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koucaine · 3 months

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Please be aware of the user @/saintsugu also known as Ezra.

Past pseudonyms include (but are not limited to: @/aces_high

I never thought that I would have to create a post like this. In my near 12 years on the internet, I never thought I would have to write down the words I am about to type, especially about a fellow fanfic creator, one I used to enjoy before I found out about the type of person he really is. I apologise for the long post, however I want to make sure I am as thorough as possible so I can bring this person to justice.

Before opening the read more/ continuing with this post, please read the trigger warnings. This will deal with heavy topics, ones that make me sick to my stomach. I apologise for all of the censoring in this post as well.

TW: P*DOPHILIA, UNDER*GE, SEXUALIZATION OF EDS AND SH

I would just like to start off by saying how difficult this post is for me to write. I have had to take multiple breaks while typing this out. I have felt disgusted since I first saw the posts on his twitter. Like I need to take a shower and scrub myself clean, however, at the same time I feel like I cannot sit idly by while Ezra still has a platform.

The posts I have seen on his twitter, what he actively endorses is just disgusting and predatory in nature. I have done my best to censor them so as to not continue the spread of such material. As of the time of this post, his twitter is still public.

HIS TWITTER (X) IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE NAME @/ezr_ace

First, I’ll give evidence I have to prove that the twitter account stated above is in fact his. I was wary at first as well, however, I believe this evidence in fact proves that beyond reasonable doubt that the account is his.

The obvious reasoning is as follows: Ezra goes by the pseudonym Ezra currently, and has gone by the pseudonym Ace in the past. Both the twitter account and his tumblr state that he is 21. Both twitter and tumblr themes are the same in nature, featuring manga panels of Suguru edited in the same way.

If you’re familiar with Ezra at all, you would know that they are very close with another user, Flora, also known as @/fyogasm. Previously known as @/pussydrunkfyodor on tumblr. When going through the followers of this twitter account, I noticed someone by the name of Flora following him (one of about 34 followers), with the user @/floratumblr. This account had their tumblr linked in the bio of the profile, and it led straight to Flora’s tumblr. Screen recording is posted below:

UPDATE: since Ezra has been called out, Flora has unfollowed Ezra’s Twitter as well as deleted her account. I can only assume it is to try and dodge the backlash of being associated with him. Here are screenshots proving they are moots/ interacting with each other.

Note: I do not know what this means for the content of Flora’s character. All I can say for certain is that she is close friends with him (to the point they have each others numbers), and that she follows his Twitter. I did not dive deep into her Twitter before she deleted it. But I can say that I do believe she knew the content he was posting about, otherwise she wouldn’t have deleted her Twitter the second he was called out while remaining mutuals with him on tumblr.

UPDATE 1/19/24 1:50 pm: Since creating this post, Flora has reached out and stated that they have broken all contact with Ezra. They state that they are not frequently on twitter, and was completely unaware of the type of content he was posting on the account. They state that the content found on the account has made them feel sick and that they are no longer friends anymore.

Back to the main point, this only adds to the similarities listed above. A close mutual that he has been seen actively talking to on his tumblr also follows him on twitter, endorsing his behavior. This alone was too much for me to ignore. However, one final factor came into play that solidifies that user ezr_ace and user saintsugu are the same Ezra.

He not only posted to his tumblr about hateful anon messages, but also his twitter at the same time. Right after the messages were sent, he tweeted the following, as well as posted the following messages on his tumblr. Screenshots with time stamps posted below:

This for me, confirms that the two accounts are the same. There are simply too many coincidences for me to ignore. I feel that there is no argument about the validity of the accounts, as there are just too many similarities to ignore. Now, I can delve into what the post is really about. The content of the Twitter account.

P*DOPHILLIC ACTIONS AND UNDRE*GE CONTENT.

To put it simply, I was horrified when I first opened the profile to be greeted with Shotacon artwork. Full on artwork of an adult Toji a*saulting a child Gojo. In this artwork, Gojo looks as if he can be no older than 10. Most of the image is censored for obvious reasons, however, part of the screenshot appears in the video above as well. Proving that it cannot have been doctored in any way.

