#ohhh my GOD GET OUT OF MY HEAD WITH THIS LAYING MY HEAD ON HIS SOFT DEWLAP/TUMMY AND JUST TAKIN A SNOOZE

[spaciebabie]

Describe in which way you'd want to be smothered by springtrap next time tehee🤭. i love to draw furry doodles as a break from big works

ALSO HERES OLD PIC OF MY KITTY. IN A BIGASS BASKET, i found this pic and thought of your catsona, im putting you in a giant basket

woah....aND HEEY WHAT?? MAKING ME DESCRIBE MY OWN TORTURE CHAMBER?? ARE YOU MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[luvlyycy]

face-sitting , kinda fluffy at the end, idk loser tomura (college au)

"god, you suck at this."

"it's my first fucking time, i told you that." he groans as he attempts to eat you out, your hands in his long hair— "tomu, you keep missing my clit." you can tell he's getting frustrated.

"get off." you mumble, pushing his face away from your pussy— you watch as he leans back, and if you could pinpoint his feelings you'd think he's about to cry.

"lay on your back, I'll just hump your face." you mumble out, watching his face change from disappointment to excitement as he lays on his back, one of his hands flipping his hair up to get comfortable.

you climb on top of him, finger lightly tracing the skeleton on his oversized hoodie as you do before your legs are on either side of his head.

he's blessed, he thinks— your sticky pussy is gonna be rubbing all over his face, using him as your toy. he's so close to cumming.

you sink your hips until you feel his lips against your pussy, your manicured fingers dipping into his hair, "stick your tongue out all the way." you demand, and he listens— his tongue lolls out of his mouth, the warm muscle already grinding against your clit.

"good boy." you hum, grinding your pussy against his tongue— his tongue occasionally dipping into your hole as your clit bumps his nose.

he's moaning into your pussy, white-knuckling the sheets as you fuck his face.

finally, he's finally fucking good for something.

you speed up your hips, as you begin to moan— some of your juices falling down his cheeks n chin as he attempts to drink all of you up— you taste fucking amazing, he thinks.

"ohhh fuck, tomu. feels s'good baby, g'nna cum all over your face."

he growls into your cunt, arms wrapping around your thighs— "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chants into your pussy— maybe it's because your close to cumming, or you're extremely horny but, the way he's slobbering on your pussy and panting into you is really doing it for you, "cum on my fucking face— cum, cum, fuck please, please. wan' you t'cum really, really bad. please." he begs.

"oh fuck, oh fuck— holy shiiiii-iit!—" you gasp, attempting to pull your hips off of his face only for him to hold you there. he wants to look up at your but your stupid skirt is in the fucking way.

once you come down from your high, he finally lets you go and you sit on his chest.

tomura's eyes squint, his face is flushed a bright pink instead of his usual pale skin and maybe just maybe, you could say you like this guy.

"can you be my girlfriend?"

"no."

"please?"

"okay, fine."

now you have to drag this pathetic loser everywhere on campus, your friends will have a field day with that. you place your hand over his cock only to jump slightly at the wet damp spot on his pants— "did you fucking cum on yourself?" you laugh out, as you wipe your hand on his chest.

"fuck you, it's your fucking fault. get off of me." he groans in embarrassment and pushes you off. you pout as you lay beside him, eyes scanning the room for your panties.

tomura gets on top of you,

"you aren't fucking me."

"i'm not trying to." he huffs as he wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your chest in a silent attempt to thank you.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

Marcus talks you through it… when he’s feeling nice otherwise the man is just a mumbling moaning mess who will not hesitate to take you however he wants

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Marcus Acacius x F!reader | WC : 603 | Proof read : NO | Navigation | Notifications | asks : OPEN |

Summary: PWP

Warnings: SMUT, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise and degradation

A/n: working on writing shorter stuff so enjoy hope this is good and YES he is the type to tease especially is you say your close ohhh

His rugged breathing filled the room as he pounded into you from behind. The only sounds were your muffled moans and the raw slap of skin on skin. Marcus thrust into you with a relentless, harsh rhythm, his grip bruising your hips as one hand pressed your head firmly into the mattress below you. Each thrust sent him deeper inside you, transforming you into a rag doll for him to fuck as he pleased.

"God, you feel so good," he muttered through clenched teeth. His rough hands tightened in your hair, yanking your head back, arching your spine until your back pressed against his chest. He continued to pound into you, his grunts vibrating in your ear. The sensation of his teeth biting down on the soft flesh of your neck sent a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure through you, causing you to cry out, "Marcus!"

"Yeah, scream my name," he growled, his voice dark and demanding. "Let everyone know who's fucking you like this."

You were getting close, and he knew it. "Move, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my dick, show me how you like it," he commanded, his voice raw with desire. Both of you were panting, your cunt clenching around him as you sank down fully onto his cock. His warm, rough hands rested possessively on your waist, guiding you.

"Y-Yes... Yes sir, please... I promise I'll be good for you... So good," you whimpered, throwing your head back in ecstasy. You desperately tried to squeeze your legs shut as your orgasm tore through you, your hips canting forward to press your clit even closer to the toy despite your sensitivity. The overwhelming sensation made your body spasm, your thighs quivering with need.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Marcus groaned, his grip tightening on your waist. "Keep going, baby. Show me how much you want it."

Your breath hitched, your mind hazy with pleasure. "Marcus... I'm so close," you gasped, your voice trembling.

"Come on, then," he urged, his voice a rough whisper. "Come for me. Show me how much you need this."

"F-Fu-Oh my g-" you cried out, barely coherent as your orgasm ripped through you. Your body convulsed, your cunt tightening around his cock like a vice.

"That's it," Marcus growled. "Gonna come in this cunt, fill you up." His cock swelled inside you, tensing as his seed spilled out, filling you completely. He came with a guttural "oh fuck," driving into you with one final, brutal stroke.

For a moment, you lay still, the only sound your ragged breathing harmonizing with his. Marcus's massive hand trailed delicately along your arm, his touch suddenly gentle, almost reverent. You shivered under his caress, feeling the contrast between his earlier brutality and this tender aftermath.

"You're perfect," he murmured against your ear, his breath warm and heavy. "So fucking perfect." His lips trailed soft kisses along your shoulder, a stark contrast to the rough way he had just taken you.

You sighed, your body melting into his touch. "Marcus," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

He turned you around gently, pulling you into his arms. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked into your eyes.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, it was perfect," you reassured him, nuzzling into his chest.

"Good," he said, his voice softening. "I want you to feel good. Always."

With that, he held you close, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your back as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

[bloodibambiidoll]

oh god anything rafe x weird!girl makes me go FERAL 👹 as someone who is also autistic, i find sm comfort in this trope 🥺 what would rafe do if he saw our weird girl humping on a pillow whining like a little puppy ??? i think i might be into pet play sorry if this is weird and not your cup of tea to write :((

Yes yes yes yes. This is sooo them I’m obsessed. Pet play, pillow humping, choking, spit kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex. 18+MDNI!!

You’re desperately whining as you grind your hips against the silk case covering the pillow below you. The fluffy fabric is squeezed tightly between your sock covered thighs asyour bare cunt desperately searches for friction. Your cheek is pressed against the sheets as drool drips from your chin with each whimper that leaves your mouth.

Rafe has been gone for two days, he had to go on a business trip and even though he fucked you three times in a row right before he left halfway through the second day you’re desperate and needy for him. And he wasn’t going to be home for hours. You were laying in bed mindlessly scrolling on your phone with a movie in the background when you started to really miss your boyfriend.

You opened your camera roll to the album that was just all him and you couldn’t help that you felt your panties dampen as you scrolled past a video of his thick, hard, cock grasped in his large hand. It sent you down a rabbit hole. You started looking at all the dirty pictures and videos you had of the two of you and before long you were a wet, needy, mess. So much so that even moving from the bed to get one of your toys seemed like too much. So instead you threw your panties off and pulled Rafe’s big shirt over your head so you could roll your hips against his pillow.

You wanted to cum so bad but no matter how fast, or how much pressure, or what angle you tried you couldn’t seem to get yourself there. You just wanted Rafe. All you could think about is how good he feels when he slides his cock deep into your slick, messy walls and how fucking good it feels when his thick length starts to roughly pump in and out of you.

You ended up restoring to propping up your phone so you could watch a video of Rafe absolutely destroying you from the back and it helped a little. You felt yourself getting closer. The sounds of his moans and praises coming from the speakers egged you on.

“Ohhh, princess. You’re such a messy need girl, look at you.” You were so lost in your chase for release that it took you a second to process that Rafe was actually in the room with you.

Only when you heard his footsteps approaching you did your eyes travel upwards to look at him. He stops at the side of the bed and his large hand reaches up to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running across the drool on your chin. Your grinding on the pillow doesn’t let up as you nuzzle your face against his palm and take his thumb into your mouth, humming around it.

“Just my needy little pet, huh? Couldn’t wait for daddy.” Rafe tuts as his eyes drink in the sight before him. Your phone propped up with the video of the two of you playing. The way your ass giggles with each thrust of your hips, those little white thigh highs that hug the meat of your thighs deliciously and that glazed over fucked out look you’re giving him makes him feel like he could cum just looking at you.

“Can’t cum.” You pull your head back slightly so his finger falls from your mouth, a string of spit still connecting the digit and your lips. “Need you.”

“Yeah? You need me baby? Need me so bad you resorted to humping my pillow like a pathetic little puppy?” Rafe mock pouts at you as he roughly grips onto your hips so he can flip you onto your back.

