Omg YES I WANT U PLEASE HSJDBDJA

omg— YES I WANT U PLEASE HSJDBDJA

ahem.

anyway.

😇

₊˚⊹♡ HOOK, LINE AND SINKER.

" 𝐇𝐌𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 very patient, are you? Seems like a virtue I'll have to teach you."

A whine sits high in your throat and you have to swallow several times in order to keep quiet, watching through a heavy lidded gaze as Zayne once again aligns his pool cue with the ball. You should be embarrassed by your current position, ashamed that you had managed to get yourself pinned down like this, but the mere sinful sight of him is enough to make you wish you could clench your thighs together.

What was supposed to be a simple lesson in pool had unfolded into a shameless display of debauchery. Zayne was testing your patience and you were testing his self control.

The clink of a ball hitting the surface of another reels your thoughts back to the present moment and you bite down hard on your bottom lip when you meet Zayne's gaze. He hardly looked like the man you knew — respected doctor, known colleague and close friend. If anything he looked like a predator ready to pounce at its prey, hazel eyes darkened by black rings around his irises and black strands of hair brushing across his brows.

He blows out a hot breath where he's still nestled between your thighs and you whimper, the sensitive skin there responding nicely, drawing out just the reaction he wanted. He wanted to rile you up, wind you up tight until you'd tremble and break down from nothing more than a simple touch.

Ever so slowly he lowers his head until his mouth ghosts over your clothed cunt, taking a sinful inhale before a sly smile spreads across his lips. "She's quivering," he whispers and you can feel every single syllable against your skin. Your clit throbs and your nails dig into the worsted wool beneath you, anchoring you to nothing. Your panties are far beyond ruined by now, stained with silky evidence of how badly you needed him to do something, anything.

"You're dripping, sweet girl. And I haven't even touched you yet..." A breath, a chuckle that hums underneath your heated skin. "Is that how bad you want me?"

The sound of his breathy laugh is enough to make you tilt your hips up, chasing those honeyed lips that spoke so many vulgar phrases, pouting at him. With ease he pushes you back down with a gloved hand before he murmurs, "Too bad. I have four more balls to sink."

AWWW ZAYNE AND SYLUSSS 🤭🤭

Love and Deepspace as text posts pt 1/?

idk i saw these tweets and thought of these gorgeous men 😍

𝕲𝖊𝖙𝖔 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚

➸ Destress Monk Geto

Scenario:

Suguru sighed as he stepped into his dimly lit apartment, the day’s stress clinging to him like a second skin. Dealing with non-sorcerers always left him feeling drained and irritable. He has always loathed those damn monkeys, always creating problems and being useless. Tonight was no different. As he closed the door, he noticed Kurena sitting on the sofa in the living room, a soft smile on their lips. They had been close since high school, and their presence was one of the few comforts in his life. They became even more close when Kurena followed him, despite the consequences of being targeted. Yet, he remained unaware of the depth of their feelings for him. “You’re back,” {{user}} said, their voice gentle. “You look exhausted, Suguru.” He gave a tired nod, running a hand through his hair. “It’s been a long day dealing with monkeys.”

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ahH PLEASE- THIS IS JUST FEEDING MY GROWING OBSESSION OVER HIM 😭

tw: kento x female reader, breeding, kitchen sex (because when is that not hot?), kento speaking his mind (yeah it’s filthy 🫦)

Kento found you in the kitchen, guided to you by the sweet lilt of the tune you were absently humming. He loosened the knot of his tie and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, exposing the corded muscles in his forearms.

Everything was right with the world once he had returned to your warm presence. Nothing could sour his mood now that he was home, and he watched from the doorway as you prepared cookies for baking, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and his cock twitching to life.

It was amazing how the tiredness, that only moments ago had pressed against his eyes, lifted as he admired your figure. The summer dress that showed off the plush of your thighs and thin straps that would be far too easy to push down to reveal your beautiful breasts.

