So Fucking Much - Blog Posts

Here is the second and last of 2 videos from a year ago that I posted on tiktok and now I'm transferring to tumblr.

At the time, I wanted to do a little bit of Vallety's parents' Lore, but at the time I was too lazy to draw and/or animate even a little, so I did everything in gacha life/club, and this video was no different.

I had come across an audio of the "The Last Unicorn" movie/series(I don't remember) and soon noticed that the audio was about 92% compatible with their Lore so I put 1+1 together

It's kind of bad and the quality may have gotten worse because, TikTok, right, but I still think it's a cool concept :)

The moment Ilara says "I am human" is not, like, her renouncing her origins and accepting that she is now human, or at least partially human.

It's a moment of outburst, of exhaustion, one of those moments where you say things you don't really agree with or think about, a vulnerable moment, caused by the extreme body dysmorphia she felt, which Hansuke helped her overcome, because she is a siren, no matter what her body is, no matter what anyone says, no matter what anyone does/did to her.

And that will never change.

i love them so much, all of them

every little bit and piece of them

it's all so perfect

i want them to be in my life forever and ever

they mean everything to me

they are the best thing in my life

they are so special and amazing

i am going to grow old with them

i love them to death chat

how can someone be so absolutely wonderful?

Choso who gets so needy when you sit on his lap, it’s almost embarrassing. Almost. His head tips back against the couch, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glassy. He lets out the faintest whimper—barely audible, more breath than sound—but it makes your stomach flip. His hips jerk up into you like instinct, desperate for more warmth, more pressure, more of you.

You thread your fingers in his hair and tug—not too hard, just enough to make him moan, loud and needy, eyes fluttering as his breath catches in his throat. He’s already trembling, already leaking through his boxers, already drooling a little from the corner of his mouth. Completely wrecked, and you fucking love it.

“Fuck—please, slow down,” he mutters, voice raw and strained, like he’s trying not to whine. “I’m not—I can’t... I’m gonna cum like this, I’m sorry, I—”

You pull back just enough to see his face, but he refuses to meet your eyes. His jaw clenches, lashes fluttering, lips parted like he’s still trying to speak, but his body is betraying him.

Your fingers trace the line of his jaw, making him meet your eyes. There's a softness to your touch, but your voice is still low and teasing. "Let go for me, Cho. You look so pretty all worked up like this," you murmur, lips brushing against his ear.

That’s all it takes. He breaks. His body jerks forward, a gasp escaping him, and then he’s rutting up into you, his face flushed and damp with sweat, but his hands don’t leave your body.

You kiss him and he melts—messy and eager, all tongue and teeth, hands gripping your waist like he’s scared you’ll vanish. Every time you roll your hips down a little harder, it knocks another needy sound from his throat. His cock strains against the damp fabric, twitching every time your clothed cunt drags right over the tip—just enough friction to make him gasp, not enough to let him have it.

When you pause to catch your breath, he whines—high and choked, like it slipped out before he could stop it. His hips stutter up into yours, searching for more, grinding like he doesn’t even mean to do it. “I’m sorry, I just—fuck, you feel so good.”

You whisper his name, all syrupy and sweet, and that’s it.

He cums with a shaky moan, biting down on your shoulder to muffle the sound—but it’s no use. He’s already twitching beneath you, ribbons of cum spilling into his boxers. He keeps grinding up into you, chasing the high like it’s the only thing that’s real anymore.

And fuck, he looks so pretty like this. Messy. Trembling. Desperate. Completely wrecked and still begging for more.

Your good boy. Always so full for you.