You watch as he throws his shirt over his head and makes quick work of his button and zipper, pushing his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. He grabs onto your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed before spreading your legs open wide for him.

“Look at this messy fuckin’ cunt. All desperate and needy for me.” He runs his fingers through your slippery folds before bringing them to his cock, using your juices as lube.

“Please daddy, please.” You whine and wiggle your hips as your pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled. Rafe lines himself up with your entrance and slams balls deep into you in one thrust. He starts fucking into you at a brutal pace that has your feeling like you’re going to cum already. “Oh fuuuckk, yes, yes, yes.”

“Yeah, that’s it, take this fuckin’ dick like a good little pet.” Rafe’s hand grips onto your throat and that’s all it takes to have you tumbling into an earth shattering orgasm. Your pussy flutters around him as your nails claw into his back, your body tensing underneath him.

“Oh god, oh fuck, daddy yes, fuck.” He fucks you through it and doesn’t let up, bullying your walls with his cock until you cum for him again and again. All while the video of him fucking you drones on in the background.

“So fuckin’ sexy baby, creaming all over me. Gonna fuck you full of my cum. You want it?” His grip on your throat tightens as his continues to pound into you.

“Yeah, give it to me, fill me up.” You open your mouth and stick out your tongue and Rafe knows what you want. He leans down to spit onto your pink muscle and it sends you both over the edge. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy milks him for all he’s worth.

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[writtenbyan-aries]

∶ Summary: Chris confirms your relationship with a TikTok

∶ Warnings: swearing, mostly fluff

∶ Word Count: 1006

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“Whatcha makin’?” Nick asks as he leans forward, “Cookies!? Oh hell yes.”

You smile with a nod, “I wanted cookies, but you guys didn’t have any, so I’m making my own.” You look around, “Are you guys done streaming?”

He nods, “Yeah, well. I am, Matt and Chris were doing another round, but they said they’re getting off after that game.”

As soon as Nick finishes his words, you hear music growing louder and the shuffle of Chris’ feet growing closer.

“Oh god, I should have never said anything.” Nick laughs, “He’s gonna put on a show. Watch.”

“Doesn’t he always?” You turn around, watching as Chris dances up to you, Breathe by Lil Skies playing from his phone.

You can’t help but laugh. You watch as he walks over to set his phone down on the table and moves back, continuing to dance.

“You’re fucking nuts.” Nick laughs, “What the fuck.”

“He loves to dance, Nick. Let him be.” You playfully slap his shoulder and he rolls his eyes, “At least he has good taste in music.” He laughs, looking back at Chris dancing, as what you call it, crazy. The music takes over him and he just goes with the beats.

You lay your hand over your mouth, shaking your head as you watch Chris sing along to Skies, “plug just hit my phone he said the pack is on the way, said I would stop smoking then-“ he brings his hand up, pretending to hit a blunt, “I take one to the face.”

He lays his hands on his chest, “I’m a lonely stoner-“ he points to you, still dancing around as he keeps his eyes on the camera, “but for her I made a change.”

You were off camera, so you weren’t exactly sure what he was doing, other than recording himself to music like he does, a lot.

But you thought it was always so cute.

“When the rain stops pouring, everything comes out.” He turns, eyes on you, “Girl you’re way too gorgeous to be stuck in the house.” He points to himself, singing to you, “I would give you everything-“ he flicks Nick off, laughing as he sings, “Fuck what he talkin’ about.”

Nick scoffs, “Excuse me.” Nick leans forward into the frame and gives the camera a face, looking back at Chris before flicking him off.

Chris smiles, looking back at you as he holds up his hand, waving a finger, “You know you not-“ He brings another one up, forming a peace sign, -“my number two.”

He reaches out, pulling you towards him, “girl, know you my boo, girl.” He kisses your cheek and starts dancing around you as the song continues.

“Ohhh, I can’t sleep, your love helps me breathe..”

He moves forward, turning off the music and he gasps, “Are you making cookies?”

You laugh, turning as he walks up to take some of the batter, “Yeah, is it good?” He raises his brows and looks at you, “That’s fucking good.”

“Are you guys done?” Nick asks, leaning against the counter and Chris nods, “for a little, Matt wants to stream later, too.”

“What time?” Nick asks and chris scoffs, “Do I look like fuckin’ Father Time to you?” He breaks into laughter and you lay your hand on your forehead, “Oh my god, be nice to each other.”

“Yeah, be nice.. Chris..” Nick scoffs, “I’ll just go ask Matt.” He slaps Chris upset the head before running off, and Chris rubs his head as he turns to you.

He pulls you in for a kiss, “You want to come watch me play?” You nod, “Once I get these cookies in, I can.”

“Okay.” He takes more of the batter and you laughs swatting his hand away, “You’re going to get sick.”

He shrugs, playing a song on his phone as he dances away, “Worth it.” He smirks, giving you a wink before he disappears back into his room.

You shake your head returning to the cookies. After a little bit, your phone lights up with a notification and you lean over, gasping when you see that Chris posted a TikTok.

You had a feeling you knew exactly what it was, but you wanted to double check before screaming his name.

You use your pinky, tapping the notification and you were right.

Chris is dancing, Skies playing in the background, and soon enough, you’re pulled into frame. Your eyes move down to the captions and your jaw drops as you read it, Girlfriend reveal, ig.

“Christopher Sturniolo!” You stand up, and you can’t help but smirk as you hear him laughing from back the hall.

You talked about confirming the rumors, but neither of you set a date or time to do so, but I guess the cat is really out of the bag now.

You let out a sigh, laughing as you watch Chris dance around, smiling when you see the way he looks at you on the screen.

You were in love with him, just like he was in love with you.

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This song has been on repeat the last few days and i just knew I had to write something with it - so I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading. I love you so much. Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[laniluvsuu]

Pony.

Southern Ony&Southern Eren x Blackfemreader!

Warnings: smut!!! Threesome, Creampie, Oral (M. Receiving), Riding. Language, Slapping/Spanking. Choking/neck gripping. Maybe some misspelled words. I think that’s it srry if I missed anything😣!

You felt eyes on you, eyes to your right to be exact. They’ve been looking at you this whole time, you’ve made eye contact once or twice.

“You boys know it’s rude to stare?” You said turning your head and meeting the eyes once again. Two sets, one pair was dark brown the other was emerald.

“Our fault pretty. It’s sure as hell hard not to when you look so gorgeous.” The man directly next to you said, while the one in the back nodded his head in agreement as he fixed his hat and placed his drink back down on the counter.

“I’m Eren.” He said with a smirk on his face, placing his hand out for you to shake. Eren was fine. With his long shoulder length dark brown hair, his emerald green eyes that never left your face, and the many tattoos that covered his arms.

“Hi Eren, im Y/N.” You said placing your hand into his to shake it, he didn’t shake your hand just held it while looking you in your eyes. There was a deep chuckle before you could get another word out and it was from the other man. He was now moving to the other side of you.

“Let’s not be selfish Eren. Im Onyankopon, but you can call me Ony.” He said as he took a seat next to you with his back facing the counter and his legs spread out while he lifted his hand up to you with a soft smirk. Ony looked good almost too good, with his cornrows, and his mustache and goatee combo that complimented his face. His gold nose ring that decorated his right nostril, the tattoos all over his arms and hands.

“Well then Ony, Eren. What y’all got planned for the night?” You said after shaking Erens hand and now placing your hand into Onys, waiting for their answer.

“You tell us Mama.” Ony said moving his head to lay on his shoulder, looking at the side of your face while holding your hand in his.

“Mmm..I wanted to give the bull a ride before the night was over.” You said reaching your free hand over to Eren’s head to grab his hat and place it on your head. Eren smirked at your actions, and then gave Ony a knowing look when the bull was brought up.

“Oh? We’ll make sure you get a ride before the night ends pumpkin.”

And they sure as hell did, took them back to your apartment and now you’re bouncing up and down on Onys dick your back facing his chest while Eren was standing infront of you, his dick touching your throat, all you could see was his ink covered chest and pelvis.

“Oh yeah darlin, just like that all the way down.” Eren groaned out as he let his blunt sit in his mouth as he moved his hands to the back of your head pushing you all the way down, your nose meeting with his pelvis. You gripped onto Onys legs beneath you as you stopped your movements on his dick and focused on Eren as tears spilled out of your eyes.

“Don’t stop, you know better.” Ony said as he slapped your ass and moved his hands to your waist moving you up and down. His thumbs pushing into your dermal piercings making you squeal out around Erens dick.

“Ohhh my god. F—fuck!!” You yelled out as soon as Eren let you go, you rested you head on Erens thigh and kept your hand stroking his dick while Ony fucked up into you, and moved his hand up to mess with your clit. “Nope mama. Head up. Don’t fucking drop your hat.” Ony said reaching his hand up to grip on your neck and force you to look up at Eren. Since you wanted to play with hats so bad earlier Onys making you wear his hat until y’all are done.

“Ouuhh..I’m g—gonna cum again!” You cried out to them feeling your lower stomach get hotter and that knot tightening, Eren moved his hand down to grip your face, and force you to look him in the eyes, he also passed the blunt that was once in his mouth into Onys hand that was once around your neck.

“You gonna cum for us babygirl?” He said as he tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes while he looked down at you, he grabbed his dick and tapped his tip on your lips twice. “You look so fucking gorgeous bouncing on his dick with my dick in your face. You’re such a fucking slut.” Eren groaned out at the sight below him.