As you can see, the post is tagged with tw sh*ta. For anyone unaware, the definition of Sh*ta is as follows: “Sh*ta is a term used in manga and anime fandoms to indicate sex involving an under*ge boy.” (Fanlore.org) Aka, CP.

It is disgusting to see someone who I once enjoyed, once trusted, interact with literal cp. Drawing or not, the effect of it is still massive. Viewing children (ANYONE UNDER*GE) in a sexual nature is harmful to everyone. It breaches past dark content into something horrible. Something dangerous.

I felt sick seeing someone be as brazen as to repost a picture of a child being a*saulted. To get off on it. It is p*dophilic. That is the only way it can be put.

Further on this, he has written smut of, in his words, “not necessarily under*ge” Suguru in highschool. There is a whole thread on it on his profile, however, I will not be showing it here. The screenshot below describes the nature of the whole post from his own words.

When I first read “not necessarily under*ge”, my first and only question was literally, what the fuck does that mean? Either he is under*ge or not. There is not some fuzzy grey area coating the world between adults and children.

But sure, give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not excuse him liking multiple posts tagged with under*ge content. The most recent being less than an hour ago. Posts censored to the best of my ability below.

These posts all point to the same thing. The disgusting, undeniable truth that this man is attracted to under*ge content. Content depicting minors in sexual scenarios. Content that no member of society should ever consume. He is a p*dophile. For viewing this content of his own accord. For liking it, for reblogging it. For creating it on his own. He is a disgusting person.

FOLLOWING MINORS.

Him interacting with content like that above, consuming it in any capacity at all makes him unsafe to be around. For anyone. Especially minors.

Even though his blog is 18+, even though he preaches that minors should stay away from his blog. He still found himself following a 16 year old. Becoming mutuals with them. The fact this person is 16 is clearly displayed on their blog as well (in their pinned post).

Screenshots shown below. The individual’s user is censored out as, once again, they are a minor and I don’t feel they should have to be wrapped up in this mess.

Once again, Ezra is someone who preaches about minors staying out of adult spaces. Multiple times he has complained on his blog about minors following him and having to block them. You would think he does the same and would be more careful about curating his online spaces, however it he fails to do that.

I don’t believe this can be boiled down to a simple case of missing the age in their bio— this user has their age in their pinned post, as well as their about me. Along with the sexualisation of minors prevalent on his Twitter, it makes me extremely uncomfortable to know that he is following a minor in any capacity. I’m sure it would make anyone.

SEXUALIZING EDS AND SH.

To end the laundry list of posts on his twitter, we have him writing smut glorifying eds, as well as liking posts depicting sh in a sexual light. As always, screenshots are shown below, censored to the best of my ability.

In the post listed above, Suguru is described in a way that is hard to stomach. While it is not nearly as bad as everything else stated above, I feel it is still necessary to include, especially because in this pairing he has often described and implied Suguru to be a minor. There is a line and he has crossed it several times, this is just another example of such. Serving as the cherry on top to further demonstrate his mindset.

Dark content and discussion of these subjects in fiction are not the problem. The disturbing part of this is that Ezra often uses these tropes within his min*r/adult sexual fantasies, and when paired with the sh*ta and under*ge content, leaves a very poor taste in the mouth. It comes across as not only a gross f*tishization, but a gross f*tishization of taking advantage of a minor that way.

A DISCUSSION ON THE LIMITS OF DARK CONTENT.

In this section, I feel that it is important to touch on how dark content plays into all of this. I’d like to expressly state that this is NOT a condemnation of dark content or its consumption.

Dark fiction and dark content are a fine line. It’s a fantastic tool for exploring taboos and emotions or experiences that aren’t often talked about openly. DC creates what is essentially a safe space for exploring things that are not typically done or seen in the real world, with the knowledge that writing or engaging with it does not necessarily mean condoning it. That being said, this callout post is NOT about being anti-dc. Dark content is a literary or artistic tool. Keeping all of this in mind, to actively engage with sh*ta content in which a character is depicted sexually not only as a minor, but as a child, and to be sexually aroused by that image is the definition of p*dophilia. Writing or drawing children and engaging with that content in a sexual capacity is p*dophilia and at the very least, has p*dophilic tendencies. This is not dark content, this is p*dophilia.

