Comfy Bed. Take Me Home. To The Place. Where I Belong. Pillow Blanky. Sleeping Soundly. Take Me Home.

comfy bed. take me home. to the place. where i belong. pillow blanky. sleeping soundly. take me home. comfy bed

I thought your Pronouns were hehe/haha

yeah i'm transjester

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk, there is water, a vegetable tray, cookies, and chips (crisps for my European folk) on the snack table.

There may be more at some point, but I think that's it for now (:

Ngl it's time for thoughts from out of left field.

Some of them may upset you, but freedom dictates that you don't have to keep reading if you find what you see offensive. I know it probably won't get very far anyway.

~~~ (To be continued because I know people don't like reading walls of text)

Ngl it's time for thoughts from out of left field.

Some of them may upset you, but freedom dictates that you don't have to keep reading if you find what you see offensive. I know it probably won't get very far anyway.

~~~ (To be continued because I know people don't like reading walls of text)

S. Aizawa | Dorm Patrol

So this will be my first time posting one of these on here. It's more of an experiment than anything else, but I had an idea for a one-shot/fic and I figured I'd see if anyone would be interested before I invest actual time into it, you know?

TW: 18+, studentxteacher (implied afab), peeping, masturbation

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT

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He's wanted you since the first day of classes. Something about you draws him in like a moth to a flame. He's done his best to keep himself in check, but every night when he patrols the dorms, he checks in on you, slipping his head into your room.

If you're up, then he makes sure to check in on some of the others to make sure he doesn't arouse suspicion, but if you're asleep, he watches you sleep for a bit, admiring your features.

After his dorm patrol is over, he goes to his own room and locks the door, using his rolled up undershirt as a gag as he violently pumps his cock, not even waiting to get all the way out of his hero suit. He thinks of the way your lips move when you talk, how they would taste on his, how you've got just the right figure, how he wants to touch every inch of you with his rough hands.

Sometimes, if training is one on one and you volunteer to be used in his demonstration, he rubs one out during his lunch break, barely making it to his room before he loses his composure completely.

As teens are wont to do, you start experimenting on yourself, and hearing you pant and moan under your own ministrations has him hard instantly. His impulse tells him to burst through your door and ravage you the way you deserve until his cock is coated in your juices and your voice gives out from screaming his name, but he knows that he shouldn't, so he fights it with everything he has and opts to just listen.

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Please like this and/or tell me if you'd like to see it more detailed. I'm not quite prepared to do a lot of asks, but if you want, you can send me something to mull over for later.