“S-she’s so fucking tight. O-oh fuck!” Ony said as he looked down at where you two were connected, your pussy was practically drooling all over his dick, squeezing him so hard it felt like you were tryna milk him dry. The white ring around his dick from your pussy made him feel dizzy.

“O-ohh..she’s fucking creaming on my shit. Holy fuck. I’m gonna cum.” Ony said as he threw his head back, moving your hips harder and faster chasing his climax once he felt the coil in his stomach get tighter and hotter.

“You heard him babydoll, he’s gonna cum where you want it?” Eren said as he stroked his dick still looking at your face, smiling once he heard you moan out. “I-insidee…! Daddy please! Mmph!” Eren quickly put his dick back in your mouth before groaning at the feeling, squeezing his eyes shut once you moaned around his dick.

“You heard babygirl Ony, fill her pussy up while I work on her mouth.”

[vivid-dreamscapes]

Letting the Mha boys pick clothes at Target for you (got inspiration shopping with my mom at Target, sooo).

Deku

“Mkay baby.” You said as you and your boyfriend walked into Target. The large store was surprisingly calm for a Friday night—not busy but not empty.

The two of you continued to walk down the aisles, pulling him away as he awkwardly waved to little kids fanning over him, recognizing him from the TV.

“You’re allowed to pick three of any clothing item here and I have to buy and wear it.” You told him, laying out the idea of this little challenge. His green eyes snapped to your face, widening with excitement before scurrying off, leaving you to wait by the birthday cards. Oh gods.

Shortly after, he returned with one All Might hoodie, a fuzzy pair of baggy All Might pajama pants, and All Might socks. The cutest thing—he got two of each. One for you, one for him.

He of course, paid for his own.

Todoroki

“Hey Shoto, I have an idea.”

You said with a smile, looking over at your boyfriend as he sipped on his drink, looking at his phone. At the sound of his name, he looked up with a simple; “Hm?”

“Pick any three clothing items and I’ll buy and wear them, no take backsies.”

At first he just stared at you, as if wondering if he really had to do this. After a moment though, he shrugged and walked down the aisles.

You just sat on a bench next to a life size plastic dog—the dog mascot for target actually. You gave the fake dog a look before tilting the straw if you’re boba to it, as if offering it a sip. “Want some?”

About then, your boyfriend came back, not even questioning the fact you’re were talking to a dog mannequin with a target drawn on its eye.

“I didn’t really know what to pick, so here.” He said simply, handing you the items casually. The first item was a simple grey hoodie with a very soft and fluffy white inside. The second was a pair of sunglasses in you’re favorite color, and the third was jean jacket with jean square patches in light colors decorating it.

Bakugou

“Thanks for coming.” You said sinking as the two of you waked into Target. Your blonde boyfriend just grumbled, his hands shoved angrily into his pockets. Bakugou hated shopping, so the fact he came with was surprise. You did have an idea to make it up to him though.

“Tell you what. While I’m getting my stuff, you can pick out any three clothing items. I’ll buy and wear them no matter what.” You said and he looked up, clearly interested. Then; with a smirk you probably should have been concerned about, he walked off.

A few minutes later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you found a smug looking Katsuki, his chosen objects in his hand. Suspiciously, you took them with a raised eyebrow, before your jaw dropped.

A lingerie set, a thong, and the only normal thing being some All Might baseball cap. You scoffed and slapped his arm lightly, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips.

Denki (they don’t have yellow T^T)

“Any three things?” The blonde asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down as you nodded. “No limits? Literally anything?” Once again, you nodded.

“For the gajillionth time, yes Denki.” You said with a soft smile and an eye roll. He bit his lip to Fontaine his excitement before squeaking out an ‘okay’ and dashing away.

To be honest, you half expected something extremely provocative, or extremely revealing. But when he came back, you were surprised. He had found a loose black tank top, some cute workout shorts, and a little chain you could hook to your jean belt loops or something.

“I just thought you’d look really cute in them!” He beamed, clearly proud with his pick. Ohhh your heart.

Kirishima

“Anything? Anything I want?” The red head asked, looking at you like he was a puppy and you were holding a treat. You gave him a sheepish grin and nodded.

“Yup. Any three things.” You told him. And with that, he was off, looking at every little thing excitedly.

As you waited by the [favorite accessory] area, you’re golden retriever boyfriend sped around, looking at every little thing. Choruses of ‘Ooo this is cute! But I can find cuter’ and ‘Noo’ and ‘This would be perfect!’ escaped his lips in the twenty minutes he was gone.

Soon, he returned with a big fluffy [Favorite animal] hoodie, some fluffy socks, and some shark slippers to match his at home.

(Tried to keep as gender neutral as possible)

Requests are ✨open for business✨! (Seriously, I have severe writers block, this alone took me a week)

[v1x3n]

R E A L M E E T C U T E

꒰ PAIRING : satoru gojo x reader , suguru geto x reader

꒰ SYNOPSIS : at a party, you two accidently 'bump' into each other and luckily for you he decides he likes you! unluckily for him, you got a boyfriend, someone he knows very well...

꒰ TAGS : fluff - alcohol mention , suggestive talk, sex mention.

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"oh my god" satoru grunts, shoving his way through a god awful house party. The smell of liquor and sweat lingered in the air as he stepped over a passed out person, the girl lay on the floor, vomit beside her and satoru almost gags. "ew" his eyebrows knit together, he looks over to one of his friends, shoko. the one who invited him to this party, she knew he didn't drink but told him to be there all because satoru is popular. Just because everyone has a big crush on him doesn't mean he's gonna like this party! he thinks.

"where the fuck is suguru" shoko sighs, looking up at satoru. "i don't know, i'm not staying"

"what?" she scoffs as they rummage past a crowd of rowdy people, the group smelling like strong alcohol. he grimaces and walks past them, determined to find suguru. he needed to get out of here but the long haired man had satorus keys, for some fucking reason, "i need my keys, when i find suguru, im going"

"girl, thats so boring, just stay!" shoko grips onto satorus arm.after searching through most of the house, they couldn't get into one of the doors due to it being locked and they didn't even bother going into the bathroom due to the sound of skin slapping against one another and gasping, they eventually give up looking. shoko parts from him and he ends up outside, sitting down on the doorstep with a tired look on his face. He's left alone until he feels someone trample over him, "ouch!" he squeals, looking up and seeing this girl.

"Oh my god! i am so fucking sorry!!" you tremble, looking down at him, your hands move to your mouth as you gasp, dropping your phone on the floor. "i-i didn't see you there!" you stammer.

he looks up at you and takes in your guilty expression, your sweet sincere voice mixed with your pretty face. "hey hey! it's okay" he stands up, stretching his arms, groaning. "been a while since a pretty girl like you stepped on me" he winks, taking a step toward you. He expected maybe a flushed reaction or for you to walk sway, calling him a freak, but you did not, you just burst out laughing. your hands still over your mouth but this time wasn't out of shock, it was from pure laughter. you giggle and your eyes squeeze together, calming yourself down and you look up at the man whose eyebrows are raised, "satoru, right?"

he smirks, "the one and only!" he stands up strong, his hands moved down to his waist and he stands there like he's the king of the world, "how might you know me?"

"my boyfriends mentioned you" oh. satorus face drops, boyfriend?, "ohhh, who's your boyfriend?" satoru speaks, mumbling slightly, his eyebrows raised high, looking down at your fluttering eyelashes as you look up at him, the height difference making it hard for them two to see eye to eye so you have to bend your head back.

that's when a large man peeps up beside you, a man who satorus familiar with, the man whose smile gleamed when he sees satoru, then it grows significantly when he sees you.

"suguru! i was-"

"baby!" you squeal silently, satorus head snaps to you, your head snapping towards satoru.

So your sugurus girlfriend?

[wooziorgans]

Have you ever sit by yourself and thought about being in a dark room with your boyfriend!Jihoon, the corner in which the bed is placed near the window which is transparent showing the downpour outside, him on the bed and you on his lap, cuddling in the chill weather, your head in his shoulder while he is caressing your back, his little signs and whimpers when you kiss his sweet spots, sucks on them being totally drunk on his smell and touch, him looking down his hand reaching to hold your chin and plant a firm peak on your lips, your one hand automatically grabbing his short hair as the kiss deepens while he is slowly leaning forward make you lay on the bed, the thunder strikes making the rain more fast, while you and him were in your own world of love.....

Had this in my head since monsoon started, I love rain romance🤭💗 what about you?

— downpour

ohhhhh my god YES. god i feel like hes so fucking clingy and responsive when hes tired, especially if its raining because the atmosphere of the fog outside and the soft thump of it against the window just,,,, ohhh lord.

also i think he whimpers! i think he whimpers and i am willing to fight ppl on this. have u heard his little woozi noises? he definitely whimpers, especially when he’s sensitive and he’s the most sensitive when you’re all up in his shit, kissing and biting at his neck ohhhhh godddd.

i think the space right under his ear is the most sensitive tho. like neck kisses?? great! but if u rlly wanna hear him, kiss right by his ear right next to his jaw and he cannot hold back his little noises.

i love the rain so much and i have a feeling that when he’s not caught in the middle of it, jihoon does as well so here’s 1.2k words of me needing him! this made me feel a little bit insane what have u done to me.

