#// i needed to get this out of my system before going to bed

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 1 - The Beach Bod

Like any dude, I wanted the perfect body to show off at the beach, and logically, I should have been hitting the gym and fixing my diet. But nope. I have a high metabolism, so I am skinny and a little tall. Call me skinny fat. You would call me lazy, and maybe you would be right, but I have a reason.

Over the spring, I have had a nagging feeling that the diet & exercise were not what I needed yet, and what I needed would be at the beach during the first weekend of summer. And so for months I carried on being a lanky skinny fat dude.

The first Friday of Summer comes by, and I get this longing in my chest that tells me to go to the beach. And I do, but rather than bask in the sand, sun, & water; I start walking towards this house right on the coast.

It was nothing special, a typical beachfront home fighting the ravages of sea water decay to some middling success. But, why am I here? The longing in my chest was getting stronger like a lead ball just sitting there, the pressure building up only letting up as I come near this destination. So I knock.

And there he was, this perfectly handsome dude. He had everything I wanted in a body. Did I wait all these months to just find an beach Adonis to admire, to desire, & to be jealous of?

He immediately starts this big smile once he sees me & invites me in. For some reason I do. We are both strangers, what is he going to do to me? I can't turn around & leave for some reason.

He leads me to a hallway, and then turns around & stops. With the big smile he & hand on his hips, he quickly scans me up & down.

I just noticed that he was shirtless, his chiseled body like a Greek statue come to life. However, unlike said statues, he had beach shorts on. He was ready to share his perfection to the world.

But he just stands there, his smile turning into something from joy to quiet satisfaction as if he was waiting for me for something.

I soon snap out of the mind numbing allure of his physical stature & tried to speak words, but before I can utter a single word, he immediately lock his gaze to mine, and the trance begins again.

We walk into what I assume is an bedroom, but I don't notice the details as our gazes were fixed. To keep up the spell, he walked backwards. He was standing next to a bed I think..., but never sat or layed upon it. I remove my clothes for some reason, as if on instinct. Was this some supernatural booty call? An alien abduction & him an illusion? Too late now.

I close the door behind me without turning my head & breaking our gaze, and then slowly walk towards him, and he walked towards me: though his smile & face now had a devious look to it. He was clearly enjoying the prospect of what was about to happen.

We stop a for a moment, our bodies a few inches from making contact.

"At last, we found each other. At last we shall be whole." I was stationary, but he quickly made a move on me. With his right hand he pulled my hips to his. Somehow I phased through his swimwear, and our members were touching. I let out a low moan of pleasure. His was so warm & he was packing a big one. I felt something weird, our family rods would not separate, instead they joined as one girthy & longer one, but our family jewels didn't per se. Our sacks became one; the veins & nerves re-configuring to create one sack with to sets of gonads.

I was slightly taller than him, and I think his desire to preserve my height influenced his next action. Right after our testicular fusion, he moved to embrace me in a big hug, and he was pressing down at such an angle that it was clear that he was trying to flow into me.

We began to moan in pleasure. Our skin mixed & merged. While our mass as a whole was contorting, pulsating, and doing all kind of movements that could be described as amebic, he was doing the most movement as if he was fighting against something and yet not. I knew from the merged nervous system via our man rods that he was feeling the greatest of pleasures, but he didn't just want us to end as a sack of writhing flesh & pleasure so he was focusing on the process, each new physical push into my being releasing new pleasures and threatened to consume his mind. He didn't give in, he just grunted in protest.

Eventually our legs joined as well, and soon our necks. As if to declare victory, he kissed me on the lips, and soon our faces began to merge.

Because of the way we did our merger, my skeletal frame & mind was the basis of this new body. We were merging yes, but it was more like I was absorbing him. I was absorbing the Beach Adonis!

But as our soft tissue connected in the face, there was a new change in the process. The BA, or Beach Adonis for short, began to break down physically. All his perfection, now a big bag of brain matter, blood, and everything else. To see us now, we would look like an upright mass of skin with a buttocks and basic back structure, mine in particular, visible. I was a dark skinned male and his white, so you could see where our skins met and merged.

For a second our combined mass stopped writing and moving. The real merger began. Our dna matched up and merged, creating a quad helix dna structure. And as dna does, it fired off, deciding in an instant what traits would be dominate, work together as co-dominance, and what would be recessive. These genetic instructions for the new me, the new us was passing through our joined globular structure, and we moved again.

