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CHIP AND FAIL xviii (Autistic author) Chip's eyes grew wide with realization. "So that's why he..." But before he could finish, Plankton's antennae began to stir, his body shifting slightly in the bed. Chip's breath caught in his throat as he watched his father's face contort. "It's not uncommon for someone with autism to have trouble with sleep." Karen whispers. "He's okay." Chip's eyes remained glued to his father, watching as the twitching grew more pronounced. Plankton's antennae quivered and he let out a soft whine. Karen's hand reached for Plankton's, her thumb stroking his gently, her voice a gentle coo. "It's okay, Plankton," she whispered, her hand stroking his arm. Karen's voice remained steady, her hand never leaving Plankton's arm. "It's okay," she whispered, her eyes on Chip. "He's just..." Chip took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching out to mirror Karen's. His fingertips brushed Plankton's arm. "Dad?" he whispered, looming over him. With a gasped jolt, Plankton's eye flew open, his antennae shooting straight up with a yelp at the sight of Chip looking over him. "Don't touch me!" he screamed, his voice a mix of fear and anger. Chip's hand shot back as if burned. He stepped away quickly, his eyes wide with shock. "Dad," he began, his voice shaky. But Plankton's antennae were a blur of agitation. "I said no!" he shouted. "Can't you just leave me alone?" Chip's eyes filled with hurt, but he stepped back, his arms dropping to his sides. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Karen's voice was a soft whisper, trying to soothe Plankton. "It's okay, honey," she said, her hand still on his arm. "Chip's just trying to help." Plankton's antennae twitched, his eye darting from Karen to Chip and back again. "I don't want his help," he said, his voice tight with anger. "I just want to be left alone." Chip felt his heart sink. "But Dad," he protested, his voice cracking. Plankton's antennae stopped moving. He took a deep, shaky breath. "Chip, you have to understand," he said, his voice strained. "I need my space." Karen's eyes were filled with compassion as she turned to Chip. "Give him some time," she said gently. Chip nodded, his eyes still on his father. "But what if he doesn't want me to come back?" Karen's voice was firm. "He doesn't have to be ready right now," she said. "But we'll work on it." Chip's eyes searched hers, seeking reassurance. "But what if he never is?" Karen's voice was a gentle reminder. "He's your father, Chip. And you love him. Give him the space he needs, but don't give up." Chip nodded, his eyes still on Plankton's rigid form. "Okay," he murmured. "But how do I..." But Karen's voice was firm. "You'll learn," she said. "We'll all learn together." She stood, her hand sliding off Plankton's arm. "For now, let him rest. We'll talk more later." Chip nodded, his gaze lingering on his father's tense form. He turned to leave the room, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his newfound understanding. As he closed the door softly behind him, he heard Plankton's muffled sobs, and it was like a dagger to his heart. He leaned against the wall, his eyes brimming with tears. "What have I done?" he thought. Karen's hand was a warm comfort on Plankton's shoulder, guiding him back to the bed. "Let's sit," she said, her voice soft and soothing. Plankton's antennae slowly lowered as he sat down, his body still tense with emotion. "I just... I can't," he said, his voice breaking. Karen pulled him into a gentle embrace, her arms a warm cocoon around his trembling form. "You don't have to," she whispered. "You've been through enough." Plankton's antennae quivered against her shoulder. "But what about Chip?" he managed through his sobs. "He deserves better." "He deserves to understand," Karen said, her voice a gentle lullaby. "And we'll help him get there." Plankton's sobs quieted, his antennae still quivering against her shoulder. He took a shaky breath. "I don't know if I can," he said. "Every time I think we're making progress..." "Shh," Karen whispered. "We're getting there." She held him tighter. Plankton's antennae stilled, his body relaxing slightly into the warmth of her embrace. He closed his eye, his breathing evening out. Within minutes, his antennae were a gentle sway against her neck, a sign that sleep was claiming him. Karen held him tightly, her own body tense with the weight of his pain. She knew this was a small victory, but it was a step in the right direction. As she felt him drift off, she whispered, "We'll get through this together." Plankton's antennae stilled completely, his body finally giving in to the comfort of his wife's embrace. Karen's heart ached as she felt his tension melt away, his breaths evening into the rhythm of sleep. The room was a canvas of early morning light, casting soft shadows on their intertwined forms. Plankton's antennae had finally stilled, their gentle sway a testament to his deep slumber. His body was relaxed, no longer a battleground for sensory overload. Karen's arms remained wrapped around Plankton's shoulders, her grip gentle yet firm. His antennae, which had been a maelstrom of anxiety, now laid calmly against her neck, each twitch replaced by a steady breath. The room, bathed in the soft glow of early dawn, was a sanctuary of quietude. The tension from the previous night had been replaced by the serene rhythm of his snores, a melody that spoke of his body's surrender to rest. Chip tiptoed back to the bedroom door, his heart a drum in his chest. He peeked in, his eyes immediately finding his father, still asleep. Karen was there, her arms around Plankton's shoulders. The sight of them together, his mother's comforting embrace, his father's peaceful rest, was a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before. Chip's heart clenched in his chest, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. He wanted so badly to be a part of that peace, but he knew he had to earn it. He took a tentative step into the room, his eyes never leaving his father's sleeping form. Karen looked up, her eyes heavy with the weight of the night's events. She offered a small smile, a silent gesture of support. "How is he?" Chip asked, his voice a whisper in the early morning stillness. "As well as can be," Karen replied, her eyes never leaving Plankton. "But we need to talk." Chip nodded, his heart racing as he stepped closer to the bed. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes on his father's still form. Karen's gaze met his, her expression a mix of love and concern. "We all are, Chip," she said, her voice a gentle breeze. "But it's important to learn from this." Chip nodded, his eyes still on his father. "What can I do?" he asked, his voice tentative. Karen looked up at him, her eyes filled with understanding. "For now, just give him space," she said. "He needs to wake up on his own terms. You've apologized," she said. "Now you have to show it." Chip nodded, his heart heavy. "What do you mean?" Karen took a deep breath. "It means," she began, "that you need to respect his boundaries. Ask before you touch him. Give him time to process what's happening. And when he says no, accept it." Chip nodded, his eyes still on Plankton. "But what if I accidentally..." Karen's voice was a firm, yet gentle, guide. "You'll learn," she said. "It's about paying attention, Chip. Watching his body language, his antennae. They'll tell you when he's reaching his limit." Chip nodded, his eyes still on Plankton's sleeping form. "But what if I miss the signs?" his voice filled with fear. Karen's eyes searched his, seeing the earnestness in them. "You won't always get it right," she admitted. "But the important thing is that you keep trying." Chip nodded, his gaze falling to his father's antennae. They were still, no longer a whirlwind of distress. "I will," he promised.

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PLUSH ONE xviii (By NeuroFabulous) * ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Karen's heart is a mix of pride and pain as she watches Hanna's retreat. Her voice is a soft lullaby. "You're doing well, Plankton," she says, her words a gentle caress. Plankton's antennae quiver, his gaze on the plushie. "Doing well," he echoes, his voice a whispered refrain. It's a comfort to him, the repetition of her words, a familiar tune in a cacophony of sensory input. "Thank you," Karen says, her voice a soft melody. She knows his echolalia is a way for him to process, to find comfort in the predictable. Plankton nods, his antennae still. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice a mirror of hers. The echo of her words is a soothing balm, a reminder of their shared history. He turns his gaze back to the plushie, his voice a whisper. "You're doing well," he says, the words a comfort to himself as much as the toy. His antennae twitch, the fabric of the plush a familiar embrace against him. The room is still, the tension a palpable presence. Hanna watches from her distance, her eyes filled with curiosity. Plankton whispers to his plushie, his antennae twitching with each word. "You're doing well," he says, his voice a soft echo of Karen's. The plushie is a silent listener, absorbing his fears and worries. It's a comforting rhythm, a dance between his thoughts and the words he knows. Hanna watches from afar, her brow furrowed. The repeated phrases grate on her nerves, a steady drumbeat of sameness that she can't ignore. Her frustration builds, each echo a reminder of the barrier between them, a wall of words that don't quite fit. Plankton starts again. "Doing we–" "Stop it," Hanna says, her voice a sudden interruption. "Please, just stop repeating every thing." Her words are a knife in the silence, cutting through Plankton's comforting rhythm. He flinches, his antennae shooting up. "What?" he whispers, his voice filled with confusion. Hanna's eyes flash with frustration. "The repeating," she says, her voice tight. "It's just...it's driving me crazy!" Plankton's antennae flatten, his gaze shifting to her. He's not used to this, to someone interrupting his self-soothing. His voice is small. "What's wrong?" Hanna's eyes are filled with frustration, her hands gesturing wildly. "You keep saying the same thing!" she says, her voice a sharp contrast to his softness. Plankton's gaze is on his plushie, his voice small. "Same th-" Hanna cuts him off, her frustration palpable. "It's the same thing," she says, her voice a sharp contrast to his softness. "Why do you keep saying it? We're not babies, and your plushie can't understand!" Plankton's antennae droop, his gaze flickering to hers. "It's comfort," he whispers, his voice a shaky defense. "It's what he-" But Hanna's patience snaps. "I don't care about your stupid comfort!" she says, her voice sharp. "You're driving me crazy!" Her words are a slap, a harsh reminder of his difference. Plankton's antennae droop, his gaze shifting to the plushie. He clutches it tighter, his voice a tremble. "Comfort not stupid," he whispers. "It's how I underst--" But Hanna's frustration has overtaken her. "I get it!" she snaps. "You're just a baby with a security blanket!" The words hang in the air, a cruel accusation. Plankton's body tenses, his antennae drooping. "B-baby?" he stammers, his voice a whisper of pain. Karen's eyes are filled with sorrow as she watches Hanna's outburst, her heart aching for Plankton's hurt. "Hanna," she says, her voice a gentle reprimand. "That's not fair. It's how he processes," she says, her words a soft defense. Hanna's gaze snaps to hers, her eyes brimming with frustration. "How is this fair to us?" she demands, her voice a whip. "We can't al—" Karen's voice is a soft interruption. "Us?" she asks, her eyes filled with a gentle reproach. "Or you?" Hanna's eyes widen, her face a picture of guilt. "What?" she stammers, her voice a defensive rally. "I just—" But Plankton's antennae are already twitching, his gaze flickering between the plushie and Hanna. The words have hit their mark, a sharp pain that pierces through his comfort. "No," he whispers, his voice a soft rebuttal. "Not baby?" Hanna's face is a mask of frustration, her eyes flashing. "Then what?" she demands, her voice loud in the quiet room. Plankton's antennae quiver, his body tight with tension, his mind reeling with confusion. "I-I'm not a baby," he whispers, his voice shaky. "It's just how I t-" But Hanna's frustration is a wave crashing over him. "I know," she says, cutting him off. "But we can't keep doing this! It's driving me crazy!" Her eyes are wild, her gestures large and erratic. "How do you think Karen feels when you just repeat everything she says? Don't you think she deserves better?" Plankton's antennae droop, his body shrinking. "Better?" he whispers, his voice a question. "What's better?" Hanna's eyes are a storm of emotions, her frustration spilling over. "You know," she says, her voice tight. "Someone who can actually contribute, not just sit there and mumble to a plushie all day, who needs us to cater to his every whim or he'll have another meltdown! Like a...like something unwanted that just needs to be put out of its misery, just to make everyone else's lives easier without keeping him in it! Even if it means ending his suffering by...by..." Her voice trails off, her eyes filling with horror at the thought she's just voiced. Plankton's antennae are motionless, his gaze on the plushie. The room feels too large, too loud, the echo of Hanna's words reverberating in his skull. "Unwanted," he whispers, his voice a soft echo. "Unaliving?" Karen's heart breaks at his pain, her eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "Hanna," she says, her voice a sharp reprimand. "That's enough." Hanna's eyes are wide with shock at her own words, her cheeks flushed. "I didn't mean... I just... I'm sorr-" But Plankton's gaze is on his plushie, his voice a whisper. "Unwanted," he says, his antennae quivering. "Am I?" The room is a vacuum of silence, Hanna's words echoing in their minds. Karen's eyes are filled with horror at the thought that has entered their conversation, the dark fear that Plankton might internalize. Hanna's hand flies to her mouth, her eyes wide with regret. "No," she whispers, shaking her head. "I didn't mean it li-" But Plankton's antennae quiver, his gaze on the plushie. "Karen?" he whispers, his voice filled with fear. Her heart breaks at his plea. She moves closer, kneeling by his side. "You're not unwanted, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "You're lo…" But he's not listening, his antennae twitching in a flurry of fear. "Life," he whispers, his voice a tiny thread of terror. "Don't take me away." Karen's eyes widen with understanding. His autism has made him hyper-sensitive to the emotions in the room, picking up on Hanna's frustration and turning it into a monstrous fear. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft whisper. "You're safe. We–" But Plankton's antennae are a blur of panic, his gaze on his plushie. "Wanting to make unalive," he whispers, his voice shaky. "I heard it." Hanna's eyes are wide with disbelief, her voice a desperate plea. "Plankton, no," she says, her voice a soft apology as she reaches out to touch him. "I didn't mean tha-" But Plankton's antennae are already retreating, his body shrinking away from her touch. "Don't," he whispers, his voice a tremble of fear. "Don't take me." Hanna's hand freezes, her eyes filled with horror at the thought she's instilled in him. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice a desperate apology. "I didn't mean it." Plankton's antennae twitch, his gaze never leaving hers. "Karen," he whispers, his voice a plea. "Am I gonna..." But Karen's touch is swift, intercepting Hanna's hand. "No," she says firmly, her voice a shield of calm. "Nobody's going to hurt you, Plankton."

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heres a smut/spicy story!! (if ur gonna tell me that god is watching or that i shouldnt do this bc of the kids.. STFU BITCH IM NOT RELIGIOUS AND THE KIDS ARENT EVEN GONNA KNOW WHATS GOING ON 💀) ftm gay femboy reader ^_^ OK LES START BITCHES ✨ you were in your room watching tv on your double king sized bed with a silky soft bedsheet and a fluffy warm blanket. your boyfriend, very horny, comes to you. “hey y/n, lets fuck.” you blush and nod slightly. you take off your clothes and you lay down on your bed. the next thing you know, your boyfriend has his dick out, standing right beside you. he starts to rub your pussy. “mph~” you moan a little bit. he starts to rub faster. “you like that, my good boy?” you nod slightly. he starts to rub even faster. “m-mph~” he puts his dick right up next to your face. “mind sucking this for me?~” you start to suck him, each suck getting deeper and deeper into your throat. first you just suck the tip, like the nip of a baby bottle. “good boy..” then you start sucking harder and deeper. your boyfriend starts to cum in your mouth. “good boy.. mind opening your legs for me?~” you open your legs and he slowly puts his dick next to your pussy. he rubs his tip on the enterance, and then starts slowly pushing it in, getting you slowly used to his 12 inches. “ah~” you let out a sigh of pleasure and enjoyment. he starts to go deeper. “oh~ ooh~ its so big~” you feel him cumming inside of you. “deeper~ daddy~ i love it~” he goes as deep as he can, his entire 12 inches in your pussy. “deeper~” he takes out his dick and finds a sex toy. its a 30 inch vibrating dildo. he takes it and slowly puts it in your pussy. “ah~ put it deeper~ daddy~ the vibrating could never compare to your sweet, sweet white cream..~” he shoves the entire dildo up your pussy. you scream with pleasure. he takes the dildo out and starts to rub your pussy again, even licking it a little bit. “OOH~ KEEP RUBBING~” you say. “i have to make a call. stay here, good boy.” he takes his phone and kisses you on the lips. he calls his friend. his friends house is very close to your house, so he’s there in less than 5 minutes. he comes upstairs and takes off his clothes. “this is my friend,” your boyfriend says. “hes gonna be smashing with us~” your boyfriend’s friend starts sticking his dick in your pussy, not nearly as slow as your boyfriend did. “AH~ MMM~” you moan. he starts cumming. then your boyfriend puts his dick up near your mouth again, asking you to suck it. you do, and it tasted even better than before. he came in your mouth and you gladly sucked it all off. “IT TASTES SO GOOD DADDY~ I LOVE YOUR WHITE CREAM~” you say. your boyfriend’s friend takes his dick out of your pussy and shoves it up your ass. “AH~ ITS SO BIG~” you say. “should we get cleaned up and watch a movie?” your boyfriend says. you all get cleaned up, and the rest of the night was filled with popcorn, kisses and romcoms. smut made by anonymous O.