It is one thing to write or create dark fiction between adults for the purpose of gratification or exploration of social dynamics and it is entirely another to engage with art of a child engaging in sexual acts with an adult for (seemingly) the intent purpose of sexual gratification. Everyone draws their own line, but it is also important to acknowledge that there are some depictions of taboo subjects that border (if not fully step-into) harmful, p*dophilic content that perpetuates behavior and mental tendencies that truly are dangerous.

To engage with a drawing of a child and a full grown adult in sexual acts for the purpose of sexual gratification is incredibly fucked up. And the fact that minor and adult p*rnography are not just common, but dominating Ezra's twitter page, should be an absolute red flag. It’s okay to acknowledge that dark content is a medium for fiction while also acknowledging that there are some ways of engaging with it that are harmful, especially when it is so glaringly obvious that the content is between a child and an adult (the art I am talking about specifically really is a child. I don’t urge anyone to look at it, but it is gojo depicted as a child of maybe 8 - 10 years old. I’m not using the term child as an umbrella term for minors here).

The problem, stated very plainly, is that the post/s he is engaging with are sexual depictions of a child with the purpose of sexual gratification. That’s the point here. It’s not the dark content, but rather that he is retweeting posts depicting a child of about 8-10 engaged in sexual acts and created for the purpose of sexual gratification.

Once again, this is not a condemnation of dark content. Dark content can be used in so many valuable ways— facing trauma, dealing with taboo subjects, exploring the literary world in a safe and healthy way. As someone who actively consumes dark content, I will be the first to tell you this. However there should always be limits to the types of content produced. Gaining any kind of gratification from looking at a child being a*saulted is disgusting. It is p*dophillic. Especially when he actively engages with minors on his platform.

This is not a conversation of morals— which side is right and wrong. But rather a conversation about the safety of children. This is not a conversation about ageing up as that is not what he is doing. The characters being depicted here are not being aged up, rather are being depicted as minors, or literal children being used for the sexual gratification of adults.

The issue here is a p*dophile. Not dark content. Not anything else.

CONCLUSION.

I’ll be honest, post was extremely hard for me to create. Discovering that someone I once thought was close to me is this kind of person feels disgusting and abhorrent. I honestly wish I never had the displeasure of meeting them in the first place.

Hopefully, by the end of this post you are able to see the kind of person Ezra really is. I could not be silent about this. I knew that the moment all I found all of this out. This post has been very difficult for me to write, but I hope by the end of it some good will come. Some people will be able to avoid interacting with this man.

I believe Ezra needs professional help, and truly hope that he is able to get it some day soon.

Please be careful with who you interact with on the Internet. Adults and minors alike, there are predators everywhere. Please try your best to stay safe in your own online spaces. All of the love in my heart goes out to anyone who has survived child expl*itation. I hope for nothing but the best for you in the future.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this post. I know it is long and triggering for most people. I hope you all have wonderful days and try your best to take care of yourself.

Listed below are some important numbers I would like to bring awareness to before this post is over.

National Child Ab*se Hotline (USA): 1-800-422-4453

National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (USA): 1-800-843-5678

The National Sexual A*sault Hotline (USA): 1-800-656-4673

Childline (UK): 0800-1111

International Child Helpline: 116-111

TLDR: Ezra has a Twitter account where he retweeted artwork of a child gojo being a*saulted by an adult toji. He liked as well as created posts depicting under*ge characters (literally tagged with ‘under*ge’). All while being mutuals with a 16 year old on tumblr.

Tags used to try and spread awareness. I tried to mostly include fandoms that he is in.

UPDATE: lmfao, he has since deleted the retweet of sh*ta gojo after he was called out. Literally proving that it was him.

#lord in heaven…#i’m so disgusted #and i’m heartbroken #i usually try to stay out of discourse (if you can even call this discourse bc it’s much more serious) but #i cannot just breeze past this like i would other posts #having had my own interactions with this person #i feel absolutely sick to my stomach that i let someone like that into my space #this isn’t something you defend by saying it a fictional character or it’s just lines on paper #by LAW child porn included not only irl victims but artistic depictions of the assault of a child #and for you to sit there and retweet art of child!gojo and create scenarios of minors….#i’m so done. be safe on the internet babies you never know who you’re interacting with. </3 #tw discourse #tw p*dophilia

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koucaine · 4 months

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oh my god they’re LOSERS, i love it.

fem reader. both reader and yuji get zero bitches. waxing.