Those soft early ‘mornings’ where both of you wake up too early to get out of bed and do anything, but at an hour that's acceptable enough for you to stay awake, just for a little bit before falling back asleep. The clouds block out what little light is available, so the early early hours of the morning look as though it’s the dead of night, and it technically is. Jihoon had forgotten to close the window last night, and with both of you being as tired as you were, you both opted to just lay down for the night and stay warm by sharing body heat. Neither of you were planning on falling asleep so early, hence the ungodly hour you had woken up at, and neither of you move much in your sleep, so the position you ended up cuddling in is the one you wake up in. 

Soft skin against soft skin, tired whimpers as you both wake up; you first from the eight hours of sleep you managed to accumulate by four in the morning, and Jihoon, from you pushing your head further into his shoulder in your fatigue. He murmurs softly, hands finding your hair first, brushing it out of your face as you look up at him. Jihoon gives you a sleepy little smile, slowly waking up with you, completely basking in the warmth you and the covers give him in the cold bedroom. “Can’t sleep anymore?” He asks, voice a little scratchy with sleep still drifting away from him. You hum in acknowledgement, pushing your face into his neck. 

Jihoon’s hand slides up your (his) shirt, his fingers roaming over the pit of your spine. His touch is barely there, fingers hardly grazing your skin. It makes you shiver softly against him, goosebumps rising on your arms involuntarily. Your hands find their way into his hair, threading through the strands as your nails scratch against his scalp. He preens like a cat, leaning into your touch as his head rolls back slightly. 

You place a careful kiss to his jaw, near his ear and he’s a goner. The spot under his ear is particularly sensitive; even when you just dig your thumb into it slightly as you hold his neck, it has him squirming in his spot. He whimpers softly, and it makes you smile softly before you begin to softly suck at the skin. He throws his head back against the pillow, giving you more access to the soft skin of his neck. Jihoon’s hands finally settle on your back, one over the fabric of the shirt and one under it. 

You place another kiss to his sweet spot, before you slowly move your attack down his neck, lips ghosting over his Adam's apple as you move to kiss and suck at the same sweet spot on the other side of his neck. Jihoon’s tiny whines and whimpers are the only other sounds that fill the room aside from the downpour outside. 

Angling your head slightly to gently bite at his earlobe, you catch a draft of his shampoo. His cologne had long worn off, but the sheets smell like him and his hair smells so fucking good that it starts to drive you insane as he takes over all five of your senses. You suck in a shaky breath, and Jihoon catches your face before you can even make it to the destination of his earlobe. Jihoon’s grip on your face is gentle, hand holding the side of your face with so much care and adoration. You lean into his palm, allowing him to pull your face closer for a soft kiss. He still tastes like the sweet sauce on the chicken you two had for supper, but he always tastes so sweet that it doesn’t really make much of a difference. His lips are plush and soft, as they always are, and all you can think about is him, him, him. 

Jihoon’s hand that was still on your back slips down your warm skin to your waist. He wraps his arm around you, gently shifting his hip against the mattress and curling his legs around yours as he slowly rolls you over onto your back. His lips never leave yours, somehow maintaining the slow and careful pace.

Displays of his strength, no matter how frequently they happen (and let's face it, they happen a lot; your boyfriend is just really strong), always knock the oxygen right out of your lungs. You gripped his hair a little harder and opened your mouth softly in a gasp. Jihoon takes the opportunity to push his velvety tongue inside your mouth. You let him. You let him kiss you stupid in the downpour as you gently tug and pull on his hair because what else can you do? 

Jihoon’s little whines pick up in frequency as you bury yourself in him. He’s everywhere, muscular torso towering over you, making you feel so much smaller than him as he kisses you until the only thing you’re able to think about is Jihoon himself.  

He pulls away softly when you start to pant against his lips, hands still in his hair but holding on him not as tight. His eyes sparkle in the dark room; the glow of the street lights reflecting back at you in the form of stars in his eyes. God, he's so in love with you. “Love, what time is it?” He asks softly, pressing his forehead against yours, noses rubbing against each other. 

“Four, I think.” You whisper. He laughs gently at the volume of your voice, like the two of you weren’t supposed to be up this early and were afraid of getting caught. The arm that’s not holding him up bends, and his large hand slides back under your shirt. 

He shifts again, knees cracking softly as he rests his weight on them. With both hands available for action, he uses the other to pull you to his chest as he sits up temporarily. You already know what to do, engaging your core to keep yourself upright as both of his hands grip the hem of your shirt. “We should head back to sleep soon then, hm? It’s too early.” His voice is still scratchy, face pressed against your neck so the vibrations of his speech ripple through your entire body. 

Your nails scratch his back as he pulls the shirt over your head, laying you back down on the bed. “Yeah, it’s too early.” You agree, holding the side of his face against your neck, fingertips digging into the small bruise you left by his ear. He hisses before it devolved into another gentle whimper. You giggle and do it again, and Jihoon melts against you. Soft moans mix with tiny whines echo around the room. Thunder cracks, making both of you jump softly, giving you both unexpected friction as you move against each other unexpectedly.

Jihoon feels like putty in your hands, giving into the early morning session of feeling each other up, cock hardening against your thigh as you make a mess of him. The rain picks up and you feel drunk on him; his scent, his size, his strength, his little noises, him. He’s everywhere and he’s everything to you. Something about the rain relaxes Jihoon, and it makes him more compliant when you need him like this. He places another kiss to your lips, jaws moving in sync with each other in perfect rhythm. You know Jihoon and he knows you, and that’s what makes this even better.

Safe to say, the both of you got a few more hours of sleep after working yourselves slowly into exhaustion as he brought both of you to completion with slow, deep thrusts and gentle kisses wherever either of your mouths could reach.

[cupidssorbet]

“Let me use these fangs..”

Miguel O’Hara X Reader.

Summary: None! Muahaha! Includes: Biting, slight blood-kink, teasing, body appreciation, Mentions of the word ‘cunt’ & ‘pussy’, slight smug Miguel, just some filth babes.

★Please read!★ The reader has no specified race etc so it’s very much just put yourself in that place! Anyways you’re reading at your own volition, this was inspired by this tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRowUMqa/ !

You were working on some dinner for him for when he finally came home from what you called his shenanigans and what he called incredibly important. Humming along to the music that played from your speaker, dancing about as he came through the front door, his mask just barely coming up and off. You immediately catching his eyes as you swayed your hips to the music.

God it did something to him, all day long he’d been thinking about you, your face, your body, your voice, your cunt. It did something to him.

That’s why it came as a surprise to you when Miguel’s hands found your hips as he set his mask off to the side. His lips going straight for your neck as he left open mouthed kisses. “Miguel?” You managed to spit out, as you carefully put the wooden spoon you were using to stir the food in the pan down. “What is the meaning for all of this? not exactly complaining.”

You breathed out as his fangs grazed across your neck, his breath fanning against it. “He estado pensando en ti.(I've been thinking about you.)” Miguel exhaled slightly, sucking a hickie into your skin. “Me? Why- Ohhh sweet god, Why uh Why me?” You managed to get out getting stuck on some words like a broken record.

“Estas caderas, esos muslos, estos labios, este coño...(These hips, those thighs, these lips, this pussy...).” His hands snaked around feeling everywhere he could, “It’s been plaguing my mind all day.”

“God..But Miguel I’ve got dinner going I really should..” He quickly reached his hand down and flicked off the fire, “There, Now you won’t have to worry.” Miguel was quick with picking you up and bringing you up to your shared bedroom, shutting the door with his foot and gently tossing you onto the bed with a slight ‘Miguel!’ as he made his way over, “God I’ve been waiting for this,” He brought his hand to snake past your waistband of your pants and panties, finding your cunt slick and wet as he brought his mouth to kiss you, bring his kisses to come down your chin and neck leaving small bites on your neck as he went.

“All wet for me huh Chiquita?” He murmurs with that stupid smug slight smirk that you felt on your skin. His fingers rubbing gently in a teasing way on your clit, bringing it down to your needy hole dipping in causing you to gasp slightly. A slight chuckle coming him as he continued to kiss everywhere he could.

He kept pumping with one finger then two, your eyes fluttering as your breathing got labored. “I’m only just getting started and look at you a mess.” he pulls back pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth cleaning them effortlessly. “Strip.” He says and that’s all you need hear, moving as fast as you could to slide it off, shirt gone to the floor as well as your pants and your underwear & bra.

“Lay down Querida.(Darling)” He motions for you lay down against the propped up pillows, you lay back your hair splayed behind you watching as he removed his suit. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, his chest, his whole body.. he was left in just his boxers as he climbed onto the bed hooking his arms underneath your legs, bringing you closer. “I can put these to use,” he flashes his fangs, licking up the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

He left purple hickies all along your thighs purposefully missing where you wanted him most, gently biting into it licking the blood that slightly dribbled from the bites he put too much pressure on, reveling in the way you tried to bring your cunt to his face and he denied you every time.

“Miguelll..” You whine your head lolling back, “Alright…Alright,” He smiles smugly into your thigh at your whining. He brings his mouth down to your wet stick cunt licking a long stripe from your wet hole to your clit. Keeping eye contact until he dove in without hesitation. Your hand flying to cover your mouth, a gasp coming your lips. He stops, one of his hands taking yours and moving it. “No no, I wanna hear all of those noises.” He states before going straight back to what he was doing.

Eating you out like he was a starved man, his hands gripping your thighs massaging them as he continued your slick coating his chin and lips, making his fangs & lips shine. Your hands find his hair as you gasp and cry to him, tangling them into his soft hair. He groans into your cunt, that familiar feeling rising in your stomach, then he adds his fingers pumping two of them in and out. It added to the pressure and then it snapped, he lapped it up. Leaning back wiping his chin of your slick.