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🍒🔞 ...hey, are you feeling frustrated again? —no, i get it, really... sometimes it's hard to reach the...'release', you need. that, or it's just starting to get boring for you...? maybe we can try to fix that, if you'd like? ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ let's start slowly. i want you to gently start to rub your thigh...slowly, and think about someone you really like...could be anyone, i don't judge. or just a situation that gets you in the mood. don't rush— there's no need to. this is time dedicated to you, and your needs. take it nice and slow. that's it, just gentle rubbing...slowly move down to your underwear. no— don't take them off yet. not until later. the idea is that you want to get yourself as worked up as you can. gently rub your fingers against the lips of your sex, just inching towards your clit. slowly, slowly...edge your fingers towards that spot. then slowly press down on it with your fingertips and breathe out... spread your fingers around it and slowly rub against it...up and down. you're doing such a good job.♡ look at how good you are at following directions, you're so perfect. now you can reach under your underwear, or take them off—whichever you prefer. spread the lips, and dip your fingers against your entrance, slowly sliding that finger up until you reach your clit. i wish i was there to help you. i'd love to kiss your thighs, your shoulders, your face... all over your body...and just watch you play with yourself. rub your clit in slow circular motions. really, now, pace yourself. spread your legs more, really lean into it. i want you to feel good. just imagine how good it would feel to feel a warm pair of fingers slowly tease into your pussy, pressing right in..down to the knuckles. or maybe a soft, wet tongue to lap up at that mess you're making. i'd love to lick every last inch of that loving mess, and taste just how horny you are. rub faster. press into your clit harder. you should even tease the edge of your entrance...but don't put anything in. i won't let you.♡ i'd just tease you all day, slowly sinking my teeth onto your nipples until they're nice and hard, and feel you shiver under my touch. i wanna finger you until you're sore, squeezing hard on my knuckles, begging for more. go faster. keep going, you're almost there. and then finally, when you're wet and your clit is sore and aching, i'd finally give you something bigger then just my fingertips. i'd rub my cock up and down your wet slit, feeling how pent up you are, teasing you all the while there...you'd have to beg more for it to be inside. rub faster, honey. i want you on the edge. do you think you can do that for me? really rub hard, spread your legs, give into the pleasure. don't be afraid to make noises, now. that's what i want to hear. i can't even act that teasing, because i want it just as much as you do. i'd slowly slide into your cunt, inch by inch, letting you feel the full length of my hard cock, letting you get used to the full length. i wanna hear you whine, whimper against my lips as i kiss you hard, tasting your mouth with my tongue, pushing all the way inside of your wet pussy. i want you on the edge, rub your clit as fast as you can. faster... faster. i want you to cum. don't think about it — just give into the pleasure. even when you're cumming, don't stop— overstimulate yourself. it feels so good. don't ever stop, just give into the pleasure. ...i hope that helped you out. that face you made when you came was adorable.♡

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Smut🍆😫🥵~ She fucks me on the wall as i go harder and deeper down, she moans😩 and i'm turned on and I cum very deep inside her pussy. She moans even louder and bites her lip then looks up at me trembling as one word slips out; 'D-Daddy🫦' and with that said, I go harder and harder until my whole 8 inches huge dick was deep inside her pussy and she moans so loudly that it turns me even more on. Then I push her into the bed and rip open her clothes. I smack her big fat ass and she moans deeply, making me shove my dick between her enormous tits that were larger than a flat pancake, heck, she definitely wasn't flat. I fuck her tits until she is cumming onto the bottom of my dick. I'm more turned on then ever as I shove me dick back inside her pussy and I squeeze her ass. I push it all back up and down as I squeeze her tits. She moans again loudly as to which I shut her up by kissing her. She groans against my lips and I feel myself about to cum. I push her onto me as I ride her on a reverse cowgirl. I smack her ass to which she screams; "CUM IN ME DADDY! CUM IN MY PUSSY! FUCK ME AND GO HARDER!" I follow her request and I push with all my might to get my dick to get further into her even though it can't. Then I start to cum inside her pussy which she moans to as it gets messy. Then I slap her ass as she stands up. I lay down as she lays over me with her sexy ass sitting on me. She starts sucking on my dick then moans loudly when I lick her pussy. Then I see her sex toy and I grin. It was atleast 30 inches long which not even my dick could compare to. I grabbed it as she was still busy sucking my dick. As I grabbed it, I moaned as she had just deep throated my dick. Suddenly I start to cum in your mouth as you grip the bed sheets. I then shove the sex toy up your pussy as you moan so loudly that you almost wake up everyone. You start to go cross-eyed as cum starts dripping out of your pussy. Then you start squirting all over my face making me cum all over you. We both get up and as soon as I see your tits that were covered with cum, I dont even hesitate. I grab your hair and throw you onto the bed and start fucking the hell out of you sideways. You keep on moaning so I slap your ass cheeks a few times before rubbing it with my foot making you moan again. Then I squeeze your tits so hard you start to scream and moan; "HARDER! PUT YOUR DICK ALL THE WAY INSIDE OF MY DADDY! AHHH😫" So I do that until you cum and cum and then I cum all over your tits then I go back to fucking your tits as you stand there helplessly moaning. Then I do that again and again non stop til morning when I pick another girl and, we have a threesome while you enjoy sucking my huge dick and I enjoy smacking your ass, and sucking the other girls' tits and, fucking another girls tits and pussy in a foursome which, turns into a fivesome where all of you moan and I get to enjoy myself and get you all wet🍑🍆💦🤤

EVERYONE SHUT UP IM RUBBING MY PUSSY TO SMUT ON EMOJICOMBOS.COM 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💯💯💯

are yall STILL arguing? aight, lets settle this. you only see it if you look for it. touching yourself is completely normal. move on with your lives, for God's sake. ( go ahead and repost 🫶 ) ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

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🔞 Lets make a special tag for the «thorny people» so they don’t bother the ones looking for combos! We 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 people need somewhere to be! 😡 We should start using the tags porn and masterbate! ♡ HORNY PPL UPVOTE! 👅 discord: valsbunny

how tf do kids here actually get off to this shit. I'm 13 and most of these are SO BADLY written idk bout yall💀💀

my brother in christ how the fuck does a 17 year old have a foot long dick 💀 cough

guys im 12 and since like 8 ive kinda been addicted to porn and masturbating n stuff😾 i am ridiculous bro i did not just come to smut on a literal emoji website 💀 so anyone else who like me dont feel alone!! i wanna stop but i cant :/

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( tw!! nsfw, you have been warned :33 ) — you are transmasc !! you were sitting on your bed, rubbing your pussy slowly. your hands were shaking and you moaned a lot, rubbing it harder. you couldn't cum without help. your boyfriend walked into the room and stood at the door, watching you play with yourself. he chuckled darkly, then walked over to where you were. "let me help, baby~" he says as he takes out his massive cock. you spread open your legs as he slowly pushed inside your pussy, getting you used to his 12 inches. you moaned, taking his cock deeper. another man steps into the room and starts to play with your mouth. you moan loudly as your boyfriend pulls you on top of him. he makes you ride his cock as the other man kisses your neck and fucks your ass from behind. you're bouncing roughly on both of their cocks, your pussy leaking. you ride your boyfriend harder as he and the other man cum inside you. the man pulls you down by your hair and forces himself deep down your throat as your boyfriend shoves his huge cock inside of you again. you scream in pleasure around the mans cock, begging for more. they both fuck you roughly and non-stop for hours. you ride them and take their cocks deep inside you. your boyfriend thrusted deeper, hitting every sweet spot inside you. you squeeze around him, milking him for more. he groans. the other man finishes inside you and gets dressed. he left soon after. your boyfriend kept fucking you, eagerly taking what's his. you rode him as he slammed his cock into your tight wet pussy. finally, he groans again and finishes. "suck. now~" he says, shoving his cock in your mouth. you suck his cock, moaning around it. he came again, pulling out. he rubbed your head. "such a good boy..~" ( ty for reading!! :3)

"s-stop posting porn on here, kids could see it..!" don't care sensitive as hell anyways ftm reader :3 nsfw warning btw !! story by me, jellyfish anon !! you were fingering yourself gently, whimpering as you rubbed your nub. this was so embarrassing, how did people do this often? suddenly, the door opens, and you see your crush, (C). (C) smiled at you and you looked away, ashamed of yourself. he smiled and came closer. "You need some help?" he asked you. you nodded a bit and he chuckled and started rubbing your nub. you gasped and let out small moans, embarrassed at the nature of the situation. "I didn't know you were transgender." he smiled. you nodded. "I'm sorry..." you whispered, and he chuckled. "It's okay. You're still a real man. A boy without a pussy is like an angel without its wings," (C) whispered. you smiled at him and gasped as he began to rub your little nub faster. you wanted to stay quiet out of embarrassment but you couldn't help but let out little noises of pleasure. "f-fuhh..." you whispered. he smiled and rubbed you faster. "You gonna cum? he asks. you nod, and he pulls his finger away, effectively edging you. you gasped and whimpered like a puppy, silently begging him to continue when you realized his cock was out. he kissed your forehead and smiled. "Mind getting my cock all wet?" *he gently put his hand on your jaw and made you nod and guided your head closer. he then had you gently suckle on the tip as if it were a baby's bottle. as you did, he groaned and his cock twitched in your mouth as he rubbed his balls. "Ohh, yeah... good\ boy..." (C) praised. your face got redder and you sucked harder, happily humming as he bucked his hips against your mouth. "Hell yeah..." he whispered. "Faster, baby... goooood boy..." you sucked faster and faster, swirling your tongue around the tip until he came in your mouth. you eagerly drank it up and he patted your cheek with a caring smile. "Good boy..." he whispered. "Mind spreading your legs for me, baby..?" you gasped and nodded, spreading your legs and smiling. he teasingly rubbed his tip against your entrance and then pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his 9 inches. you whimpered and moaned as he thrusted gently into you, whispering sweet praise in your ear. "Good baby boy... gooood babyboy..." he smiled. "I'm close, okay, baby..?" you nodded excitedly as you felt him cum and smile at you. "You did so good, sweetie... wanna get cleaned up and we can snuggle up and watch a movie?" you nodded. the night was filled with love, praise, cuddles, and scary movies.

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heres a spicy lesbian story by yours truly!! (remember to tag spicy lesbian stories .lavender and spicy straight/gay stories .blueberry!!) tw for sex and nsfw btw!! :D OK LETS START ( . Y . ) you and your girlfriend, (GF) were cuddiling and watching a movie. (GF) kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear “hey Y/N.. im really horny right now.. and i havent tasted that pussy in so long.. can we fuck baby girl?” you nod your head slightly. you start to take off your clothes. first your oversized hoodie with tuxedo sam on it. you had no bra on, so your titties just bounced up and down and up and down. then you take off your sweatpants, revealing a huge, plump ass and a juicy, pink pussy only being covered by a small pair of red panties with a hole where your pussy opening is. your girlfriend takes off her clothes. first her black sweatpants, revealing a plump, juicy ass and a pink pussy only being covered by a small pair of black panties. she takes the panties off. then she takes off her sweater, revealing two juicy, delicious titties. you lay down on your double-king sized bed with a bunch of squishmallows on it. you throw off the squishmallows so you and your girlfriend would have more room. (gf) lays on top of you. she starts making out with you. then she starts kissing your face, slowly working her way down. she kisses your face, then you neck, then your chest. now shes at you tits. she starts sucking and nibbiling on your perfect, pointy nipples. “fu-fuh~” you let out noises of pleasure, each nibble the noises getting louder and louder. “AGH~” you scream. your girlfriend stops sucking and starts making her way down again. she reaches your pussy. “mind opening your legs for me, sexy?~” she says. you open your legs. she starts rubbing her fingers around your entrance slowly, almost teasing you. “you like that, baby?” she says. “ah~ faster~ m~mommy~” you say. she starts rubbing faster. she grabs your panties and throws them off, making you completely nude. “i almost forgot how sexy you are~” (gf) says. she slowly sticks one of her fingers in your pussy. “you like that?~” she says. “ah~ mommy~ t~too deep” you say. she sticks 2 fingers in your pussy. “AGH~” she sticks 3 of them in, then 4. “OH~ MOMMY~” you scream. she makes you get up off the bed. she starts humping you and touching you. “oh~ i like it when you do that~ m-mommy~..” you say. she starts humping you faster and kissing your cheek. “m~mm~” you keep making noises of pleasure. she stops humping you and bends down, looking at your thighs. she starts touching them and licking your pussy again. “agh~” you say. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STORY STUPID FUCKING HORNY FREAKS ^_^ SEARCH .LAVENDER FOR MORE

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Y’all do realise how exaggerated the lengths of ***** are in sm-t stories.. 😭 if you think about it, 12-17 in. is just inhumane 💀😭 𝜗𝜚

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here to watch drama😋 ༺♡༻︵‿୨♡୧‿︵༺♡༻ here some popcorn! 🍿🍿🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

can yall srsly jus stop tryna spread awareness like im here tryna play w my 🐱 to fucking hentai here but all i fucking see are people spreading “awareness”😭😭

the kids ur trying to protect are the ones posting the horny stuff👿✔️

first person smut story im 13. i have an older brother who is 17. ryan. all my friends have crushes on him. i mean, i cant blame them. he works out the gym and has abs and biceps n shit, and he looks like the ideal guy youd repost on tiktok. hes got good fashion sense, and i cant lie he looks good in a compression shirt. one day, my life changed with him completely. its like june at this point so its pretty warm and ryan had his friend over, alex. alex is the one i like the most. hes similar to ryan but a bit less buff and blonde. im sat in my bedroom in my jean shorts and a short top i bought out of brandy melville. as im sat on my bed having a scroll on tiktok, the door bursts open “RYAN. FUCK OFF AND SHUT THE DOOR.” i shout. my eyes are still on my phone. i noticed the awkward silence: something was off. usually ryan had started arguing or he would start attacking me. but no. this is silence, pure silence. “..ryan? whats going o-“ i get cut off as a small plastic bag gets wrapped around my head. i have low iron and get dizzy really easily, so thanks to the lack of oxygen i passed out. “dude, are you sure this is okay?” “yes. weve literally been planning this for months.” i heard. my eyes slowly open to see ryan and alex in my basement. shirtless. “well well well, look whos awake” says ryan i was tied to a chair with some ropes, wrists and ankles. “what the fuck is this ryan? the both of you- is this some kind of a joke? because im not laughing.” “shut up.” ryan said with a smirk on his face. “what do you want. money? food? prank calls? what is this for?” i asked. “we dont want any of that from you.” alex says. “okay then what is this..” i asked again. “we want pussy. bad.” alex said. my jaw dropped. i never thought id hear something like that come from him- especially to me. “okay uhm.. i know some girls in the upper grade? i dont know what you want me to do” “no dumbass. we want yours.” he replied. my eyes widened. no way. im years younger than them. “now you better do it.” ryan said angrily. as if i was ever going to do that. im a child and hes my broth- “or else we’ll show everyone this.” he pulled out his phone and showed me a video of me- a video of me masterbating. “WHAT THE FUCK- WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT” alex walked towards the chair. “you dont need to know. now, ryans room is the only room in the house with a lock. its also soundproof for band practice. you cant leave and nobody can help you. we’re going to untie you and youre gonna stand up and take off all your clothes. understand?” alex says. i hesitated- but then i realised my life would be ruined if anyone saw that video. i nodded my head. alex looked at me and smiled. “good girl.” ryan strolled behind the chair and untied the ropes on my wrists and ankles. i slowly stood up as he was still behind me and took off my brandy melville top and my jean shorts to reveal my white bra and black panties. alex was standing in front of me watching, his blue eyes staring deeply into mine. i was so embarrassed. the tension between us got interrupted as i felt my panties get pulled down. “hey what the fu-“ ryan covered my mouth with his hand and quickly put his thick 12 inch cock in me. “fuck yeah.” he mumbled. his cock was going in and out of me at a fast pace. i was moaning uncontrollably- i was CRYING uncontrollably. my brother was fucking me. please, uprate this if you want a part two! - sweetheart 🩵

