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moondirti · 8 months

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DEE IK THIS IS SO OFF THE BAT BUT IMAGINE RIDING MIGUEL’S ABS??!;!;?:?:? WHATS UR CRUMB ON THAT BCS IM LITERALLY ASCENDING INTO HEAVEN JUST BY THE THOUGHT OF IT😩☝🏼

SUMMARY: after the events of DOUBLE RAPTURE, we follow Mig back home and explore his less than ideal relationship with his world's version of you.

explicit (18+) | 1.5k words

part one / can be read as a standalone! WARNINGS: smut, ab-riding, handjobs, codependant relationships, submissive (?) miguel, ANGST, fear of commitment (on the reader's part), implied parental issues, drinking, anxious/avoidant attachment styles NOTES: did this take me forever to respond to? yes. have i been thinking about it every day since i received it? also yes. please have a little drabble as a sweet treat for your genius mind, anon. sorry i took it too far

This is how it is with Miguel.

Buttressed on a leather couch that isn't so much leather anymore, but cotton dotted with the flakes of black suede that've managed to hold on through the years since you bought it. It's old, unstable – somewhat an apt metaphor for your relationship to the man – and stands situated across a television with no cable. He shows up at your door on any unannounced night, where for once you wish he'd catch you with plans pre-made, and intrudes on your vain attempt to connect the old screen to your neighbour's internet.

And it's ironic that you should end up watching dated cartoons anyway, stuck inside your apartment that is a fraction the size of his, because he always opens on some variation of the same line – the very thing that woo'd you all those years ago, when you were younger and prone to any man's charm:

What's a pretty thing like you do in a place like this?

It's dark outside – night-worn inhibition being one of the main constituents to poor decision making – and his skin gleams golden in the dim lamp light. You can't refuse him for all your rationale on why, so he comes in and you pour a strong drink whose hangover tomorrow will take precedence over your guilt. He drinks too, perhaps to make your eventual rejection easier, and the two of you make-out on that tumbledown couch until your lips turn blue.

Sometimes, he comes up for air – only when he gathers enough courage to break away from you – to whisper filthy nothings and little promises on the shell of your ear. Neither are empty, you know. Miguel’s good at making good of every word when it comes to you. The push and pull gets to him, fuels his gears until he’s pouring proper work into making you happy. From what you can physically face – gonna have you creaming on my cock, cariño – to prospects that remain ever-frightening – wanna stay like this forever, you on my lap, sharing our home.

You’ve never had a reference to ‘our’. Commitment remains a fickle thing for you, instilled by parents who didn’t have the mind to give it. He knows as much, but you don’t think he understands just what keeps you around regardless. What keeps you at the door, waiting for an acknowledged three-knuckle knock. None of the in betweens, flowers, nor the heights you reach spread-eagled underneath him. It’s always just been exactly that – his return, done every time without fail.

(And there’s the ever-negging fear that one day he’ll grow sick of the cycle.

On one hand, you hope he does. It hurts him more than it does you, and you hate to watch him leave. Yet on the other, more volatile hand – you pray he fucks you so well you forget your reserve, that he breeds and carries you away from this hole you’ve dug yourself in.)

For now, though–

For now, you lift the shirt off his frame. He’s let his chest-hair grow since you met him last, and if you strain to remember, he’s gotten bulkier. Abs more pronounced, with pecs that bounce when you graze your nails down his side. It’s refined, a look that makes him appear older. You swoop down to lick his neck, moaning hotly once you reach his mouth.

“You been working out, Mig?”

“For you, hermosa. Figured you’d like me better like this.” He groans, kneading the flesh of your thighs. His fingers dip into the waistband of your underwear, snapping it on your skin in an explicit plea to take it off.

“And who told you that?” You say, acquiescing, working the lacey strip off your hips. Your cunt sucks at it, belligerent in letting go now that it’s soaked the fabric through.

“A couple I met. They remind me of us.” His head follows yours when you draw away from an attempted kiss. It’s unintentional, done to stand off and strip completely, yet his reaction to it sends little tremors of pleasure to your core. “Of what we could be.”

“Shhhh.” Once you’re completely bare, tits freed from your tank top, you straddle him again, a little higher this time. His waist is cinched enough to allow you to do so with little fuss, tendons at the top of your thighs aching only slightly. “Make me feel good, please.”

“Of course.”

