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[gogumagirl]

[lazyjellyfish300]

Minors DNI-AFAB!Reader, cum eating, mirror sex, just brief filth pretty much

"Ven aqui..." he whispers, eyes boring into yours despite the low light, sensual shadows marking his dark form, making him look so ethereal admist the settling dust of deep night's passion.

You rise, slowly, the subtle ache from between your thighs that he spent so much of tonight.

When seated in his lap, he licks gently along your neck, slowly spreading your legs in front of the large mirror.

With heavy eyelids you take in the sight of your fucked out pussy, a thick, filthy stream of milky white dripping down.

He brushes his lips against your temple, making you whine as he so gently thrusts his leaking cum back inside.

"Look at yourself..." He whispers, fingers working your clit languidly as you inhale sharply, arching against his chest.

"You taste so much better after I've cummed in you" he whispers, bringing his hands to your lips, groaning lowly as you have a taste.

"I think so too.."

A/n: idk even what this is but dropping my Miggy crumb so Miguel Nation knows I'm still alive

@1-900-venusluvs

[jaexiyu]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ sad girls club  ୨९ 𐔌  ᩙ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𒑟ৣৢ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 周新宇

[venuscaotico]

☽ ❀ 見つけられるよ (SuperNatural)

[c-heriis]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ᭮ 𓉭 bloodᅠ ✦⠀ pinkᅠ ㉇ ⃟࿔ ̥°̩̥ 　ꨄ 　

[yuyinesque]

WOMANEATER | “𝗒-𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒…”

⚘ précis. ≡ you're a therapist in a psyche ward, and your new patient isn't one you're particularly experienced with.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ yandere!incel & psyche ward!therapist y/n, afab!reader (no fem-aligned prns used), physical violence, compulsive masturbation, hypersexuality, misogyny & women-blaming, usage of “bitch”, mentions of post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd); obsessive behavior; delusion (secondary erotomania); age regressing; & urine, manipulation (guilt-tripping & gaslighting), mentions of suicide & self harm, implied rape fantasies & perversion.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 781.

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🧷 yandere!incel who is a scrub-wearing individual who wears stoic expressions like they’re permanent masks, though at times the said mask tends to falter vastly when he’s around any woman; even fem-presenting figures drives him an inch deeper towards insanity. he’s picked numerous fights with women and only women, even when they’ve done nothing but walked past him. the fights were always prompted by truculence and defense, as for he would disclose evident signs that he was terrified of said woman, completely convinced that they were after him in some sort of ill manner, so he strikes before they even get the chance to blink. because of this, he’s been isolated away from female figures, and only male characters were capable of catering to him, as he was indifferent towards them. well, every male but you, a female.

🧷 yandere!incel who is quite the handful for inexperienced, psyche ward!therapist darling, as for they haven’t dealt with a patient with such a high caliber of disorders; their worst case so far was a suicidal woman who was diagnosed with type one bipolar. one session with the individual was enough to question your overall abilities. i mean, he despised you. at least that’s what you believed.

🧷 yandere!incel who is tired of you cheating on him with other patients! this is why he’s so angry towards you specifically, but he won’t say. however, he’s also completely infatuated with you; have i also mentioned completely horrified with you? you’ve noticed each time you would change your tone slightly, he would convert into a fretful mouse, apologizing incessantly as tears glossed his dark, beady eyes, also slipping up by referring to you as “mother” in a small, infantile voice. you concluded it was because you reminded him of such, and she was primarily the reason why he feared and hated women so much. motherly abuse.

🧷 yandere!incel who would have his calmer days since he was genuinely interested in his spouse. he’s never had a woman so madly in love with him, so it not only fed his ego, but causes his dick to swell with cum each time you evinced signs that confirmed you were oso desperate for his attention. with the way you sit up when you walk in, reassure him that everything will be fine, or even going out of your way to smile in such a lecherous manner. it angered him, especially when he begins groping his hardened crotch in front of you and complaining about you and your whorish antics. you would ignore him in response or threaten to cut the meeting short, which prompts a loud, slur-screaming, victim-blaming outburst in response.

🧷 “you’re such a bitch, you hear me?! a bitch! and a bitch li-like you shouldn’t even be alive! luring me, t-teasing me—all women are just a bunch of fffffucking sluts!!”

🧷 yandere!incel who also showed signs of hypersexuality and exhibitionism. he was a chronic masturbator, pleasuring himself to the most horrific things with your face in mind. just the thought of keeping you in your place by forcing you to perform taboo acts on the receptionist desk as everyone watched rotted his mind.

