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ftmsteveraglan · 4 months
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the fnaf movie really was a win for bisexuals. we got:
-sad pathetic wet cat short king who's actually a single mother
-evil dilf who's canonically gross and stinky and calls himself daddy
-perfect angel woman who has never done anything wrong in her entire life fighting through the horrors™
-matpat
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goryhorroor · 6 months
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day 18 of horror: female vampires
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xythlia · 3 months
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› he's obsessed w you (and your pussy)
mdni. f!reader. pussy worshipping satoru. fingering. clit play. edging. multiple orgasms. biting mention. squirting.
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satoru who loves playing with your pussy, getting you situated between his legs and creeping his hands up your thighs. especially if you wore those cute sleep shorts to bed last night, the ones that bunch up around your ass when you wake up and sleepily pad into the kitchen looking for coffee.
you don't have to worry, he's got something that can wake you up much better than a cup of steaming hot caffeine ever could. he's practically addicted to the way you moan, quiet and breathy, as his fingers stroke you through your shorts at first. squirming in his hold as you feel his erection press against your lower back but he's not concerned about himself just yet.
placing wet, sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, trailing his tongue against your warm skin makes his head spin and he's gotta use his other hand to hold your hip firmly in place. no wiggling away from him, not when the thought of you has been tempting him since last night. when you whine out his name and paw as his forearms it just urges him on, pulling the fabric to the side to swipe his fingers against you and feel just how wet you are.
"woke up like this, huh? you know I can help," he purrs against the back of your neck as your head rolls back to rest against his chest. Your lips are parted and little puffs of air are coming harshly from between them as his index delicately circles your clit. He doesn't apply much pressure, it's almost like the ghost of a touch against you but it's enough to already have you whining and begging for him to touch you more, stop being so mean 'toru.
but you don't know he's not being mean, quite the opposite it's just that the slick feeling of your pussy drives him insane and feeling the sticky warmth inside you as he slides two fingers against your fluttering walls makes curses drop from his mouth instantly. The way you massage his fingers in a pulsing rhythm is beyond sinful, your body begging him to indulge more, more, more.
and who is he to deny you?
"shit," he grips a handful of your inner thigh as his fingers keep working you open at a lazy pace. there's no rush, not this morning when the sun's barely up and the sounds of the world waking have yet to reach through the exterior of your home. he can feel the way your muscles tense, flexing and holding taut every time he scissors his long fingers against your silky walls.
the squelching sound that fills the apartment makes him salivate, if it was possible he'd have hearts in his eyes from that alone. you're absolutely soaked now, arousal coating his fingers and seeping into the palm of his hand as your hips buck and jerk in a sporadic rhythm shamelessly desperate to chase your release.
but he doesn't want this to be over too soon, not when he's only just started. so he switches, fingers pulling out of you and moving back up to rub your adorably puffy clit. it makes your voice crack and he knows without even looking that there's tears in your eyes now, and you're beyond the point of being able to speak now it's just hiccuped moans and broken cries of his name joining the squishy sound of him toying with you.
it may as well be his own personal platinum record, he could have this cacophony on repeat for a week and die a happy man. his other hand drifts up to grope and massage your breasts intermittently through your t-shirt, one stolen from his wardrobe that you look so jaw dropping in. he groans feeling your nails bite into his forearm, his teeth returning the favor against the side of your neck while you sob and your body goes rigid in his lap.
he knows this is it, feels the stray tears splash against his hand as they drop from your face while your gasps turn silent, mouth hung open and body rigid while his fingers never stop playing with your clit as you ride out the orgasm and he feels, somehow, even more of your slick mixed with cum dripping out of you and making even more of a mess between your legs.
but even after you start coming down satoru doesn't stop. rolling your cute little clit between his fingers and making you nearly jump out of your skin from the unrelenting pleasure, squeezing his arm and begging for a break.