His thumb presses down on your swollen clit, holding it in place while you arch your back and trap it underneath you – sandwiching it between your mound and his midriff. The pressure is electric, charged to fervency, buzzing as it lights every nerve ending from your waist below. And three thrusts forth and back see to it that he’s slick, lubed with the juices that gradually seep from your needy slit.

The sight, the sensations, the thought that he’s putting effort outside of this room for you – they all make you exceedingly weak. Your legs wobble, practically jello, spine made out of sand and unable to support you fully. Miguel stays firm, one large paw squeezing your breast and the other at your pelvis. You’d ask him to help, to move you against him until you see stars, but a stone lodges in your throat and prevents the words from finding clarity.

It’s guilt, of that you’re familiar, but for a number of things; the fact that he would help you seek pleasure in spite of his own – his erection left abandoned under the confines of his pants. The idea of desecrating his hard work, those muscles made pronounced, with your filth without fully appreciating it first. For everything, everything, and it’s so crushing that you stop moving altogether.

“No, no. C’mon, pretty. Keep going.” He begs, pelvis thrusting up with need. You shove your arm behind you, seeking out the zipper keeping him from you, palming his hard length with clumsy assurance “Don’t worry about me. Wanna feel you cum on my abs. Gonna lick you clean after. We have forever if you’d let me. There’s no rush.”

No rush. It’s far from the typical Miguel sentiment, and you blink in perplexed contemplation. But he just grins, brows knitting up with reverence.

“Did these people also teach you to take your time?” You struggle to say patience, because he’s always been patient with you.

“Something along the lines.” He mutters, suddenly sheepish. His fangs always intrude when his tone is quiet, like they’re intentionally making him difficult to understand. He knows he’s special to you when you try to decipher it nonetheless.

“Don’t be making me jealous, now.” You taunt, dipping to bite his lip. It’s fun to pull up, up, until he whines and shoves you harder onto him. Achingly empty and close to cumming on his abdomen alone. Slowly, you start to gyrate again, riding unrelenting sinew. And in the meanwhile, you manage to get his zipper undone, sneaking your hand beneath his briefs.

“I’ll explain lat… later, p-promise.”

“I don’t doubt it. F-Fuck,” Somehow, the pleasure is simultaneously heavenly and not enough, this little game you decided to engage in tiptoeing the line. He’s good even when he isn’t trying, just laying there, pinching pebbled nipples with enough callousness that it aches in the best way. On your first date – which wasn’t really a date, but a happenstance meeting at your father’s shady bar – he’d been hesitant to hurt you like you wanted. The best he could do was pepper your neck with sore hickeys, pocketed in the back alley, touch kinder than any you’d experienced before. “Oh my god.”

“Y-You’re so soft. My gorgeous girl. So soft and… and pretty when you do that.”

“Mig.” You wail, useless in properly pumping his pulsing cock. It’s all you can do to palm the head, smearing prespend all over his velvet tip. And it’s hard, like smelted iron, throbbing hot and heavy. It’s been so long since you’ve had it in you that you’re sure it’ll take some effort to fit. The abstraction fills you with desperation so poignant that you start moving faster, rougher, seeking an end where you’re stuffed full yet doing nothing to actually achieve it.

That is, until–

“What do you need?” He asks.

Your hole clenches. Your guts knot together. Your orgasm gathers, full and sloshing wet, trapped behind the wall he’s been breaking down since his arrival.

“You!” You finally admit. “You.” Softer.

And when you cum, soaking his middle with shameless indulgence, all he does is flip you over to settle beneath him. The couch rocks with the sudden upheaval, threatening collapse, so he keeps a firm hold of your shoulders, kneeling between your quivering thighs. His breadth bobs from over his pants – you don’t recall taking it out – purple with restrained pain and just waiting for your cue to allow him entry.

“I’ve got you, cariño.” Miguel hums, positioning himself onto the divet of your cunt when you give a frail nod. “I’ve got you.”

And you know, of course you do. He’s never backed away from a promise before. Because that is how it is with Miguel.

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witheringwidgetwrites · 6 months

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Imagine being able to make levi cum just through praising him and giving him little kisses

He would die. The feeling of your hot breath on Leviathan's neck, giving him gentle pecks and soft licks, he would lose it! Boy is absolutely unable to control himself.

He grunts and whimpers everytime some sort of praise leaves your mouth, "you're doing so good Levi, just like that for me baby."

"Keep going, you look so cute like this Levi."

