hair stand on end. Seemingly satisfied he moves back to your clothed cunt. Without you meaning to a whimper passes your lips when he takes the fabric between his teeth and he rips it. The fabric dangles from your hips as he leans in to immediately lick up your slit, collecting the slick there before pulling your clit into his mouth. He sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves, his nose pressed into the hair above it all while you twitch and jerk in his steel hold. “S-satoruuu,” you moan out his name brokenly. You can’t do more than jerk and twitch in his grip since he’s left you with absolutely no leverage with only your shoulders barely resting on the bed. Your hands uselessly scrabble at the comfortner beneath you and you twist the fabric between your fingers as he devours your sweet cunt, his own moans rumbling into your most sensitive flesh.

He pulls his mouth off of you just as you near your peak drawing a broken whine out of you. “ ‘m so close, Satoru, please-” You watch though as he keeps your folds parted with his fingers and then gathers spit in his mouth before letting it drool over your entrance. Then he lowers your lower half to the bed so he can slot himself between your thighs. He runs his cock through your folds, wetting it with a mix of your slick and his own saliva before he lets it rest heavy between your folds just seeming to admire the view. You can feel your pulse throb in your cunt, your walls clenching around nothing as his wild eyes take in the most intimate parts of you both. He rocks his hips against you teasingly before he finally, finally begins to push into you, drawing moans from both of you. The stretch something you’ve been craving and you urge him forward by pulling on him with the heel of your foot at his lower back.

“Just can’t wait for me can you?” He smirks teeth bared slightly when he suddenly fully sheaths himself in you, eliciting a cry from your pretty lips. And oh how pretty they are, all kiss bitten and swollen from him already, they’re so pretty in fact he has to lean down, covering you with his larger frame with his arms bracketed on either side of you so he can capture your lips in a kiss that felt as if he was starved for you. His cock drags through your walls, languid at first before he sets a merciless pace. Your arms find their way around his neck, holding tight to him like a lifeline as he rocks the two of you back and forth. Your fingers scratch through his undercut and he breaks the kiss, the two of you panting and moaning into eachothers mouths. His wild gaze holding your own until suddenly you’re arching your back up toward him, pressing your chests together as cry out as your orgasm crashes through you. He doesn’t stop, fucking you through it as you clench and spasm, creaming around his cock.

You begin to scratch at his shoulders. “Satoruuu please i-it’s too much I-” you gasp.

“Not yet,” he says while nipping at your ear. “I haven’t had enough of you yet.” And indeed he hasn’t come yet. He was so close though as he suddenly wraps his arms around you before dragging you up with him as he changes to a sitting position so he can quite literally bounce you on his cock. The movements eliciting little cries and gasps from you as he sets to further marking up your neck. Soon though he’s simply panting against the column or your throat with the threat of his teeth pressed against your pulse as you feel him spill into you. He presses you down against him, seemingly trying to bury himself as deeply into you as he possibly can.

He eases the pair of you down to your sides then, his softening cock still nestled inside of you. Some of the frenzy has calmed now and intimately, more tenderly than you would have expected he kisses over your face, lips gentle as they move over your features before resting his forehead against your own. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” There’s a clarity in his eyes suddenly.

The questions and concern in his voice startles you a little and with your arm not trapped between his neck and pillow you bring your hand to caress his cheek. “No you didn’t hurt me, Satoru,” you say with a euphoric giggle bubbling in your chest.

It’s his turn to look surprised, your laugh seeming to make him shy. Which how novel, The Gojo Satoru looking shy, and after he’d just fucked you within an inch of your life no less. You dart forward the short distance and kiss the tip of his slightly upturned nose.

The two of you relax into momentary easy silence when suddenly it occurs to you. “Ah! The mission! We were in the middle of a mission and we just left Ijichi-”

Gojo holds you in place as he eases himself up and slips from you, making you wince as you feel his cum begin to slide out of you. You watch as he seems to very unbotheredly crawl to the end of the bed, all while giving you a very nice view of his backside, before he stretches out and you hear the shuffle of fabric before his face is lit up by the light of his phone. He stays like that half hanging off the bed as he taps away with his thumb. You’re admittedly very tempted to smack his butt but refrain for the moment. “Okay, I told him to go home and that I was just going to warp us back because you were so tired from the mission.” You make a small sound of protest to which he glances back at you with a smirk. “Oh would you rather I be honest?”

You gasp. “Of course not!”

His phone pings, he glances at it and then crawls back up the bed to place the phone on his bedside table.

“And the artifact.”

“What artifact?” Then his eyes widen when he realizes his slip.

