Safe To Say I Did Bawl My Eyes Out After S2 Ep2.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 thinking 'bout lovesick! yuji... best friend! yuji who is so in love with you but doesnt have the guts to outright tell you.

dies every time you two hang out 'cause you just prattle on and on about how you wish you had the experience of being eaten out... and you trust your best friend so much that it doesnt come as a shock or as anything other than a willingness to help you out when he tells you he'd volunteer.

easy to lay back against his bed, the same one you two spend so much time cuddling on in between classes and movie sessions. so easy to spread your legs for him and let him nose against your weeping cunt.

wondering why it's so warm and smells so good. eagerly nuzzling along your swollen lips, shamelessly sucking in the skin into his waiting mouth. and you don't know if its embarrasment that he doesn't look up at you once- not until you keen out his name all high and pretty.

easy to tangibly see how lovesick yuji is for you when he just sucks your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks. his hands balled into fists on either sides of your hips- not daring to touch. just follows around the canting of your hips with his bobbing head. he doesn't even mind when you buck up and clamp your thighs around his head when you cum in broken pants of his name and pleads.

pleads that fall on deaf ears because he's just too far gone, thinks that "just a little more- just a little bit more and i'll stop." but he never does.

its not until you take shaky hands and push against his forehead after cumming for the 3rd time. too weak to pick your head up off the bed for minutes at a time. and when you finally do- he's sitting there, fist wrapped around the print of his cock through grey sweats.

visibly shaking with the restrain he's going through, meeting eyes with yours when you have the ability to pick your head back up and see the way he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling- groaning an apology for getting too ahead of himself.

wondering... "do you ever wonder what cock feels like?" yuji asks, barely audible- like he wishes he could show you what that's like too. and to his dismay and utter relief, you nod pretty at him.

omg but being a friend of kentos wife and being invited over for dinner just for poor kento to sit between the woman he’s married to and the sweet thing he’s been fucking in their shared bed :((

eating and chatting with his wife about the small and mundane whilst palming kento through his slacks… the look of warning he gives you as you make him all hard and uncomfy in his tight pants. he can’t possibly stand and let his wife see the patch of precum that is already drooling through the fabric!

and of course you insist on washing up, you are the guest after all! so while kentos sweet wife goes to grab a bottle of wine and set up the living room to sit in, you’re busy washing dishes in the kitchen. and kento is just such the gentleman that he insists on helping you by fucking you against the sink while you clean :)

he whispers awful things in your ear about how dangerous you are, nearly making him cum in his pants with his wife a few inches away. but she’s a little drunk now and the wine makes her oblivious enough that when you yell out as he hits your g spot over and over again she just assumes you’ve spilt some water!

kento fills you up nice and good, kisses your earlobes and neck and tells you he won’t be so kind next time. but that’s okay—you like it when he’s mean :)

he pulls out of you and with one last kiss to your pretty lips, leaves the kitchen. he goes and presses a kiss to his wife’s forehead and tells her he has a headache and is going to go and lay down, which she doesn’t think much of except that he can’t look her in the eye when he says it :p

it’s alright, because now you have some alone time with his wife to drink and gossip—and you can sit on her sofa whilst her husbands cum leaks into your panties and listen to her hushed giggles as she says kento just doesn’t fuck her like he used to!

This is so Satoru coded

I wanted to hope on board the #CursedCatAlastor wagon over on Twitter, even if I was a bit late. It's just so perfectly stupid. 😂

Spit-roast

Vox x Afab!reader x Valentino

CW: Smut, use of strap, Afab reader, no pronouns used, Valentino, dacryphilia, overstimulation, aftercare(kinda), spit-roasting, size difference if you squint, cunnilingus, fast paced bc I rushed it, please tell me if I've missed any♡

A unmissable gargling sound mixed with whining comes from Vox as he chokes on your pretty pink strap, his spit oozing out of the corners of his mouth while his screen fizzled. One of your hands plays with your clit while the other lays on the back of Voz's screen, sometimes dipping down to trace the pretty, bruising necklace of bites left by yourself and Valentino.

His other end is occupied by the aforementioned Valentino, one set of the moth demons hands wrapped haphazardly around Vox's weeping cock while the other two are perched on the TV demons waist, slamming him onto his cock unapologetically.

Vox felt like, and most likely had, already came over a dozen times however, that didn't earn him any sympathy from you, and certainly not Val. Said moth demon moves one hand from Voz's pretty cock, tracing a bulge in the TV demons stomach from his bulbous dick. Vox let's out a gargled cry in response, trying to tug his sensitive ass away from Valentino's steel grip, but wouldn't be able to even if he could, due to you blocking his way.

Valentino looks at you with a smirk, hastening his thrusts as he chases his fifth high, ignoring completely as you desperately played with your clit, yet to finish. Valentino, luckily, quickly finishes, leaning his head back while panting, only looking down to see his cum seep out of Vox's abused and overstimulated asshole.