His brain matter moved into mine. His memory, skills, personality traits all mixed into mine. His name was John, academically gifted enough to get into university; he studied sports medicine & kinesiology, and found time to work out and be on the swimming team. No fraternity association, but he was rich, well we are rich. He was aware of his destiny to join with another, and so not to arouse suspicion, kept out of frats if our merger didn't also merge our histories. Maybe, we, no I will fix that in grad school.

And while this was going on, his skeletal mass moved into mine like a mass of white grayish wet gruel, fixing my posture, and increasing my bone density. My skull got a little bigger as well given the doubling of brain matter, but my brain just had increased density, and some new neuron links.

The shorts? They somehow survived all this. They simply stretched like Hulk shorts.

With my enhanced mind, dna, and skeletal structure, my musculature was next. Our organs quickly dissolved and reformed into the better ones, and as that happened, the muscles that would help me move my body began to form. My muscles tore holes into themselves to accept the organ mass and then fixed themselves by taking in his muscle cells as well. You would think this would be painful, but it wasn't. Instead of pain was it pure bliss and pleasure, as the mass took shape internally we were moaning. Two voices at first, but eventually we would setting into a mix of one clear voice.

The pleasure was so much that I wanted more, I wanted assimilate more of John. But there was no more, save his skin, his dna, and his mental aspects that would show up in the new me while the rest would be shuttered into our, no my, subconsciousness. When did I become so greedy, so hungry?

The skin, which was now saggy and empty save for the now one body instead instead of two inside of it, began to shrink. After a few seconds it was skin tight, but there was something new. John's body wasn't just a mass of flesh for me to feed off of, he was a template in of itself. As the skin tightened, my muscles reshaped themselves, taking notes from what he was physically & his dna; some of his physique shown through. I was no long skinny fat, instead I gained John's general abdominal muscle shape with an 8 pack. The pleasure was wonderful as the skin tightened on and around my stomach, and made the abdominals move into place as they became rock solid. You could hear the muscle creaking & pulling as they moved and settled in. At the same time my biceps grew along with my shoulder & chest muscles. While I had John's physique in general, it was cut by not being as big as his. My skinniness balancing out his massive figure. I gained some mass in the ass, but not so big to distract anyone, though the sudden ballooning of my but cheeks was a weird feeling, too sudden. Our skin tones merged like adding dark chocolate to milk or like adding milk to the cocoa powder since I was the base.

My face was a blank slate, but soon like the rest of my features, the skin would tighten and a mouth, nose, eyes, hair, and all the works would form. An when the mouth formed, I moaned in confidence. I didn't get much from John facially, my features just became more symmetrical, more proportional to the rest of my body. Perhaps a sign that I dominate this new being?

Our merged penile settled into place as it felt kind of floatish during our bloat phase.

And then in a final moment of pleasure or declaration, I came. As if the body was testing our virility, I could only imagine how strong the next generation would be from being born from a fused being. Would they too seek out others to merge with, or maybe they would be like John, the Beach Adonis, only complete.

With the process over, I fell to my knees, breathing heavily. I was just reborn. The new intake of air felt great. The feeling of my new muscles, my newfound strength, my confidence, the skills. It was all John's, but now mine, and since he was in here too, it shouldn't take long to adjust. With John's knowledge I check over a few things. I knew from his memories that this house was a rental, and I began to check his belongings. The John in me had to know, did our histories merge? I still identified as Gabriel, perhaps to do the merger being a one sided assimilation. I checked his records: ids, bank accounts, ect. & sure enough they were all in my name. A flood of his memories came to me, letting me know of the financial & professional relationships that he built so that I wouldn't be a fish out of water going into these places and meet these people if I ever did.

I also gained his knowledge on working out & dieting, and with his mental traits that let him keep up the routine now mine, I won't be going back.

"Ah, the shorts!" I wondered out loud. The new sensations distracted me from the fact that I was wearing his beach shorts & no longer naked. I go to the closet & pick out something new. The previous pair were on backwards and soaked with my seed.

After replacing my shorts & checking out my new figure in the mirror, I decide to hit the beach. I walk the area in confidence. I don't know why I was chosen for this and why I was the base line for it, even with John's mind inside mine, but I shall embrace this new me. But first, a hair cut.