“What do you mean what artifact? You know the whole reason I was needed for the mission.” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously.

“Okay what if hypothetically there wasn’t an artifact… and I just wanted to spend time with you?”

You blink at him unimpressed before grabbing a pillow and smacking him over the head. “Just ask me out on a date like a normal person next time!”

He catches the pillow and lifts it to peek at you. “So I still get a next time?” He’s grinning at you boyishly.

Your cheeks heat up somewhat and then you clear your throat. “Yes but only if you replace my clothes though.” You motion toward yourself and the tattered bits of clothes that still clung to you. Honestly you looked a bit like a wild animal had mauled you between the destroyed clothes and the bites littering your body.

He laughs and the sound makes your chest swell. “Deal. I’ll buy you whatever you’d like.” He suddenly moves into your space, leaning his head down so he can tuck his face into your neck.

You spend the night with him then, he helps you get cleaned up and dresses you in one of his shirts before the two of you curl back up in his bed. He falls asleep with his head on your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair. The calm state he’s been lulled into by you a stark contrast to the frenzy that had set the night in motion.

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Whew! Smut is so nerve wracking for me to write but you don't get good at anything by not doing it. I hope this reads well you all enjoy it. 💕 Comments and interaction are always appreciated.

@strawberrystepmom @missmugiwara @4sat0ruu @icy-spicy @hauntedhearthowl @biscuitsngravie @pastelle-rabbit @missphanosaur18 @crysugu @whispers-of-lilith @nanamikentoseyebags @margumis @demonwoman (thought i'd add you on since you asked for recs tonight so i hope that's okay)

#satoru gojo x reader #gn!reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x gn!reader #rossi writes

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vintagewildlife · 2 months

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WE DID IT!! As promised, here are photos of my weird pets

Kvisth is my little baby himbo who is too stupid for food puzzles and bites the cage if I don't give him treats fast enough

Tiffin is a frail victorian girl who has every disease because she was irresponsibly backyard-bred and neglected as a baby. She runs the pig pen

Pooka is plotting everyone's downfall. She's too smart for her own good, probably because she's lowest in the hierarchy, so she's learned how to finesse food from the others

These are my Peruphasma schultei and Diapherodes gigantea sticks, they tolerate my presence. The Peruphasmas only spray toxins at me a few times a year

Kali (Ceratogyrus darlingi) is a bitey little beast but she's never caused me any problems. I love her. Candy (Hapalopus sp. Columbia) is my best girl, she can do no wrong. Lucky (Monocentropus balfouri) is the sole survivor of a disease outbreak in the colony and they test my patience every day by going on random fasts.

In memoriam:

Starlight (Heteroscodra maculata) is the best tarantula I've ever had and I miss him dearly. He never caused any problems for me, despite his species' reputation, and seeing him was always a joy. Captain Daimio was my second in command and he taught me that centipedes really aren't mean, they're just very sensitive and a bit moody.

Hector isn't dead, he's just a bastard. I got him to keep Kvisth company but they never stopped arguing. One time they fought so bad I had to intervene, and Hector severed a branch of the ulnar nerve in my pinky finger, permanently ruining all sensation. So I got him neutered and rehomed. He has two wives now, I'm sure he's happy.

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comfymoth · 8 months

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little bitey puppoier thinks he has his hands full protecting his jaiden, can't wait for him to realize that he has to protect his cellbit, too, because, let's face it, tiny little asthmatic cellbit would 100% keep sticking his nose into other kids' business because he does Not know when to stop lol

NOOO AWW NOT THE ASTHMA—

god, roier absolutely does have his little hands full with this goofball. he can’t leave him alone for a second!! no, really though. he can’t. cellbit has to stay in from recess one time, and roier spends the entire period sat outside the school door just whining.

it’s just, maybe a liiiittle bit complicated, given that cellbit has four whole other werewolf friends already, and roier is So new to figuring that one out. baby’s first lesson in sharing, and also baby’s first lesson in ‘but what if i wanna be BEST best friends’

#qsmp #monster kid au

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 7 months

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A friend and I have a little headcanon that sometimes, if the two disagree enough on something, Legacy and Childe can basically end up splitting apart. You have human Ajax, since his memory of the Abyss is with Legacy, and you have big monster Legacy, who is very instinctive/kinda feral and secretly touch-starved, big fluffy crustacean (or moth!) man that vaguely recognizes people from the fuzzy imprints of memories from Childe.

BOTH are very clingy and want attention, and both get a little (a lot) jealous of each other. Cue the three-way cuddles with you in the middle, these two sticking their tongues out at each other over your head while you obliviously doze in comfort.