🧷 yandere!incel who would try to convince you that he doesn’t hate you only to voice his hatred towards you the next week. then he’d not only do that, but then claim that he’s never done such with tears in his eyes, finding your scoldings utterly unnecessary and so mean. there was even a time where you lost your patience and raised your voice at him, immediately causing him to not only an apologetic rant, but to begin pissing himself in the chair he was trembling and sobbing on, the strong scent of ammonia filling the room during the process.

🧷 yandere!incel who needed your touch or he’ll perform said disgraceful acts. there was a day where he pleaded for just a hug from you if he was good the whole week. once you confirmed it, he did just that. no fights, no arguments, nothing. he even apologized for freezing up and screaming at the poor, feminine soul that walked near him. you knew it was against the rules to be this affectionate towards patients, but you couldn’t break a promise. and so, you did—hugged him. awkwardly, even. he was rather short, so his face was buried within your chest, and the boner pressed against your thigh only made you feel nauseous, but not as nauseous as his next, ominous set of words.

🧷 “y-you better hope these h-hands hold mercy on your.. body once i luh-latch them onto you…”

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[tcwautism]

❝ Sweet Doll ID pack 𖧷

pt: sweet doll id pack.

❝ Names ｡⁠ ♡

Dollie, Porcelain, Dahlia, Dolleyed, Porce, Lain, Dollerie, Dollaintye, Laintess, Sweetine, Sweeheart, Sweetie

❝ Pronouns ｡⁠ ♡

doll/dolls, bjd/bjds, fragile/fragiles, dolljoint/dolljoints, porcel/porcelains, d♡ll/d♡lls, sweet/sweets, sweet/hearts, sweetie/sweeties, sweet/sweetdolls 🩷/🩷s, 🍨/🍨s, ♡/♡s, sh♡/h♡r, h♡/h♡m, th♡y/th♡m

❝ Titles ｡⁠ ♡

[x]'s balljointed sweetness, [x] made of porcelain, the sweetness of [x]'s, the sweetest doll, [x] who is sweet, the sweetheart, the porcelain doll, the balljointed one

❝ Labels ｡⁠ ♡

dollfem/masc (link), dollwired (link), genderdollic (link), dollhoarder (link), dollabomination (link), dolldate (link), lolitadollthing (link), porcelainfrilled (link), eldridollaic (link, i dont support ek) doll lover lesbian (link)

[chilumitos]

𓈒 𖦹 ˚ 🥛꯭ ˓ ˚ ැ

[myxsah]

୨🎀୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆.˚✮

ਏਓ   ܢ     𝓫𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙  𓂂  ✧

 ↺   ࣪   ۪   ♡ᱹ   ʾʿ   ⬞   🐇‌  

[o97is]

ㅤㅤ𝖼𝖺𝗇ㅤㅤ𝗒𝗈𝗎ㅤㅤ𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋ㅤㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾ㅤㅤ𝖗͟𝖺͟𝗂͟𝗇.

[gogumagirl]

[lazyjellyfish300]

Birthday Sex

Synopsis: Miguel is working late on his birthday, leaving you needy and you can't resist getting started without him. Words: 859

CW: MINORS DNI, x Fem!reader, Miguel wears glasses(had the dadbod version of him in mind tbh). Masturbation ,Mention of breeding, fantasizing, just smutty in general lol

A/N: Happy Birthday to our Migs!!🎂 idk if I still got it tbh but this was in my drafts for a sec so I cleaned it up a bit and here ya go. Idk if it's good but I couldn't not do anything for his bday! 😭😭 @melpomenes-garden thought of you on this one ;)

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR FLUFFTOBER🎃 (don't worry, I'm cooking on my pending requests, I have 5 to write, I promise I see it💕)

Of all nights for Miguel to be working late, his birthday certainly was particularly inconvenient for you.

A burnt out candle that lingered in the air of toasted marshmallow pumpkin, gathering clouds outside your window that threatened to drizzle more raindrops onto the October city line of Nueva York. 

Leftovers that were boxed up hours ago in the fridge had lost their freshness. They didn't taste the same without your boyfriend eating with you. 

A chocolate cake and half drunk glass of Cabernet that was working its bitter rich magic and traveling swiftly to your neglected pussy. 

A finger stained with melted frosting, you allow the tip of your tongue to swirl around it, closing your eyes and imagining for just a moment that it's Miguel. 