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In the realm of screens and late-night tides, There's a tale of a struggle that no one hides, A funny journey, though tough to admit, Of a battle with habits, one had to outwit. It began with a click and a casual peek, A curious venture into a digital creek, But that innocent start, oh, how it grew, Into a habit so tough, it almost felt true. With a grin and a nod to those tempting sites, Our hero logged on for their nightly delights, But deep down inside, they knew something was wrong, For their daily routine had grown far too strong. They tried to quit, oh, they tried so hard, But those urges persisted, like a stubborn playing card, They'd uninstall browsers, delete bookmarks galore, Only to find themselves back, wanting more and more. In support groups and meetings, they sought a reprieve, Sharing laughter and stories, they started to believe, That recovery's possible, it's a path they could choose, To break free from the shackles, and conquer their blues. With willpower and humor, they forged a new way, Finding joy in each sunrise and embracing each day, Though it wasn't easy, they laughed through the strife, In the end, they'd emerge with a brand-new life. So here's to the humor in battles we fight, To overcome habits that once felt so right, In the end, my dear friend, you'll conquer and win, And your tale will be told with a chuckle and grin. You can quit porn, you know you can.✊

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enjoy this kidnapper x victim smut ( female victim sub y/n ) characters: (k/n) (kidnapper), (y/n) (you, the kidnapper's target) 🌈🐞🌼🎧 you feel a cold breeze in your hair. you cant see anything at all. theres tape over your mouth. youre terrified for your life. (k/n) takes off your blindfold slowly and then gives you a kiss. you stare at him for a moment, and then he rips the duct tape off of your mouth too, very slowly.. then he gives you a kiss. "scared, huh, (y/n)?" (k/n) chuckles and then caresses your cheek. you take a deep breath in, but before you can scream, (k/n) kisses you on the lips. "why are you so worked up, (y/n)? just.. let it happen.." you blush, your face looking like a deep red tomato. your heart rate gets faster. you get sweatier. (k/n) forcefully rips off your skintight jeans and your tight crop top. you have an amazingly perfect hourglass figure. "youre.. beautiful.." (k/n) says filled with lust. "t-thank you.." you whimper. (k/n) slams you against the dirty basement floor, hurting your head. "youre welcome..~" he says, seductively and lustfully.. he again puts tape on your mouth. he unzips his dirty pants and his plad-colored hoodie. he rubs his fingers around your pussy, which still has panties on it. he rubs faster. he presses down harder. but he doesnt put anything in or take your panties off. (k/n) wants to get you as far on the edge as possible. (k/n) wants to hear you tremble, cry, moan, whimper.. he wants to feel your heart beat as fast as possible. but for right now, you have to be dripping wet for his cock to be inside you.. for you to get anything more then just him rubbing his fingers on your pussy.. "mm.. mmph~" you moan, with the tape still on your mouth. "you like that..?~" (k/n) seductively says. you nod your head slowly. "you want more..?~" (k/n) asks. you nod your head. "are you sure?~" (k/n) starts teasing you. you nod your head. "okay..~" he laughs a little. he forcefully rips off your panties and bra. he also takes off the duct tape on your beautiful, soft red lips. he kisses you on the lips. youre absolutely soaking wet. "whats got you so drenched, (y/n)~?" (k/n) asks. "i.. like teasing.. i.. like you.." your heartbeat gets faster. "did i really just say that?! HE COULD KILL ME WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!" you think to yourself. (k/n) laughs. he kisses you hard on your lips. "you like me, huh?" he caresses your cheek. "i.. do, (k/n)..~ i.. love you..~" you say, your heartbeat fast and your face redder than a freshly-picked tomato. "heh.." (k/n) giggles to himself. (k/n) kisses you on the lips. you try to get him off, but eventually you give in to the pleasure. you love him. you love (k/n). you love your kidnapper. you eventually stop kissing, both of your faces sweaty and red. "you want more..?~" (k/n) asks. "please~ yes..~ i.. love you..~" you say, dripping wet, practically begging for his cock to be inside, "i love you too, (y/n)..~" (k/n) says. he takes off his boxers and starts rubbing his cock. then he bends over and looks at you. he starts rubbing your pussy and even teasing the entrance. but he doesnt put anything in. not yet. he wants you to beg even more. it turns him on. "please.. (k/n).. i need it.. i need to feel it.. to feel your dick inside me.. please..~" you beg. youre desperate. "are you sure you want it..?~ are you sure you need it..?~" (k/n) says, stroking his cock. "yes.. yes.. i love you.. i need it.. yes.. please.. mm..~" you beg. you plead. "okay..~" he finally gives in. he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. "mm.. mmph~ i need.. i need it in me.. i need it.. i need it.~" you beg. he puts the tip in. "mm~ mmf~ deeper~ mm.." you say. "okay..~" (k/n) says. (k/n) grabs you by your legs. he pulls your legs towards him, pushing his dick deeper into the sweet, wet mess that is your pussy. "you like that, (y/n)..?~" (k/n) asks. "i do.. i.. love it.. i.. love you.. i.. NEED it.. i.. NEED you.." you whimper. "you NEED me?~" (k/n) says, on the edge. "i do.. i need you.. m..mhm..~" you moan. (k/n) finally ends up cumming. "look what you made me do.. i made a mess..~" (k/n) moans. "ill lick all of it up for you..~" you say. part 2 coming soon!!! HEREZ PART 2 YA FREAKS (sorry it took some time for part 2 btw) -ZOMBIE GUTZ "ill lick all of it up for you~" you say. "thats my good girl..~ now start licking." (k/n) replies. you lick (k/n)'s cum off of the dirty basement floor as more of his cum drips down your thighs. "good girl..~" (k/n) says. once you were done licking (k/n)'s cum, he grabs you by your arms and whispers in your ear. "hey (y/n).. you want a treat?~" he asks you. you nod your head. "you sure?~" he asks. you nod your head again. "are you sureeeee?~" you get on your knees and nod your head. (k/n) starts to laugh. "okay..~" he says. he pulls out his cock. "wanna suck?~" he asks. you nod your head. you grab (k/n) by his waist and start sucking his cock. "mm.. youre good at giving blowjobs, (y/n)..~" he says. you deepthroat (k/n)'s dick. his disgusting, large dick. "mm.. dont make me cum again, (y/n).." he says. "because youll have to lick it all up again..~" you take his dick out of your mouth and start rubbing it. "but what if i want to make you cum..? what if i want to lick it all up again..?~" you say, your pussy as wet as a lake. you rub faster. you want him to cum. you NEED him to cum. you need him to cum inside of you. (k/n) is speechless. he just wants you to keep treating him like a king. you start sucking him off again. he cums in your mouth. you moan as you feel it go down your throat. you never wanted him to let you go. that was the best night. search "zombie gutz" for more

SHITTY ASS SMUTS PPL MAKE BRO HERES MINE: you shudder with a sigh, throwing your towel and grabbing your favourite shampoo and hairbrush to get ready for your shower, holding the items in both arms to not risk dropping them as you turn on the shower. the water hits you and with a squawk you recoil from the ice-cold water, a shiver running up your spine as you stick in the tip of your foot to wait for the water to heat up to a temperature bearable enough for you to fully step in, it's lukewarm by now and you think its hot enough so without a thought you step in and let the water soak you. the warm water is nice as it glides down through your hair, wetting the locks and making them all flat against you from the weight of the water pressing them down as it pours over you and drips off the end of each strand. down your shoulder, running down along your arms until the water gathers into droplets at your fingertips like you have superpowers, its almost embarrasing how quickly you induldge in acting like you have superpowers as you flick your fingers and watch with joy as the water sprays. "pew!" you snicker to yourself as you put your arms back down and focus on brushing through your hair, working through tangles and whatnot through the [H/C] locks, putting your brush down and starting to lather up your hair with soap and shampoo, letting some conditioner sit as you focus on the rest of your body. you think your in the shower for a while, a everything shower meant everything, you shaved and whatnot too so you were feeling much better, you kind of just stayed because the water was nice and you were tired. The front doors lock jingles and suddenly your mood is back in the dumps because you already know his classical excuse. "I wAs WiTh a ReLaTiVe" you mock under your breath as you hear his deep voice call out for you, already spluttering apology after apology. "[Name]? are you home? im sorry im late again, i know i promised but i promise sweetheart i was trying to come home to you as quickly as i could, it's just work-" he cuts himself off, he seems to have figured out your in the bathroom because you hear footsteps approach the closed door, a second later a knock rings out amongst the noise of the water running. "[Name]? sweetheart talk to me, what's up with you lately?" he pleads, you can already imagine his nose scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed as his glasses nearly slide off his scrunched up face. "Go away, i don't have the energy to deal with your cheating ass." you hiss with much more venom than intended, your angry and the pot of sadness is boiling over, the bubbles popping and squelching mockingly as it comes closer and closer to the edge with each shitty excuse. "...Cheating?- [Name] i would never-" he sounds surprised, like he's genuinely sad. "Shut up, go talk with that Marie at work you always boast about so proudly to your own partner!" you sarcastically yell from your side of the door, fists balling up in frustration. "..." its almost eerie how quiet he is, normally he would be begging for you to believe him, trust him. "[Name] open the door." he commands from the other side and it hits you in all the wrong ways that his voice is so stern so suddenly, you stand your ground though. "Fuck off already, i don't wanna hear your dumb excuses, im fed up you come home late almost every day, heck you do come home late everyday!" you snarl right back, voice raising along with the pot of anger in your gut. "[Name] i will break this fucking door down if its not open in 10 seconds." he sneers, he pounds on it once and your kind of getting nervous. "just leave me alone! you don't even love me do you?" your voice is suddenly so meek its almost embarrasing, though this whole attitude switch is so sudden your a little frightened. "[Name]." he warns with another pound on the door that has you covering your ears to protect yourself from the noise. its not long before he starts quite literally pounding at the door, you can hear him slamming himself against it, over and over, you know damn well he's hurting himself to reach you but your too mad to care. you watch the door bend, the wood creaking and crying under the force as your usually sweet husband slams his bigger body against it and you can only watch in slight horror as a piece of wood flies off towards the wall, his clenched fist poking through the door, you can see the veins threatening to bulge out of it as he reaches for the doorhandle, fumbling with it as he unlocks the lock and not even a second later the door slams open much like you had earlier. His bigger frame blocks out the light streaming in from the hallway, he steps inside and the sound of his shoes hitting the bathroom floor are like the clock, ticking down, for what though?. he steps in fully, Grey eyes flying to your form with sterness and a coldness you've never seen on him, he stares at you and you stare back much weaker than his stern glare. he peels off his glasses, putting them on the bathroom counter with a clink before he shuts the door behind him, essentially trapping you with him. "Cheat?" he snarls like the word itself is disgusting on his tongue, unpleasant and bitter as he stares at you, your eyes fly to his hands making quick work of loosening that black tie you had given him for your anniversary, loosening the strap as he walks towards you with a mere few steps. "I don't love you?" he mocks you with a bitter dry chuckle that falls flat as his eyes narrow, lip curling upwards and showing off those fangs of his you used to fawn over, prod and poke at each time he showed them to you. now they're suddenly not as cute as he shows them like a predator, him the big bad wolf and you nothing more than a rabbit he wants to devour, tear to shreds and leave bleeding out on the floor. "Do i have to put a child in you to make you understand i only have eyes for you?" he huffs, its only when some of the anger melts away to confusion you notice his pale face, flushed with pink as he pants at you like a puppy, tongue threatening to loll out of his mouth as he stalks closer. he stands right infront of you, you dont miss the way his cloudy eyes glide you up and down, you've never been intimate, and he's only seen you Naked once on your honeymoon. "I want you." he says with a gruff grunt, larger hand cupping your face as he strokes your jaw, leaning in closer towards you and soaking himself under the running shower water, white shirt nearly seethrough as he lets the water soak him. you pause.. wait is it even normal for a human to have fangs anyway? "..are you.." you hesitate, now it all makes sense, weird habits of his. he nods and your suspicions are confirmed, you watch ears buried amongst his darkblue hair pin back as he stares at you. "Please.." he adds softer, voice almost high-pitch as he pants, whines at you, you hear his belt hit the floor, along with his soaked pants as he kicks them away and out of the shower without taking his eyes off you. He's rockhard through his boxers, you can only watch with wide eyes at the thick bulge, you've never even seen it, sure you kind of assumed it was a little big but seeing it for your own eyes your not even sure it's gonna fit. ".." he slams his lips against yours in a desperate frenzy, your usually calm, cool, collected husband nothing more than a mess as he paws at every part of you he can reach, whining into the kiss as he nearly starts drooling, you have to pull him back by the hair to make him seperate, he whines like an actual puppy at the loss of touch, he looks like a mess. "please..god please i need you.." he begs, its so odd to hear him whine with that deep voice of his, your kind of embarrased he's being so needy.. --------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- "f-fuck-" he whines as he presses half of his shaft inside, you cry out against the showerwall as he throbs inside you, your pressed against the glasspanel and hes right behind you, leaning over you as he bites into your shoulder with a hiss through his teeth as he shoves the rest of him inside your warm heat, you pulse around him and its clear he wants to move, wants to have you falling apart by the seams and screaming his Name already, you give a nod and thats all it takes for him to start massacre your wet cunt with his thick cock, tip nudging against a spot that has you seeing stars and legs shaking as he rams into you with the might of a car, desperately whining your name in-between thrusts as he bites down harder onto your shoulder. "need..ngh- need to..mine- need to.." he can't even string together words, mind hyper focused on the way your slippery walls suck him back in each time, he's losing his goddamn mind, all-common sense lost as your cries and moans ring throughout his mind, he wants to hear it, hear you cry harder, wants you to be his alone, only he gets to hear you, gets to touch and fuck you. "gonna..g'nna put a baby in you.." he groans into your shoulder, scattering kisses across the wet, sweaty skin as he forces you deeper and further down on his cock. --- i had fun writing this lolzies- Smut anon