(His s/o in this case has prosthetic [metal, based off Ruin Guards] limbs and they let Legacy nibble at them when he's feeling bitey and can't go fight something, as well. Took a bit of convincing for him to see it didn't hurt anything. I love talking about these silly blorbos and here I am joining you in brainrot)

you 🤝 me talking about these blorbos

oh imagine your surprise when you come home and there are TWO people in your house- one human, one Abyssal, and both ginger-haired and very familiar. Ajax runs over to you first and hugs you tight, burying his face into your shoulder with a content sigh. Foul Legacy approaches you more cautiously, leaning forward to delicately sniff your hand before chittering in realization, his wings fluttering happily as he remembers you. but Ajax sticks his tongue out at his Abyssal half, squeezing you a little tighter as Legacy hisses quietly, his fur bristling. it takes you stepping between them with your hands up to get them to stop glaring at each other, putting aside their petty argument to snuggle up to you for a nap instead, Ajax's arm around your waist and Foul Legacy's head pressed against your stomach

the problem doesn't go away overnight- Ajax is forced to attend to his Harbinger duties and you have to go to work, leaving Foul Legacy home alone. he hates being alone, hates it so much, and when you finally return you're greeted with a very enthusiastic headbump that's definitely going to leave a bruise. you smile and spend a few minutes lavishing Legacy with attention, scratching under his chin and behind his horns, chuckling as he purrs and gently nibbles your metallic fingers. suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, Ajax smooching your cheek and pouting, waiting for you to ruffle his hair like you always do. he sticks his tongue out at Legacy, who promptly sticks his own out, having learned what the gesture means, and you stifle another laugh

they'll go back to being just Childe eventually, but for now, you don't really mind spending time with both of them

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #*kisses both of them*#rest assured if you're in trouble they'll put aside their differences SO quickly #also you talking about prosthetics is making me want to ramble about my automaton oc aaaaaaaaaa #ajax: *sticks his tongue out at legacy*#legacy: *sticks his tongue out at ajax*#ajax: >:O!!!!!!#short scenario #other's stuff #good evening :)

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inkyquince · 1 year

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Patreon Post: Teacher Fuck Fest

content warning. stupidly dubcon (in river's, its both sides who are undergoing the dubcon), filming, spanking, rough sex, cum play, free use. Puppyboy reader, stuck in the wall, dubcon.

If your brain was slightly more human, then it would be cursing your dog side. But it wasn’t. So your only thought was about how to get out of his hole and continue chasing the catgirl into the park. Mason had sent you out from the swimming pool after refusing to do anything but a doggy paddle and you got distracted on your way out, spotting a dark tail poking out of the trash cans. Now, you’re here, stuck, in your swimsuit and your ass stuck out just behind the hedges of the staff car park.

You’ve been hanging there for too fucking long, at least for your impatient canine brain and all you could do was kick your legs and grumble every time your slowly drying swimsuit slipped down your body a bit.

Meanwhile Mason was at the end of his patience for you. You were one of his favorites until you went missing and suddenly you were just… Different. Bratty and bitey and suddenly not at the top of your class anymore, giving up on the breast or back stroke, in case happily padding with your weird new tail wagging wetly in the water.

Worst of all, he told you to wait in the changing room for him to give you a stern talking to but you were goddamn gone. Mason had just given the class a small break as he left to chew you out, but now here he was, going to talk to Leighton about this when he caught sight of something, just as he was crossing the car park. A little ass sticking out of the hole in the fencing that reached all the way around the school.

… He hated the fact that he could tell it was your ass. Not because he’d stare! Just because… Mason would y’know be around you every afternoon on weekdays and he could start…. He was not going to finish that thought. Instead he marched over to you, his eyes struggling not to drop down and admire the freed flesh of your tight swimsuit. Jesus, he remember just staring at you when you first came back, this fucking… This disgustingly fat bulge in your trunks. You were just inviting the others to fucking grope you, not that you minded.

Shaking the thoughts free, he came closer and closer before resting his hands on his hips.

“Now what exactly are you doing?”

Your tail jerked in surprise and the hair on it began to rise in hostility.

“Were you trying to escape school grounds? That’s going to earn you a detention with Principal Leighto-”

“Just shut up and get me out!” You barked, your claws scratching at the fence.

Mason blinked in surprise and took half a step back, utterly bewildered. You used to be one of his favorite students. It didn’t matter if you sucked at swimming, you were always a good listener and was never perverted towards him, like some of your peers, or even the headmaster. But now?