I was having thoughts about Yuji getting his first wax at this really cute spa— its the new year so he’s really trying to make the effort of taking this whole “self care” thing he’s been seeing on TikTok seriously. He seems like the type to be pretty hairy down south anyway and in turn he trims it here and there but he never really upkeeps the maintenance. He wants to see what this waxing thing is all about.

So, he books the appointment and he gets you as his esthetician. He’s nervous! But also very excited! He booked a facial as well as the wax so you of course take very good care of him. The conversation is flowing beautifully and there’s a bit of chemistry there. He also thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous and when he walked into the studio, he tripped over his shoelace but that’s neither here or there.

When it’s finally time for the wax? You’re prepping everything all nice and instruct him to take off his pants and boxers— and Yuji immediately freezes. He’s all like “What do you mean?” so you look at him from over your shoulder because you think he’s being silly but the look of genuine confusion on his face lets you know he’s being deadass serious. You tell him, “Well, I can’t wax you with your pants on now can I, cutie?” as sweet as can be, its almost a little maternal too the way you say it.

Poor Yuji. He didn’t really think about any of this fully through. He mentally punches himself in the face because of course he would have to expose himself to the esthetician, that’s just how a Brazilian wax works! Yuji doesn’t want to make it awkward so he complies and takes off his pants and underwear before he lays back onto the table. God, he’s never felt so embarrassed in his life! Is the lamp really necessary..? The warmth of it did feel pretty nice. That’s beside the point anyway.

As he’s laying there while you dilly about with your back turned to him, his mind starts to wander. When was the last time he’s had a woman’s touch? It feels like ages because it kind of has. A year? Almost close to a year. He can’t really remember. Yuji thinks you’re pretty and a good time— you’re easy to talk to and if he didn’t know any better, he thinks he might have a tiny, little crush on you. He’s already been thinking about booking another service just so he can see you.

The thought is super cute, but what isn’t cute is Yuji fighting every single demon, every single thought— nearly trying to astral project so he won’t get hard. You didn’t give him a warning before wrapping your gloved hand around his shaft and he jumped, which did get a giggle and a little “Feeling jumpy today, are we?” out of you. He played it off with a bashful little “Sorry.” before relaxing again. You’re not really doing much but your job and that’s why he feels like such a pervert when all the blood from his skull has rushed to his cock.

For him, it’s like this huge elephant in the room but for you? You don’t mind, there’s always a possibility which is why you don’t take male clients but Yuji is the only exception because he’s cute and seems like a good boy. He probably thinks that he has a poker face but there’s a reason why you keep cooing at him because he’s definitely the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. It’s so desperately obvious that he’s trying to think about the most unpleasant and uncomfortable things but it’s not working.

As the service continues, Yuji is not longer trying to keep from stay hard but he’s now rather trying not to cum all over your hands and his chest. But it’s becoming increasingly difficult to do so. He peeks down every now and again to see the progress, he keeps telling himself “She’s almost done, she’s almost done.” that he needs to hold out for just a few minutes more then he can put his pants back on. But, unfortunately it doesn’t seem to work out like he would have hoped to plan.

Your hand slid up his cock with just enough pressure and friction to make him blow his, really fat load actually. He desperately tried to grab your wrist before it happened but it was already too late, the broken protest turned into a pitiful moan halfway, the panicked jerk of his body.. truth be told you thought it was sweet. You’ve also been going through a dry spell yourself. Your last ex made you want to do some healing but with that came with stepping out of the dating pool and no casual sex.

You, yourself felt like a bit of a pervert standing here with a man putty in your fingertips. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” was all that left his lips as you cleaned him with with a Kleenex but all you could say in return was:

“Can I..? Have your number?”

#this was yummy as always bia 🐝

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koucaine · 6 months

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it’s been a while since i spoke on my man™️ (on tumblr at least—discord doesn’t hear the end of it, i’m afraid). but… nanamin… i need him to come home, asap. our children miss him dearly, i miss him dearly.