"I want you to cum for me, Levi, you're so cute when you cum just for me."

Keep talking and you'll have him shooting blanks.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me thirts #leviathan thirsts #leviathan smut #obey me smut #obey me x reader #leviathan x reader

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svgvru · 7 months

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✮ THINKING ABOUT THAT BITCH NAOYA! that annoying little asshole who refuses to respect your sister. as the heir to one of the four families, meetings must occur. and unfortunately, that man has to attend most of them. you and your sister sat respectively next to your sister, half-listening to whatever the old people were discussing. the topic of heirs ("somehow") came up, and of course, the sexust asshole had a problem with your older sister being the first in line. he would not shut his mouth, so perhaps you would have to shut it.

when you threatened him, he took it as a joke. he did, there's no way you would attack a member of the zenin family and cause strain to the relationships. and technically speaking, you didn't attack him. although, you did covince him that if you make him cum, he would have to stop harrassing your sister. he was very confident you wouldn't be able to do anything, well, until you put him in that humiliating pink skirt and got him to cum twice with just your fingers. it was gratifying to see his eyes red from crying, and his stomach white from his own cum.

it funny how he thought you would stop once you made him cum twice, then you pulled out your cock and more tears welled in his eyes and fell. the panties you forced on him were pushed to the side as you slipped your cock in him. he was ashamed how good it felt, how he squeezed your cock when he felt it, silently begging for it not to leave. the moans he failed to cover were humiliating. and suddenly, he was respectful to your sister.

maybe you should do this more often, completely fuck that attitude out of him, yeah?

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heartsiez · 2 years

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WARDROPE MISHAP

you see them shirtless/they see you shirtless

⌗ childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

⌗ fluff, crack and very suggestive

modern au i think...

— ajax

"hey, have you seen my outfit?" ajax shouted out to you from the bedroom. you sighed, resting your book down on the couch next to you. "no, for the second time i haven't."

yesterday he had lost his outfit, which meant he couldn't go to work since his other outfits would, in his words, 'distract his fellow co-workers'. obviously you thought he was just being dramatic but when you went to see them... yeah. there was no way other people but you, would be seeing him like that.

"oh, then should i try wear my other outfits? maybe i'd even get a promotion." you could feel his sly smirk from through the walls to which you scowled. "just.. have another day off and go shopping to buy a new one." you offered the idea.

"no, nevermind. i think i found something better." he spoke normally, the voice only just making its way through the thick walls. "show me after you've gotten into it. i don't trust you." you eyed the closed bedroom door you saw from your view.

you heard a sound of agreement and went to pick your book back up, but not even a line into it and you heard the door opening. you could sense him in front of you and you placed the book back down again. "that was qui—..." your voice trailed off as you took in the view.

ajax was leaning against the wall in front of you with his arms crossed, and no. shirt. on. your mouth stayed agape while you kept staring, refusing to take your eyes off the godly sight laid upon you. you could see him smirking at you but you weren't even mad. his body was making up for it. did he always have such rock hard abs?

"take a picture while it lasts." he shrugged, straightening his position on the wall. you shut your mouth, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “you..." you spoke, trying form your words. "you should put some clothes on." you cleared your throat, fighting to get out of your trance.

you grabbed the blanket that was laid on the couch and brought it and yourself over to him. you wrapped the blanket around him, moving away. "put some clothes on, its cold, you know." you averted your eyes from his torso. god, his abs were to die for. how was he so perfect? how were you blessed with such a toned body?

"hm, your gazes are very subtle..." ajax spoke sarcastically as it only hit you that you failed at removing your eyes from him once again. "well... well this is your fault. i know what you're trying to do." you glared at him trying to turn the tables. "oh? and what am i trying to do?" he asked, dropping the blanket onto you instead.

"you're trying to tease me with," you gestured to his naked body. "with all of that." it took you your all to not touch him. god, could he just pound you down already? "so you're saying just because i have no shirt on, i'm trying to fuck?" he acted shocked, raising his eyebrows.

you frowned. "what? what? don't twist my words, i never said you're 'trying to fuck' i just said... i just said that... that uhm," your brain was twisting up as you tried to think of what you said earlier, but you just couldn't remember. ajax let out the laugh that you loved, but also hated because he only did that laugh when he'd successfully riled you up.

