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IM CREAMING RIGHT NOW MY LADY BONER

its hard thoughts time bc im at work and fucking losing my mind over beomgyu.

im thinking so hard about jerking beomgyu off… like imagine sitting behind him and using your legs to hold his thighs open while you wrap an arm around him to hold his trembling frame as you pump his precum-leaking cock. you’d have no mercy because he was being such an annoying brat, and you know the best way to teach him how to shut up is to fuck him until he’s unable to speak.

he’d be so hard and you would just look down and be mesmerized by how his cock twitches violently at the swipes of your thumbpad over the swollen head of his cock. he would have such pornographic moans, him choking out broken words that don’t even make sense… not being able to decide if he wants to endure the electricity racking through his nerves because your pretty hand wrapped around his throbbing cock is just too fucking good or if he wants to cry out for you to stop.

his eyes would be half-lidded just watching your hand that’s coated in his cum work his cock in ways he could never imagine doing to himself. so fucked out and eyes zeroed in on your hand and how it squeezes just a little bit harder when it’s deliciously wrapped around his cockhead. watching his precum flow out around your rings was driving him insane, thighs twitching whenever the droplets would land at the base of his cock, the coolness sending shivers down his dainty, quivering thighs.

he would look so pretty, craning his neck to turn his head to meet your sinister eyes, his pretty puppy eyes shining with tears that will soon threaten to fall. just the sound of your hums has him screaming out pleas to let him finally give you the rest of his cum. it would be absolutely over for him when you lower your voice and move your mouth closer to his ear to send chills down his spine, “that’s right… mmmm… let it all go puppy…” and within seconds his red, aching cock would be twitching wildly, spurting his cum all over your hand and wrist, it pooling at the base, hisses and sharp yelps coming from the weak boy. it would be too good…

someone please send help. i am going insane

I'm gonna leave this here for personal reasons

GODDDDDDDD I NEED HIMMMAAAAAAAAAA

the eye squint….it is ROARING BRAH there’s real tears in my eyes i’ve never craved a man so badly

cw: degradation, thigh riding in front of the seijoh four, calling issei daddy, bunny as a pet name, issei slapping your ass & face, breath play [choking], little bit of hair pulling and some slight tears from the reader

pairing: matsukawa x afab!reader

wc: 500 ish

a/n: small drabble that's been sitting in my drafts rotting for literal months

You had just finished your nth drink of the night and you could certainly feel the alcohol running its course through your blood. All inhibitions are hanging on the smallest thread and you walk a dangerously thin line, evident by the way you shamelessly grind your soaked panties up and down Mattsun’s denim-clad thighs. You’ve completely drenched the thick fabric of his jeans.

“You know everyone is watching you hump my leg like a bitch in heat?” Issei’s tone is sharp like the sting you feel on your ass when he brings his palm down on it forcefully. The impact causes you to yelp and lurch forward, your forehead landing on his shoulder.

“Don’t care.” You murmur through your soft moans. The excitement of being watched by your closest friends only heightens your levels of pleasure.

“You’re getting off on the attention, aren’t you?” The question causes your face to darken a few shades of red and you’re too embarrassed to answer.

“Answer me.” This time, his hand meets your cheek and you look up into his dark brown eyes with tears in yours. They threaten to spill past your lash line; your glossy eyes only spur him on. When you hesitate to answer him a second time, his hand finds its way around the column of your throat and applies an ample amount of pressure to your pulse points. Your thighs clench, the lack of airflow makes you dizzy in the most delicious way.

“Y-yes.” You choke out.

“Yes, what?” And you feel his thick fingers squeeze harder, his patience only grows thinner.

“Yes, Daddy!” You squeal and he finally loosens up to relieve some pressure and you instantly feel the blood rushing to your head and you gasp deeply.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little too rough with them?” The voice is hoarse, and hard to hear over the music, but it could only belong to the one and only Iwaizumi Hajime by the caring nature of the question.

“Nah,” he responds in his usual nonchalant tone, “the little whore likes to be used like this.” His degrading words shoot heat straight to your core and pull at the tightening cord that you feel in your tummy.

“Don’t you, bunny?” He says as he beams down at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Mhm,” you nod, “I love it, Daddy.” You say shamelessly.

“Such a good plaything,” he praises as he uses the hand that was around your throat to pat your cheek twice, “don’t you guys think I have such a well-behaved slut?”The question is meant to be answered but when Mattsun’s ears are met with silence from the crowd he barks up again. “Aren’t they such a well-behaved slut?” His voice booms in your ear.