#he looked so lovely in todays episode #he always looks lovely tho #and #i have a lot of feelings #BIG feelings surrounding him and the inevitable #but i will chose to ignore that #in favor of imagining myself holding his hand #in fact we’re hold hands right now at this very moment

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koucaine · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY ONE┊PUBLIC SEX. who cares if your fingertips are all pruny? make your barbies have a pool party in the bathtub! no one will notice if two of them go off somewhere private…

content: barbie!reader x ken!gojo, public sex, breast play, spit, exhibitionism, a little silly, vaginal fingering, face fucking (messy), reader is called barbie (of course) and princess. word count: 2K

THIS BARBIE LOVES IT WHEN YOU TOUCH HER IN FRONT OF ALL YOUR FRIENDS!

and you aren’t shy about it either! ever since you were purchased for little susie’s birthday bash, you’ve lived the good life. you regularly got a new set of clothes and accessories, had a designated spot on the prettiest shelf, and usually could rely on at least one new ken to show up every few months.

the issue is, things have gotten a little boring lately. you’re not sure when it happened but you started seeing the same dolls one two many times. you’ve gone to enough dream house parties to easily spot who’s willing to bump some plastic. with no new babes coming in, you don’t get the same thrill you used to.

just last week you’d pressed yourself into the wall outside your favorite smoothie place, in broad lamplight mind you, and had to work extra hard to cum. the week before that, you were caught during movie night fucking yourself a little too noticeably under the covers, and even that was lackluster.

you were grasping at straws and no amount of sexy escapades could satiate you. how hard could it be to get an a+ in school and score a new ken doll? you were barbie. you deserved the best and nothing less.

so it’s a shame really, that you’ve wasted your favorite hot pink swimsuit (limited edition with the soft pink trim) on a dud. the ken who invited you here barely looks at your body, too focused on “understanding you on a deeper level” and “building a strong connection” to fully appreciate the way your ass and tits fit in your bikini.

“so what do you do for work?” he asks, hand firmly gripping a glass of… nothing? odd.

you sigh, sticking out your tongue as you think long and hard about your answer. “i barbie,” you respond simply, shimmery pink eyelids shifting to silver as you blink once. twice.

the ken, whose name you do not remember, nods his head and takes a sip of his air. “oh? well, i like to swim. my job is swim, actually. it’s why i come to these dream house parties.”

you raise a perfectly arched brow. “to… swim?”

“yeah, to swim. i swim.”

you both sit stiffly by the pool side, your pink toes resting firmly on top of the water’s very flat surface. “wow,” you muse, “imagine that.”

the ken looks proud of himself, a smile appearing that takes over his entire face. his teeth are huge and you can’t help but giggle, leaning back on your palms. “so, do you want to talk about anything else?” he suggests, assuming your amusement meant he was doing something right. “i could get you a drink if you’d like!”

you wouldn’t, but you are all bouncy hair and glossy lips as you shake your head. “no thanks, i’m more of a juice kind of girl.”

“i can make juice.”

a voice you don’t recognize cuts through your conversation, your gaze shifting up to see another ken standing (very) tall on the other side of the pool. his eyes are obscured by thin dark shades, hands tucked in his swim trunks. his torso is bare except for the unbuttoned hawaiian top he sports, coincidentally matching the soft pink of your bathing suit.

he’s striking, obviously, but what really catches your attention is the way he immediately begins walking across the pool — gasps coming from all around you as he makes his way into your space. “i can also swim,” he adds as he shoots a cheeky grin in the other ken’s direction, “a lot of us can.”

ken one pouts, crossing his arms across his chest. “yeah? well i’ve never even seen you before. what kind of ken are you?”

ken two makes eye contact with you as he answers. “a special edition,” he gloats, “fresh out of the box.”

he must know how much that turns you on. a brand new ken? the only one of his kind? you can only assume that he’s the new favorite, like you were the favorite barbie.

ken one abruptly stands, but he tries his best to appear brave despite obviously avoiding the pool. “oh, yeah? well, what’s your job, new guy? is it beach? everyone can beach!”

ken two refuses to spare him a glance, solely focused on you. “there is no beach.” he says this flippantly as if it’s the most obvious of observations one could make. “and my job is smoothie... you like smoothies,” he tilts his sunglasses down to rest on his nose bridge and you see the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, “don't you, barbie?”

the implication of his question doesn’t go unnoticed. if you looked deeper in your memory maybe you’d remember a certain head of white hair working the smoothie counter. you slowly ease your own sunglasses off of your face, pushing them upwards to rest in your hair. “that’s right,” you respond, leaning in close. “so what’s your name, ken?”

his smile is pretty, fits his face just right.