"calm down, i know what you said. i'm only teasing you." he gave you a soft smile, pulling you in to embrace you. this was meant to be a sweet moment but you couldn't help but want him to be embracing you like this in a different situation.

ajax knew what you were trying to do as you began pressing yourself up against him. "hey," he spoke grabbing your attention. you looked to him and raised an eyebrow. he pulled the blanket that was wrapped around your neck to pull your face closer to his, before he claimed your lips. you instantly kissed back, running your hands through his hair. ajax moved his arms to your back, the blanket sliding off you to the floor as his hands glided under your shirt.

he moved you against the wall, your mouths sloppily moving against one another as you both wanted all that was offered in between you two. your hands moved down to his torso, pawing at his toned body. he placed his leg up against your crotch, making you gasp giving him an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

you whined as he moved his leg away from you, reminiscing about when he'd next give you that pressure you oh so wanted. ajax pulled away from you, giving you a quick kiss before glazing your shirt off of your body. you turned your face away, flushing from the embarrassment of you being exposed. he grabbed your jaw and placed his lips back onto you, fondling with your pants as you moved away. "you're not going to work anymore, are you?" you panted with your eyes heavy, looking at your lover with want.

"what do you think?" he replied back with a teasing smile as he moved his hands down to your lower body.

— scaramouche

he sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone while you played around in your closet with a frown. "baby, do you know where my favourite shirt is? i can't find it." you asked looking at him.

he paid you no mind as he shrugged. "just wear another one, i don't know." he mumbled out. you rolled your eyes as you focused your gaze back onto the clothes in front of you. "i need my favourite shirt, not another one. this is an important event we're going to." you spoke out remembering that he wasn't even dressed up. he looked like he was dressed for home.

he looked up to you, placing his phone down next to him. "well, i don't know what you want me to do about it." scara crossed his arms. you picked a random shirt out in front of you and threw it at him. "is this one good?" you asked as he raised the shirt up in front of him to take a better look. he snickered and tossed it to the floor. "if you're trying to look like a fucking toddler, then yeah, sure."

you glared. "you have cool looking shirts, could i borrow one?" you walked up to him and placed your hands on his shoulders. "sure," he eyed you down. "go for it. though, they're not really for going out things." he reminded you.

"doesn't matter. you're not dressed up so it'll be okay if i'm not." you browsed through his items of clothing before picking out one you liked. "could you hold this?" your passed it to him before he could even answer. you slowly peeled off your shirt in front of him, not even noticing the way your boyfriends eyes stuck to you.

oh god, you were beautiful. how had he never thought about how good you looked? he'd seen you like this so many times, even with lesser clothing, but he never took a good look. how could someone be this heavenly? honestly, he just wanted to take you right then and there. who cares about the stupid event?

"...ara? scara! are you there?" he was stuck in his thoughts that he didn't even realise you calling his name. "yeah.. yeah. need something?" he feigned a frown at you. "yes, actually." you did a grabbing motion with your hand towards the shirt he was holding. "oh, right." he quickly passed the shirt over to you, moving himself back over to the bed to sit down.

you hadn't put on the shirt just yet, but instead you were gazing over at your lover. you weren't stupid, you knew he was staring at you. you could almost feel the stare that was shot into your torso by him. if his eyes were knives, your body would’ve been shredded by now. scaramouche caught your stare and tried to act annoyed while fighting the distraction of your body. "need something?" he vaguely asked, picking up his phone to distract his eyes with something else.

"i'm not dumb you know," you dropped the shirt that you were holding to the ground. "far from it actually." you shrugged, a small smile claiming your face. he clutched his phone a little tighter, gnawing on his lips. "what do you mean?"

"i mean, i know your were staring at me." you moved closer to scaramouches position on the bed. "i wasn't staring." he defended himself. "theres nothing there that impresses me." he lied, moving his phone to cover you so he didn't look. "oh? nothing that impresses you huh," you raised an eyebrow. "then maybe i should go find somebody else that does get impressed by me—"

"no." he swiftly replied, moving his phone to glare at you. "don't even think about it." he scowled at the idea, frustration visible on his face. "well, if it doesn't impress you, shouldn't i go find someone who it does impress? no point in being with someone who doesn't find me impressive." you gave a teasing pout, trying to bite back a laugh at his reaction. obviously, you'd never find someone else. you loved him too much, and he knew that too. but still, even knowing you're just teasing him, the idea still irritates him.