“God..I missed your cunt.” he hummed licking his fingers clean, the now noticeable bulge catching your eye as he brought himself up. Your rose from your spot bringing your hand to palm him making his breath hitch slightly. “Miguel let me help you please.” You looked up at him through your lashes. “You sure you can handle it?” He looks down at you exhaling slightly.

You nodded slightly, and he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Alright belleza(beauty).” He exhales with a slight smirk taking your spot. You smiled hurrying over laying between his legs, moving your hands up to pull down his boxers his cock springing free with a bead of precum coming from the tip. Your hand immediately coming to it, rubbing up and down your thumb coming over the tip making him inhale.

“Please..Don’t tease me like that.” He groans his head leaning back against the headboard, you smiled licking stripes up his dick before completely taking him in your mouth, pumping what you couldn’t take. Humming slightly when you heard him make noises at a reaction making him exhale shakily even more.

You moved your head in a steady up and down, gagging slightly when the tip hits the back of your throat. He revels when you gag on him, it makes him feel some kind of way. He thrusts up slightly into your mouth, spit coming to the corners of your mouth as you tried your best to still take him. His hand finds your cheek wiping any tears that fell from your eyes.

Before he could even cum in your mouth, he pulls out and sighs. “Please let me use that cunt.” He asked so politely and you couldn’t deny him, he looked so desperate. You smiled before gasping as his hands found your hips lifting you above before his tip slid through your folds. Before he gently as he possibly could pushed it in.

Groaning as it went into your warm tight pussy, “Ohhh..” You slurred as he was barely filling you with only being half way on his cock. He slowly brought you down onto it carefully before he was fully sheathed inside you. “So tight and warm.” He exhaled in your ear letting you lean back on his chest, his hand finding your clit rubbing gently circles as you murmured and mumbled.

“You like that?” All you could do was nod, “Uh-Huh, Tell me.” He demanded his fangs finding your exposed neck gently nipping and biting. “Yeah, Yeah..Really like.” you sputtered out, eyes batting closed then open lazily sitting half lidded. He smiled smugly into your neck, “Mm..Good Good,”

He had set a pace, one that started out soft and careful before he got to into it. Becoming rougher, his hand bringing your hand to rub your clit, his groans and slight whines in your eyes making you clench around his dick. “Dios cariño, ¿te gusta eso?(God honey, do you like that?)” He chuckled breathlessly.

His thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy, your cunt spasming as you came around cock, he couldn’t help but speed up at the feeling. “Feels too damn good..” He sighs his breathing labored, uneven and hot on your skin. Sweat beading at your forehead. “Please please.” You whine in more of a whisper.

“Hm?” He murmurs, “Miguel please..” He chuckles, “You,You want it in?” He hums kissing a bit rougher in your shoulder and neck, “Yes yes..” You nodded as he rammed up in your cunt as wet squelch coming from it. He sped up, “Almost there..Can you let go for me one more time, please Cariño.” His hand finds your clit rubbing circles making you clench around him.

The feeling of everything made you both snap, your cunt clenching around him spasming as he shot his white hot cum into you, his head lolling back doing slow sloppy thrusts into you. Your fluids mixing as he finally came to a slow. Out of breath and laughing slightly, “Was it what you’ve been thinking about all day?”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Of course, Better than I ever dream of.” He carefully pulls out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling. “C’mon, let’s get a nice warm bath.”

[ccazimi]

Poltergeist! (pt. 2)

pt. 1

cw: true-form sukuna x ghost!reader, heian era au, crack, fluff, suggestive themes, possession of bodies (including sukuna's), errr...footjob themes? (it's kind of how she messes with him), mentions of sexual activities, talks of death/dying, reader breaks sukuna's privacy (mayybe dubcon if you squint??), mentions of his two-cocks and a brief peek at them (no explicit descriptions)

wc: 2.1k

a/n: not sure how i feel about this yet but it was fun to write...

It's been about a month since Sukuna's moved into his (your) shrine. A month since you started haunting him.

You keep annoying him, especially since you've officially scared all the servants into proper submission and there's nothing left for you to do, and he keeps threatening to exorcise you.

His final straw was when you got tired of floating around everywhere (he's not sure how that can even happen) and decided you were just going to sit on his shoulder and let him carry you around.

Permanently.

And it's not like he can get you off or really do anything to you, so now he's left with the shitty equivalent of a really chatty parrot on his shoulder and and a backache. Sukuna does not like backaches, especially when they comment on every detail of his life from how gross it is that he eats peoples to you lecturing him that he should really get some more fruits and veggies in his diet.

So finally you push him to the point of making Uraume try and perform yet another banishing ritual.

Like usual, it doesn't work. Like worse than usual, it somehow makes you stronger.

And that's how you've gained the ability to possess people.

You don't tell Sukuna at first, he just notices one day that suddenly that burdensome weight on his shoulder is gone, and he thanks whatever god exists up there. He wonders if one of his exorcisions finally caught up to you or something.

Everything's going well and because he's in the mood, Sukuna invited his best concubine to his chambers that evening. He lies down and instructs his concubine to get to work, leaving it up to her whether she wants to suck him off or ride him.

He closes his eyes when he feels some pressure rubbing along his bulge, figuring she's just working up to the main event. Except his concubine keeps up her rubbing, and what feels like....poking?... his two dicks.

And then-

"Ohhh yeahhh, you like that ya four-armed freak? I bet you do~"

Immediately his eyes shoot open and he sits up, feeling his boners quickly go soft when he finds his concubine laying on her back, still fully clothed, and rubbing his crotch with the ball of her heel.

"What the FUCK are you doing?!" He seethes, unable to process what kind of brain worm's gotten into his concubine's head.

Sukuna picks her up by the ankle and tosses her off the futon, ready to inflict his vengeance for treating his precious package(s) with such disrespect.

He expects his concubine to beg for his forgiveness or something as he glares down at her, but instead she starts laughing, cackling so hard tears come out of her eyes.

Sukuna blinks as the concubine's body abruptly goes limp and your ghostly form slips out.

You're laughing so hard you don't even realize you fell out of her body.

He crosses both sets of arms and stares daggers at you as you just laugh, feeling a vein twitch somewhere in his forehead. "You FILTHY FREAKSHOW OF A GHOST, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU ARE NOT FUNNY."

Finally you stop laughing and look down to realize you fell out of the body again, before sighing dramatically, making a mockery of a pout. "I just wanted to please my dear Lord, King and savior in the way he likes it best...."

"You know, I really wish you were alive."

"Aww, really??"

"So I could kill you myself."

You give him a dirty scowl before it splits into a wicked grin. "Wait a minute...."

Sukuna does not like the look on your face. Not at all.

And before he can even process what's happening, you're whooshing towards him to take over his body.

He freezes for a second, a shiver running down his spine as it feels like his skeleton goes icy cold. And then, he loses all control of his motions.

No, no, no. This can't be happening.

"I can hear you think in here, you know."

"GET OUT. NOW."

He fights for control as you start moving his limbs around like a doll, curious at the strange sensation of inhabiting this unique body.

"Woahhhh. Four arms feels weird."

His arms swing out all in different directions as you test it out, trying to step forward.

Meanwhile sukuna is cussing you out, and trying to cancel all the movements you're making in his body.

"Fucking -goddamn- brat....get the fuck OUT." He struggles through gritted teeth, trying to eject you from his flesh or at least take back control.

Luckily the concubine on the floor had long since scurried out in utter shock, but if she was still there she would be certain that the King of Curses has officially gone mad, arguing with himself and jerking and flailing his body wildly like a really bad marionette.

You fight back just as hard as him. "Hey, wait, we're going to fall--"

"I'M going to fall, there's no WE--"

"WE are in this together now, buddy. Literally..."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT."

His large frame does indeed topple over and both of you groan in pain.

But unfortunately for him, your curiosity is far from satisfied.

You peel open the lips on his stomach, before realizing you can just open the maw yourself. You stick out the large tongue and wiggle it in the air, giggling as you pinch and pull at it with another hand.

"Woah, this thing's freaky--"

"I'M FREAKY??!" Sukuna attempts to shut his stomach maw while reeling in his tongue.

"CAN YOU STOP YELLING FOR ONCE?? WHY ARE YOU EVEN YELLING WHEN I CAN LITERALLY HEAR YOU THINK."

Sukuna's about to yell back when you randomly pull open his hakama and peer down to see what's inside.

"THERE'S TWO--"

He yelps, quickly snapping his waist band shut. He's not one to feel shame, but he's certainly caught off-guard and feeling a bit scandalized right now, before quickly composing himself.

"That's ENOUGH. Can you leave now?!"

"What's the magic word?"

He wonders if he should stab himself right now just to make you feel some pain. It'd be worth it.

"Hey, I can hear that--" You interrupt.

"Please leave. Now." He finally grits out, unable to take this any longer.

And finally there's a sensation like the iciness leaving his bones, and he regains his bodily autonomy. He stands, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"You need to learn some fucking boundaries, woman. What kind of priestess even are you, being such a perv??"

You roll your eyes. "Not a priestess, a shrine maiden. I just worked here."

"Whatever." He grumbles. "I've had enough of you. I'm going to sleep. Please don't bother me."

You decide you've tormented the tyrant just about enough for the day so you go find someone else to bother.

Sukuna's clearly unhappy with you but in a different way that usual. He can't hurt you or get rid of you, so he resorts to giving you the silent treatment.