You really were perfect for him. Nanami knew you would be a wonderful mother, but that thought startled him as he had not thought himself ready for such responsibility—not yet.

… but maybe?

How could he deny the pleasure thrumming through his body when he thought of you round with his child? His cock strained painfully against his expensive tailored trousers and a sudden tightness forced his balls to draw up, ready and aching.

It only took three strides and he was behind you. You startled with a high-pitched yelp at his unexpectedly sudden presence, jumping in the heat of his body as he crowded you against the counter without uttering a single word. His strong capable hands made hasty work of pressing beneath your dress to find the waist of your underwear, tugging them down until they pooled around your bare feet on the floor.

“Kento!” you giggled, slapping playfully at his hands, but he was not to be dissuaded and you weren’t really putting up any resistance. There was an urgency that surrounded him—thick and consuming. The air seemed to ripple with tiny vibrations that had not been there moments earlier and you eased into the sensations like sinking into a perfectly hot bath.

His strong forearms flexed as he pawed and massaged your breasts through the thin material of your dress, pinching at your budding nipples until you were fervently grinding against his prominent erection.

You barely had time to draw breath as the sound of his belt being unbuckled was followed by the drag of metal teeth being eased apart. Kento’s cologne enveloped your senses, the familiar warm notes tickling your nose and had you reaching back a hand to thread your fingers through his perfectly parted hair. Your toes curl against the tiled floor, expectation bubbling low and hot in your belly.

“I’m a lucky man,” he murmured into the soft curve of your neck. His lips left wet spots in a pattern only known to him, sucking marks that he would later finger and examine with that faint little smile that never failed to make your heart stutter in your chest.

“Then I’m a lucky woman,” you countered, ending on a gasp when the straps of your dress eased off your shoulders and fell to your elbows.

Kento hummed. His brain couldn’t stop conjuring the image of you growing with his seed, of the glow that would accompany such a venture and the flutter of kicks he would feel when laying his palms over your stomach. You stilled; the gears in your head whirring when he touched your belly and his hips rutted forward to saw the thick impression of his cock through the cleft of your backside.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. That’s it… good girl.”

The skirt of your dress lifted to reveal your bare behind, forcing you to brace a hand atop the counter and you twisted your head to watch as he pulled the weight of his cock free from his underwear, purple and leaking fat pearls of precum. Your mouth watered, jaw falling slack when his fingers trailed the length of your slit, thumb rubbing gentle circles atop your throbbing clit. Kento pumped his impressive length, once twice, but he was more than ready to be accepted by your body.

The height difference made it a little awkward but Kento was a man on a mission, widening his stance and bending his knees until he notched at the flexing entrance of your cunt and pushed in on a grunt of exaltation. A shudder rippled down his spine, his teeth set whilst he fought the primal urge to let go immediately. He was wound nearly to breaking point with the need to pump his load into you and keep it there, but the fraying strands of his manners persisted.

Your toes barely touched the floor as he forced you to bend against the counter, your face right next to the sheet of cookies you had been ready to bake. The stretch of his girth made you hiss and writhe like a snake but he held you firm until he could bottom out and soothe the burning need you both felt.

Kento was still, his chest heaved as he fought down the urge to pound you stupid until your cunt was drooling on the floor and saliva pooled from your mouth.

“I think it’s about time I bred this sweet little pussy. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Kento!”

He threw back his head; the rhythmic clench of your velvet walls betraying the shock of your voice. He smiled into your hair, kneading the fat of your breasts with rough hands and pistoned his hips harder and faster.

“Mm, I thought so. Let’s see how many loads you can take tonight. Then we can start all over again in the morning…”

Satoru really living every fans dream 🤩😔 HAHAHHSSHSA

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Should I also make bots for Janitor AI? I feel like it'll be fun with no filter blocking...

If I do start making bots for Janitor AI, don't worry - I ain't abandoning Character AI HEHE <3