"it.. it does impress me. a lot." he admits, trying to move his face from your sight so you couldn't see his flustered face. you walked over to him, laying him down on the bed with a smile. he started fidgeting under your gaze, waiting for you to do something. these looks you gave him always made him nervous. usually he could tell what you were thinking just by looking at you, but in these situations he could never expect what comes next.

"i know it impresses you baby," you smushed his cheeks together, forcing his head to look at you. "i know it does." you whispered before clashing your lips together. he tensed first, he didn't expect for it to be that quick, but he soon relaxed and blended into you. he gripped onto your back, moving his hand over whatever he could. he loved every part of you, though he'd never admit it due to ego reasons.

moving your hand up his shirt, you caressed his stomach. he wasn't muscled up or had any abs, he had a slim, toned figure that you absolutely melted over. you swore he was created by some god above. you started moving your hand up further, pinching and playing with his nipples making him whine and wrap his legs around your waist.

the kiss turned messy, all tongue and lip. though, he loved these kisses. he didn't care if it was dirty, he just wanted to taste every part of you, he'd do it every day if he could.

you smirked into the kiss, pulling away but he trailed after you. you moved him back down on the bed, lifting his shirt up a bit to trail your kisses down lower, lower and lower. "n— not yet.." he gave a lustful gaze to you. "hm? what do you mean?" you moved up to kiss his neck. "fuck.. i want this to last.. mmh!— l- last longer.." he mumbled out, trying to cover up his sweet noises.

you smiled, moving down to grab onto the bottom of shirt. "then lets get even, okay baby?"

⌗ this is so fucking short i am sobbing. i’ve never written ‘suggestive’ or ‘smut’ related things before so i am SO SORRY if this turned out a total shit show 💀

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tigerdream42 · 7 months

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Thinking about getting railed by Ghostface on Halloween night. His body on mine, his gloved hand muffling my moans. His voice whispering quiet praise while he fucks me senseless. I want Ghostface to rail me on Halloween so goddamn bad.

#slasher thirt #slasher fucker #ghostface #slashers #scream movie #ghostface rail me #ghostface thirst

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scavengerssuccotash · 4 months

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What is it about an all black ensemble that makes me so feral?

#clint barton #jeremy renner #turtle neck is doing it for me ngl #he’s already fuckable but god damn does he look absolutely scrumptious in all black #thirt post #personal

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archer-fb · 8 months

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Bratty Tengen my beloved. How about some more punishment for him? "Ah! F-fuck..." Tengen let out a cry as he was struck with the crop again, the sound hashira having, yet again, defied the simple orders you gave him. His cock was hard, and oozing with pre, aching to be touched. "How many was that, Uzui?" You asked coldly, weaponizing his last name. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this, so you decided to not simply degrade him like normal. He'd enjoy it too much. "I-I lost count. 'M'sorry, I-" Smack! "Ah!" "You stupid slut. Start again. Count out ten." You hissed, venom lacing your voice. "This has been the third time you've lost count. We're not even halfway through this punishment. When I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but a fucking cock hungry whore!" Tengen moaned at the notion, his cock twitching with need. He cried out again. "O-One!" He rasped out before he was struck again, a loud cry of your name leaving him. Your thigh felt wet. "Did you just cum?" You asked, glaring at the silver haired man, teary magenta eyes returning your gaze as he panted. "I-I'm sorry, 'm so sorry, d-did- didn't mean to- SHIT!" Tengen nearly screamed feeling his ass being struck by your palm this time. A whine leaving his chest afterwards as he began to shake slightly, struggling to keep himself propped up across your lap. "I can't get anything drilled into you, can I? You little brat. Fucking masochistic slut, get on your fucking knees, you're not leaving this room until I say you can, got that?" "Y-Yes, master..." Tengen spoke, breathing ragged and cock hard as he got down in front of you, legs tucked under his reddened cheeks. He loved this treatment, you and him both knew this. You truly just indulge each other. "Do you remember the safeword?" You asked sweetly, looking at him, worried you may have overstepped. "Yeah, I do. We're good to keep going." He replied, voice hoarse, but laced with love. "Good." You hummed, standing over him and looking down at him as your eyes gained that darkened glare that sent chills down his spine. "Make your mouth more useful then." -🍶 P.S. Sorry I felt soft at the end.

ima continue this cause yes

"mmm such a good boy for me~ making your master feel so good. but are you ready to not be a brat? i don't think that was enough for mt fully forgive you..." you say to him.