"don't wanna leave my favorite girl just yet," and you just know he's talking about both you and your pussy. it makes you groan and grind your hips again as his fingers dip back inside you, languidly exploring every inch of you while your body can't help but spam intermittently, aftershocks of your previous orgasm hitting against the new waves of pleasure building towards a second.
"toru please," you cry out, the sounds getting mangled by the way your breathing gets so harsh. you're practically crying now, and it's not just your thighs shaking by your whole body because he's taking advantage of the fact that your first orgasm left you so raw.
he shushes you, coos at you so sweetly while his thumb presses against your clit again and you sob, clawing at his skin as he settles on a more rapid pace this time, just to see you come fully undone in his lap. it doesn't take long at all, and he can feel the way liquid spurts against his hand. a lovesick grin works it's way across his face at that and he pulls his hand away fully, situating your shorts back in place over his favorite little treat as he places a sweet kiss to your temple.
satoru knows you're basically made of jello now, answering him in little grunts when he asks if you'd like to sit with him in the bath for a bit, let him hold you and work your body and mind back to full consciousness. carefully he gathers you in his arms, peppering more kisses across your face in silent thanks for always being so good to him, good for him.
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fell-contract · 4 months
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artist formerly known as @guiding-ring
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joonberriess · 1 month
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idk what to put for thirst night but something with sbd!jk i miss him 😩😩😩
☆ sbd!jk, DADDY’S HOME (kinda..😭)
with one leg thrown over his shoulder you hold on for dear life as he pounds the fuck out of you. his cock’s pushing incessantly against your g-spot nonstop. the angle is so good you feel your legs shaking already from the overstimulation.
jungkook has you sitting over his recording equipment in his private studio. you swear you had only came to drop off his mail but somehow turned into a pussy eating session and now a fucking session.
“f-fuck,” you throw your head back and tighten your grip over the edge of the table, “slow you down fucking animal..!” you whimper.
he responds by slapping his hips up into you faster, tightening his grip on you and reaching between you to rub at your sensitive clit, “you don’t want that,” he grits out, “sloppy lil pussy’s gushing for more—shit baby, you got me all soaked.” he moans.
your eyes slip shut as you tremble under him, your face is hot with embarrassment as the sounds of your pussy gushing and his balls slapping you are louder than your moans. if anyone were to pass they would for sure know..
“there you go,” he whispers, “jus like that, taking me so well.” he licks his lips.
you mewl and dig your nails into his arm, “j-jungkook,”
“that’s it, let em know who’s fucking you.” he purrs and speeds up.
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jokeuspocus · 4 months
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*sighs* I am going to kiss the daycare attendant.
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ingravinoveritas · 2 months
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Michael on the Zoe Ball Show this morning talking about David at the BAFTAs and I am dying. Notable excerpt:
ZB: "Ah, Michael Sheen, must say, well done to your mate DT at the BAFTAs." Michael: "Ohh, he did good. The boy did good!" ZB: "He did so good!" Michael: "And he looks good in a kilt as well, doesn't he?"
So...ten seconds into Michael's appearance on the show and David comes up (on St. David's Day, no less). And apropos of absolutely nothing, Michael brings up David looking good in that kilt. Unprompted. For no reason whatsoever. I need to lie down...
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wttcsms · 1 year
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thirstpost for ghost, you pick what happens 😊
content contains creampie, slight angst, civilian!reader, possessive!ghost
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he’s not a good person.
he knows this because a good person wouldn’t keep doing this to you; wouldn’t keep showing up at your doorstep at odd hours of the night even though he swears this is the last time. he wouldn’t strip himself of his heavy gear and discard his guns — safety on because the sense of impending danger fades to almost nothing when he’s with you — on the table in your foyer. he makes himself at home, slips into your bed with you, and plays with your heart — maybe even his, too — when he fucks you like he loves you, like he’ll stay.
he’s not a good person.
he repeats this mantra every time he slips off your thin silk nightie from your body. even a bad person would have the decency to fuck you hard and fast and make it as impersonal as possible. he knows he’s worse than bad because he’s selfish. because you’re still half asleep, mumbling incoherent pleas, and lazily lifting your body just the slightest just so he can see your body bathed in moonlight.