“call me satoru. they put so much effort into those big letters on my box, so the least we could do is use them.” he reaches a large hand in your direction and you try your best not to focus on his very long fingers.

your smile widens as your palms kiss. “satoru,” you purr, “do you wanna go beach with me?”

ken one is all but forgotten as satoru tugs you closer to him. your free hand lands on his chest and the other follows as he moves to grip your hips. when you’re this close, you can see the perfectly sculpted structure of his face, the pearly smoothness of his skin. he’s perfect, not a single crayon mark or hair out of place on his pretty rubber head. brand new.

“oh, barbie,” he teases, “i’d love to go beach with you.”

you can hear the sounds of multiple whispers, the angry scoffs of ken one barely audible as you cross over the pool with your new companion. satoru is all smiles as you make your way across the poolside and pass the plastic hot pink minibar, more than happy to let you pull him along.

even as you make your way to the side of the dream house, he never stops smiling, keeping your fingers firmly slotted between his. you stop just a few feet away from the party, music humming in the distance.

when you glance to the side, you see a large wall of cardboard; markers and crayons decorating the brown material. the beach has always been in this direction, but you’ve never actually gone. you feel the absence of his hand as you try to make out the weird scribbles. they looked like… waves?

“see,” satoru hums, amused. “no beach. not actually. probably have to wait for the next play set.” his body shifts behind yours, hands trailing up from your hips to grip the meat of your waist. his chin rests against your shoulder. you cross your arms.

“you’d think with a special edition you’d at least come with a real beach.”

“nah, just a penthouse and a yacht. oh! i do also have a friend. suguru. we were a matching set.”

you visibly perk up at the sound of another ken for your roster. satoru smiles as you tilt your head in his direction. “a friend?” you inquire, a teasing lift to your voice.

he chuckles and begins to press soft kisses against your neck. “a very good friend,” satoru murmurs against your skin, “one that i’ll make sure you meet later but…” what started as gentle kisses morphs into swipes of his tongue, nips of his teeth that blush your skin. “i want you to myself first.”

your arms fall away as the hands on your waist move parallel, one gliding up to grope your breast and tweak your already peaking nipple with the tips of his fingers. the other reaches into your bikini bottoms, collecting the slowly building wetness between your lips and dragging it up to massage your aching clit. your body responds instantaneously, pent up from months of boredom. “i think that can be arranged,” you whimper, “feels good, satoru.”

you can feel the bulge of his cock through his shorts, the heat of it radiating between the plush fat of your ass and upper thighs. “yeah, barbie? want me to give you more?”

you nod hurriedly, gasping at the feeling of his long fingers spreading you apart, easing into your tight heat as you relax in his hold. the hand on your breast moves to grips your jaw, forcing your face into the direction of satoru’s waiting mouth.

he drinks you in, tongue grazing the seam of your lips to ask for entrance. you barely register the way he begins to rut into you, a wet patch slowly building within his thin swimming trunks. “such a pretty doll,” he muses, “i bet you’re tired of being treated like a princess, huh? need someone to fuck you in public, take you where everyone can see?”

you mewl at his words, the speed of his fingers quickening as they bully into your tight cunt. “they act like they’ll b-break me but they n-never do—!” you moan loudly as his thumb stimulates your clit. your nerves become alight, your legs shaking already and he’s barely even touched you. the thought of him filling you up with cock has you clenching down on his hand.

“how dare they,” he teases, “i guess it’s up to me to make things right, huh?” satoru eases his fingers out of you, twisting your body around so that you’re facing him. it only takes a second for him to have you pressed into the dream house, a squeak leaving your mouth as he begins to drag his tongue between the swells of your breasts and tugs down your bikini to expose you to him.