"i-i'm sorry! I really am, please master. what can i do to have you forgive me? i'll do anything, please, please just forgive me!" he begs

"oh? anything you say? i think i have a few thing in mind, love~"

@glitchtricks94 you wanted me to tag you <3. but anon you just helped me get out of writers block

#🏹 archer loves you #🍶 <333 #🏹 thirts #tengen x reader #sub tengen #kny

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solomiracle · 10 months

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simeon who makes cooking fabsnaps but half of his followers just think he’s really hot vs solomon who made one (1) cooking fabsnap and his account was banned for disturbing imagery

#simeon could make those food prep thirt traps #but like actually good ones #bc i saw one #where the guy was just being normal with the food #and then he bent over. to put them in the oven :)#like that's simeon #i need to shut up #simeon #solomon #sol #rambles #from me #obey me

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coppercocaine · 1 year

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did you miss me?

#my body #mirror selfie #red light #thick thighs save lives #curvalicious #cute tummy #:)#thirts trappin

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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dumb.

in which hq men dumbify their s/o.

warnings: NSFW, minors dni <3 dumbification, dom!character x sub reader, size kink (kinda), daddy mention (suna), kinda bratty reader (ushi), afab!reader.

NSFW after the cut <3

m. atsumu <3

he’s been fucking your messy cunt for what felt like hours, and all you’ve ever been able to say is ‘please ‘tsumie’ until your stupid little cunt would drool for him again, then it was ‘cu-cumming’. he’s not sure how he managed to get you to this point, but he’s more than proud of being able to last this long. with each whimper—tsumie—he feels his abdomen tighten, cock twitching inside your gummy walls at the name. you’ve only ever whimpered such a title when he’s got you like this, cheeks flushed and damp with your salty tears, pussy throbbing around him. sweat collected along your hairline and your eyes crossed from pleasure, body overheating from the overflow of ecstasy. his beautiful, bratty girl whimpering nothing but broken sentences below him has his throat closing up, feels like he can’t breathe you’re so tight around him. he’s loves when you’re cockdrunk, brain dumping all vocabulary to save room for the feeling of his cock dragging along your sweet walls. he thinks his cock’s imprinted in your silly little brain, and with another tsumie, he’s certain that’s where it’ll stay.

u.wakatoshi <3

toshi’s large in every sense of the word, yet you insist on minial prep before sinking onto his fat cock. every time he scolds you, “remember last time, dear”, and every time you swat his hand away from your clit the moment your second orgasm from his fingers washes over you. the exacerbated sighs that leave your lips when you’re determined makes him chuckle because knows this will be exactly like before. in this moment, he was correct. like before, you’d used every braincell in that cute little noggin of yours to concentrate on sheathing his fat cock inside you. by the time the base of his girthy cock met your pelvis, you’d expended all energy and your brain had been turned to mush. the act of sinking down onto his length had a weak orgasm racing through you, cunt struggling to squeeze properly around him. he grunts at the feel of your wasted orgasm, wincing at just how tight the fit was between you. you’re babbling now, begging for something despite how full you already are. to appease you, his precious girl, he snaps his hips upward and forcing a whine from your lips. he thinks that’ll silence your incessant babbling, but he’s wrong as your dazed eyes focus on his own, unintelligible begging for more falling from your lips.

s.rintaro <3

suna’s entire world halts when he hears the beginnings of an unintelligible, overstimulated babble. usually you start with a single whimpered daddy as he’s pressing your little pink vibrator against your clit for the fourth time. his eyes—once focused on the junction between the two bodies—shoot up to watch your fucked out features, glinting with amusement. he knows he’s got you, knows that his cock is like a broken record occupying all your thoughts. he drags his cock lazily in your tight walls once more, rolling the vibrator along your clit as you weakly thrash beneath him. you’re babbling for some sort of relief, but the moment he pulls away the vibe he hears the sniffly tears on the verge of returning. you’re insatiable and bratty, too dumb to truly comprehend what you need. you’re begging for more, and he’s giving you every inch of him with unrelenting strength; you’re still unsatisfied. your mind’s fuzzy, eyes squeezed shut as another orgasm shutters through you. your body’s betraying you, thrashing to escape his calculated assault on your cunt; your mouth allows nothing but the dirtiest of whines and whimpers for more. “shh, baby. no need to fret, daddy’s gonna do all the thinkin’ for you”

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