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STOP YAPPING “erm!! there are children on here 🤓🤓” guess what ? idc. so enjoy this y/n x coach smut. Williams said more seriously. "the thing is, I enjoyed it a lot. But i dont want to have sex before practice. maybe ai school on fridays? "sure, I'll see you tommorow." Crop ****NEXT DAY**** i opened the door into Coach Williams office. He was scrolling his phone casually. I sat on his desk, Getting his attention. He looked up at me with a smirk. I sat on his lap. I felt his bulge on my ass. he started pulling me closer to him. He put his hands up my shirt. he put his fingers on my nipples, he started rubbing it. tilted my head back in ecstasy. he started squezzing my nipples. the tent in my pants were begging for attention. I put my hands in my shorts and unleashed my hard dick. I started rubbing my tip while pre cum slowly leaked out. i grabbed my dick and moved my hand up and down. i picked up speed and it felt so good. i felt my climax coming but i cummed as soon as i felt Coach williams pinch my nipple. I cummed in my hands. He turned me around so that i was sitting on his lap. I felt his bulge on my ass. he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up and down on his bulge. i felt his jeans on my bare ass, I wanted more. I started to fiddle with his jeans until they were around his ankles. I touched the bulge in his boxers. I put his dick through the hole in the boxers. Coach Williams took his lube and put it on his finger. He out his fingers by my hole. He slowly put them in. Compared to last week i got tighter. He put the tip of his finger in my asshole. he slowly put one of his fingers in my hole. I tilted my head back trying to supress the moans eventually coming from my lips. Coach Williams was knuckles deep inside me. He pulled his finger out quickly and then just as quickley put two in. I moaned out his name. He started scissoring me. Then he pulled both his fingers out. He lined his dick with my asshole. He put it in slowly, first just the tip. I was uncontrollable, I wanted to be fucked out of my brains. I pushed my ass back to get his dick farther in. he was fully inside me. i started bouncing. I was trying to find my prostate. After moving around for a bit i found it. I started abusing my prostate. bouncing up and down. I felt so good, the friction gave me pleasure. Coach williams stayed still with his head facing up. I was reaching my climax. i can feel stomach tightening. "I-I'm cumming" I struggled out I shot 1 long string of cum onto Coach williams shirt. Coach williams shot into me shortly after. "why don't i clean you up?" i said in a questiong yet lustful tone Coach williams nodded his head. I got off his cock, it was still hard. i glot on my knees in front of him. i took his wet cock in my mouth. At first i licked the tip. I then took my tounge and started playing with his dick hole. I could hear the moans coming out of Coach Williams's mouth. I wanted for him to feel good. I licked his base. I went back to his tip and put my mouth over it. i hallowed my cheeks and sucked. i slowly made my way to half his dick. I started to bob my head on Coach williams cock. When his dick hit the back of my mouth. I kept bobbing my head up and down until he cummed in my throat. I swallowed all of it. Coach Williams started putting his pants back on and u did the same. I used some baby wipes to wash myself until I get home. "Next week?" Coach Williams said I nodded and then walked out of his office.🍑𓂸

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"stop posting 18+" TOO BAD Heyyy this is my first time posting sorry if its bad You were called into your teachers office after school and sure enough there he stood in front of his desk. "He's so hot.. I wonder how long his cock is....." you thought to yourself. "Ah.. Y/N. You actually showed up..." he said quietly. "Yeah.. What did you want?" You said. "Well, I wanted to tell you something important.. I.... I like you.." he muttered quietly. You were in shock, yet you grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him towards you then kissed him. He was at loss of words but eventually kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. About 30 minutes later you were laying on the couch in his office with him on top of you, he kissed you roughly, biting your lower lip. He then pulled away and bit your neck, you shuddered and moaned. He got turned on all of a sudden and started messing with the buttons on your uniform. You shivered and he took your shirt off. He traced his fingers along your stomach and bit your chest, he then took all your clothes off and started looking you up and down. He then took his clothes off as well and kissed you. He pulled away after a bit and placed his hands on you hips. "Are you okay with this...?" He asked as you nodded. Then he started slowly going in and out. You whimpered quietly as he picked up the pace. He then stopped and shoved it in your mouth and you started to suck it to the base. He shivered and you deepthroated his cock. "Mm~ Good boy..." he praised and pulled your hair. "Y-You gonna cum...?" you whispered continuing to suck his cock. He nodded slightly and you continued to suck harder, sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. He moaned and started to cum in your mouth. You gripped onto a pillow and continued sucking. He pulled your head away and started to fuck you again. You started let put a few sounds of pleasure such as "Hahh~ please~ I-I'll be good..~ Mmm~" you whimpered. Then the student council walked in and saw you. You never did that again in school. Bye lovess! (my Talkie acc is Peachyyyboba btw ill be posting smut soon)

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i wish there was a tag only for mlm fics so i wouldnt havw to spend so long looking for them ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,)

like if you use c.ai! this NEEDS to be an app! the beef on here is crazy! do not post porn!

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has anyone eaten paper? i have it was delicious 👅👅 10/10 will recommend!! 🤗

those “masturbating” tutorials are so fucking creepy like the fuck you mean you want me to whimper and you wanting to fuck me 💀

okay, so i was scrolling through the nsfw tab because i got curious if there was actually porn on here (spoiler alert: there was 😲😲😲) but seriously if you guys are gonna start preaching about "theres kids on this website stop posting porn!" you guys HAVE to stop using the damn aesthetic tags for jt the reason theyre gonna probably find it is because they are going to CLIVK THE FUCKING TAG FOR PORN AND THEN SEE PORN. JUST STOP TALKING ABOUT IT??? literally the reason gacha heat and shit got so popular was because people wouldnt stop "spreading awareness" by trying tk be saviors by being gacha police and shit, the only way the number of porn on this website is probably going to go down if you guys would just SHUT THE FUCK UP. my god you guys are actually stupid also for the people going "wow… you're looking at porn on a EMOJI WEBSITE!?!?? CRINGE!!!" ACTUALLY stfu you sound corny as shit like tf

10 boys tried to finger me in the ass (am a guy and am also gay)😀

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heres some smut for you because im gonna be honest most the writing on here is ASS I glance at him as he takes his shirt off, his body shiny and toned, and i cant help but wish we were in bed right now. God, imagine- He turns around, and i look away, embarassed. I can feel his eyes trailing up my body as i turn around, rustling around in my bag as a way to look away. I hear him stifle a "shit-" and risk a glance back at him. His dick is bulging in his sweatpants, long and thick. he realises im looking at him, and his face is priceless. I look down, and cant help the flush in my cheeks and the smirk on my face. "What?" he asks, a hint of nervousness on his voice. "Nothing." "You're smirking." "Maybe I am." He huffs, clearly frustrated. I like teasing him. He's so hot when he's flustered. "Did you..." "See it? Yes, I saw it. It's hard to miss." I realise my mouth is dry, and my pussy is throbbing. I feel him bend down behind me, his arms coming around me and his dick pressing into my ass. I try to keep a straight face, despite the desire that consumes me. I can just imagine myself laid bare for him- no. I'm not going there. "So you saw it? Did you like what you saw? Was it big?" I just know hes smirking. I bite back a gasp when his hands slip under the waist band of my panties, soaking wet. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" I try not to groan when he takes his pants off himself and his hard, pulsing dick is released from the confines of fabric, pressing into my hot pussy. He unclasps my bra, his hands sliding up my chest from behind, squeezing my hanging tits hard. I bite my lip, an animalistic noise escaping my throat. "Oh, you really like that." He slides his hard dick inside my pussy from behind, and i almost moan in pleasure there. He starts pounding into me and i scream his name with each thrust. my pussy is dripping cum, my walls pulsing around his length. he slides in even further, his absolute monster feeling so good inside me. my legs are shaking beneath me, pleasure sinking into my bones as we’re both squirting all over each other, cum dripping down my legs. he slides in and out of me, and i can barely breathe, barely remember my name. he squeezes my fat tits with each thrust, and in no time im screaming again, another wave of cum and pleasure crashing over me. I cum even harder this time, gasping as he fills me up with his own cum.

NEUROBEHAVIORAL PLANKTON iv (Autistic author) (see notes below) * ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ But Plankton's frustration had reached a boiling point. His voice was a thunderclap in the small room, his eye flashing with a rage he couldn't contain. "You don't know!" he roared, his body shaking. Hanna took another step back, her heart racing. "I'm sorry, Plankton, I truly didn't mean to upset you," she said, her voice shaking. Plankton's gaze shifted to the door, his mind racing to the safety of his solitude. "You don't know," he murmured, his anger subsiding slightly. The sudden silence was like a balm to his raw nerves. But Hanna's curiosity angered him further. "Plankton, what..." "I DON'T KNOW!" Plankton's voice pierced the silence, his frustration at an all-time high. Hanna's eyes grew wider. "I'll leave you alone," she said quickly, her voice quiet and soothing. But as she turned to go, she accidentally brushed against his arm. Plankton's reaction was instant and explosive. He jerked away, his body tensing, his eye flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" he snapped, his voice sharp and jagged. Hanna's eyes wide with shock. "Plankton tell me what's..." But Plankton had reached his limit. The touch, the questions, the expectation of normalcy—it was all too much. He felt personally attacked, now on a roll. "You don't know what's what?" he spat out, his voice a whip crack. "You come in here, invading my space, without a care in the world for what I'm going through!" Hanna took another step back, retracting quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," she whispered, her eyes filling with sorrow. "Karen never mentioned..." But Plankton's frustration had become anger, his next words cutting like a knife. "You don't know anything," he snarled, his voice laced with bitterness. "You come in here, asking your stupid questions, expecting me to be the same person I was before!" "Before what, Plankton?" Yet Plankton's not wanting to answer Hanna so he yells his next words at the top of his lungs. "Before I...I... YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Plankton's voice cracked with the effort of his outburst, but he's just getting started, now he's on a roll, his next words being worse. "I don't want you here. I don't need you here," Plankton spat out, his frustration a palpable force in the room. Hanna took another step back, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was just trying to..." But Plankton's anger had taken over. "You're not helping!" he shouted, his voice raw with emotion. "You don't get to decide what I need!" He was on his feet now, his body rigid with frustration. "I don't want you to know!" "Know what, Plankton? You don't get to decide what I can and can't know," she said, her voice firm. But Karen's now returned with the smoothie, both Hanna and Plankton too wrapped up to notice her presence. "You think you can just waltz in here and fix everything?" his voice was a growl now. "You think you know what it's like to be trapped in here?" He tapped his head with his finger, his eye wild. "You don't know anything!" Now Hanna's getting real angry. "You think you're the only one suffering?" Hanna countered, her voice rising. "What about Karen? What about the people who actually care about you?" Plankton's gaze snapped to hers, his anger fueled by her words. "You don't know what it's like!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty space of the Chum Bucket. "You don't know what it's like to have the world make no sense! To be trapped in your own head!" Hanna's expression softened slightly. "I'm sorry," she said gently. "I really am. But you can't just push everyone away." "Why not?" Plankton demanded, his voice a whip crack. "Why do I have to explain?" But Hanna's concern for Karen overrode her own fear. "Karen's my friend and she deserves better than you and your little tantrums," Hanna snapped back. "Tantrums? TANTRUMS?" Plankton's voice was a roar now. "This isn't a tantrum, it's reality!" Hanna's in a defensive posture, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think I don't know what real pain is?" she shouted back. "You're so caught up in your own world that you can't see what you're doing to her, just because you're too stubborn and acting like a child who can't deal with the real world! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A BURDENSOME WASTE OF SPACE! So, if you can't get your act together, maybe you should just go to an institution where people can handle your..." "That's enough!" Karen snapped. Her voice was a whip crack across the tension filled room, startling both Plankton and Hanna. She couldn't stand silent any longer. Yet Plankton's face crumpled at Hanna's threat, his anger giving way to despair. Tears began to stream down his face, his body shaking with sobs he couldn't control. The sudden shift from rage to sorrow was like a punch to Hanna. **NOTEs As an autistic writer (and I used AI to help me with the words) I do not encourage the ableism people have shown in their ignorance. Depending on when and where you live, some people have thought such therapies might be good, without actually accepting nor helping. Even Hans Asperger has supported eugenics during the war, sending people to internment camps leading to demise. I came across the site autismmemorial.wordpress.com if you'd like to educate yourself about how people have endured such.*

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Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 저 멀리 네가 보여, 내 맘은 비상사태 So hurry, 얼른 열어, 나의 맘속의 cabinet 어떡해? Tick-tack, ti-tick, 시끄러운 옷장 속 너는 어떤 날 좋아할까? It's my fitting room, 바꿔 attitude ('tude) 어떤 version의 날 좋아할까? 무채색의 look, 괜히 펼친 book (book) 못 본척해, my heart Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Oh, oh, my God, 또 나를 보고 있잖아? 제일 쿨한 mode click, click 어-어떤데 나? 너랑 어울리잖아 너는 어떤 날 좋아할까? 유치한 건 꾹, 옷장 속에 푹 (푹) 구겨 넣으면 날 좋아할까? 고민, 고민, 휴, tick-tack, ti-tick, 쿵 (쿵) 시끄러워, my heart Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Tick-tack, ti-tack, tick-tack-ta, 똑딱 Mm, 알아가면 갈수록, 좋아하면 할수록 새로운 날 만나서, uh, 놀랄 거야 Mm, 기대해도 될 거야, 이제 시작일 뿐이야 새로운 날 만나줘, uh, nice to see ya! 👋🏼☺️

~ first .peach story 🎀. : smvt / pvrn you walk into the classroom, arriving late accidentally. you got caught up in an 'assignment' with your boyfriend, nico mr. wilson is waiting at his desk for you, tapping a pen against the wooden surface. "youre late, miss [ ur name ]," he says, with a cold look as you walk in the door. you swallow, nervous for the afterschool tutoring session youre about to do with mr wilson. "sorry, sir. it wont happen again," you say, as you walk to his desk and take a seat next to him. "it better not.." mr wilson says. "now take out your textbooks." you put your textbooks on his desk, your slim and curved body tempting him as your vulnerable body lingers next to him your breasts move up and down as you take small breaths, catching your teacher's attention. you lean over and take a pen out of your bag, back arching in ways mr wilson finds hard to resist. leaning back up and sighing, mr wilson studies your body. "[your name~]," mr wilson inhales softly, and you turn to him, your eyes meeting his you smirk. "hi~" you breathe. "hey there~" mr wilson says gently. you squeeze together your thighs, putting pressure on your pvssy and making you squirm slightly in pleasure mr wilson notices this, and with his years of experience, knows what you're doing. he cant help himself anymore and rests his hand on your knee. you inhale in surprise, exhaling shakily and slowly as your eyes flutter in shock as you follow his hand... up.. up your thigh.. his warm, comforting fingers begin to travel slowly to your inner thighs, and moving towards your pvssy you take a deep breath- and totally unhinged- ask him, "h-have you ever fvcked a student..?" he meets your eyes. "maybe. but all im worrying about rn is if.. i can fvk you... can i...?" you gently grab his wrist and lead it to your pvssy, slipping his fingers under your pants but not your panties. he feels your soaking wet pvssy and inhales in surprise, circling it gently in shock, massaging it softly. you smirk. "does that answer your question?" you ask. "fvk yes.." mr wilson gasps. he picks you up by your thighs and sits you on his desk, pushing aside your textbooks and a few scattered items. your wetness is soaking your panties now, trickling down your thighs slowly this seems to only turn mr wilson on more. he runs his hands under your shirt. and he slips off your top, before unclipping your bra and letting it fall to the surface of the desk. "holy shit." he breathes as he takes in every curve and detail of your huge t!ts. you pull him by his shirt and force him to kiss you, and you feel the wet sensation of his tongue exploring your mouth. you make out with mr wilson for a few minutes, soft moans escaping your lips when you gasp for air in between kisses. his hands explore your body, running up and down your breasts. he squeezes them and rubs them, turning you on more than ever. he then moves down to your neck, giving you hickeys and hot kisses against your neck and eventually your chest and t1ts. you moan and squirm, the pleasure is seething through you. he moves down to your pants, where he unbuttons your jean shorts and slips them down your legs, revealing soaked panties and a pink pvssy buldging underneath them mr wilson can hardly contain himself as he slips off your panties, bringing your flooded pink pvssy into his sight. more wetness trickles down your bikini line and your inner thighs. mr wilson takes his fingers and rubs the outer lips of your clit, loosening it up even though its already loose enough from the amount of liquid streaming out. you moan softly, and he rubs faster and harder, hands pressing as you moan louder and little streams of cvm pour out. he then begins to slide in his fingers, which is where the real pleasure begins, as he slides in 2 fingers at a time. you moan and your body juices coat his fingers. he takes them out and licks them, before shoving in 3 fingers and fingering you. he shoves them in and out extremely fast, making you gasp and whimper in pure delight. he then pushes you on the desk, on your back, and takes off his pants, before his boxers, and you cant keep ur eyes off the boner he has. the next few moments are a blur, his huge dick is shoved inside your pvssy.. you can hardly breathe through the moans that escape from inside you as he grinds his cock inside you and his body against yours. the pleasure is so unreal. he thrusts deep inside you, hitting your sweet spots and all the places that make you feel amazing. you moan loudly and he presses his lips against yours to muffle your whimpers. "fuuckkk...~" his hands roam your body, touching you in all sorts of places as he cvms deep inside of you and you flood the table with your juices he makes out with you and continues to fvck you as he roams your body. this goes on for about an hour. best hour of your life~ -- flw me for more storiess <3 -- ּ . ֶָ֢. luv .peach . ᡣ𐭩