you’re trying to fight sleep, but your hazy mind struggles to tell your body what to do, especially when he buries himself as deep as he can go. he always lets out that low, guttural groan that sends butterflies in your tummy and heat between your legs every time he first bottoms out.
you can feel the tip kissing your cervix, and when he’s slowly thrusting into you — pulling out to the point where only the tip, leaking with pre just for you, remains only to push right back in ‘til his body practically melds with yours — you can trick yourself into believing that he’ll stay this time.
he’s not a good person.
simon doesn’t talk unless he deems it necessary. and apparently, when he’s buried in your warm, tight cunt, thrusting like he can’t ever get enough of you, speaking becomes essential. a bad person wouldn’t even bother with the pussy drunk ramblings, but simon is worse than bad. he must be, because he damn near means everything he says.
“you’re fucking made for me.” he growls it out, and you nod pathetically as the pleasure overtakes both of your sensibilities. “i want to keep you by my side forever. fuck this pussy every night ‘til everyone knows you’re mine.” he punctuates his vow with a particularly sharp thrust, and you’re falling, falling, falling—
falling apart, all you can do is let out a moan, hips bucking up as if trying to make an attempt to bring him even closer to you. the feeling of your orgasm only spurs his, and you soak in the warm feeling of his hot cum hitting your walls. the two of you shouldn’t be doing this. as he comes down from his high, simon makes a silent promise to himself that this is the last time. the last time he plays house with you and makes love to you as if he’s put a ring on your pretty finger. when he walks out this door tonight, after tucking you back into bed, he’ll never return to your doorstep to repeat the cycle.
he’s not a good person.
and like any bad person, he won’t keep that promise.
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pastelclovds · 6 months
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i wanna rail william on top of his office desk right now ngl
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gangstagandalf · 1 year
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Don’t give me the anti venom, thanks. I’m perfectly contempt with this snake bite. 🐍
Come! Join me in the thirst trap!!!
(All characters aged up and well into adulthood)
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rosedom · 2 months
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lazily fingering neuvi until he squirts..... oh i know hed make the prettiest noises while he's lost in the waves of pleasure I bring to him, burying his face into the pillow, trying to muffle his sounds but I obviously deny him that solace; not to be mean, but because he sounds so beautiful when he moans and whines, and why would I ever dream of hiding it?
Gently praising him while continuously pressing on that spongy spot that makes him go absolutely boneless. He writhes, warning that something feels weird. I pay it no mind because his body betrays him with the way he desperately cants himself against my fingers, a strangled moan escaping him when he does finally let go, getting the bedsheets all messy. I'll have to wash that later, I think to myself. However, all thoughts are washed away when I see my pretty boy, all splayed out on the bed, exhausted yet elegant.
Featherlight kisses are pressed along his thighs and hips as a consolation, soft whines being pulled out of him because he's still so sensitive; oh, so sweet. The Iudex of the Court of Fontaine- no, not that. Positions and titles do not come to play in the bedroom, for he is just my beautiful neuvillette here, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
(I have lots of thoughts abt neuvi if u cant tell..... (ノ_<) )
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OH MY GOD, SWEET DOVE (〃 ̄ω ̄〃ゞ THIS WAS SO NNGNHHH pls pls pls keep having neuvillette thoughts . . .
i so adore the idea of your neuvillette—he's just neuvi, here with you and you alone. there's no silly titles or any of the burdens of his day-to-day, not when you're right there with him to smooth away the stress, be that your words or your soft touch—or maybe (definitely. most definitely) both.
mmmm you'd have to turn him over after he tries muffling himself in his fluffed-up pillows one too many times, pressing his back into the sheets as you're lying beside him, neuvi half-bundled up in your arms and halfway mixed up into the duvet. duvets always have a cover, too, so hopefully laundry will be easy for you . . . and besides, it'd be about time you put the waterproof label to good use, yeah? i just know our hydro dragon sovereign would be absolutely soaked between his thighs, even before he cums.