“s-satoru!” you yelp as the material snaps thanks to your flimsy straps, gripping his hair as his mouth sucks hungrily on your hard nipple. he’s so aggressive in the way he looms over you, keeps you pressed into the wall with only his sheer strength. your mouth waters as you watch his cock twitch and throb beneath his shorts, the slight tent easy to grab with your smaller hand.

he bites you especially hard, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. satoru presses an apologetic kiss to your skin, dragging it all the way up to your neck so that his face can rest against yours. he pushes his hips forward to press eagerly into your hand. “fuck, pretty. i knew that you liked to fuck in public but you really are a dirty little thing… aren't you?”

his words send shivers down your spine, sharp intakes of breath tickling your ear as you grip him harder. “yes, and i can show you. we can walk back there with me covered in your cum so everyone can see.”

you feel him buck into your hand and you can’t hide your sly grin. the idea is not only pleasing to you, it would seem.

“yeah, barbie? gonna show those fucking losers what i did to you? cover your face in my cum?”

your breasts are pressed against his hard chest, pussy leaking between your thighs and drenching your panties. you know that if you don’t stop soon someone will find you. the thought has you quickly falling to your knees, hands pawing at the front of his shorts like a lost puppy.

“i wanna make you feel good, ‘toru,” you whimper, “please let me.”

if he seems surprised by your eagerness, he doesn’t express it, placing a gentle hand on your head and petting your pretty hair. “how could i say no to you, huh? take it out. it’s yours now.”

you do as you’re told, removing his shorts just enough to reveal his hard length. it’s the prettiest you’ve seen, soft pale skin that transitions into a leaky, pink tip. you could tell by the way it twitches that he aches for you, confident as your glossy lips swallow him in a slow descent.

his hand grips your hair, not tugging but keeping you steady as your tears continue to streak down your face. your vision is blurry as you look up at him with wet lashes, the flat of your tongue curling around the base and dragging up the underside of his length.

satoru is a vision above you, sunglasses lazily on his face so that those pretty blues watch you in approval. he clenches his teeth as you bob your head, each movement accompanied by a wet gag that gets silenced by the tip of his cock grinding down your throat.

you hear the footsteps before he does, clenching around nothing as two kens turn the corner to walk down the path of the dream house. they grimace at your indecent display, annoyed that they’ve once again found you with someone’s cock down your throat.

satoru grins at them, his hand gripping tighter on your head as he pushes you down to his base. your throat contracts as you sputter and writhe against his pelvis.

“you boys wanna keep watching? i’m about to cover her face if anyone wants to clean her up after.”

the two of them gasps, one ken hurriedly grabbing the other’s hand so that they could go off down another path.

you think that satoru is going to let you come up for air then, but he keeps you firmly in place. spit begins to fall from the corners of your mouth as he ruts deeper into your throat. you try to say his name but it’s covered by the wet slickness of your saliva.

“taking it s-so good for me, baby. gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine now.”

he finally lets you come up, immediately jerking off his cock as you cough and whine from your place on the ground. you’re unreasonably turned on, wanting so badly to feel him inside you again.

“princess,” satoru groans suddenly, grabbing the back of your head to hold you in place. “open your mouth —look so pretty— gonna make me c–cum— fuck!”

he lurches forward, hot strings of his load painting your face as you eagerly open your mouth. you taste the saltiness of his cum as it covers you in heavy stripes, painting your pretty skin white as you beg him to give it all to you. to officially make you his. you were a doll after all, possession came with the territory.

satoru’s toned thighs clench through his release, bucking forward a few more times to make sure he’s fully emptied himself onto you. with a lazy smile, he meets your gaze, rubs his cock against your cheek as you press gentle kisses to it as it softens.

you look wrecked, your makeup somehow still perfectly printed despite your debauched state. your breasts are covered in your spit and cum, soiled beyond recognition are your bottoms.

“more,” you whisper, “i need more of you.”

satoru gently wipes away at your eyelids, gripping your chin with his large hand. his eyes are heated and bright, a devious smirk on his lips.

“yeah? then come on, barbie. let’s go party.”

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