The smut you guys write on here actually fucking sucks. I read it for shits and giggles and OH MY GOD IT SUCKS SO BAD I’M SORRY??? If you want to write proper smut, don’t write something like this: She moans loud and sexy sex sex “AH~~~~AHHH~~~~~ DADDY~~~💦😫😩” And it’s freaky and sex and pussy or whatever. If you use a tilde (the squiggly line) or emojis while writing smut I’M SORRY BUT STOP??? It’s so cringy oh my lord! Also, put that shit on wattpad or AO3 I BEG!!!

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A LIFE OF DIVERSITY iv (Autistic author) Without missing a beat, Plankton starts rattling off a stream of facts. "Jellyfish are invertebrates," he says, his voice gaining speed and confidence. "They have no bones, no brains, but they have stinging cells called nematocysts." "Wow, Plankton, that's amazing," Sponge Bob says, eyes wide with wonder. "I didn't know that!" "Neither did I," Karen admits, a small smile playing. "You've always had a knack for science, but this is something else." Plankton nods, his excitement palpable. "Jellyfish have life cycle," he continues, his voice taking on the rhythm of a lecturer. "Start as polyps, then grow into medusae." Plankton's antennae twitch as he recites facts rapidly. "Jellyfish can have hundreds of stinging tentacles," he says, his voice gaining momentum. "And some species can even clone themselves. It's called strobilation!" he says, his eye glued to the book. His voice is monotone, but the enthusiasm is clear as he shares his newfound knowledge. "That's so cool, Plankton!" Sponge Bob exclaims. "I had no idea!" Plankton nods. "Jellyfish book," he says again, his voice still a monotone, but his tone is less flat. Karen and Sponge Bob share a hopeful look. Plankton's intense focus on jellyfish seems to be providing a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos of his new reality. "I think Plankton might just become the smartest jellyfish expert in Bikini Bottom," Karen says trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe one day we can go jellyfishing together," Sponge Bob says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Plankton's antennae quiver, and he nods, his gaze flicking to Sponge Bob before returning to the book. "Jellyfishing," he repeats. "But Plankton, remember jellyfishing can be dangerous if they sting" Karen says gently with concern. Plankton's antennae twitch. "Dangerous," he repeats, his eye still on the book. "Jellyfish sting, but Plankton have plan." He flips through the pages, stopping at an image of a jellyfish in a jar. "Jellyfish in jar," he says, tapping the picture. "Safe jellyfish." Karen and Sponge Bob exchange a look. "You wanna keep jellyfish in a jar, Plankton?" Sponge Bob asks, voice tentative. Plankton nods vigorously. "Jellyfish in jar, safe jellyfish," he says, his excitement palpable. Sponge Bob leans closer to the book, his curiosity piqued. "What else does the book say, Plankton?" Plankton starts reading off the index and page numbers, his voice a monotone yet steady stream of information. "Jellyfish page 12. Nematocysts, page 34. Jellyfish reproduction, page 67," he recites, his antennae twitching with each number. Sponge Bob leans in closer, fascinated by Plankton's sudden wealth of knowledge. "How do you remember all of that?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Good memory," he says, his voice still flat but with a hint of pride. "Plankton read book." Karen nods, her gaze soft. "Yes, you read the book," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "You've learned so much about jellyfish." Plankton's antennae quiver with excitement as he flips through the pages. "Jellyfish book," he murmurs, his gaze alight with a passion that Karen hadn't seen in him since before the accident. "You know, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, leaning closer to the book. "Maybe we could start a jellyfish club. Just you, me, and Karen. We could learn all about them together." Plankton's antennae stand at attention at the idea. "Jellyfish club," he repeats, his voice a mix of excitement and skepticism. "With Karen and Sponge Bob?" "Yes," Karen says with a smile, her voice filled with hope. Plankton nods, his antennae moving with the rhythm of his thoughts. "Jellyfish club," he murmurs, the words rolling around in his head like a treasure found at the bottom of the sea. "Yea Plankton who knew, easy as pie!" "Pie?" he repeated, the word echoing in the room. "Pi, 3.14159265358979323846..." His voice grew in confidence as he recited the digits, his eye glazing over as he fell into a rhythm that seemed almost meditative. Karen and Sponge Bob stared at him in amazement as he rattled off the numbers, his monotone delivery a stark contrast to the awe in their expressions. "Plankton, that's incredible!" Karen exclaimed with astonishment. "Pi, yes," Plankton said unwavering. "Circle's ratio." Sponge Bob's eyes went wide. "How?" "Pi," Plankton began, his antennae quivering slightly as he found his rhythm. "The ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. 3.14159265358979323846..." He recited the digits as if they were the most natural thing in the world, his voice steady and unwavering. Karen and Sponge Bob watched in amazement as Plankton's eye took on a faraway look, his focus solely on the mathematical constant that held the secrets of the universe's geometry. Karen couldn't help but smile at the sight of Plankton's newfound passion. "It's incredible how you can remember all of that," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "Remember pi," Plankton said, his antennae still quivering with excitement. "Easy for Plankton." "Wow, Plankton," Sponge Bob said, his eyes sparkling with amazement. "You're a math genius!" Plankton's antennae twitched slightly at the compliment.

A JOURNEY TO AUTISM iv (Autistic author) "Let's play again," Plankton says, his voice eager. Sponge Bob nods, his smile genuine. "Ok, Plankton pick a board game." Karen watches as Sponge Bob sorts through the disarray of their game collection, his spongy fingers touching each box before finally settling on a card game. "Go Fish!" Sponge Bob exclaims, holding up the battered cards. Plankton's face lights up at the familiar phrase, his antennas waggling with excitement. "Fish, fish, fish," he repeats, his voice echoing the words. The two sit cross-legged on the floor, the cards spread out in front of them. Plankton's hands tremble slightly as he picks up his cards, but his concentration is intense. "Fish," he whispers, holding his hand out to Sponge Bob. Sponge Bob nods, understanding the game despite Plankton's simplified request. "Go Fish," he responds, placing a card into Plankton's outstretched palm. Plankton's eye brightens, and he repeats the action, placing a card into Sponge Bob's hand. "Fish," he says again, his voice slightly more confident. "Plankton you gotta take a card from the pile.." Sponge Bob starts to explain, but Plankton's antennas shoot up, and he interrupts. "Fish from the pile," he repeats, his voice eager. He reaches for the deck and draws a card, his eye never leaving Sponge Bob's. Sponge Bob nods. "That's right, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "Go Fish." Plankton repeats the phrase, his antennas bobbing with each word. "Go Fish," he murmurs, his eye scanning the cards. Sponge Bob nods, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Good job, Plankton," he encourages. "Your turn to ask for a card." Plankton's antennas wiggle as he thinks, his eye darting to his hand. "Sponge Bob," he says, his voice a mix of excitement and focus. "Got any...?" He pauses, his brain searching for the right word. "Got any...?" "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob prompts, his smile never wavering. "Fish," Plankton repeats, his antennas bobbing. "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob nods, understanding dawning. "Do you have any twos?" Plankton's antennas twitch in excitement. "Two," he echoes, his voice triumphant. "Do you have any twos?" Sponge Bob's smile falters slightly as he nods, looking at his own cards. He's not sure how to proceed. He decides to keep the game simple. "I don't have any twos," he says. "Now it's your turn to Go Fish." Plankton nods, his concentration unbroken. He scans his cards again. "Got any fish?" he asks, his voice determined. Sponge Bob's smile widens, his eyes sparkling with understanding. "No fish here," he says, placing a card face down. "Go Fish." Plankton's antennas twitch rapidly as he processes the new information, his brain working to keep up with the game's flow. "Go Fish," he repeats, his voice gaining confidence with each exchange. Sponge Bob's eyes widen slightly but he nods along, playing his part. "Okay, Plankton," he says, placing a card on the pile. "Your turn." Plankton's antennas wobble as he considers his next move. "Got any fish?" he asks again, his voice a mix of excitement and challenge. Sponge Bob's smile becomes a bit forced. "Nope," he says, his voice still cheerful. "Go Fish." Plankton's eye dart to the cards in his hand, then back to Sponge Bob. His antennas wave erratically as he tries to formulate his next question. "Got any...?" Sponge Bob waits patiently, his heart aching for his friend. He's never seen Plankton like this before, for SpongeBob doesn't know about the accident nor the diagnosis. "Got any fish?" Plankton's words echo in the silence of the room. Sponge Bob's confusion mounts as he looks into his friend's eye, searching for a clue to what's going on. "No, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice strained. "I don't have any fish." Plankton's antennas drop slightly, his expression one of disappointment. "Go Fish," he murmurs, his gaze drifting to the card pile. Sponge Bob's heart aches as he watches his friend, trying to understand this new, strange behavior. "Do you want to play something else?" he asks, hoping to distract Plankton from his obsession with the game. But Plankton's antennas spring back to life. "More fish," he insists, his voice almost a command. Sponge Bob nods, his mind racing to comprehend what's happening. He knows Plankton's mind is sharp, so why the repetition? "Got any fish?" Plankton asks again, his voice growing more urgent. Sponge Bob's smile falters. He's never seen Plankton act this way before. The urgency in Plankton's voice, the repetition of words, it's all so strange and disconcerting. "I don't understand," he says, his voice small and unsure. "What's going on with you?" Plankton's antennas quiver slightly at Sponge Bob's question, but his eye remains fixed on the cards. "I don't understand," he says, voice soft but firm. "What's going on with you." Sponge Bob's smile falters, his eyes searching Plankton's face for answers. "It's just a game, Plankton," he says, his voice filled with concern. "You don't have to keep asking for fish." This isn't the Plankton he knows, the cunning and scheming arch-nemesis who always has a plan up his sleeve. This is someone else entirely, someone lost and confused. But Plankton doesn't seem to hear him. "Fish," he whispers, his antennas twitching in time with his words. "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob feels a knot form in his stomach. Is Plankton trying to annoy him? "Plankton, are you ok?" he asks gently, his voice filled with concern. Plankton's antennas stop twitching for a moment, his gaze meeting Sponge Bob's. "Plankton are you ok," he echoes, his eye searching Sponge Bob's for a clue. "Fish." Sponge Bob's brow furrows deeper, his confusion growing. "You don't have to keep asking for fish, Plankton," he says again. But Plankton's mind is stuck on the pattern, his voice insistent. "Fish," he repeats. Sponge Bob's now getting irritated. The echoing of his words, the intense stare, and the persistent demand for "fish" are unlike anything he's ever seen. "Plankton, please," he says, his voice tight with frustration. "I don't have any fish. Let's play a different game." But Plankton's antennas only wiggle more rapidly. "Fish," he insists. "Got any fish?" Sponge Bob's patience is wearing thin, his cheery demeanor slipping away. "I said no!" he snaps, his voice a little too loud. Plankton recoils at the sudden change in tone, his antennas drooping. "Fish?" he whispers, his voice filled with uncertainty. Sponge Bob's eyes widen with regret at his outburst. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, his voice softening. "I didn't mean to yell. But Plankton, I don't have any more fish!" Plankton's antennas sag, and his eye becomes unfocused. "No fish," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob's never seen Plankton like this, his behavior so repetitive and unresponsive to his words. It was as if the game had become the center of Plankton's entire world, and Sponge Bob's refusal to play along had shattered it. "I'm sorry, Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice trembling with frustration. "I just don't understand why you're so obsessed with fish." Plankton looks up, his eye meeting Sponge Bob's, a hint of hurt flickering across his expression. "Fish," he says again, his voice smaller this time. "Need fish." Sponge Bob sighs, his hands going to his face. "Ok," he says, his voice muffled. "Let's just finish this game."