Now you were a foul mouthed mongrel.

And he knew what to do with disobedient mongrels.

Mason usually prided himself on his patience, especially with his students, but it all boiled over. He was at his limit. Without a thought in his head, except the red filling his vision and how pretty it painted your skin, he raised his hand and roughly backhanded your ass with a loud slap. You stiffened up with a yelp and remained frozen, ass still thoroughly perked up.

“Are you going to listen now?” Mason snapped. Your tail flicked a bit, almost shy but Mason saw it as a taunt. “... Fine. Fine! I’ve always had patience when it came to you but you’re throwing it in my fucking face.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were less of a dog and more of a bitch.

With a fluid yank, your swim trunks were ripped down to rest on your ankles, your bare ass and fat cock bare. Much to Mason’s chagrin, your tail began to wag, as if you couldn’t help but to be turned on by this. He never wanted to listen to those disgusting rumors about you, even when you were more of a human than a disgusting mongrel you are now.

Despite his angry thoughts, the red slowly began to drain from his vision, instead replaced with a faint pink hue. It was unfair. You were the one who made him pay attention to you like this. From the time in the locker, to the pond, to…. Everything. You were fucking with him and he couldn't help the way his cock began to harden underneath his tight swim trunks. He glances at the sky, as if begging for help to prevent what he was about to do, but he still pulled his cock free with a swear. It was only payback. For being a brat, for the locker, for having such a juicy cock hidden away in those shorts, flashed at him when hanging out at the pond.

Your whines grew louder as his cockhead dragged against your hole, catching on your rim a few times before he roughly shoved himself in, his breath hitching. You gave a loud bark and he roughly dug his fingernails into your hips, hissing at you to shut up.

His thrusts were hard and cruel, but fast, as if he could only get out of this fast enough, it wouldn’t count. It wouldn’t count that he was using his favorite student, that you were moaning so unabashedly on his cock, that he’s been waiting for this for so fucking long after all that perverted staring. You cum, hands free on his cock, and he leaves you dripping thickly and stuck in the wall. Mason promised himself to come back later, he just needs to get back to class, but something cruel and hungry was fine with leaving you, all alone and defenseless out here for anyone to see.

And someone did see.

Winter was heading back to his car to retrieve one of his favorite historical items to show to the class before adding it to the museum’s collection but stopped short of his car, seeing a cute little ass poking out of the fence, cum dripping down from an abused little hole. How long have you been there? And more importantly, why weren’t you in his class that morning? Ignoring the fact he knew your ass like the back of his hand now, just from all the dunking's he put you through, he walked closer, idly squeezing the flesh of your ass with his gloved hands. You gave a startled bark and Winter just smirked at the sound. He wasn’t the biggest fan of your transformation, truth be told. You were less careful with artifacts, and struggled to listen to his lesson plans. Worst of all, since you were gone, he couldn’t punish you like he used to, after class and in the museum.

Stepping away to his car, he unlocked the boot and took out the paddle he was going to replace the old one in his classroom with, since the splinters had begun to form along the sides. The new one felt comfortable in his hand and he smiled down at it, lightly tapping it against his palm before heading back to you.

The first rough smack against your ass had you yelping, kicking out your legs and panting, your feet digging into the harsh gravel of the ground as you tried to pull yourself forward, through the hole, to no avail. Winter smiles at the growing welt on your ass, and readied the paddle again. He missed this. The heavy thwaps against your ass, smacking the flesh over and over again, his cock slowly getting harder as you whined and barked out as your ass was abused. Winter wasn’t very sentimental, but you were always one he enjoyed watching being punished.

Once the fifty punishing smacks were all fully counted and you were twitching, Winter finally unzipped his trousers with a sigh. He wasn’t going to fuck you, no. He prefers marking his work properly. If he was a younger man, he’d be embarrassed that he came all over your ass in just a few strokes, but he was aged and completely fine with the way he painted your skin with his seed in just a few moments. He gives your abused flesh and idle pat and leaves.

Not that his departure left you in peace for long. Not since your favorite teacher to sniff at was heading out to take a phone call, only to freeze, his thick fingers paused over the keypad of his screen. Doren could only stare, his lips slightly parted behind his bushy ginger hair. He immediately drops his phone and strides over, settling his hands on your hips.

“You alright, lad?” To which you could only whine and your tail weakly wags at the sound of his voice. “Fuck. Okay, let’s try and get you out of there.” Doren firmly gripped you and began to slowly tug you out, your struggles to get out the other side having lodged you further into the fence, so it was a struggle.