Vox cries out around your strap as Valentino pulls out with no remorse, simply telling you to 'Hurry up.' before walking off, shrugging on his robe as he passed by. You quickly pull the sobbing Vox off of your pink strap, hurrying in taking said strap off while the TV demon continues to cry.

"I- bzzt- hurts-" Vox desperately tries to explain his pain to you, going to sit up only to be pulled back down forcefully by your quivering hand, pulling him back down to your sobbing cunt. He immidietly gets the idea, forcing his square, flat head between your thighs and sticking his tounge out, licking a strategic strip against your cunt through his own spit and tears.

You can feel the vibrations of Vox jackhammering his hips into the sofa as if he were thrusting into something while be hungrily laps up the juices of your quivering sex, pushing his head as far as he could between your thighs to desperately taste you.

He quickly becomes a slobbering mess, completely forgetting the pain and cum in his ass, only thinking of your and your delicious juices. You throw your head back in ecstacy, beginning to push your cunt further into his screen to chase your first, and only, high.

You finish soon after, letting out a guttural wail before pulling away from Vox, who looked dazed as he attempted to follow your cunt with his tounge, only to quickly get shut down by you. You get up shakily, sighing and pulling your underwear up, leaving the room, leaving Vox in his poor state of subspace.

"Hurry up." You leave him with those words only, giving no sympathy to the quaking overlord.

How I feel after reblogging literally every hazbin hotel post I see:

My princess with a disorder🥹

Also heres the full list of maladies by popular request

satoru "you can take it, i'll make it fit" gojo turns into satoru "i can't take it, it's too much, you're gonna fuckin' break me baby" gojo when you're the one pegging him

choso kamo // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

xo

it's not a simple symptom

sketches

go for it, mr. ghostface!

high enough

opera house

operation: battlepass (aka the totally awesome plan to play wingman by yuuji itadori)

slow dance

guts

still learning

ugly crying

in a doll's house

blue salvia

me and my husband

what is this feeling

sweet serenity

boynextdoor!choso

ink at first sight

basking in you

red

shrike to your soft and glorious thorn

picture perfect

cafuné

a bad dream

my camboy

one for the road

cold fingers and warm lips

latte art

a scream au: ghostface! choso

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐀𝐖𝐇, 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ! (𝒞𝐻𝒪𝒮𝒪 𝒦𝒜𝑀𝒪)

choso kamo x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw ﾉ shibari ﾉ dacryphilia ﾉ multiple orgasms ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ spitting in his mouth ﾉ prostrate vibrator ( m ) ﾉ hair pulling ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ begging ﾉ msub + fdom ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ྀི꒱ა

jjk spoliers : i was so upsetti when i saw choso died soo um . . in order 4 all of us choso lovers 2 take our minds off of it, here's a lil pick-me-up ! art credits go to @/n9c4z on danbooru ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

"Look at you, baby boy.. such a pretty little thing.." You cooed, running your fingertips up his thigh, stopping right below his ass, digging your nails into his flesh. Choso whimpered, his thighs trembling, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of red. He was on his knees, his chest pressed against the floor, his wrists bound together behind his back, the ropes wrapped around his arms and chest, digging into his skin, creating pretty little indentations on his soft pale skin. His hair was a mess, tangled and sticking to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, his eyes half-lidded, tears streaming down his face, soft sobs escaping his throat. You leaned over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, before pulling back and giving his ass a sharp slap, a strangled moan leaving his mouth.

"Look at how wet you are.." You said softly, moving your hand between his legs, sliding your fingers over his slit, teasing the head of his cock, a whimper slipping past his lips. His cock was shiny and sticky with his own arousal, the tip glistening, the slit leaking precum. His balls were drawn up tight, the skin stretched taut. He was dripping onto the floor, his whole body trembling, his toes curling.

"So wet and messy for me.." You whispered, grabbing a handful of his ass, spreading his cheeks apart, admiring his tight little hole, the rim red, puffy and viably twitching, the muscles clenching and unclenching around the vibrator that was buried inside of him. You smiled, giving his ass another firm slap, before leaning forward and licking a stripe along his taint, feeling him shiver underneath you. "You're so beautiful like this, all tied up and spread out for me." You said, wrapping your fingers around the base of the vibrator, turning it up a few notches, watching his hole stretch around the toy as it began to buzz. "All mine to do with as I please.." You mused, grabbing his cock, giving it a rough tug, his body jerking in response, a broken moan leaving his lips. You slid your hand up his back, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling his head up, forcing him to look at you, your grip tightening as you pulled harder.