GREAT CHIP iv (Autistic author) In the bedroom, Karen managed to guide Plankton to the bed, her voice soothing. She knew his senses were heightened right now, his body a battleground. Chip hovered in the doorway, his eyes never leaving his dad. He felt like he didn't recognize this man who had always been his hero. The seizure passed, leaving Plankton drained. Karen helped tucked him in, her eyes filled with sadness. In the quiet that followed, she turned to Chip, his own eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said gently. Chip nodded, his gaze still on Plankton's exhausted face. "Is he okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "He'll be fine," Karen assured, her voice strained. "Just tired. This happens sometimes." Chip nodded, his gaze never leaving Plankton's face. He felt like he was seeing his dad for the first time, like he'd been looking at him through a fog and suddenly, it had lifted. He didn't know what to do with the mix of feelings swirling inside him: confusion, fear, sadness. Karen took Chip's hand, squeezing it gently. "Let's go talk, okay?" she suggested, leading him out of the room. They sat in the kitchen, the silence heavy between them. "I don't get it," Chip said finally, his voice still shaky. "Why did Dad get so mad?" Karen sighed, her grip on his hand tightening. "It's not that he's mad at you, sweetheart. It's his way of dealing with the fear and confusion. Sometimes, his brain gets overwhelmed, and it's like he can't control his reactions." Chip looked at her, his eyes searching for understanding. "But why does he have to break my toys?" he asked, his voice still small. Karen's heart ached for him. "It's not about the toys," she explained softly. "It's about the frustration he feels, the inability to communicate what he's going through." Chip sniffled, trying to wrap his head around it all. "But why does he get so...so...mad?" Karen's eyes were filled with understanding. "It's not just you, Chip. Sometimes, his brain needs a way to deal with everything. It's like his own personal tornado, and when it hits, it's hard for him to keep his emotions from spinning out of control." Chip nodded, still not fully understanding but willing to try. He looked down at their joined hands, his thumb tracing small circles on her palm. "What can I do?" Karen squeezed his hand. "Just be patient," she said. "And don't take it personally. Remember, it's not about you, it's about what he's feeling. And when he's ready, we can talk about it together." Chip nodded, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. He didn't want to upset his dad again, but he needed to know how to help. He didn't want to feel so powerless. "But what if he doesn't want to talk?" he ventured, his voice small. "Then we'll give him space," Karen said, her eyes filled with warmth. "But we'll be here, ready to listen when he does." Chip nodded, wiping away the last of his tears with the back of his hand. "Okay," he murmured, his voice still shaky. "Can I sit with him?" Karen nodded. "Just for a bit, but remember, he might not know you're there right away. Let's go." They tiptoe back into the room, the air still thick with tension. Plankton's eye is closed. Karen knows he's sleeping. Chip sits in the chair beside the bed, watching his dad's chest rise and fall. He reaches out to touch Plankton's hand, but stops. He didn't want to startle him, not after what happened. His mind raced with questions, but he knew now was not the time to ask. Instead, Chip took a deep breath, his hand hovering over Plankton's. He didn't know how to make it right, but he knew he had to try. Karen watched from the doorway, her heart heavy with the weight of her family's pain. She knew this was a moment that could either build a wall or bridge the gap between father and son. Chip's hand hovered, unsure, before finally landing on his dad's. Plankton's antennae twitched, and Chip looked up to see his mother's eyes glistening with proud tears. Karen offered a gentle smile. "You can sit with him," she whispered. "Just don't touch him anywhere else." Chip nodded and pulled the chair closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving his dad's still face. He sat for what felt like hours, his hand resting gently on Plankton's. Every now and then, his dad's antennae would twitch, and he'd hold his breath, afraid that he'd wake him up. But Plankton remained still, lost in a deep slumber. The room was quiet, save for the soft snores escaping his dad's mouth. Chip stared at his hand on Plankton's, his mind racing with everything he'd learned. Autism, seizures, the way his dad's brain worked differently. It was all so new and overwhelming. He felt a pang of guilt for not knowing sooner, for not understanding. But Karen's words echoed in his mind: his dad's reactions weren't personal. It was just how his brain dealt with stress. Chip leaned back in the chair, his eyes heavy with the weight of the day's events. He watched his dad's chest rise and fall, the steady rhythm comforting him. His thoughts swirled with questions and confusion, but he knew one thing for sure: he loved his dad, no matter what. As the minutes ticked by, his fear turned into resolve. He would learn more about his father and try to find a way to support him without setting off the storm of sensory overload.

SHELF IMPROVEMENT iv (Autistic author) The next morning, Karen awoke with the sun, her mind still heavy with the weight of the previous night's discovery. Plankton slept peacefully beside her, his breathing even and deep. For a moment, she allowed herself to hope that was just a bad dream, a fleeting nightmare that would disappear. But when she looked over at him, she knew it was all too real. Her eyes took in the familiar lines of his face, the way his antennae twitched even in sleep. They had faced challenges before, and they would face this one too. Gently, she slipped from the bed, not wanting to wake him. She knew he needed his rest. In the kitchen, she started to make his breakfast smoothie. She had read about autism, knew it could manifest in different ways, but she had never thought it would touch their lives so suddenly, so profoundly. The blender whirred to life, slicing through the fruit and yogurt. The smell of strawberries and bananas filled the room, a stark contrast to the heaviness of her thoughts. As she poured the smoothie into a glass, her mind raced with questions. How would this change their relationship? What did this mean for Plankton's life? What could she do to help him? The sudden sound of footsteps on the floor snapped her out of her thoughts. Plankton. She turned around to see him standing in the doorway, his expression tentative. His eye searched hers, and she forced a smile, hoping to reassure him. "Breakfast," she said, holding out the smoothie. "Your favorite." Plankton's antennae twitched, and he took a step forward, his eye locking onto the glass. "Smoothie," he murmured. Karen clenched at his response, so unlike his usual greeting. "Yes, a strawberry-banana smoothie." Her voice was filled with hope, trying to keep their morning routine as normal as possible. He took the glass from her, his grip careful, his movements precise. He took a sip. Karen watched him. "How does it taste?" she asked, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. Plankton paused, his eye blinking thoughtfully. "Good," he said finally, his voice still subdued. He took another sip, his expression unreadable. Karen's smile grew wider, genuine this time. "I'm so glad. Why don't you sit down?" She gestured to the kitchen table. "I'll get you some toast." Plankton nodded slowly, his movements deliberate. He sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the smoothie. Karen felt the weight of his silence as she busied herself with the toaster. But the pop of the bread springing up snapped his attention to her. "Too much noise," he mumbled, flinching at the sound. Karen sank. She had forgotten how sensitive his hearing might become. She quickly turned off the toaster and approached the table. "I'm sorry," she said softly, placing the plate of toast before him. "Did the toaster bother you?" Plankton nodded, his antennas quivering slightly. "Noise," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen felt a pang of guilt. "I'll be more careful," she promised, placing a gentle hand on his back. She watched as he took a deep breath, visibly trying to regain his composure. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the new normal pressing down on them like a thick fog. Karen wanted to fill the air with words, to reassure him and herself, but she knew that sometimes silence was the best comfort. As Plankton took a bite of toast, she observed his every move, looking for any signs of distress. His antennae were still, his eye focused on his food. It was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them and their quiet breakfast. But then, she heard Plankton's words. "Breakfast," he murmured, his antennae twitching. "Did the toaster bother you." It took Karen a second to realize that Plankton was actually responding to his own thoughts. She watched as he paused, his antennae twitching again. "Noise," he said, his voice echoing in the silent room. Was he talking to himself? Or was this a new part of his autism, a way of processing information? "No," she said gently, sitting down beside him. "The toaster is okay now. It's quiet." Plankton nodded, his antennas stilling. He chewed slowly, his gaze flickering to Karen before returning to the bread. "Karen," he said after a moment, his voice clearer now. "The toaster okay says it's quiet, Karen said no is okay now." He was parroting her words, but with a slight delay. It was as if he was trying to make sense of them, to process the conversation in his own time. "Yes, Plankton," she replied. "The toaster is quiet now." Plankton nodded again, his antennae still. He took another bite of toast, chewing slowly. Then, out of the blue, he spoke again, his voice stronger this time. "Karen loves Plankton?" "Yes, Plankton, I do," she replied, her voice steady. "Karen loves you very much." Plankton's antennae twitched once before going still. He took another sip of his smoothie, his face a canvas of contemplation. "Plankton loves Karen," he murmured, almost to himself. It was as if he was reassuring himself of their bond. Karen felt a warmth spread through her. This was a new aspect of his autism, but it was also a sign that he was trying to understand his feelings, to make sense of the world around him. "Yes," she said, squeezing his hand. "And Karen loves Plankton right back." Plankton nodded, his gaze returning to his food. Karen could see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to comprehend the change. He took another sip of his smoothie, his antennae twitching slightly as he swallowed. "Different," he said again. "But same love." Despite the confusion, he had managed to articulate his feelings with a simplicity that was both heartbreaking and beautiful. She squeezed his hand, her screen shimmering with unshed tears. "Yes, Plankton," she said, her voice thick with love. "Same love, no matter what." Plankton's gaze shifted to her, his eye focusing on her damp screen. His antennae stood straight up, and he frowned slightly. "Tears," he said, his voice concerned. "Karen sad?" "No, Plankton," she said softly. "These are happy tears." But she knew that might not make sense to him, so she tried to explain further. "They're because I'm feeling a lot of love for you right now, and my body..." "Love makes Karen sad?" he interrupted. Karen sighed, knowing that explaining emotions to a suddenly autistic Plankton was going to be tough. "No, not sad," she corrected. "They're just tears that come when I'm really happy or overwhelmed with love. It's a good thing, I promise." Plankton's antennae twitched as he processed this information. "Good tears," he murmured. "Karen love making good tears." Karen couldn't help but smile, despite the heaviness of the situation. His childlike innocence was a beacon of light in the darkness. "Yes," she nodded, her voice steady. "Good tears," she said again, her thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "Now, let's eat our breakfast, okay?"

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KAREN AND THE AUTISTIC JOURNEY iv (Autistic author) Sandy feels the full weight of her words crash down upon her. The accusations she had thrown at Plankton now felt like sharp stones in her own stomach. Her mind reels as she tries to comprehend what she had just learned. Autism? Plankton? How could she have been so blind, so cruel? Her gaze falls to the floor, avoiding Karen's. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice thick with guilt. "I didn't know." Karen nods, her own emotions swirling. "But we need to be more careful with him." Sandy's eyes are glued to the floor, her tail flicking nervously. "I didn't mean to hurt him," she says, her voice small and ashamed. "I just thought he was being weird." Karen nods, understanding. "I know," she says, her voice gentle. "But now we know better, and we have to help him." She moves towards the bedroom, her steps determined. "Let's go check on him." They enter the room quietly. Karen's optical sensors scan his tiny form, noticing the slight rise and fall of his chest. He's asleep, she realizes, exhausted from the emotional turmoil. Sandy's gaze follows hers, her expression a mix of regret and curiosity. She's never seen Plankton like this before, his features softer, almost peaceful in repose. "Is he okay?" she asks, her voice a whisper. Karen nods, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. "He's sleeping," she says, her voice filled with tenderness. "It's been a big day for him." Sandy steps closer, her gaze taking in Plankton's sleeping features. His face, usually twisted with plotting and schemes, is now slack with exhaustion. His eye, usually alive with cunning, is closed, and his breaths come in deep, even snores, his mouth slightly agape. "What do we do now?" Sandy asks, her voice hushed. Karen sits beside him on the bed, her hand still on his shoulder. "We help him," she says, her voice firm. "We learn about his autism and how we can support him." They spend the next few moments in silence, the air heavy with the weight of what has been said. Karen's hand continues to gently stroke Plankton's shoulder. Sandy sits down on the opposite side of the bed. Her gaze is fixed on Plankton, her thoughts racing. She had known him for so long, and yet she had never considered this possibility. "What does this mean for him?" she whispers, her voice filled with concern. Karen sighs, her hand still stroking Plankton's shoulder. "It means we'll have to make some changes," she says softly. "He'll need routines, and patience, and understanding." Sandy nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I can do that," she says, her voice filled with determination. "But what about... us?" Karen looks up, her gaze meeting Sandy's. "What do you mean?" she asks, her hand pausing in its soothing motion. Sandy swallows, her eyes still on Plankton. "Our friendship," she says. "How do we handle this without making him feel... different?" Karen nods, understanding her concern. "We just need to be there for him," she says. "He's still the same Plankton, just with some new challenges." They sit in silence for a moment, the only sound the rhythm of Plankton's snores. Sandy reaches out tentatively, her paw hovering over his arm. "Is it ok to touch him?" she asks. Karen nods. "Yes, Sandy. Just be gentle," she whispers. Sandy's paw touches Plankton's arm, her touch light and tentative. He stirs slightly, but doesn't wake. She leaves her paw there, offering comfort without intrusion. Karen watches them with a mix of love and fear for the future. Plankton's autism was still a mystery to them, a labyrinth they were just beginning to navigate. She knows it won't be easy, but she's determined to be by his side. "We're a team," she says, squeezing Plankton's shoulder. Sandy nods, her gaze never leaving Plankton's sleeping form. "A team," she repeats, her voice filled with resolve. For the first time since the diagnosis, the three of them are united in a common goal: to understand and support Plankton as he navigates his new reality. Sandy and Karen exchange a look, each one filled with a determination that mirrors the other. They've been friends through thick and thin, through Krabby Patty heists and jellyfish stings, and now they're facing a challenge none of them had ever anticipated. Sandy's paw remains on Plankton's arm, her touch steady and reassuring. Plankton stirred, his sleep disturbed by the unfamiliar weight of Sandy's paw on his arm. His eye fluttered open, and he was met with the sight of Sandy and Karen, their faces contorted with a mix of concern and confusion. He sat up quickly, his body jolting with fear. "Plankton, it's ok," Karen soothes, her hand reaching out to calm him. "You're safe." "Karen sad?" he asks, his voice cracking. Sandy's paw tightens on his arm, which makes Plankton feel uncomfortable enough to get him to snap at her. "What Sandy want?" he asks, his voice sharp, his body tense with anxiety. Sandy's eyes fill with tears. "I didn't mean to make you upset," she says, her voice shaking. "I just didn't know." Plankton's gaze flits between them, trying to read their expressions, but his brain struggles to interpret their complex emotions. "Karen sad?" he repeats, his voice a mix of fear and confusion. Karen's hand moves to cover Sandy's, her grip firm but gentle. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice soothing. "We're just concerned about you." Sandy takes a deep breath, forcing back her tears. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Plankton's gaze flickers between them, his mind racing to understand the situation. "No hurt," he says, his voice shaky. "Sandy say Karen sad. No sad." Karen's circuits pulse with a mixture of relief and sadness. "Sandy didn't mean it, Plankton," she says, her voice filled with compassion. "We're all just trying to understand what's happening." Sandy's eyes are cast down, her paws fidgeting in her lap. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, her voice heavy with regret. "I didn't know." She grabs Plankton in a hug, unaware of how the tight embrace might feel to him. Plankton stiffens, his senses getting overwhelmed. "No touch," he says, his voice tight. Sandy quickly releases him, her eyes wide with apology. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to help." Karen nods, her gaze softening. "We all do," she says. "But we have to learn how to help in ways that don't overwhelm him." Plankton's eye darts around the room, with the need to regulate himself. He starts to rock in a rhythmic motion, a self-soothing behavior his new autism craves. The sensation of his own movements helps to calm the storm of thoughts and emotions swirling within him. Karen notices the change immediately and nods understandingly. "It's ok, Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. "You do what you need to do." Sandy watches, her curiosity piqued by the rhythmic rocking "What's he doing?" she asks, her voice hushed. Karen sighs, her gaze filled with understanding. "It's his way of self-soothing," she explains. "It's called stimming." Sandy's eyes widen, taking in Plankton's rhythmic rocks. "Stimming?" she repeats. "What's that?" Karen nods, her voice calm and patient. "It's a way for him to regulate his sensory input," she explains. "It helps him feel safe and in control." Sandy watches. He starts to hum, a low buzz that resonates in the quiet room, his way of finding comfort in the chaos of his thoughts. "It's ok," Karen whispers, her hand on his shoulder. "We're here." Plankton's eye lock onto her hand, the pressure of her touch offering a semblance of comfort. He starts to rock back and forth again. The movement calms him slightly. Sandy watches. She had never seen Plankton like this before. The sharpness of her words from earlier stings her now, as she realizes the depth of his distress. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice quiet. "I didn't know." Plankton's humming turns to a soft melody, his body still moving in a soothing pattern. The words echo in his head, a reminder of the world's expectations he can never quite meet. Sandy watches him, her own world now forever changed. She had always known Plankton to be eccentric, but this was different. This was real. Her mind reels with questions and fears. How would this affect their friendship? Could they ever return to the easy banter they once shared? Would he still be the same friend she had always known? But as she watches him stim, the reality of the situation starts to set in. Plankton was still Plankton, but with a new set of rules and a new way of seeing the world. Sandy makes a silent vow to learn those rules, to understand his world as much as he had tried to understand hers.

