Hoyo

😭hoyo

he’s the type to hold you by your hair while he’s hitting it hard from the back. what’s more is he’ll pause, smooth your tangled locks down, and check in with you (“you alright, darling?”). he’ll wait for your breathless “yes” before pulling you to him and kissing the crown of your head oh-so sweetly. . .just to tangle his fingers up against your scalp again and go right back to railing you <3

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osamu dazai, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, yukichi fukuzawa, michizo tachihara, nikolai gogol, tetcho suehiro; satoru gojo, KENTO NANAMI, choso kamo; TAKASHI MITSUYA, shinichiro sano, hakkai shiba; armin arlert, LEVI ACKERMAN, erwin smith, and any of your favs

pervert roommate kamo choso who gets jealous when you bring a guy over. he has no right to, he knows, but the feeling settles deep in his rib cage ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ྀི১ he angrily jerks off that night, your panties on his nose. you should be his, for fuck’s sake. he should be the one sucking your tits, fingers deep inside of you, not that guy who asked you to tutor him. he’s so mad he doesn’t even notice you peeking through the crack in his door :(

having signature jewlery that u always wear is very important i can’t explain it

men who get off to your possessiveness. who wrap their arms around your waist and bury their nose into the crook of your neck and tell you that you are the only one for them. who love it when you ride them once you get home. they just put their arms behind their head and enjoy the way you’re using them for your pleasure

haven’t used tumblr this year and holy moly! I’m so glad I found this first 😭❤️🤲🏽✨

rip my ribcage open (devour what’s truly yours)

zoro x f!reader

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warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

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