You can barely believe it, and try to get back his attention somehow or another but nothing works.

You cause a cold draft and blow out all the lanterns?

"We should probably refill the oil in these lamps."

You literally try to talk to him?

"Uraume, do you hear something? Must be the wind...."

Sure, you could go further, but for some reason a part of you actually feels kind of...upset, like you need to fix this. You can't believe it but you actually miss him talking to you, even if it was usually bickering.

Though not always.

He used to talk to you about other stuff too, and during his silent treatment you realize he'd entertain your yapping about stupid and random things quite a bit actually.

But unfortunately, Sukuna isn't the only one around here with an ego. You'd rather die again, than say sorry.

Instead, you bring food to his room, leaving it on the low table by his futon. Sometimes you bring shiny or pretty things you find and leave them there too, like golden hair combs that you steal from servants or colorful feathers you find, despite the fact that he's literally a grown ass man. Even if it takes you sometimes hours of concentrating to pick things up, and successfully move them considerable distances.

You don't know really why you do all this stuff, you just do it. Frankly you were alone your entire life, and even afterwards in death. The life of a shrine maiden was peaceful, sure, but lonely.

You make his futon for him, tidy his room when he's gone like you're one of his fucking servants.

And still, he doesn't acknowledge it or any of your actions. He doesn't even remove the little "gifts" (your version of gifts) you've left for him either, and somehow that's even more upsetting.

A week later after you're still being met with stubborn silence you decide you should try and talk to him -- actually talk to him. He's a busy man, killing and marauding like usual but finally you catch him during a mealtime.

You float in through the walls, and sit in front of him watching him eat for a few moments before trying to start up conversation.

"So....the weather's pretty nice today, huh?" You begin unsurely, trying to keep your voice friendly.

Silence. He's even gotten pretty good at just looking right through you, at whatever's behind.

You sigh. "Wanna know how I died?"

He doesn't respond, but this time his eyes focus on you.

You take it as a sign to continue. "It was about...seven years ago, I think. I'd lived my entire life at the shrine because it belonged to my family. But all of them had died and I was the last one left, so I took on the responsibility of caring for it."

He continues to eat but all his eyes are on you now, like he's listening. "One winter, I fell sick, like really sick. There was no one to take care of me, nothing to do as I could feel my body giving out. I’d never really been scared of death before but in that moment, as i realized i was actually dying, it hit me."

You breathe slowly remembering what it was like, your final moments of life. "Though it wasn't exactly death that was the scariest you know. It was being alone in my final moments, and more than that it was the feeling of being utterly powerless, having no control over my dying flesh. That was the scariest part-- losing my autonomy to nature. I was dying, and there was absolutely nothing I could do."

He looks at you like you want to say something, but he doesn't.

"So....I guess what I'm saying is, I know what it's like. I don't blame you for really not liking me taking over your body. I guess that was sort of....crossing a boundary. I won't do it again." You rub your neck awkwardly, staring intently at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world. "Because I'm guessing that's what you're soo upset about..."

"Even if I was upset, how do you know it's not over you breaking my favorite sake set when you threw it at the wall to get my attention?"

You look up to find him trying not to smirk at you as he chewed on his food. In fact, he's almost looking at you like he's trying not to laugh.

You cross your arms and huff as you narrow your eyes at him. "I am not apologizing for that. You really ignored me because of that? You're not serious, right?"

He shrugs lazily. "Maybe, maybe not. Besides, I didn't know you coveted my attention so badly." He adds smugly.

If there was any blood flowing in your veins, you might've felt your cheeks heat up ever so slightly. "I don't. I was just trying to be nice, asshole."

"And those were some pretty little gifts you left for me in my room, picking things out like you're a crow. Are you going to comb my hair for me with that comb you left, next?"

You glare at him, unappreciative of his teasing before picking up a random empty dish and throwing it at the wall behind him.

Sukuna doesn't even react to it anymore.

You stand and turn your back, angrily floating out of the room as you have your final word.

"Also I'm not sorry about that footjob."

"Want to give me another?"

You clench your jaw, or else it would fall open, responding by just flipping him off and making the sliding door bang shut behind you.

You can hear him laughing at you from behind it, though a part of you can't help but feel like things are right again.

[emchante]

Divorced dad Daniel seeing you gain the healthy weight you do once your relationship becomes serious and feeling himself go feral every time he sees your soft curves. He might even hand feed you something, imagining gripping that waist, that ass, those wide hips later. The fullness of them fitting so right into his palms 🤭

~🫠 (the og has returned)

WHEN WE NEEDED THEM MOST.. THE OG ANON RETURNED 🫵🫵 and oh.. did they return with something to just kill me off.

you know the drill, rambles below<3

but god. god do i LOVE this trope. healthy weight gain is something that’s tender to my heart, especially as a curvier girl. and it works so well with this au, and daniel who ends up gaining a little weight after realising how comfortable he is with you<3

daniel loves the sight of you, always. he thought he couldn’t love you anymore, but when he sees your curvier body, wider hips, softer front? oh, he somehow loves you even more. and it makes him feel a lot, not just happiness. no, we know this man is a dirty dog, so his mind is racing when you fill out a little more.

when he stands behind you in the kitchen with hands on your hips, his eyes are constantly on them. watching as his fingers dip in slightly to the softer skin that now resides there.

when you’re laying together in bed,daniel’s head at your stomach, and your t-shirt rides up a little— daniel makes sure to place kisses on the few stretch marks that have appeared over you. you aren’t a fan, it makes you insecure— but daniel changes your mind about that, showing you that they’re beautiful, and show a sign of how happy you are, being yourself.

and when you’re going out to an event, or for a date? the way your dress hugs your soft edges and curves sends daniel’s mind in a frenzy. he honestly wants to cancel wherever you’re going, rip that dress off you and show you how much he loves you. he tells you that, too. but of course it only gets a laugh and a light slap to the chest from you. but he’s dead serious with what he says.

and ohhh, the hand feeding? marvellous. it’s not uncommon for you and daniel to hand feed each other, when one of you has a sweet treat, you reach out to the other to let them have a try. daniel loves it, a low growl escapes him when you teasingly lick along his fingers to get every last bit.

but when you stand up, walking to the kitchen to get a drink, his mind is in the gutter. thinking about how beautiful you’d look when he’s fucking you doggy style, one hand on your back as the other gropes at your wide hips. or when you’re riding him, how his eyes are hypnotised with the way your chest bounces up and down, hands distracting themselves with your waist as your softer body fills up his palms. or when he’s fucking into you, watching all of your soft body beneath him, before moving his eyes to your softer face, flushed cheeks and eyes squeezed shut as you moan his name loudly.

“danny?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. daniel sits up immediately, shaking his head as he smiles at you.

“everything alright, sweetheart?” he asks with a strained voice, swallowing thickly as he tries to focus on the present moment. your eyebrow raises as you sit down next to him again.

“i think i should be asking you that,” you mutter, hand trailing up his thigh and cupping at his clothed erection, and fuck— when did he get hard? surely it wasn’t—

“fuck,” he moans as you squeeze his cock, hips thrusting up into your hand as you move closer to him, soft body pressing into his own.

[writtenbyan-aries]

can write smth where y/n had never fingered herself and colby teaches her how to.

I Will Teach You | Colby Brock

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, biting, scratching, hair pulling, praising, pet names, masterbation, fingering, general filth

Enjoy!

You glanced over at Colby, who is sitting at his desk going over footage, from his bed. Your eyes stay on him for a few seconds, smirking when he looks over at you.

“What?” He asks with a smile, kind of getting shy.

You shake your head, adjusting your body slightly, “Nothing.” Colby tilts his head, giving you a smirk, “It’s something.”

He takes his headphones off completely and sets them down, along with his glasses before coming over and plopping down behind you, half his body on yours.

You laugh slightly as his arm goes over your waist and pulls you back, “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” You procrastinate and Colby groans, “C’mon mama. Tell me.”

“Okay.” You let out a sigh as you roll over to face him, “I just.. kinda wish you were…” you look up at him, lowering your voice on the last few words, “..touching me inappropriately right now.”

He raises his brows, taking in a deep breath as he nods, “Ohhh.” He smirks, “I see.” He bites his bottom lip and rubs your hip, “so that’s what’s going on, my girl needs some attention, huh?”

His hand slides down and you lift your leg, letting him place his hand on your thigh before you lay it back down, “I do.”

Colby leans up slightly, “I’ll help you out, but I want to try something first.” He gives your thigh a gently squeeze, “But only if you want to.”

You nod, “What is it?”

Colby leans in, his voice in a whisper, “I want to watch you touch yourself for me.” He presses his lips to yours and you can feel your heart starting to beat faster, fuck this is embarrassing.

“U-um, Colby I-“

He leans back, “Totally okay, baby.” He pecks your forehead and you laugh nervously, “It-it’s not..” you sit up, turning towards him fully, “Oh my god this is embarrassing.”

Colby looks at you with both concern and confusion, “I’m not.. following. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never.. um..”

“Never what?”

“I’ve never, fingered myself before.” You sigh, “Okay. I know. It’s incredibly embarrassing and I d-“

“Whoa. Hey. Slow down.” Colby laughs slightly, “There’s nothing wrong with that. Just means I get to teach you.”

His brows raise quickly and you tilt your head, “I don’t know why I didn’t think of that, but I like it.” You smirk and lay back, watching as Colby slips off his sweatshirt before you pull him to you.

He moves his body to hover over yours, kissing your lips as his hands go up your shirt to find your boobs, “Take your pants off for me.”