THE LIFE OF UNITY iv (Autistic author) Kevin's smirk is long gone, replaced by a look of shock and regret. "I... I had no idea," he stammers. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know." Plankton's antennae quiver. "Kevin," he murmurs, "you hurt Plankton." Sponge Bob's protectively around Plankton, who is now visibly upset. "You hurt Plankton's feelings," he says, his voice firm but not unkind. "You see, Plankton had an accident. He's not the same as before. He nearly broke his skull on a cash register at the Krusty Krab. It changed him." Kevin's expression shifts from shock to disbelief. "What do you mean, 'changed him'?" he asks, his tentacles quivering slightly. "He has autism now," Sponge Bob says simply, never leaving Plankton's trembling form. "It's ok, Plankton," he murmurs, tightening around the tiny plankton. "You're still you." Kevin's eyes widen, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Oh my...," he whispers, his tentacles dropping to his sides. "I had no idea." Plankton's voice filled with accusation. "Kevin," he murmurs, "you didn't know. You didn't care." Kevin's eyes are wide. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." But Plankton's cutting off Kevin's apology. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye flashing with pain. "Kevin not care." "I'm sorry, Plankton. I didn't mean to be so cruel." But Plankton's unyielding. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye still brimming with unshed tears. "You didn't know. You no care." Kevin's smugness evaporates as the weight of his own words crashes down on him. The realization that his careless jests have caused such pain is written all over his face. His eyes are wide with horror, his tentacles trembling. "I'm sorry," he whispers, starting to touch Plankton. But Plankton recoils at the touch, his antennae quivering violently, his monotone voice filled with panic. "NO!" he squeaks, his one eye wide with fear. "Kevin, no touch!" Kevin's tentacles jerk back as if burned, his eyes filled with shock and remorse. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, his voice thick with regret. "I didn't know. I didn't mean to..." "Kevin, no touch," he repeats, his one eye flashing. "Plankton not like that." "I didn't know," he whispers, his eyes never leaving Plankton's trembling form. "I'm so sorry." But Plankton's antennae continue to quiver, his monotone voice a sad echo of the fear he feels. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye fixed on the sea cucumber, "you didn't know. You don't care." Sponge Bob's placing himself between Plankton and the sea cucumber. "Kevin," he says firmly with a newfound resolve. "You need to apologize to Plankton. What you said was not okay." Kevin's tentacles quiver, his eyes darting from Sponge Bob to Plankton's trembling form. "I'm... I'm sorry," he stammers, his smugness replaced by genuine contrition. "I didn't know. I didn't mean it like that." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and sadness, his monotone voice still echoing the pain of the insult. "Kevin," he murmurs, his one eye narrowed, "you hurt Plankton." Kevin's expression falls, the full impact of his words hitting him like a brick wall. He takes a step back, his tentacles drooping. "I didn't know," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had... you know." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and pain. "Kevin," he murmurs, his monotone voice strained. "Kevin hurt Plankton. Not funny." Kevin's tentacles twitch, his expression a mix of shock and discomfort. "Look, I didn't know," he says, his voice quivering. "I'm sorry. I just..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and sadness, his monotone voice cutting through the awkward silence. "Space," he murmurs, his one eye pleading. Kevin creeps up closer. "Space? What..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and fear, his monotone voice a sad echo of the pain Kevin's words have caused. "Plankton," he murmurs, his one eye wide with desperation. "Alone." Kevin still doesn't understand. "You're not alone," he starts, reaching out. But Plankton's antennae quiver more fiercely, his monotone voice filled with a rare urgency. "No," he murmurs, his one eye darting around. "Space." "I don't underst--" But Plankton's filled with a desperation Kevin had never heard before. "Space," he murmurs again, more forcefully this time. "Kevin, go." "Go to outer space? But..." "Space," Plankton repeats more insistently, his eye frantic. Kevin's with confusion. "But, Plankton we're in the middle of the jellyfish fields." But Plankton's antennae quiver with urgency, his monotone voice unwavering. "Space," he murmurs, his one eye pleading. "Now." "I don't..." Kevin starts, grabbing Plankton's hand. But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, and he pulls away, his monotone voice rising. "SPACE!" he shouts, his eye flashing with fury. Startled, Kevin takes a step back. "Where in outer space?" But Plankton's antennae quiver with impatience, his monotone voice tight. "Any space," he cries. "Just go." Kevin's tentacles twitch, his smugness forgotten. "But... but what about the jellyfish? Oh do you mean any planet.." He says, absent mindedly putting his hand on Plankton's back. But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, and he jumps away. "NO TOUCH!" he screams, his monotone voice cracking with emotion. "PLANKTON. NEED. SPACE!" Kevin's tentacles recoil as if stung, his eyes wide with shock. "I'm sorry," he stammers, taking a step back. "I can't fly a rocket to space.." But Plankton's antennae quiver with rage. "Any space," he repeats, his one eye glaring. "Away." Kevin's tentacles hang limp, his smugness shattered by the depth of Plankton's pain. "But, Plankton, we can't leave Earth without..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with fury, his monotone voice a whip crack. "Any space," he repeats, his one eye narrowed. "Now." Kevin's tentacles retract, his smugness gone. "Any planet other than Earth? I'd like to help but..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with frustration, his monotone voice cutting through the confusion. "Not space," he murmurs, his one eye blazing with anger. "Space." Kevin's tentacles tremble, his smile fading into a look of fear. "I can't get outer space without a rocket?" he says, taking a step back. But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, his monotone voice a thunderclap in the stillness. "No rocket," he murmurs, his one eye flashing. "Space. Now." Kevin's tentacles quiver, his smugness replaced by fear. "But Plankton," he stammers, taking a step back, "we can't just go to space without..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with rage, his monotone voice a whip crack. "Space," he repeats, his one eye narrowed. "Now." Kevin's tentacles retreat, his smugness replaced by a look of pure terror. "But Plankton, I can't just leave the sea," he says, his voice shaking. But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and desperation, his monotone voice a thunderclap in the quiet waters. "Space," he repeats unwavering. Kevin's tentacles retreat, his smugness replaced by a look of fear as he tries to comprehend Plankton's words. "But Plankton," he stammers, "you can't survive in space. It's not possible." But Plankton's antennae quiver with anger, his monotone voice a monotone shout. "Space," he repeats, his one eye flashing with desperation. "Away from here." Kevin's tentacles retract, his smugness dissolving in to confusion. "But Plankton, we're in the middle of jellyfish fields," he says, his voice trembling. "We can't just..." But Plankton's antennae quiver with a mix of anger and desperation, his monotone voice a monotone shout. "SPACE!" he repeats, his one eye flashing. "Kevin go now!" Kevin's tentacles twitch, his smugness dissipating like smoke in the face of Plankton's distress. "But Plankton I don't..." he starts, taking a cautious step back. Plankton breathes in and gathers his words together, his antennae quivering with the effort of controlling his emotions. "Kevin JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" he shouts, his monotone voice crackling with anger. Kevin's tentacles quiver in understanding, his smugness evaporating like mist in the sun. "Oh," he says, his voice small and sad. "You mean personal space.." Plankton's antennae quiver slightly, his monotone voice softening. "Yes," he murmurs, his one eye blinking rapidly. "Space." Sponge Bob nods. "Okay, Kevin," he says firmly. "You need to give Plankton some space right now. He's going through a tough time." Kevin's smugness is completely gone, replaced by a look of genuine concern. He takes a step back. "I had no idea," he whispers. "I'm really sorry. I'll go. Bye."

CATCH IN MY CHIP iv (Autistic author) Plankton looks around, confusion flickering in his eye. "What's going on?" "You had a bit of an overload," Karen explains, her voice gentle. "Too much sensory input, remember?" Plankton's antennas twitch, and his eye widens slightly as he takes in the scene. The mess, the quiet, Chip's tear-stained face. He sighs, his body relaxing back into the pillows. "Ah, yes," he murmurs. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Karen smiles, her eyes shimmering with relief. "It's okay, dear. We're just here for you." Plankton's gaze drifts to Chip, who's hovering in the doorway, his eyes wide and worried. "Chip... I'm sorry." Chip's eyes fill with tears, his voice shaking. "It's okay, Dad. Is your autism causing..." Plankton looks at him, his eye widening slightly. "What do you know about autism?" He sits up, his voice tinged with surprise. Chip sniffles, his grip tight on the seashell collection. "Mom told me," he says, his voice barely audible. "It's why you got overwhelmed, isn't it?" Plankton's expression shifts from confusion to something closer to anger. "I don't need you to feel sorry for me," he snaps, his voice sharp. "I can handle it." "But Dad you just..." Plankton cuts Chip off, his voice edged with agitation. "I said, I can handle it!" Chip takes a step back, his eyes wide and filled with fear. He hadn't meant to upset his dad; he just wanted to understand. "You couldn't handle it, Dad. Otherwise, you..." Plankton's eye narrows, his antennas standing on end. "Don't," he says, his voice a warning growl. "I don't need a little kid telling me what I can and can't handle." Chip's shoulders slump, his eyes welling up. "But I just... I didn't mean to..." "I said, I can handle it!" Plankton's voice cracks through the air, his face flushing with irritation. Karen's grip on Chip's hand tightens, a silent message to stay calm. Chip's eyes water as he stammers, "But I just wanted to help." The weight of his dad's words hits him like a brick. He hadn't meant to make him mad, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd done something wrong. Plankton's breaths are sharp and quick, his body tense with frustration. "You don't know what you're talking about," he snaps, pushing the covers off his legs. "You're just a kid. You don't understand." Chip's eyes well up with tears as he looks at his father, the man he's always admired and loved, now a stranger in his own pain. "But Mom said it's okay for..." Plankton's anger flares, his antennas quivering. "Don't you dare bring your mom into this," he says, cutting Chip off again. "This is not your business!" Chip's lower lip trembles, his eyes filling with tears. He hadn't meant to upset his dad, but everything he says seems to make it worse. "But Dad," he starts, but his voice is lost in the wave of Plankton's frustration. "I don't need your pity," Plankton says, his voice rising. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, his movements quick and jerky. "You think just because you know a fancy word, you know what it's like?" Chip feels his cheeks burn, his eyes blurred with unshed tears. "No, Dad, I just..." But Plankton is already out of bed, his legs wobbly. "You think you know everything, don't you?" His words are a jumble of anger and pain, his voice echoing in the quiet room. Chip steps back, his eyes wide with shock. "No, Dad, I just..." He tries to explain, but Plankton interrupts again. "Don't tell me what you 'just,'" Plankton snaps. "You think because you went to some camp you can come back and act like you know me?" His voice is sharp, cutting through the tension in the air like a knife. Chip's eyes dart to the ground, his body shrinking under the weight of his father's words. "But Dad, I just..." Plankton's anger is palpable, his body vibrating with tension. "I said, don't tell me what you 'just'!" He snatches up Chip's new surfboard, the one symbol of joy from camp, and slams it against the wall. The room shakes with the impact, sending a shower of sand and shells flying. Chip jumps, his eyes wide with shock. "Dad, please," he whispers, his voice shaking. He's never seen his dad like this, never felt such anger radiating from him. It's like a storm has taken over the room, and he's the only one caught in it. "What are you doing?" Chip asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He takes a step back, his hands up in a protective gesture. "What does it look like?" Plankton snarls, his grip tight on the broken surfboard. "I can't even have a moment without you poking and prodding!" Chip's eyes dart around the room, his heart racing as he tries to find the words to fix this. "I'm sorry, Dad," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I just wanted to help." But Plankton is beyond reason, his anger a living thing that feeds off the chaos. He turns to the desk, his gaze settling on the pile of sandy photos. "You think your camp souvenirs mean anything to me?" He snatches the pictures, ripping them into shreds. Chip gasps, tears spilling down his cheeks as he watches his memories destroyed. "Dad, no!" He tries to grab the photos, his hands shaking, but Plankton swats him away, the torn pieces falling like confetti around them. The room seems to close in, the smell of saltwater and musty sand overwhelming him. "These are from my trip!" Chip sobs, his voice choking on his own pain. "I don't care about your trip!" Plankton shouts, throwing the remaining pieces into the air. They flutter down like sad confetti, a stark contrast to the joy they once represented. "I care about me! I care about what you do to me with your noise and your energy!" Chip's heart feels like it's shattering into a million pieces, each one a memory of his dad's love and patience torn apart. "I didn't mean to," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the ringing in his ears. "I just wanted to share..." Plankton's eye flashes with anger, his grip on the shredded photos white-knuckled. "Share?" He spits the word out like it's poison. "You have no idea what you're doing to me! You just keep pushing and pushing, and you don't even notice when I can't take it anymore!" Chip's eyes dart to the floor, his hands curling into fists. "I thought you liked it," he says, his voice shaking. "I thought you liked when I talked about my day." Plankton's chest heaves, his eye blazing with frustration. "You don't get it, do you?" He says, his voice rising. "You never get it!" He picks up Chip's rare seashell collection, the one he'd been so proud to show off, and hurls it across the room. The sound of breaking shells fills the air, each one a shard of Chip's shattered happiness. "Dad, please!" Chip begs, his hands outstretched. "Stop!" But Plankton's rage has taken over, a whirlwind of accusations and anger. "You think this is fun?" He yells, holding up a shard of seashell. "You think this is what I want?" Plankton throws the shard down, the clatter of broken shells like a mocking echo of Chip's pleas. "I don't want your noise!" His hands shake with fury as he grabs the sandy trophy from the camp sandwich contest. "Dad, please," Chip says, his voice small and scared. "What's wrong?" He tries to approach, but Plankton's body language is a clear warning. Plankton's eye dart around the room, his anger a tangible force. "Wrong?" He laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. "Wrong is you, coming in here with your stories and your noise and your... stuff!" He gestures wildly at the camp souvenirs, the remnants of Chip's excitement scattered across the floor. He hurls the trophy at the wall, watching with a twisted satisfaction as it shatters into a hundred pieces. "This," he says, holding up a fistful of sand, "this is what you do to me!" Chip flinches with each broken piece, his heart aching. "But Dad, I just wanted to make you proud." His voice is barely a whisper, lost in the storm of Plankton's rage. "Proud?" Plankton sneers, his grip tight on the sand. "You think this junk makes me proud?" He throws the sand at Chip, the grains stinging his face like tiny needles. "You have no idea what I go through every day, do you?" His voice cracks, his anger giving way to pain. Karen steps in, her voice firm but calm. "Plankton, that's enough." Her eyes are on her son, her face a mask of concern. "Chip, why don't you go... dust your screen?" Her tone is gentle, but her gaze holds a silent message: stay calm. Chip nods, his eyes never leaving his dad's. He turns and heads for the bathroom, his steps slow and deliberate. The door clicks closed behind him, leaving Karen and Plankton alone in the room.