A chorus of agreements from the men are heard and Issei snakes his hand up your scalp, gathering all of your hair into his hand as he tugs the follicles slightly. You let a groan escape from your throat. You become hyper-aware of the eyes that bore holes all over your body, devouring your every move. You rock your hips, more erratic, chasing your high.

“G-gonna cum, gonna make a mess in my panties, Daddy.” You manage to say clear enough for the audience to hear.

“Go ahead, baby. Let them hear how pretty you sound when you cream.” His words trigger your orgasm. Your body wracks with intensity and you struggle to catch your breath as you ride out your climax.

“Can we do that thing we talked about?” You whisper into your boyfriend’s ear. He chuckles darkly before he answers you.

“Well, that’s all up to them,” he uses his head to gesture to the group sitting behind you, “isn’t it?”

“I guess so.” You reply almost excitedly.

“Go on, ask them.” Mattsun looks down on you with that demeaning and self-satisfied expression that he wears so well.

can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please 🥰

wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)

the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]

When you showed up at Toji’s door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.

It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasn’t it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasn’t got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that they’d sorted the whole situation out for him.

If he didn’t hate jujutsu society so much, he’d almost feel bad for you.

You’re clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Toji’s messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who you’ve pissed off to end up here.

As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.

Turns out, you’re . . . not quite just like him, but you’ve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but you’ve got no cursed energy, no technique – despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.

So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope you’ll bear Toji’s kid and it’ll have no technique to speak of itself, too – so both families can forget about you.

(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin – his family can’t forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)

He takes a sip of the glass of water he’s holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. You’re not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; you’re wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too – he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.

Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ‘compensated handsomely’ for handing over the kid’s education and raising to the clan--

Bullshit.

Toji’s about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. You’ve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.

A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Toji’s stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.

He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.

He knows you’ll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that you’ll be pliant and agreeable – and that you’ll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.

You’re seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you don’t know that he’s considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.

If he rejects you, what will your clan do?

You’re as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; you’re afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because there’s no way your family will want you back after even scum like Toji’s rejected you.

Would it be so bad?

He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way you’d feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.

Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and she’s bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.

“Alright,” he says, draining the glass. “Sure, sweetheart. We’ll get married.”

Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. You’re asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set that’s all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. You’re so . . . innocent. There’s no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until you’re tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--

Calloused fingers trail along your skin. You’re so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. “Ripe for the picking, ain’t ya?”

Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow – and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.

“What’re you—?” You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.

“Just lookin’ at the merchandise, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Wanna make sure you ain’t damaged, that’s all--”

“I—I’m not!” The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.

He didn’t think the Zenins would send you if you weren’t – they wouldn’t want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs – but it’s nice to hear your mouth confirm what he’s been suspecting and hoping is the truth.

“Aw, baby girl,” he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak – he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), “C’mon, it’s fine. I ain’t gonna hurt you--”

“M-Mr Zenin,” you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. You’re wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. “I—I know, but--”

He’s on the bed. He doesn’t miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs – he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.

Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together – he’s willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, he’d pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.

“Just call me Toji.”

“T-Toji—” Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you don’t know how to handle. He’s heard that note in women’s voice before; that desperate ‘I want to be touched, but I know I shouldn’t want it’ wobble. He’s been the cause of it more times than he can count.

“S’okay,” he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. “You’re savin’ yourself for marriage, yeah? We’ll get the papers signed in the mornin’, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--”

“I—” You’re a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. It’s adorable. “I shouldn’t, please, it’s only a few days--”

“You want to.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that there’s a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. “Don’t lie to yourself, angel.”

He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. It’s the first mark of him on you, but he knows it won’t be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little – and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.

“We’ll be married soon as,” he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And he’s so handsome, his touches gentle-- “You wanna be a good girl for me, right? S’just what a wife does for her husband, yeah?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and Toji grins at you. It’s a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.

He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance – he dances against your own. You’ve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what he’s doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.

The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji can’t help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows you’ll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.

“I’m gonna undress you now,” he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top you’re wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Toji’s flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.

He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.

“Responsive, ain’t ya?” He asks. “You’re adorable.”

You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--

“Ha,” he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. “Careful there, darlin’. You’re gonna soak right through the sheets.”

His mouth, again – kissing firmly against the wet patch on your underwear, his breath fiery hot. His mouth is solid enough that you feel the jolt that goes through you as his nose pushes against your clit, even through the cotton. Toji almost smirks at how much of a cliché the white cotton underwear trimmed with pale pink lace is, but the scent of you is too heady for him to want to do anything but bury his head between your thighs.

Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--

He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric – but really, he’s waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesn’t think it will be long – and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;

“Please, I –”

“Please, what, darlin’?” He asks you. “C’mon, you can use your words – no secrets from your husband, right?”

“I—” You’re so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. “P-please take my underwear off, I wanna--” You swallow. “W-wanna feel without it--”

“Aww, y’should’ve just said so,” Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.

He doesn’t bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.

(Doesn’t matter, anyway. While he’s home, you won’t be wearing underwear.)

You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing – and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? He’s got more shows of strength where that came from, don’t you worry.

He props up your knees with his hands and says;

“Wrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?”

You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Toji’s hungry eyes.

You’re already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that you’re nervous.

“Don’t worry,” he soothes you, again. He can’t help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows you’ll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks you’ll be a stretch. Not that that’s a bad thing. “I’m gonna open you up, darlin’, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” your voice is tremulous, soft – and sends a throb right to his cock. It’s been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position you’re in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.

But fuck it, he’s not gonna hurt you more than he has to if he’s really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.

Toji’s tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he can’t see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.

Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;

“Don’t pull too hard, I’m too young to be losin’ my hair--”

Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Toji’s mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isn’t a slut, but still does what her husband wants--

Toji’s not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like you’re a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--

And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

“What’d I say, huh?” He teases you. “Angel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--” He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. “Don’t look at me with that cute pout. You don’t know what it does to me.”

If he didn’t still need to stretch you out using his fingers, he’d take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy you’d been for him on his lips. But he’s still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner you’re able to take him, the better.

You’ve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.

Besides. He hadn’t finished what he was doing, and he thinks it’ll be easier to fuck you if you’ve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasn’t had all the attention it deserves. You’re being so cute, so well-behaved for him--

“Relax,” he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess he’s made of your slit. “This might sting a bit--”

One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and he’s able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.

“Good girl,” he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. “There we go,” he keeps talking to you, softly, like you’re a spooked animal. “’M gonna put the second one in, yeah? You’re takin’ it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?”

You babble something that he doesn’t care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This one’s a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or you’ll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath – but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they can’t twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures it’d be churlish to tell you off for it now.

He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.

“Third finger,” he tells you, his own throat dry. “Next time I fuck you with this one, you’ll feel my weddin’ ring--”

You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches – but you’re being so good for him, the most that’s coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.

He’s been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin – it’s no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.

You soak Toji’s fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.

He whistles, low and impressed. So you’re a squirter, huh? Toji doesn’t mind that at all. It’s not like he’ll be doing the laundry – and it’s kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess he’s made of your little virgin cunt--

“That’s it,” he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. “I think y’can take me now, sweetheart. Let’s get you comfy--”

He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. You’re man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows you’ve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.

Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he tells you, again. He doesn’t think he’s ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as he’s reassuring you; but then again, he’s never intended to marry one of his fucks before.

You, though – you’re so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like he’s the only man in the world--

It’s enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.

“You’re tired, yeah? I’ll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.”

He’s shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what he’s packing. Your eyes widen.

He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin who’s probably never seen a cock before, it’s obvious that Toji’s the real deal – you swallow, nervous, and whisper;

“I—what if it doesn’t fit--?”

(There’s a tremble of fear in there, that you’ve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you can’t take him, and now you’ve been utterly ruined.)

“Hey,” he says, all comforting and appeasing, “I ain’t hurt you yet, have I?” You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. “I’m gonna go slow with you, I promise.” He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. “Just keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I promise, it’ll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, don’t ya? I’ve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--”

He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before he’s able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours – and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you don’t make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust – he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.

“Good?” He asks, and you nod – and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until he’s settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.

His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; there’s the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if he’s big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where you’re joined.

He can’t fuck you vigorously – he thinks he’d fucking breakyou - but you’re tight enough that he’s getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.

“P-please,” you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. “W-want you to fuck me, Toji--”

Oh, fucking hell.

You’re perfect.

“I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. “Just lie there and take it for me--”

You do.

He doesn’t fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isn’t such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until you’re covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees – plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.

He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. You’re hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly – his fingers digging into your thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips.

He’s been hard for what seems like hours, so it’s no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train – it’s not like you’re going to shame him for coming quickly, you’ve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge – and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.

His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.

(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)

Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesn’t like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding it’s acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesn’t mind.

With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. He’s gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).

“How’s that, darlin?” He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. “Glad y’didn’t save it for marriage now, huh?”

Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Toji’s smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He can’t help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.

The two of you will fit even better in Toji’s bed, he thinks.