[frrrozi]

he is a great dad

[liquidstar]

Oh fuck tomorrow I'm going to be a little birthday boy I keep almost forgetting

[phagodyke]

yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...

[cerealmonster15]

ive been thinking about this scene for days

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[chewablepebbles]

If this is a pimple forming on my hand I am going to tear my body apart until I find the tumor with my own wretched fingers

[carrotpiss]

🐰🧡🐻

[rcsebane]

i'll never get over the trope of two characters who are clearly into each other, but are not quite aware of it yet, until they fight each other / spar together. and it's all fun and games until one of them gets pushed down / their back faces a wall / both end up stumbling and falling - whatever possible scenario - their faces end up being just inches away from one another, at that point they no longer can deny the sudden "shit i'm in love" realization when their eyes finally meet

[gailynovelry]

First day in a while that I’ve gotten genuine writer’s block! The brain is not focusing. Might be that I’ve got only about six chapters of Ember Warrior left, and that does kind of mean that only the chapters I was nervous about and putting off are left. Maybe I will have better luck after sleeping on it though!

[usodeshou]

My dog is having the worst night of her life (or at least the worst since last year's New Year's Eve)

[orcelito]

Flossing my teeth and getting in the gums like Yes I'm going to get a good grade in dental care. Which is normal to want and possible to achieve.

[sttoru]

ahh i just cant stop thinking of sukuna's fav concubine getting injured from the other concubines but she hides it because shes scared of being weak (in sukuna's eyes) and/or a burden ☹️☹️

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. fluff, sprinkle of angst n comfort. size difference. reader gets called ‘brat, woman, little one’ — ig this is a bit early in their relationship

“i’ve arrived, my lord,” you announce your presence once you step into sukuna’s quarters. the dimly lit room removed all the stress you currently had in your system—the knowledge that you’re safe in his space causes your shoulders to drop.

sukuna turns his head to look at you while he’s laid back on his bed, topless. all four of his eyes roam over your body, which isn’t anything unusual for you. he always does that.

“tch. took ya long enough,” the king of curses scoffs before gesturing for you to come closer, making that familiar motion with his fingers, “when i order y’ to come, you’re supposed to drop everything and rush to be at my service, woman.”

you hurry over to his side of the bed with a nod. “my apologies,” you mutter. you can’t tell him why you’re late, because hell would break loose within these walls. and also because you’re scared of what his reaction would be.

before being called over, you were in the kitchen, peacefully trying to get a snack, when two other concubines entered the room. you tried ignoring them, but that didn’t seem to be the smartest move. it wasn’t long before they threw derogatory remarks at you.

of course, you stood up for yourself and yelled some back. that’s when one of them pushed you backwards, causing the skin near your hand to get slightly burned by the fire on the stove.

if it weren’t for the maids around that went to report the ruckus to uraume, god knows what more would have went down in that kitchen.

“oi,” sukuna grabs your jaw and lifts your head up. he can immediately notice the vacant look in your eyes, which is unusual for you. you snap out of your trance and set the nasty memories aside—ignoring the impulse to scratch the injury on your wrist.

“i’m sorry, my lord,” you say again before slowly undoing your obi. you figure that is why sukuna had called you over, to do your job as his concubine. you halt your movements when you realise that undressing meant that he’s going to see the wound on your skin.

you hesitate. that same instant of hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed by the king of curses. a large hand of his moves to stop both of your wrists from pulling off your robes.

“. . .i’m giving y’ three seconds of my time,” sukuna narrows his eyes after allowing you to speak up and tell him what’s on your mind. he hears you whimper in pain when he holds onto your wrist, your facial expression clearly uncomfortable. “spit it out,” he impatiently huffs. he wants to hear you say what’s wrong.

you desperately shake your head, biting your bottom lip. you don’t want to tell him—even though you know you’re obligated to.

denying an answer to sukuna was your next big mistake.

“fuckin’ brat,” the pink-haired man grunts. he yanks your arms up to his face, harshly pulling down the sleeves of your kimono. all four of his red eyes immediately fall onto the wound on your wrist. you obviously hadn’t treat it yet, even though you should have done so long ago.

there’s tension hanging in the air almost instantly after your little secret gets revealed. sukuna’s grip on your hands tightens which causes you to flinch. you close your eyes and expect the worst. you can already hear the insults he’ll throw at you—how he’ll call you useless, weak, stupid and all that.