Colby sits up, moving off of your legs to watch you. His cock growing harder with each inch of skin you reveal from under your sweats.

“Now..” Colby moves up by your head, arm laying over the pillows, “Come up here.”

You sit up, taking off your shirt before you move up, resting your neck on his arm. His hand slides up your leg, gripping your knee before he pulls it outward, “I’m going to have you feeling good in no time.”

He nods down, “Have you done anything before?”

You shake your head, “Well, okay. I did try one time but I just couldn’t get the angle right or something? I don’t know. I just mainly focus on the clit..”

He nods, “Alright, we’ll start there.” He picks up your hand and guides it down to your clit, “You can do whatever feels good to you.”

You start to move your hand on your own, lips parting as pleasure grows.

“That feel good?” Colby whispers and you nod, “Uh huh.” He kisses up the side of your face, turning his head to rest against his cheek against your temple, “Fuck, baby. Now, you can either do one or two, depending on how you feel, and just slide them down in.”

“Can you show me?” You whisper, cheeks turning red, “just so I can-“

Colby leans his head away, looking down at you as he nods, “Of course I can, baby.” He slides his hand down your arm, lifting it to move your hand out of the way, “Sit up a little bit…”

You sit up slightly, moving back more so you can rest against the headboard, “yeah, there you go. Alright. Now you be as slow or as fast as you want, I’ll go slow just so you can see.”

You nod, chewing on your lip as you stare down, watching, and feeling, Colby’s fingers slide up and down your folds, “Foreplay, my love. Is key.”

You look over at him, but quickly return your gaze to between your legs. Your mouth falls open, a moan slipping as Colby slides one finger into you.

“You might have to work to find your angles that make you feel the best, but..” Colby curls his finger up, making your hips roll as you moan. He smirks, “You wanna give it a try, now?”

You slide your hand down, watching as Colby’s finger slowly comes out of your pussy, to which you slide your finger in almost immediately.

Your fingers weren’t as big at Colby’s, so you didn’t get the full pleasure like you did with him, but you definitely got some.

You whimper as you curl your finger, freezing as you slowly slide in your pointer finger next to your middle.

“There you go, baby. Fuck that’s it, shit.” Colby watches your fingers slide in and out, “Doing so good for me.”

After a few minutes of your fingers going in and out and curling, Colby leans down, taking your one nipple into his mouth.

You groan loudly and buck your hips, “C-Colby.. baby, please.”

“Please what?” He whispers as he lifts his head, “Are you feeling close?” Colby’s fingers slip in, pressing hard circles onto your clit.

You nod and he speeds up his circles, “Cum for me.”

You take over rubbing the circles with your own hand, twisting your hips towards Colby as your fingers work hard to bring yourself to where you need to be.

“Fuck, look at you.” He groans as his hand slides down to the bend in your knee, holding your leg up as he watches, “I know you want to cum, baby.”

“Look at how wet you are, sweetheart.”

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

Moans fall from your lips with his praising words, gasping as you squeeze your legs together, guiding yourself through your high.

Breathing heavy, you look down at your hand slowly withdrawing from between your legs. Colby grabs your hand, immediately putting your two fingers into his mouth to which you gasp. You start clenching around nothing as the scene turned you on all over again.

Colby tilts his head back, licking his lips as he smiles, “Now it’s my turn.”

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I hope you liked this! Kinda short in my opinion, but I can always add to it later! Thank you for reading and remember that I love ya’s! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[suguruspit]

Thinking about AFAB and gender neutral reader with Ino Takuma, letting him worship their body and praise them

Ohhh praise kink goes hard especially with ino!! I have so many thoughts

cw; fingering, oral (reader and Ino), French kissing, grinding, dry humping, public sex (you don't get caught!), talking you through, coming untouched

Ino Takuma who will lay down on the bed with you, whispering sweet praises into your ear as he plays with you, hand moving slowly and teasing over where you're most sensitive. Groaning when you make little sounds that drive him crazy, rutting into the air as he toys with you.

"So wet, fuck baby." He whispers into your ear, hand going a little faster but he can't help it - it affects him as much as it does you. Even though you're the one being touched, he's making little ah ah ah's when you start to get vocal.

Ino Takuma who runs his hands up and down your soft torso as he makes out with you, sloppy tongue and clashing teeth as you giggle into each others mouths, him making little comments about how perfect you are, made for him, and he's just lucky. Anytime that he can get his hands on you he will, even if it's when you're at the club, in an alley, in his car, anywhere. He's obsessed with you, how soft your body is, how responsive you are.

Ino Takuma groaning as he pushes two long fingers into you, burying his head into your chest as he starts whining in tandem with you;

"Fuck, so wet baby so tight," He whimpers, practically humping the bed as fingers you, slowly adding a third finger after scissoring the two for a couple of minutes. You feel yourself gush slightly just at the change of pace and he's moaning again. "Fuck. You're so good, my good baby, huh? Fucking think about this all day, want you all the time."

"Takuma-" You stutter out, the heat of it all just too much, everything he's saying going straight to your core. You're so sensitive, hormones really working for you in that department. "I-"

"Make a mess on me," Ino nods, doubling his efforts, using his thumb to draw quick little circles on your dick as you choke on your own moans. "God, you're doing so good. Let go for me, shit please, let me have it, yeah?"

You grunt as you come, no energy left in you to vocalise as you come all over him, you wetness hitting all the way up to his elbow as he whines and gasps into your mouth as he kisses you, coming untouched just from pleasing you.

Ino Takuma who loves dry humping, especially if you're both still in boxers and making a mess of yourselves. Lowering his hips so that his dick catches against yours, strong arms framing you as his brown hair tickles your nose, heavy pants bleeding into his kisses as he devours you, thanking you endlessly as you lie there and let him go at it.

"Fuck, thank you baby, so fucking perfect like this." Takuma whines, he's just as responsive as you as he grinds down against you. He hasn't even got undressed properly, his jeans around his ankles as the chains on them brush coldly against your leg. "Always so perfect, the way you feel, fuck. I could slip inside like this, y'know?"

You whine into his mouth as you twitch underneath him, and he definitely feels it, raking a hand down to push down on your chest for leverage as he starts to come, hot come spilling in his boxers as you feel it wet against you, triggering your own orgasm as you slick the both of you.

"So good, my perfect baby." He pants as he kisses your lips softly, brown eyes full of adoration.

Ino Takuma takes any and all opportunities to go down on you, always scrambling with your belt when you just nod as his request, swearing with how giddy he is, kissing all down your torso and hips as he sinks to his knees, pressing you against the alleyway wall.

Fifteen minutes of grinding in the club and he's straining against his jeans, stumbling and pushing you desperately into the nearest dark alley, pressing desperate kisses to wherever he can.

When he finally gets his mouth on you, suckling and spitting nastily you don't know who's being more vocal. He's moaning like a whore as he sucks you off, your hand tugging light brown locks as your eyes roll back and your head hits the brick wall with a distant thud.

You push down onto his head as you grind your hips into his mouth, rolling them as you fuck his face in public, your slick already on his chin and nose as he eats noisly, shaking his head when you try to pull him off with a warning - you know how messy you get when you're drunk.

When you come, hand against your mouth as you cry out, you can feel how wet and explosive it is, absolutely drenching him. You shake as he pulls off, but he doesn't give you a chance to recover as he kisses you roughly, licking into your mouth and groaning when you say you can taste yourself.

Palming him through his jeans not once, but twice, and he's twitching and coming practically untouched.

"Fuck, so fucking good, ngh." He breathes into your mouth, hips still pushing into your touch as he rides his orgasm out. "You always know what I need, you always got me."

Ino Takuma who gets off on overstimulation, looking up at you through hooded eyes as he swirls his tongue over you, licking and slurping and making such a mess - you're already three orgasms in, and you're bordering on painful overstimulation as he continues to get any taste of you he can.

"One more, okay?" He begs you, slipping two fingers into you and curling them up as he sucks gently, groaning as you cry out. It's all so much, too much, but your orgasm is rapidly approaching. "Fuck yeah, honey. One more, fucking use me, want to see you come baby please."

Who are you to deny him?

You keen and your body arches off the bed as you come, waves of it crashing over you and almost knocking you out as your vision goes white, your boyfriend helping you through it as he comes in his boxers for the second time that night.

"Good boy." You mutter, patting his sweaty hair and biting your lip at the sight of his fucked-out expression.

"One more?"

You never can say no, not when he takes care of you so well.

[oikasugayama]

hiii could you write poe coming untouched? i feel like thats somethig he would do and ohhh god 🛐🛐🛐

UM YEAH I SURE CAN BC HE TOTALLY WOULD

gn!reader, NSFW, MDNI bc i'm an adult get away from me. not edited or formatted or whatever, very stream-of-consciousness

Poe is fairly insecure and needy, so relatively often you have to reassure him that he's your one and only, you love him so much, no one else matters to you, etc. etc. The words and affection (hair pets, kisses, cuddles) help for sure, but the best way to reassure to him that you're his and no one else's, and he's yours and no one else's, is to rail him. absolutely fuck the shit out of him.

it starts with the kisses and cuddles, but your touches gradually move lower and lower, rubbing his hip and his thigh until you're eventually kissing on his neck and rubbing his crotch like that oscar wilde movie scene, you know:

poe doesn't sit in your lap though, he wants you on top of him, he likes to feel small and taken care of. (he's fairly tall and gangly so it's not exactly easy to make him feel small, but he tries his best)

you take him to your room, lay him in bed, and take his clothes off while kissing and touching him. it's definitely more kissing than touching--you'll make out of with him for a while, lightly brush your hand over his crotch. kiss down his neck, mutter that he's so pretty, and you love the way he whines for you. he pets you back, running his hands up and down your arms and your back, petting your hair when you kiss lower and lower on his body.

he tries to buck his hips up to get some kind of friction, but you sit up and tsk.

