Okay I Know This Is Really Out There And Not Something I’d Typically Do, But

him: *whines* “fuck, such a pretty girl….”

me: well, that’s one way to propose.

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

holy fuck i need jealous soft dom izuku so much it hurts

HIM FINALLY SNAPPING BECAUSE HE KNOWS EVERYONE WANTS YOU AND HES TIRED OF EVERYONE THINKING HES A PUSHOVER SO HE FINALLY DECIDES TO SHOW YOU WHOS YOU ARE

I’m okay im fine im totally normal this is normal im okay im okay with this thought

i need him biblically. anyways.

….ugh you had me at soft dom izu😵‍💫

thinking about him putting you on your back and folding you in half while he goes to town. he’s so concentrated, determined. he’s got you seeing stars and yet he’s still demanding you to tell him who’s pussy he’s fucking!

satoru putting a vibrator wand on your clit and no matter how much you beg and plead, he’ll keep it there and laugh at you while he does it.

what really turned him on, though, was putting a cloth inside or around your mouth and watching your facial reaction as you get overstimulated.

your chest is rising and falling every time he turns the speed on the wand faster. it hurts so bad, but you keep cumming.

“you want me to believe you want to stop when you’re squirting?” taking the wand, moving it away, and swiping the squirt that comes off.

he got off to you, begging with your eyes and your whimpers.

your clit and hole were sore by the time he got done with you, and he’s never actually done with you.

he even got a dildo machine and would put you in front of it, restrain you, and put the wand on your clit.

the double pleasure you received from that died out quickly when you got overstimulated, with tears rushing down your face and muffled cries from beneath the cloth.

satoru would just stare at you and laugh while his hard-on twitched in his pants; he fucking loved it.

“there you go, you can keep going.” he’ll coo from the corner as his eyes trailed over every bit of your body as he watched you get fucked out of your mind.

this would go on for hours and hours—just hours of you getting fucked by this machine and overstimulated by the wand.

after he got tired of watching, satoru would fuck you himself, and feeling his dick pulse inside, shortly after cum inside you, it felt good.

“you love this shit don’t you, hm?” his hands on your breasts, squeezing them as he pushes into you once more, his dick passing your sweet spot.

your body became extra sensitive to the toys, so every time he touched you, your pussy would get wet and your nipples would get hard.

even when he would fuck you, you would cum in under five minutes, which made satoru want to abuse your pussy even more.

slapping it, putting a vibrating dildo inside of you—anything you can think of—he did it, and it had you jerking with pleasure.

one time, satoru put you on a chair, put the vibrator under you, and had you stay there for hours.

by the time he came back, the chair and floor were soaked in your fluids, your eyes rolled back, and your body was jumping from each tiny orgasm that followed.

“don’t tell me you don’t like this shit when you cum over yourself.” his words are soft as he looks down at you.

He liked seeing you get overstimulated; he liked putting his fingers inside of you and feeling your wetness coat his fingers; he liked hearing your pleads and whimpers.

no matter what, he was going to torture your clit, if your pussy wasn’t aching or if you weren’t begging him to stop by the end of the night, he'd start over, and it'd be even more intense.

if one toy dies, he’ll go to the other, and the cycle will repeat. when he was done teasing you, nothing would come out of your mouth.

like they disappeared; you couldn’t even think.

that’s why, after a certain time of being fucked silly, you’ll just accept the pleasure that came and sink into the overstimulation.

the only way you could communicate with him was through your moans and whimpers, like the slut you are.

From that one twt post

Saying "I know" in response to "I love you"—not in a conceited or aloof way—in a way that conveys, "You've done a good job in showing me your love. I can feel it in your touch, the way you look at me, the things you do for me, the way you thank me, the way you exist. You don't need to trouble yourself with saying it. Rest easy, because I know."

𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚜 :<. 𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢.

𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜. 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗?

ngl, not so good. have this massive headache that’s been persisting since 5 pm (it’s currently 8 pm)…

besides that, it’s been quiet. what about you, pooks? <3

An autistic child has a meltdown in public. People respond by saying that the child deserves a beating.

A grown man does a Nazi salute. People respond by saying that he didn't mean to because he's autistic and we should cut him some slack.

Hi. I've been helping out a family in Gaza who I met on instagram. Could you reblog my pinned post pls? ❤️

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