“look up at me,” his voice rings out in a firm tone. you don’t want to anger him more than he already is, so you obey. you open your eyes and glance upwards, your worried gaze meeting his.

sukuna takes a deep breath to contain the bubbling rage inside of him; a rare sight indeed. he doesn’t want to unnecessarily lash out at you when it isn’t needed. however, he can’t deny that itching urge in his chest, to get mad at whoever caused your skin to get tainted like that.

sukuna stares at you with an intimidating glare. when you expect him to yell profanities at you, the unexpected happens.

“who did this to you?” he asks, voice strained like he’s trying to hold himself back.

you blink a few times. the king of curses sounds pissed off, and when he’s in that kind of mood, you know he’s not to be played with. you look the other way and try to think of a proper answer.

will you snitch and cause unnecessary bloodbath, or will you spare the lives of the concubines who hurt you and lie?

you’re scared of being seen as useless by sukuna if you tell him the truth. if you lie, he’ll probably call you weak and stupid as well. it’s a lose-lose situation, you conclude.

you swallow the spit that has gathered in your mouth before parting your lips.

“m-miko,” her name echoes in his ears. you decide to be honest, because you know that there’s no fooling the ryomen sukuna. a second of silence follows and when you look up at him, he stares back at you with furrowed brows.

“ah,” you then realise that he doesn’t know his concubines by name. he has way too many women at his disposal and doesn’t find them worthy enough to remember.

however you have heard from uraume and the others that he does know your name—only yours. it makes you feel special.

you try to describe the concubine you’ve tussled with, “s-short blonde hair, uhm, mole under her right eye.. brown colored eyes—“

sukuna thinks for a moment before clicking his tongue once he faintly remembers who that’s supposed to be. without a word, he stands up and wraps one muscular arm around your waist, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you under his armpit like some package.

“uraume!”

his voice is loud enough to make the walls shake and it carries a clear hint of pure rage. everyone in the estate should have heard him by now, which means that they know what is going down in a couple seconds.

sukuna sounding this angry only means one thing; someone is going to die today.

the servants hurriedly scurry around, deeply bowing as he walks past them in the hallway with you still tucked underneath his arms. you let yourself be carried while your heart beats uncontrollably fast in your chest.

you feel your hands shake a bit. seeing someone like sukuna be this mad for your sake—to the point that he’s ready to turn the entire area upside down—is somehow thrilling. though, you can’t help but feel sick because of your own thoughts.

someone is going to die and there you are, cheesing about the king of curses.

you see the white-haired chef appear from a corner, their steps hurried. they glance at you and then back at their master. it’s like they immediately connect the dots.

“treat her in my quarters. don’t let her leave until i come back,” sukuna commands without even looking at uraume. he’s staring ahead, with an ominous aura emitting from his body, one that somebody can sense from miles away.

he puts you down next to uraume before glancing your way one last time. he lets out a deep sigh as he sees the worried expression you’re making. he lowers his head to your level so you’d be face to face.

“and you,” his warm breath hits your cheeks and sends a shiver down your spine. you gulp as sukuna’s hand reaches up to firmly tug at your earlobe, “i’ll deal with your ass later, yeah? i’ll make you feel what it means to hide stuff from me, little one.”

that sentence makes you even more nervous. you know you won’t be able to avoid the punishment sukuna has in mind, so you simply nod. “understood,” you reply in a squeaky voice. you don’t have the guts to disobey him—he’s already out to kill someone and you don’t want to be the next victim.

sukuna straightens his back again and continues his journey towards the concubines’ quarters. every heavy step makes the floors and walls shake, a sign of his unstoppable rage that’s about to be unleashed.

you feel slightly puzzled. you didn’t expect this outcome when you revealed your injury to the ruthless man. you expected to be belittled and mocked for not being able to prevent a wound from being inflicted on your body.

instead, there he goes, off to get revenge in your stead. you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction after seeing sukuna be this protective over you. actions like these demonstrate more than his dull words can do, even if it may seem like he doesn’t care about what could happen to a human like you.