"no, no no," you coo, sliding your hands up his body, making sure none of you gets close to his crotch. "that won't do. you're a good boy, right? my good boy."

"yes," he whines, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm your good boy. can I touch you? i want to touch you."

"Do you deserve to? are you going to worship me?"

"yes" he insists, nodding hard.

"will you make me cum? with just your tongue?"

poe keeps nodding.

"what if i sit on your face, hmm? that sounds nice."

"yes. god yes please, please."

"and you're not allowed to touch yourself, you understand? your hands stay on my thighs."

"yes yes yes yes yes"

you finally relent, getting naked yourself and crawling up his body until your knees are by his head and you're hovering over his face.

"hands on my thighs," you demand, and he quickly obliges, getting comfortable. his tongue is already sticking out, trying to reach you. you make him wait, though. you softly move his hair out of his face, you trace your fingers around his eyes and nose and his eyebrows.

"you're so handsome, you know that? such pretty eyes, such nice hair. you've got such a perfect nose and such lovely lips."

"thank you," he says softly. he knows he has to say thank you otherwise you'll fuck him in front of the mirror and make him compliment himself--sometimes he's okay with it, but it's not what he wants right now.

"eat up, baby."

then you finally lower yourself down, sitting fully on his face. no hovering, no going easy on him, full sitting.

and he loves it. he loves the weight of you, he loves feeling the warmth of your inner thighs, loves your taste, loves your smell, everything. his tongue goes straight to work, teasing and tasting everything. he's good at it, too. he made sure a long time ago that he could make you cum on his tongue because he wanted to be good for you. he wanted to be the best for you.

you swear that between your own moaning and your praise of him you can hear little moans from underneath you. you rub his hands, groan, squirm around grind down on his tongue.

"fuck, poe, you're so good. so good for me baby, yeah, just like that, right there!!" and so many other praising and filthy things. he can't take it anymore at a point. the feeling of you on him, the nice things you keep saying, the taste he's so addicted to. his hands tighten on your thighs, he squirms around a little, keeps moaning, and then you notice his breathing picks up and you feel something splash on your back.

"eh?" you turn around just a bit and catch the final sight of his cock twitching as the last bit of cum settles on his belly. he whines under you as you lift off of him, wanting to hear his voice when you ask:

"did you just cum? you weren't supposed to touch yourself."

"I didnt!! i didn't do anything, i couldn't help it, you just feel so good, i can't help it. i love to please you."

"oh, you sweet thing." you reach behind you and wipe some of his cum off your back then take your hand up to your mouth and taste it. "well it's my turn then, isn't it? keep going, darling." and you sit back down.

[sissylittlefeather]

I Can Help

A/N: A one-shot. I wanted to write some smut and this just came pouring out of me. This is hastily written and not proofread so I'm sorryyyyy. It was just for fun!

Big thanks to @ccab for always loving my writing even before you read it!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, this is pure smut, kissing, cussing, fingering, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: 1.4K (just a little sexy thing)

As the hot water fills the bathtub, you take a deep breath. Your husband has been rehearsing late into the night for weeks now. You're getting a little tired of putting yourself to bed, but you guess that's the price you pay for being married to Elvis Presley. Still, you miss him a lot, especially at night. Sure, you stayed up for a quick romp several times over the past few weeks, but you're both always so tired that it feels rushed and you wish you could just find some time to be the two of you again. You've always prided yourself on your ability to keep him satisfied. You really hope that these late rehearsals don't mean you've lost your touch.

Once the tub is full, you take off your robe and slip into the hot water. It feels good on your skin and you're thankful that Elvis made sure to have a nice big bathtub installed for you in the Vegas suite. You lay there for a while just soaking in the sensation, enjoying the candles you lit before you got in.

But you can't stop thinking about him. He looked so good when he left earlier in his multicolored silk shirt and striped pants. You tried to steal a few kisses before he headed out, and he indulged you for as long as he could before he absolutely had to go, assuring you that he would see you as soon as possible.

You don't even really notice that your hand gravitates toward your center. Your mind is still on him in that damn silk shirt when you start to rub slow circles on your clit. A soft moan escapes your lips as your fingers pick up speed. You slide your other hand in between your legs and slip two fingers into yourself. You pump them in and out as you continue to rub your clit.

"Mmm... Elvis..." You moan again as you touch yourself. You're so engrossed in what you're doing, so focused on your delicious husband and the things you're imagining him doing, that you don't even notice when he walks into the room and leans against the doorframe, watching you.

A wide smile spreads across his face, accentuating his apple cheeks, when he realizes what you're up to. He stands there silently, taking you in as you pleasure yourself. It's not until you come and moan loudly that he says anything.

"Ohhh, Elvis..."

"Yes, baby?"

"OH FUCK." You pull your hands away from yourself as quickly as possible and try to seem as nonchalant as you can, even though you're sweating and breathing heavily from your orgasm. Your cheeks turn bright red when you realize he's there.

"H-how long have you been standing there?!"

"Long enough, doll." He smirks at you and licks his lips. You sink into the water and try to hide behind your hands.

"Oh my god." You're not sure you've ever been this embarrassed before. Despite the fact that you're married, he's never seen you do this before and something about it feels particularly dirty.

"Honey, it's okay. I'm not complainin'. At least I know you were thinkin' about me." He walks to you and sits on the side of the tub.

"I'm so embarrassed." You still can't look into his eyes. He leans down and tips your chin up so that you have to look at him.

"You don't need to be." He looks at you with so much love and affection that you can't help but trust him. You nod and for the first time it dawns on you that he's home early.

"You're here."

"I am. I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Clearly." You roll your eyes and he laughs his big-joy laugh. When he stops laughing his eyes meet yours with something else in them. "You want some help?"

"Help?"

He rolls his sleeve up, dips his hand under the water, and touches you, massaging your clit gently. You arch your back and moan softly. He slides two fingers inside you and uses his palm to continue rubbing your clit.

"Come on, baby. I know you can come more than once." You blush again, but what he's doing with his hand distracts you. You feel the blood rush to your core and you know you won't last much longer. He reaches over and teases your nipples with his other hand as he finger-fucks you. Your chest is heaving as your orgasm gets closer and closer. You'll never get over how he can bring you to a climax with just one hand.

"Ah, ah, Elvis, yes!" You moan loudly as you come on his hand. He smiles as your walls pulse and throb around his fingers. He pulls his hand away and stands up, removing his silk shirt, boots, belt, and pants in that order. Sinking into the tub across from you, he puts his hands under your arms and drags you into his lap.

"My turn, honey." You nod and straddle his lap, pushing his cock into you as you drop slowly into his lap. He groans and leans his head back against the wall. "Yes, that's my good girl."

You roll your hips on him, the water brushing against your already-sensitive clit as you fuck him. You've never done it in the water like this before and the sensation is overwhelmingly pleasurable. He starts with both hands on your hips guiding your movements, but he moves them to cup your breasts as you continue to ride him. His hands move around to your back and they're big enough to cover all of you as he pulls you close to him and kisses your neck and chest.

"This is what I needed." You moan as you grind on him.

"I know, baby. Why do you think I'm here?" You lean in and kiss him fully on the mouth.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, honey." The whole time, you're fucking him deeply. "Goddamn, I missed this."

He reaches up and puts a stray chunk of hair behind your ear and kisses you gently.

"I wanna fuck you harder. Let's get out." He pats your bottom to indicate that you should get up. You do and he follows you, rock hard cock bouncing with every movement. He dries himself and you quickly with a plush black towel and then scoops you into his arms to carry you into the bedroom. When you get there, he half-tosses you onto the bed and crawls on top of you.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?"

"Yes, God, yes!" He lines himself up with you and pushes into you fully. You moan loudly together and he picks up a steady rhythm of pounding into you. In the bathtub your pace was gentle but now he's making up for all the nights when he couldn't drive into you like he wanted to. He slams his hips into yours passionately, watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. You're both moving fast into an orgasm and yours hits you like a freight train just as he pounds into you deeply.

"Yes! Y/n, yes baby, fuck!" You feel his warmth spill into you and you shudder and pulse around him as he comes. He kisses your shoulder and your lips and then rolls off of you sweating and breathing heavily.

"Goddamn, honey, I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." You roll over and lay your hand on his chest. He grabs it and kisses your fingers.

"Obviously..." You pull your hand back to cover your face and he laughs again.

"Baby, please. You really don't need to be embarrassed. I did it last night after you went to sleep." You uncover your face and sit up a bit.

"You did?!"

"You really think I needed a shower at 3am?"

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You were sleeping so good. I didn't want to bother you."

"Please, bother me next time." He smiles and kisses your fingers again.

"I'm just sayin'. You shouldn't be embarrassed. But next time I'll wake you up. Save both of our hands some trouble." This time you laugh with him.

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, doll. I promise not to neglect you again."

"I can't promise I won't spend some time in the bathtub again."

"I should hope not. You've given me a whole new scene to replay when I'm in the shower." You shove him gently and he laughs again and pulls you close.

This was exactly what you needed. Thank God he decided to come home early. Even if he did happen to catch you...

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