“We’ll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,” he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadn’t realised he was feeling.

He doesn’t want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice that’s still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;

“The other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasn’t kiddin’ about wantin’ to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlin’.”

“Show my face?… Negative.”

SIMON ’GHOST’ RILEY in CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE II (2022)

GAHHH! MICHI, MICHI, MICHI!!

i wasn't expecting this at all and this made my whole entire day! 😭💗 thank you so much!

@alucardownsmyass : My other sweet and spicy girl.

©️All the Mirrors Lie (ownership: Michi Tala)

•Manyari stands  in front of the full length body mirror.  She had been told it was quite old.  It didn’t matter antique or brand new, she feels mirrors always tell the truth.  And the truth reveals she is currently believing is her body is ugly.  Even her hair is seeming to betray her looks, she thinks.

•Alucard or Alu as Manyari calls him, comes into their shared living quarters.  It looks like a hurricane went through his Manyari’s clothing closet.  His molten red eyes now take in his precious girl, sighing loudly and holding up dresses.  Then her hands, in unison, fling the outfits to land in a heap.

•Alu knows she is listening to the old mirror and not his words on her beauty.  He knows it's time to change that attitude, in the only but best way: touching your body. 

All her curves and sensitive sweet spots.

•With his shadows, Alucard silently glides up behind his true love and significant other.  His white gloved hands, one slips around her hip and the other dips down her lacy bra.  The Unholy King finds her nipple already pebbling from her anticipation of his strong fingers going to play with her nipples.  He tilts his head to get a better angle to give a love nip.

•Manyari lets a gasp out from his touch. Then she sees her reflection in the mirror once more.

“Alu, how can you find me attractive?” she huffs.  “For a vampire, you need glasses I think…”

•Alucard’s answer is a low threatening growl, “My eyesight is exceptional and they show me that the mirror is lying to you…”  his right hand index finger bends, under Manyari. “Bucuriei mele (my joy) you know I would never lie to you.  Your modern media is a liar as much as that wretched mirror, if not worse."

•His fingers guide Manyari to spin slowly around to face the tall raven haired man.  His hellfire eyes show concern. Her pet name Ma yari, my joy, is his most important and treasured part in his life.  Vampire King isn’t going to let his Bucuriei mele feel less than a Queen.

“I shall show you what I see every moment of every night…” his whisper of a certainly that was about to happen.

•His pale limber body takes a close turn around Manyari then he spins his Bucuriei mele, to face the mirror once more.  “Bucuria și dragostea mea, I will stop telling you and just show you…”

•Shadow King actually strips his clothes for Manyari.  His cavet tie drops to the floor as his whilte shirt is now unbuttoned that emphasizes his pale muscular chest.  His black dress pants are undone to show his dark fine hair heading to his lower section.    His erection bumping his abdomen as his dick is weeping precum already.

•The Vampire now stands behind Manyari.  His left hand unfastens her bra, with only one hand while his mischievous right hand slides down the front of her to dip two fingers into her slick forming.  She shifts on her feet from her body’s sensitivity.

•Alucard tips Manyari’s body forward, just enough she can feel his weeping cock rubbing against her, over her soaked panties.  He flashes his fangs to signal she should be paying attention.

“Would I have this painful erection if you were not beautiful?” he growls softly. “Would I be so aroused if you were not beautiful?”

Manyari, tries not to whine out,”But I have this…” she pats her worse area according to her.

“I am aroused by your shape and weight.  I am aroused by you and your body,” his teeth nipped. “I love what it looks like for you.”

Manyari sighs as a smile slowly glides across her lips.  Alu always knew how to make her feel better.  He couldn’ imagine her looking any other way.  Suddenly her attention is focused back on The Vampire King shuffles her body so he is in position.  With a small pull, Manyari’s underwear is now a terrible ripped belt.

•Alu takes a deep intake of breath then sheaths himself in her sopping wet pussy.  He glides slowly in, the friction just perfect.  Just that slight drag and then the fully stuffed feeling with Manyari squeezing around his throbbing cock.  Alu now let his signature sigh of contentment out.

“I belong to you,” he whispers a rumbling low growl.  The kind that curls Manyari's toes and causes her back to arch.

•Alucard growls out a command to her, his true love.  “Watch yourself in the mirror as I fuck you senseless.”

•Manyari lets an erotic squeaky due to suprise.  Alu was bound and determined to make his point stick forever in her mind.  His lean vampiric body folds forward and his knees bend to continue his ascent to ‘divinity.’