[nezuscribe]

the moments after you got married to gojo were so hectic that you can barely remember anything. a marriage of convenience was usual, especially with your ranks in society, but usually people acted as if they weren’t what they were.

you’re barely able to get a good look at your supposed husband before he quickly makes and exit, your brows furrowing in confusion and leaving everybody else to wonder in hushed whispers.

his parents run after him, sending you a look of apology, but you can’t even think.

it’s only a few minutes later where you’re ushered down a row of halls, expecting to be shown into a ballroom, but instead you found yourself in an empty vast room, starring at your two pieces of luggage as your heart beats rapidly.

you’re not able to say your goodbye to your family, but you doubt they’d even want to hear it, and despite your insistent questions, your maids are just as confused as you are.

“will he be coming here?” you ask as your maids tug the dress off of your body, hours of tedious labor to make you look presentable being scrubbed away.

you’re sitting in a tub of scalding water, your arms and legs still raw from just this morning.

“i don’t know my lady,” one of the maids says, looking at another girl through frenzied eyes, just as lost as you were.

“is there going to be another gathering? if not tonight, then later?” you look around, eyes darting around and heart hammering loudly in your chest.

“i…” the girl, alina, swallows, “i don’t know,” she says, but you can tell she’s trying to be gentle.

even though you felt as if you hadn’t been prepared enough for this hasty marriage, everything you were told was going to happen hasn’t happened. he’s supposed to bed you…whatever that means. you’re supposed to see your husband fully, but you only saw a flash of his face as he laid a stone like kiss to your cheek.

you gnaw on your lips, chest heaving up and down as your eyes wilt with worry.

“did i do something wrong?” you finally ask, sinking deeper into the tub as the bustling noise around you stops for a second.

one of the older ladies who had been washing your arms gives you a soft smile.

“it’s best not to think about the past,” though you can tell she’s trying to soothe you, it only makes it worse, “look on the bright side! you’re a gojo! do you know how many girls would kill to be in your spot?” she says with a chuckle that you can only muster up a shaky smile to.

you didn’t want to be a gojo if your husband didn’t even want you to be one, you thought. nervousness began filling your system.

were you lied to? did he not agree to this marriage?

you don’t say anything for the rest of the night, letting everybody else do what they needed to as you sit at the edge of your bed, watching the door, waiting for it to open.

you twirled your ring back and forth, eyes growing dry from not blinking.

your husband didn’t come that night. nor would he the night after that. later you found out he’s staying in a separate bedroom, on a another floor, in another wing of the estate.

[actual-corpse]

Being a sexy beast who tries their best to spoil his cats is an awful lot of work for such a small woman.

[hayatoseyepatch]

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Description: Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys. I have so many thoughts about these men and I just needed to get them out of my system. Characters: Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo. Word Count: 2.2k Tags: fem!reader, brat taming, praise, somnophilia, edging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, consent non consent, choking, degradation, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk.

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a/n: These are more like thirsts than headcannons but oh well. I might expand on some of these eventually and turn them into full fics if I can sit down and commit to it. It the mental illness, innit? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these little blurbs! Special shout out to @foxyfiction & @to-eden for helping me with the prompts for some of these, you both are amazing. <3

I also have a masterlist now, if you’re interested that could be found : HERE

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Brat Taming

Hiragi had enough of you today, your skirt pulled up high, a constant switch in your hips while on patrol today with the Tamon team. Constantly teasing him, whether it was pulling him into an alley for an impromptu make out session, bending over in front of him letting him catch a glimpse of your already wet panties, or rubbing against his perpetually hard cock as you “just needed to slip past him real quick”. He was patient, tension building throughout the day coming to a fever pitch when you had both made it back to your shared apartment. He was on you in moments, lifting the back of your skirt to lay a harsh lap to you ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he growls in your ear. “ I want you on that bed and I want you completely bare, do you understand?” He releases you hair, watching as you strip for him, climbing on the bed moments after you do.

Grabbing a hold of your cheeks with a rough hand he forces you to look up at him, eyes glazed over with arousal. Squishing your cheeks he props your mouth open, shoving a long digit past your lips. He grins as your mouth instinctively wraps around the digit, pumping the finger in and out of your lips, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue wrap around the digit. Sucking his teeth as you shoot him a wink as he stuffs a second digit in your mouth. “Such a fucking brat, you know that?” He forces your thighs apart, free hand punctuating his words with a harsh slap to your dripping cunt.