he'd be so embarrassed, falling prey to your gentle touches and letting himself be overwhelmed. it's all in the technique, babe, thrusting your fingers in slow n' deep and all lazy and soft. i like to imagine how hard it'd be to keep your thrusts gentle when he bucks and jerks in your grip; but i also think he'd simply melt back once he succumbs to the pleasure of the orgasm you bestow upon him, one that leaves him shaking next to you and squirting all over himself and the bed !!
think about how fucking pretty neuvillette's pale thighs would be shimmering in the gleam left by his messy, messy release. do you think he'd wanna taste himself, lick at your dripping fingers and suckle the tang of his cunt off of you? that, and then maybe you can go back down on him, because neuvillette deserves this break. he deserves this, and so, so much more.
just, holy hell, dove . . . i love u sm for this ���⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ ur ideas are phenomenal and so is ur writing, 'cos now i'm hard !
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goryhorroor · 5 days
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horror sub-genres: vampire
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misc-obeyme · 2 months
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First of all, I’m pretty sure I’d give both my legs to hear Barbatos call me his sacrificial lamb. Like can you imagine him saying it to you just before he goes down on you?
Second, who is this taste tester?? My top guesses are Diavolo, Little D No 2, and Solomon. I would’ve said Luke but let’s be real, Barb loves him too much to make him a test subject. He’d have Luke be a taste tester for something he knows is delicious.
And lastly… “I jest.” I just know that if I spent any time with this man, I would end up talking exactly like him. I’d be saying that instead of “just kidding” to one of the bros and they’d just be like you’re spending too much time with Barbatos again. And I’d say no you’re wrong I’m never spending enough time with Barbatos 😡
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despisedtoolofsatan · 4 months
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I found this on tiktok & I can't help but repost. Like lewk how cute they is 😍
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joonberriess · 1 month
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Listening to Britney Spears Toxic right now. How about a little something to this lyrics
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
☆ mafia!jk, mentions of threats and toxic relationships, oc is a little…interesting to say the least.
you know you shouldn’t. ‘he’s not good for you’ the tiny voice in your head screams at you.
but why do you keep coming back and letting him in..? it’snotyourfaultit’snotyourfault, it’s.not.your.fault.
“go away jungkook,” you yell from the other side of the door, there’s only one thing stopping him and it’s this flimsy door. you try not to imagine him breaking this door down, there’s nothing holding him back.
“isn’t this what you wanted though? to talk? so here i am baby, why don’t you open the door yeah? we can have a niceeee long talk, talk about us allll you want.” the door knob wiggles.
you want to, but then you remember the person you found out he was an hour ago when you walked into his apartment and he stood there in his crisp suit, all bloodied and a gun and knuckle brass tossed to the side. that’s how you found out your boyfriend was not a fucking chairman to a company, but a whole mob boss.
“c’mon baby,” he whispers, “open this door and let me in.”
you curl into yourself, “no, go away. i’m not changing my mind and i don’t ever wanna see you again!” your poor heart races in fear. you can hear him let out a disappointed sigh, but the next thing has you shaking.
“open this door y/n, or else more people are gonna die—you want that hm? i’ll kill everyone in this fucking building with a snap of my fingers.”
you’re insane because no way are you trembling in excitement now. you scream in shock as he kicks the door in and stands there with a menacing grin. he comes barreling in as he cups your face in his big hands, backing you into the counter as he lays rough kisses over your lips.
“oh how i missed these little lips of yours,” he murmurs in between the harsh kisses.
you whimper and grip his wrists tightly, but he has a feeling he won’t be needing to convince you any further with the way you timidly stand on your tippy toes to give him more access. “oh, you like that don’t you,” he whispers, “i’ll burn this fucking city to the ground if you don’t come back.”
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polyolefinprince · 7 months
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Excuse the bed head
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