What was worse, was that your ass, still slowly dripping cum, was pressed right against his crotch, staining his trousers. How could this get worse? Well, you made it worse. You were so happy to have Doren here, helping you, with his warm, rough hands trying to get you out, that your tail was wagging wildly, your ass wriggling excitedly for freedom. Doren is just a man. He is just a man, and you’re just this delectable little puppy who likes to press your nose into his side whenever you two are alone.

What else was he supposed to do, but get stupidly hard?

“Calm down.” Doren muttered softly, more to him than to you, but in either case, it was a plea. A plea for his cock to stop swelling so thickly.

It was just… You wouldn’t mind? The way you acted in his apartment, the way you pawed at him, it all pointed to you… Not minding.

“... Give me a moment, lad.” Doren whispered hoarsely as he slowly unzipped his cock, the throbbing need becoming too much for him to ignore anymore.

Your hole was so fucking inviting. Even fucked loose, the way your rim was just so sloppy and pretty, open all just for him. You didn’t even know what a fucking tease you were, what a intensely sexual fantasy you had become in his dreams. You could be fucked out and covered in stranger’s cum and so far gone you were drooling, and he’d still walk up to have his turn.

Biting down hard down on his lip, he lightly patted his fat cockhead against your loose rim, loving the way it would catch on his erection, as if begging him to push all the way in. Which he did. Your hole took him easily, all the way to the base. This wasn’t how he wanted his first time with you. Humping at your hole, whispering for you to just give him a few moments, and then he can get you out. His fat cock filled you blissfully, making you moan and whine, your cock dribbling thickly as he fucked you, ruined you.

His cum is thick and copious, your ass struggling to hold any of it. After he finished, Doren just tried again, huffing softly, more from the sex than trying to get you out. A few minutes passed before he patted your ass and promised to come back soon, he needs something from the wood working department to help get you out.

When River found you, he almost died. Fell backwards with his bag full of math textbooks to take home to grade. Nearly hit his head. Instead he scrambled away, and got to Leighton, telling him there was an issue in the carpark and he needed to come look at it. Poor River. Actually trying.

It didn’t turn out as he thought it would. It never does. Not where Leighton was concerned anyway. So there it was. His neck gripped tightly, the whirring of the camera loud in his ears, along with the thrum of his heartbeat and blood rushing, sloppily fucking your ass as you panted and weakly kicked, even as your tail wagged excitedly. Leighton just watches, slightly behind River as he palms his cock, absolutely delighted there was the perfect stuck in the wall scene unfolding right in front of him. Though he did wish that there was more cameras aimed at the car park, so he could get the full footage, see who else fucked your squirming little body.

River was just frozen up, unwilling to disobey the headteacher, but worse, his cock feeling too good for him to be totally disinterested. His breath was too shaky, even as disgust beaded like sweat along his back, other mens’ cum coating his own cock.

With a ragged breath, his hands slowly found your hips, to help pull you out, even as he fucked into you.

Which ended worse for River. He should have known, ever since you mounted him in the classroom for pulling your ears. After all the tugging from Doren, he managed to pull out, only to stumble back and land on his back, splayed weakly out on his chest, still sitting on his dick.

You were going to get off of him now, weren’t you?

Of course not.

Not when there was a twitching cock under you, and you had yet to go soft.

Leighton adjusted the camera to properly capture this half feral dogboy student roughly gripping River’s shirt as he bounced stupidly on his cock, his own knotted prick leaking thickly all over the two of them.

Sirris eventually found you. Poor puppy, too numb to move after River stumbled away and Leighton just patted your cheek and came over your face. With a soft coo, he took a blanket from his car and wrapped it around you, herding you gently to the Staff Room so he could clean you up in private in the toilets connecting to the room.

With gentle caresses, he cleaned the cum off your face, admiring the way your tail wagged as he gently stroked your sides, but nothing prepared him for the way you began to sniff at his crotch, a strange gleam in your eyes. It’s something he saw when he first started learning about biology, and they talked about how the biologies of submissive dogboys can randomly kickstart a heat. As he attempted to tug you away, you were already lapping at his crotch, trying to sniff and taste his cock, that was hardening quickly under all the attention. You were also so much stronger than him, pushing him down to slobber all over his cock.

Sirris just managed to fumble with his phone, messaging Sydney that he was going to be late to the sex shop before leaning his head back to enjoy your drooling tongue on his balls.

#patreon post #leighton the headteacher #sirris the science teacher #river the maths teacher #doren the english teacher #mason the swim teacher #winter the history teacher #dol #degrees of lewdity #nsft #quincewrites

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