Fffuck, Miguel...

No thoughts, only thoughts of Miguel. 

Miguel. 

Thoughts of his body...

You really should wait for him to get home so you can celebrate properly together but the desire is one step ahead of you, led hopelessly by the wine. 

His arms...his thick forearms with dark hair. Imagining the soft pads of your fingertips running all along them memorizing the pattern, feeling his veins, feeling his strength enveloping you, encased underneath his scorching skin. Him tugging you closer to him as he laid you on your back.  

This fine, strong man handling you and holding you down like you were his toy. 

Imagining his weight on top of you now, trying to picture that he was using his fingers instead of your own, aching to recall his delicious scent and that masculine musk, imagining the shape of the shadow of the outline of his naked body, those shoulder muscles rippling as he holds and cages you under him.

His plump, juicy lips and the way they felt as they trailed down your neck, feather light and dancing across the pattern of your skin, as though he was trying to burn their impression onto your body from his touch alone. 

Those thick fingers of his, calloused and rough yet handling you so delicately as they roamed your body in a loving search until they landed and magnetized to the treasure of your clit, his mouth falling open as he rubbed the aching bud in circles, endless mantra  softly pleading with you to cum for him until you were quivering. 

His hands pressing into your palms as he'd pin them into the mattress, squeezing them tenderly as he gave you every inch of his cock, over and over again, even lightly gripping your chin, his thumb slipping over your bottom lip as he made you watch his wet cock slide torturously in and out, bathed in thickening slick with each steady thrust. 

The way those delectable brown eyes of his utterly melted into yours, deep like the mocha you drank every morning, oozing with a lust only you could awaken.

Maybe even imagining he'd keep those narrow frame glasses of his on as he fucked you. Imagining them sliding down his nose as he looked up at you skillfully, slowly circulating your hips, keeping his cock nice and warm within you. This enormous man whimpering and trembling underneath you as you slid up and down and grinded your clit against the thick veins of his ample length.

Imagining his face dizzy red and delirious with passion as he gripped your ass cheeks, letting gravity do the work as he held you up then let you slap against the base of his cock with the sloppiest plap. The cream oozing out of you adding to the pooling juices of his love mixed with yours he was already planning on making you clean off of his fingers while he pounded you from the back later on. 

You feel your body quake under the overwhelming snap of pleasure that manifested in more wetness seeping out of you and onto the silken sheets. The apex of arousal rendered you numb as you imagine listening to Miguel softly panting above you, his happy trail smeared in glossy strings of cum. 

You hum peacefully, sleep already descending rapidly upon you, but a voice yanks you promptly out of it. 

"Started without me?" 

"Miguel!"

Your face heats deeply, but you bite your lip, concentrating on his voice, the way it seduces and settles you, the way it drips so beautifully. The baritone awakening the latent heat settling between your thighs. Not bothering to close your legs, gifting him his first present of many tonight with your shiny, glistening cunt. 

"No te preocupes, definitely not complaining about what I'm looking at right now..." He whispers before he captures your lips in a soft kiss that quickly escalates into something heated and sloppy. "Though so impatient..."

He pulls back momentarily to breathe, his sharp jaw completely slack that weakly curled into a smug look of satisfaction, eyes darkened as he gripped your thighs before flipping you on your stomach.

"Happy Birthday to me..." He mutters before his thick tongue teases then flattens against your soaked folds, burying into your ass as you softly whine. 

"Gonna give me at least two more before I make you a mommy tonight, right baby?"

[lvnmoir]

𑁍 ⁺ ﹒ 👖 LUCID DREAM. ✬

[licoofe]

This feels like summer

Boy you make me feel so alive

Just be my lover

Boy you'll lead me to paradise. ⛅

[c-heriis]

͙ ꒰͡ ͜ Ï ͜ ͡꒱   ◌ ⃝ꪫ  both your hands in the holes of my sweater . . .  @n-americano

[yuyinesque]

VARIOUS | 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉!𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 𝗏𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝘱𝘵. 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

⚘ précis. ≡ you simply wondered if your boyfriend tsukishima, tanaka, kozume, or hinata knows what bra wires are used for.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ afab!reader, no fem-aligned sobriquets or race implications (accidentally used the black hand in tanaka’s, ignore it lol).

⚘ category. ≡ sfw text convos.

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TSUKISHIMA KEI.

RYUNOSUKE TANAKA.

HINATA SHOYO.

KOZUME KENMA.

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