His fingers sliding down, his fist two digits using your saliva that coated them to rub fast smooth circles against the sensitive bud. “Don’t forget your still getting punished baby.” He tsks giving you a sharp toothed grin. “Look at your pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, poor baby.” He coos, leaning down to your ear, lips grazing the shell to whisper. “You’re going to have to come from just my fingers before you can have my cock baby, think you can do that for me, hmm?”

Praise (Receiving)

Kaji had lost his temper once more, today a fight had broken out. One of the members of the opposing gang had harshly grabbed your arm, tugging you against him spitting extremities about the things he plandded to do to you. The words coupled with the fear in your wide eyes had Kaji seeing red. Completely blacking out in a fit of rage, he hated his, he especially hated you seeing him like this. The few times he had lost his temper in front of you, he ran, unable to face you. But not this time, you wouldn’t let him run from you. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket you were quick to take him back to your apartment, silencing whatever apologies or exasperations with your lips against his.

Walking him backward toward your bedroom you wait for the back of his knees to hit the mattress. Pushing him to sit down as you climb on his lap. Mouths entangling in a heated embrace, clothes being pulled from each others bodies in a rush of passsion. Kaji trails kisses down your exposed body, lips wrapping arount a perked bud taking your nipple into his mouth. You rocked your hips against his, gronaing into the air. Your hands unfaten his pants, and with his help you pull his cock from his pants. You give him a smile, stroking his cheeks, eyes soft with fondness. “You're such a good boy Ren, always so good to me.”

You coo, the praise falling from your lips as you place one more kiss to his lips. Moving to grab him by the base, positioning him at your entrance, the desperate look in his eyes is all the confirmation you need to sink down on his length. You bite your lip, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the brim. You tangle one hand in his hair, pulling lightly on his blonde strands, while the other moves up to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. Pulling away only far enough to mumble into his lips. “Fuck, Ren.. Feel so good, you fill me up so good baby. I love you so much.”

Somnophillia

You wake feeling something warm between your legs. It isn’t long before your head is thrown back against the pillows you were once sleeping soundly against, voice crying out in pleasure as your boyfriend’s tongue draws slow patterns on your sensitive clit. You look down at him eyes lidded with sleep and now lust. “Haru.. what are you doing?” You mumble, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Between your thighs you can feel his cheeks heat up, a feirce blush on his features. He barely pulls from your cunt, mumbling against your center. “Couldn’t sleep, needed to taste you, ‘m want you so bad.”

He groans, hips rutting into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock. Any further arguments are silenced by a loud moan erupting from your lips, Sakura licks a fat stripe up your clit brfore reattaching his lips fully to your nub. He eats your cunt with such desperation, as if he needed to conume you to keep air in his lungs. His tongue is soon replaced by the rough pad of his thumb, head ducking lower to slide his tongue inside of your entrance, sliding against the silk walls of your pussy. He groans deep in his throat, the vibrations of the noise only enhancing the pleasure you’re feeling. ”Always taste so fucking good, need more..” He groans, pulling from your center, he slides up your body lips attacking yours with reckless hunger. He slid the material of his boxers down in one swift motion, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, collecting your wetness on the tip of his cock using it to ease himself inside your velvety walls.

He lets out a loud groan as he fully sheaths his cock inside you, head dipping to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is immediately laced with hunger, teeth clashing and tongues dancing in each others mouths. He pulls away, heavy breaths fanning against your lips as he sets a harsh steady pace from the start. “Fuck baby… can’t even sleep without you consuming my thoughts. Need you desperately… constantly.. feel like I’ll lose it if I’m not inside of you.”

Edging/Mommy Kink

You place a delicate kiss to his lips, trailing your kisses down his body until you were situated between his thighs. Looking up at him with hooded eyes from your current position. “You weren't lying baby boy. Look at how hard you are.” You grin, not letting him answer as you gave a few experimental tugs to his cock. Leaning up to lick a fat stripe from his base to his tip, collecting the pre come that had been steadily dripping since you had begun. Pulling away and leaning up once again, you grab his face in your hand, forcing his mouth open before letting your saliva mixed with his precum drip from your mouth to his. Placing a hand over his mouth, you lean down to his ear. “Swallow baby, I want you to taste us.”