Choso's eyes rolled back, his jaw slack, a stream of drool dribbling down his chin. He was a complete and utter mess, his hair matted, his face covered in a mixture of sweat and tears, his cheeks stained pink. He was shaking, his legs weak, barely able to hold himself up, his muscles strained and trembling, his entire body drenched in sweat. He was gasping, his breath ragged and labored, his lungs burning, his throat raw from the constant screaming and crying. He couldn't think straight, his mind clouded, his thoughts incoherent and jumbled, his vision blurred. He was barely able to string together a coherent thought, his words reduced to nothing more than incoherent whines and moans, his words slurred and sluggish, his tongue heavy in his mouth. "M-mm..mm-more, plea-please, please, pleaseplease.." he managed to choke out, his body convulsing as his balls constricted, a spurt of cum shooting out of his slit, landing on the floor. "I-I n-n-need t-t-to, mm, cum, p-please, pleasepleaseplease, need-t-to c-c-c-c-um.." He begged, his voice hoarse, his words trailing off, his eyes rolling back in his head, even more so when he felt gooey saliva land in his mouth, a gurgled moan leaving his throat as he swallowed the thick glob, his body shuddering.

You let go of his hair, pushing his face down into the ground, watching him sink to his knees, his ass raised high, the vibrator still buzzing, causing his legs to quiver and his hips to buck, his cock bouncing as it slapped against his stomach. He was a whimpering, sobbing mess, his body limp and pliable, his limbs unable to move, his mind hazy and fuzzy, his body feeling like it was on fire. He did his best to remain upright, his knees spreading further apart, his ass cheeks parting, the vibrator moving deeper inside of him, rubbing against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Mmh, mommyyyy.. mommy, p-please.." Choso moaned, his voice muffled by the ground. He was so close to cumming, his cock throbbing, aching for release, his balls tightening, his stomach clenching, the pressure building and building, until finally he felt his cock swell, his orgasm hitting him hard, his hips bucking forward as he came, thick ropes of hot cum coating the floor beneath him, his cock pulsating and twitching. His body went slack, his legs giving out, his knees sliding across the ground, his arms limp at his sides, his entire body sagging, a long drawn out moan escaping his mouth, his voice hoarse, his throat raw.

The vibrator continued to hum inside of him, his hole clenching and unclenching around the toy, milking his prostate. Choso's hips moved involuntarily, his ass swaying from side to side, his body moving on its own, his cock already half hard, the tip still oozing precum. "H-hhm…mm.. turn it off..p-ple-ase.." he gasped, his voice raspy, his body twitching, his limbs tingling, his skin tingling. "P-pleas-e.. I-I can't…" He whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut, his head falling forward, his shoulders slumped. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing erratic, his heart hammering inside his chest. He felt dizzy, the room spinning around him, his vision blurring. "M-mommy.. please.." He begged, his eyes snapping open, his mouth opening wide, a scream ripping from his throat, a fresh wave of tears falling from his eyes, his body writhing and thrashing on the ground, the vibrations intensifying as you turned it up further, the toy pressed firmly against his prostate. "N-ngh, no! S-sto-p! Hnn.. aaah.. n-no!" Choso cried out, his ass rippling, his body rocking forward, his knees sliding further apart, his head dropping down, his hands balling into fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms. "Mmmph, I-I can't.. hol..hold back-!" He sobbed, his legs tensing up, his spine curving, his toes curling, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. "I'm g-gonna.. c-c-cu-um! I'm gonna cu-um..! Mmm- Cumm-cumming again! Nnnhg.. mmn, fuck! Ffffuck!"

He was completely helpless, unable to control his body, the pleasure too intense, too overwhelming, his mind and body completely and utterly consumed by ecstasy, his nerves tingling, every muscle in his body screaming for release, his body writhing and twisting, his limbs jerking uncontrollably. His cock pulsated and throbbed, continuous spurts of pearly arousal shooting from his slit, the floor beneath him becoming slippery. He was making a mess everywhere, the puddle beneath him growing larger, his thighs and calves drenched. "Aaaah-ha.. ha-ahh.. ahnnn-h-haaah!" Choso wailed as he came down from his high, his cock pulsating and throbbing, the vibrator continuing to hum, the sound reverberating throughout the room, his ears ringing, his body shaking violently. "N-nggh, I c-c-can't h-hand-le it..!" He stuttered, his voice cracking, his vision blurred, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was panting heavily, a gasp of relief escaping his mouth as the vibrator was removed, his hole clenching and unclenching, a shudder rippling through his soul. His arms and legs were numb, his fingers tingling, his knees bruised from where he had been kneeling. "Oh.." he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut, his heart rate slowing, his breathing evening out, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

"Poor thing, you're absolutely filthy.." You tutted, running your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Choso whined softly, his face heating up, his cheeks burning, a deep crimson flush covering his entire face. "So messy.." You added, trailing your fingertips down his back, tracing the outline of his spine, pressing down slightly. He flinched, a whimper escaping his mouth, his body tensing up. You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. "I'll clean you up, don't worry.."