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can i just say that i give less than 5 horse shits about smut being on an emoji website.. plus, all of them are corny as hell how do you guys get off to ts 😭 i would write a slur here but that would probably turn you horndogs on

honestly, this is just sad. people masturbating and stroking themselves make me feel so bad. yes im gonna spread awarness because this is a god damn emoji website and NOT pornhub! seek help! anyway here are some symbol cs its an emoji webiste in the end • ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙ 🎧✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ✧˖°🌷📎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪☆₊ ⊹˚ ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ 𝜗𝜚 ˙✧˖°📸 ⋆｡˚꩜ —⁺˖°ʚ🧸ɞ°⁺˖— ˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔ 　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 　 ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 𐙚˙✧˖°📸༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ , ╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵 じしˍ,)ノ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ७っ ٫٫ › ‹ ִֶָ ٫ ໋ ᘏ ، ‹𝟹 % ՚ 谷 : ζ ゜：✿ 。 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ 仌 𓄼 ⨾ ⩇ ֶָ֢ ໋֢ 𖥻 ⋆ .˖ ᨳ᭬ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ୫꒷ 𖠵 ﹪ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ‹𝟹 ꜝꜝ ʚ ⌕ ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ⌗ ☘︎ 𐑺 ࿁ ܸ ݄ ɞ 𐄂 𐂴 𐋉 𐋃 𐙝 ⩀ ݀ ̫ ̲ ﹕ ﹐ ﹔ ﹆ ⠁ ⠘ ⟲ ⟳ ⟡ ⟄ ⟃ ➜ ᨒ ੭ ໒ ꗃ ᨵ ୧ ` ִֶָ֪֢ ▭ᯅǝ ⁃ ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃⠀ヾ⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙ 𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹⟆ ﹏ ！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ 𖣯 ｡ ꞝ ⩇ ᰍ ≀ ໑ ﾞ ઉ ᨦ ദ ꒷꒦ ꣹ 𔓐 𒀭 ♡︎ ♥︎ 𖡩 ˀ ᵎ ✦ 𔒌 ʾ ໑ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ . 𓄹 𓈒 𓍢 𐇵 ﹆ ✿ ˖ 𖥻 𓎆 ⏉ ੭ ꒳​ 。 ❤︎ 𖦹 ଘ ⤹ ꩜ ៹ ִֶָ ᨳ ⊹ 𖧵 ⩩ ៹ 𖤣 ꕀ 𝅦 ꔪ 𖡎 𖦆 𖤛 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ 𖣠 ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ⋯ 𑊩 𝆺𝅥 𓈒 ﹕ 𐫱 𓂅 ⋆ 𔖲 𓁹 𖤐 𐇲 𔕱 𔒱 𓐩 𓆝 ▬ ▭ ❛ ❜ ❟ ✿ 𖠲 ꒷ ꒥ ꉂ ❩ ๑ Ꮺ ◌ ˖ ࣪ 𖠵 ٬ ⌕ 𔗫 ᥐ ʾ ֛ ៵ ◗ 𓇬︎︎ ᨦ ദ ꜝ ꜞ ◖ ┼ ▀ ▄ ▚ 𔗨 𓍲 ˖ 𓊿 ‣ ପ 𖤐 ﹏ ャ 𖥧 ▹ 𖡼 𖥨 𖠌 ୧ ⌇ 𖤣 ᐢ ¸ _ ◂ ๋ ა এ ঌ ໒. ᘛ ᘚ . .⃗ . ⁽ ⁾ ౿ ヾ ᘡ ९ ₆⁶₆ ๑ ᥀ ᖗ ଓ ৴. ৩ ↯ ᤩ ८ १ ഽ ˘ ˇ ৩ ও °. ୭ ꜜ ೨ ⃞ ৡ ২ ᘘ ﹢ ᖘ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ₎ ণ ั ر ⃕み ١⠀ﻬ ७ ۫ ૬ ᝰ ⋆ ⌒ ✶ ঌ ᔉ ۵ ५ ✷ ༄ ˓ 𖥸 𓄻 𓏧 ⌁ ꗃ ꈍ. ᨒ 𖥻 爱 ᠈ ꐑ ꗃ ᨵ 𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶ ！ ʾʾ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ 𖥨 › ⤛ ⤜ ๋ ֢ ָ֪֢ ໑ 命 ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ 𖠿 ៹ ᥫ᭡ .̑ 𖠵 𝅄 ˓˓ ⌯ 𓍼 ⸼ ☓ ﹫ ー ꣹ ⋄ 𓍢 𐄂 ⍈ 𐇵 ⎙⩇⠀⠀⠀𓄹ִִִִִִ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ふ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˓⠀⠀˓⠀⠀ ✿⠀⠀⠀⠀՟ ⠀ ─ ⠀⠀·⠀·⠀·⠀⠀⠀⠀ᘝ⠀𝆞⠀⠀⠀⠀“⠀⠀. 坦⠀ᘜ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀▸ ⠀◃ ⠀ ♫₊˚.🎧 ✩｡♪ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀🪞🕊️🤍✨ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡︎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 🍶 ˏ 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𓂅 # みね ⊹ ׁ݂ ꒰꒰🍶 ˸ 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦⋅꒷ 𝅄ֹ ʬ۪ʬ𝃞⠀˒ 🛼 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𓂃﹗ ꖛ ꙳꯬ 🌷 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𓂅 ໋⋅ ⊹⠀୨♡୧ [ name ] ⃕ 🍮! 𖦹 🌱 ˓ ミ 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝅄˚ ♡̸ ⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 ﹗ 🥛: 𝐌𝘺 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ⵑⵑ ✿𝆬 ˖°🌊𓇼⋆🦪₊ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 𓂃⊹ ⚠️ none of these are mine!! ⚠️ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა ｡⋆°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ᯓᝰ.ᐟ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ ✧˖°.🐋☁️.°˖✧ ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ ⋆° 𐙚 ₊⋆𖦹 ⋆｡✩ ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ๋༘ ࣭ ⭑˙ྀ🎀𓂃 ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡ 𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈⭒🦢 ﾟ. 𖤐 ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა 𝄞 ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ 🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️ ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡ ౨ৎ ✮⋆˙ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ ୨୧ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ 🎀 ₊ ⊹ ~ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𓇼🐚☾☼🦪 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ 🐻ིྀ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ ୨ৎ ྀི 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ⊹.˚🪞🕯️♡ ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ๋࣭ ⭑ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ᝰ.ᐟ ೀ ≽^•⩊•^≼ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 ༝༚༝༚ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ 🧸ྀི 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა ⊹˚. ♡ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ⋆° 𐙚 ₊⋆𖦹 ⋆｡✩ ˙✧˖° 🫧 ⋆｡˚꩜ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ᥫ᭡ ֶָ֢ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˗ˏˋ 🍓 ˎˊ˗ 🍓🍰💌🧸 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ৎ୭ 𓇢𓆸 𓍯 𔓘 ⊹˚. ౨ৎ ‹𝟹⋆.˚ °🌷͙୭˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 જ⁀➴ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⊹˚. ౨ৎ ˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜ ༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ 🌷🧺*:･ 🏹🩰🦢 ‎•ﻌ• ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚ ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ୧⍤⃝💐 ⋆⑅˚₊ ★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆ ⋆˚🐾˖° ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᥫ᭡. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ✧˖°. ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𖧷𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᰔᩚ 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🍓୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 ཐིཋྀ ༘⋆ ₊˚ෆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ 𖦹ׂ 𓈒 🐇 ／ ⋆ ۪₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊ ♪ ✧ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ☕🧣🧺🧸 ミ・◦・ミ🎀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ⋅˚₊ ‧₊˚ ⋅౨ৎ ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ꨄ︎ 🪞🕊️🎧🎀🌷 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ ‎؛ ଓ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟♡ /ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗ (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )♡ ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ (｡- .•) ˙˚ଘo(∗ ❛ั ᵕ ❛ั )੭່˙ 🫧 ♡ᰔ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ ૮ ̷ ̷ ̷・ﻌ ̷ ̷・ ა (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡ ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　. .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　　　　　　　　* 　　　　　⠀　　　　⠀　　, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　 　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  　　　　　⠀✦⠀　 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　.　　　　.　　　⠀ 　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　 　　　˚　　　　　　　　ﾟ　　　　　. 　.⠀　　⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀, 　　　*　　⠀. 　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　⠀✦ 　˚　　　　　　　　　　　　　　* .⠀ 　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　    　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　. .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　　　　　　　　* 　　　　　⠀　　　　⠀　　, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　 　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  　　　　　⠀✦⠀　 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　.　　　　.　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　 　　　˚　　　　　　　　ﾟ　　　　　. 　.⠀　⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀, 　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　, ⟣┄─ ˑ ഒ ˳ ׁ 🪈 ִ ◌ ׁ ܀ 🎺 ִ ੭ ֢ ⟣┄─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🪻 ࣭ ✧ ׂ ִ 🫐 ֗﹢ ִ ּ ⟣┄─ ˑ ◌ ִ 🪺 ፧ ּ 🕊️ ִ ݊ ʚ ɞ ׁ ֢ ㇴ ۫ ⟣┄─ ૮ ּ 🥡 ִ ५ ׁ ﹫ ˑ 🥢 ⊹ ۫ ࣭ 𖧁 ׄ ✧ ⟣┄─ ⌯ ۫ 𐀔 ׂ ֢ 🪼 ִ ꕀ ˑ 🐋 ׅ 𑁯 ֗ ¡ ૮₍ name 𖠗 🍴✦ name ⏱ ᯤ 𔔁 ! ،، ✶ 🍚 ¿ ¡ ✷ name ⩇ ʿ 𖤛 ⋆ 🧻 𖥉 ♡ 🏯 ᪤ name 𔘓 ! # 94 🧭 ᯤ ა 𔔀 ꉂ 🥼 ¡ name ! ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𒀭࣪ ⋆ 🛁 ʿʿ ヤ ⏱ ✶ % name ᯤ 𖠗 ⩉:⩉ 🗑 ! ? : 交 🏐 🜲 𖠗 name ? 🗒 ☆ › ✸ 𓆩 ✉ # ⋆ ⩉ name𝂅 🌪 : ★ ☆ 𓆪 %  ☆ ࣪🗞  ¡ ૮₍name ₎ა : ꀯ  ♡  🔭  ‽ ⩇⩇  🧂 𖠗 🍴✦ ‧ꭑname‧ ⏱ ᯤ 𔔁  !  ،، ✶ 🍚  ¿ ¡  ✷ name  ⩇ ʿ 𖤛 ⋆  🧻 𖥉  ♡  🏯  ᪤  ּname  𔘓 !  #  94 🧭 ᯤ ა 𔔀  ꉂ  🥼 ¡  ‧name𝀛 !   ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎  𒀭࣪  ⋆ 🛁  :  交  🏐  🜲  𖠗 𝀛name   ?  🗒  ☆ ›  ✸   𓆩  ✉  # ⋆ ⩉  ּname᤻𝂅 🌪 :  ★  ☆  𓆪 𓄹 タ ⋆ 📡  name  ҂  𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝖼e̲s̲s̲ ꞌꞋꞌ ⏱ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ˖ ࣪⭑ ᤻  ꗃ  :  ⏲ ◖ 𓂃 name  ⿻  name‧ ،، ✶ 🗞  ⩉   ⩉ : ⩉  𖥻 🗑 ꉂ  ૮₍ ‧name᤻𝀛 ₎ა ✶  ๋࣭   # 97   ◜🗒◞ ¡  % ⊹  🥽  ᨘ໑  ▸ name᤻𝀛  🜲  𝗚𖦹𝗻ׂ𝗲 𔔁 🏯 ! ׄ .𓄼  ❛ 𒀭 :  🛒 𓂃 ¡ name ‽ ٠ 🧾  ›  ✸  %  ¡   さ   🔭   ꉂ  ‧name   ✶  ⏱   𖠗   𐂯   ? b «    ᯥ   %    🛒  name  ⩉:⩉   𖣯   ᘏ   女   ! 🍽   ␥   ★    ⩇  name  🜲   𝘁𝗂𝗻𝗒   ★   ฅ   ‽ 🜸   ★    𖠗   :   Name  ᯤ  𝗺𝚢 b̸ɔ︩︪𝘆  🥛 𖤛  ა ༘ ˚ ⋆ 🍶+ ˚ ₊ name ྀིྀི ♁ ₊ 🪽｡˚ ₊ + . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ none of these are mine btw

PLEASE ADD A REPORT BUTTON TO THIS WEBSITE. (❁´◡`❁)

instead of looking at shitty porn on a emoji website GO STREAM BFDI!!!1!1!1!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Ok, why are there ppl beefing on here, if you guys dont like the smuts, (which i literally fucking love) then ignore it, im with the ppl posting the smuts and shit bcz they be so good- but back to my point, if you dont like it, ignore it, dont put a thumbs down, dont interact with it, ignore it, we are aware there are kids on here, but if THEY want to re- ad the smut, they can, if they are too young, its up to them! Putting it- it in my world, i started watching porn at 8, and still do, now 15, and- masturbated 9-now, but back to the kids, if they are like 8, 9, 10, etc. and they come on here and search it up to read it, thats their choice, now stop complaining and go back to copy and pasting little sparkle symbols to your tiktok and discord bios. (MORE FTM FEMBOY SMUTS PLEASE LOL-)

GrahHH I 💪🏻💪🏻 hate 😡 when ⏰ the alpha 🦧 pack 🐾 DESTROYS my 👈🧀 lunch 🍴 and all 💯 my 😊 predatorial animals 🐓 (I 👁️ EAT 🍴 spiders!!! BE 🐝 SCARED 😧 RAGHHH) so now 🤦 i 👥 have 🈶 to GO 👉 UP 🤎🧘🧘🏿‍♂️🖤 AND SPEND 🎈 3 ⭕ DOLLARS 💰 ON 🔛 POOPY 💩✨🧻🚽 PIZZA 🍕 WHEN 😩⏰ I 🙋 COULD 🤔 HAVE 👏👌 BEEN 👎🏻 EATING 🍴 🦁 🦁 🦁 🦁 🦁 🦁 🦁 🦁SPIDERS 🦁........................... SO IM 💯🦆 WRITING 🤮🤑🤑🤑 THIS TO YOU 👌 MY 💁🏻‍♀️ POOKIE AS A REMINDER 🎗 TO GANG ❓❓ UP 📦 ON 🔛 THEM 🚼 WHEN 🕗 THEY 💁 KILL 👎 MY 👨 SPIDERS

PHONE ON THE TABLE, NOW 💀

Hey, hey Bye bye bye, bye bye Bye bye I'm doing this tonight You're probably gonna start a fight I know this can't be right Hey baby come on I loved you endlessly When you weren't there for me So now it's time to leave and make it alone I know that I can't take no more It ain't no lie I want to see you out that door Baby bye bye bye Don't want to be a fool for you Just another player in your game for two You may hate me but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye Bye bye Don't really want to make it tough I just want to tell you that I've had enough It might sound crazy but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye You just hit me with the truth Now girl you're more than welcome to So give me one good reason Baby come on I've lived for you and me And now I really come to see That life would be much better once you're gone I know that I can't take no more It ain't no lie I want to see you out that door Baby bye bye bye Don't want to be a fool for you Just another player in your game for two You may hate me but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye Bye bye Don't really want to make it tough I just want to tell you that I've had enough Might sound crazy but it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye I'm giving up I know for sure I don't' want to be the reason for your love no more Bye bye I'm checking out, I'm signing off I don't want to be the loser, and I've had enough I don't want to be your fool in this game for two So I'm leaving you behind (Bye bye bye) I don't want to make it tough (Make it tough) But I've had enough And it ain't no lie Don't want to be a fool for you Just another player in your game for two I don't want to be your fool But it ain't no lie Baby bye bye bye Bye bye Don't really want to make it tough I just want to tell you that I've had enough It might sound crazy but it ain't no lie Bye bye 🫂👋🏼

yall lil kids need to stop w/ the damn incest yall dumb asses dont even know how disgusting that is fr shut the hell up and go do your homework or spend time with your family, in a normal way. as a 18 yr old man that had his mother try to seduce him, i can speak on this shit. yall mfs weird, lit get a life before yo parents beat yo ass for looking at lit smut on a emoji app ion even care if yall mfs think its cool or yall gonna say “womp womp” or “yapping” lit u aint got nothing but that acc get a life kids i b’ tellin’ people this all the time mfs quit with the incest before yall get yo ass beatᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!

Wtf... I've barely even been on this website and I've already seen 1nc3st, p0rn, r@pe, SA, romanticized kidnapping, and more. What the actual fuck, do you guys need help? For anyone who enjoys this stuff, make sure you enjoy hell too. <///3

THIS WEBSITE NEEDS A REPORT BUTTON! 🔥🔥🔥💯 /// REALLL ‼️‼️