You take his shock as an opportunity to lower yourself back down between his legs, swirling your tongue around his sensitive mushroom tip, taking as much as your throat would allow, hollowing your cheeks. Beginning to bob your head up and down on  his cock. Choji tugged at the cloth around his wrists, restraining himself as much as he could to not buck his hips. Failing miserably as his body writhed under yours He cried out as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, tears collecting by the corners of his eyes. Whimpers and cries falling from his lips as he found every ounce of restraint to not let his body betray him. The could in his stomach building once more for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. He didn’t want to fuck all of this up and receive punishment even further. “Mommy, please your mouth is so warm… be careful. I dont wanna come.. too soon.”

You grin around him, looking up at him through your lashes, nearly removing yourself from him before plunging back down, taking him until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few more times before pulling yourself off his cock with a 'pop'. You make your way up his body, getting impatient yourself, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Straddling his abdomen, right above where he needed you most,  pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Desperately trying not to show that you were just as affected by your actions. You grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harshly, effectively separating your lips as you speak against his lips. “Tell mommy what you want baby boy. Go on, use your words I want to hear you.”

Dacryphillia

Each one of your pleas fog his mind with uncontrollable lust. Wram brown irises drowning in it. “So desperate for me already, darling, we havent even begun the main event.” He teases, directly into your ear, as he finally lines the tip of his thick cock with your entrance. Suo had been teasing you for what seemed like hours. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated cunt. Having made you come undone on his fingers and tongue several times, your pussy having felt desperatly empty without his cock filling you. He grins as you whine, his head just barely probing your entrance. “Please, Haya.” You whimper desperate for him to do something, anything, tears blurring your vision as they collected at your lashline.

“Please?” He tiles his head in mocking obliviousness. “Please what princess? Gotta tell me what to do or I cant help you, tell me what is it that you want?” He coos, free hand sliding up your stomach, thumb circling a pert nipple. Grinning he leans down tugging on your earlobe with this teeth, breaths fanning against your ear as he continues to speak. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cock? Feeling you flutter against me, whimpering out my name from those beautiful lips. Is that what youre asking for my pretty little bunny?”

He grins eyes lithe with mischief as you continue to babble, words coming out in a jumbled mess of pleas and calls of his name. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, desperation for him consuming your entire being. Suo’s hand coming up to caress your cheek. Thumb swiping at the tears that cascaded down your face. “Oh, sweet baby” He purrs, slipping the same thumb past your lips, letting you taste the salty wetness of your tears. “Crying for me already? We’ve barely even started.” He giggles, hips lurching forward, slamming into you to the hilt with one swift movement of his hips. Groaning as your back arches from the bed, eyes rolling back with a scream of his name being forced from your lips. “As much as I’d love to hear you beg for it, ive been waiting for too long for you my princess.~”

Cat and Mouse/CNC

Your breaths come out in heavy pants, your heart racing in your chest, your feet slamming against the grassy terrain as you run as fast as your legs can carry you. The shadow of the figure on your tail looming behind you. You pushed further, weaving in and out of trees to shake your assailant. The dark wooded area was easy to get lost in. You had only paused your running for a moment, attempting to take in your soundings, looking for a route to escape. Attempting to catch your breath, you were sure you had lost him. Just as you were about to turn on your heel and take off once more your eyes shoot wide, feeling fingers of a large hand wrap themselves around your throat. Your attacker using their grip as leverage  to shove you roughly against a tree, the larger figure looms over yours. Tattooed fingers squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult. Lips grazing your ear as he leans down to your height. “Gotcha~”

Endo’s piercing blue eyes lock with yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Tongue invading your mouth, free hand coming up to cup your dripping cunt. Fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He smirks against your lips as you moan into his mouth. Pulling from you, he quickly removes your soiled panties, running his finger between your soaked slit. Bringing his finger to his lips taking in the way you taste, moaning around his fingers.

“Fuck doll, you taste so fucking good. Already so fucking wet for me.” He uses his thumb to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva between your parted lips. “Go on babydoll, taste yourself.” He chuckles as you instinctively swallow, turning you in his embrace so your bent over. Flipping up your skirt, he leans back to take all of you in, eyes hungrily wracking over your exposed sex. Parting your folds with a thumb, watching as your entrance contracts around nothing a large grin splits across his face as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. “Gotta remind you who this belongs too huh? This cunt is mine princess.”

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I already have a part two in mind for this, so keep an eye out. Until then, see you later!