•His left hand was cool and bare of his white gloves. His large hand cradles Manyari’s throat as his long index finger slips past plump lips and  into her warm cavern of mouth.  “Suck draga mea as you would elsewhere.”

•Manyari’s tongue licks a long stripe to the end of his finger.  Her lush lips wrap around her true love's digit.  Alucard notes that his Bucuria și dragostea mea, is too focused on his finger.  He changes the subject of his body to his pale, stretching cock.  He thrusts hard and ends up just ‘kissing her’ cervix.  The Shadow King pauses to rub his cock on it.

“Alu!” Manyari moans loudly in his ear.

“Keep up singing my name Bucuria și dragostea mea,...” Alucard begins his low gutteral rumble.

•Manyari’s eyes focus on the dimly lit mirror.  His hips doing quick snaps against her wet skin.  The light slapping sound of flesh on flesh.  It is then Kazili bey rubs his cheek on hers then lets out his deep, low rumbling growl that vibrates against her back before for she hears.

•His molten eyes change color to reds, orange and yellow fall leaves.  A large smile glides across his lip as he watches his significant other in the throes of an intense orgasm.  Her eyes rolling up into the back of her head and the throaty moan.

•He waits to continue until his Bucuria și dragostea mea, can see just how much he unraveled her....

Love how he actually looks like a wolverine

Sorry pookie I don’t have any grey sweatpants fanart 😔

but I have blue 😋

this is my fav shidou fan art omg-

OMFG FR. IM (S)CREAMING

(im barking at my screen like a dog)

I NEED HIM NOW NOWWWWWWW

IM VECOMING A WHIRE OH NO 🧍‍♀️🧎‍♀️😼💦

VERY NSFW AI AUDIO 18+ [MDNI!] – James March coaching you throuh fellatio. Literally… that’s the audio.

tw: mouth sounds, gagging, like actual oral s*x I’m so not kidding heavy breathing.

This got me SOILING THE BED.

hard (hand) thoughts about dombf! Joshua (headcannons)

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Hand kink, spanking kink, daddy kink, Joshua is DOM, reader is just extremely needy for him, dirty talking, mirror sex (been too into this lately if y'all haven't noticed hehe-), Joshua is a fucking tease btw- mood

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[A/n : I've been having THOTS about joshua- *cough* and his hands *cough* so here we goo]

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Dombf!Joshua who would instantly know how much you love his hands, as he catches you zoning out into your fantasies while licking your lips at the sight of his hands for the first time.

Dombf! Joshua who has had enough of your secret fantasies by the third time he catches you gawking at his arms, while he worked out at your personal gym. He pulls you towards him, and in on his thick thighs while his hand stays on the soft skin of your own thighs. You wince at the cold metal touching your skin, your body turning all hot and heated up out of the blue. “Is my pretty baby hiding something from me?” The words you never (always) wanted to come from his mouth, finally spoke out. “What?” You could barely be surprised your voice has betrayed you when it turned high-pitched.

Dombf! Joshua who smiles at you in the most innocent way possible, but not knowing his future actions, you felt your adrenaline rush at that. “Mhm is there really nothing you're hiding from me, baby?” His hands squeeze your inner thighs, moving closer to your heat. And out of nowhere, his middle fingers press down on your hold through the fabric of your shorts, only to feel it soaked wet.

Dombf! Joshua would cock his eyebrows at your ‘sudden’ wetness, only for you to immediately resort to whining as you, now, grind down on his fingers. But a louder whine erupts from you as he retreats his fingers away from you. “Tell Daddy what you want, baby. That's the only way you're getting it.” Joshua turns you around to face the mirror while he places his chin on your shoulder.

Dombf! Joshua who would have you begging in minutes, tears at the corner of your eyes threatening to fall while you say: “Daddy, just want your fingers, pleaseplease- please” Over and over again. He would smile at you so kindly, only to plunge his fingers deep inside you.

Dombf! Joshua who's two fingers are enough to have you arching your back into his chest, while your legs wiggle under his hold.

Dombf! Joshua who would make you cum around his fingers, faster than you'd expected, and proceed to make you ride out your orgasm by riding his fingers. And order you to make yourself cum yet again from his fingers.

Dombf! Joshua who wouldn't take long to catch up on your spanking kink when further into your relationship. He likes to think you've got the kink as a result of your love and lust for his hands. (which he was totally right about)

Dombf! Joshua who'd give you a stern look when you act out or catch an attitude with him, threatening you about spanking you till your ass was as red as your sheets (you have red satin sheets), but he knew well that gave you a better reason to push his buttons.

Dombf! Joshua who would love to wear metal rings, while spanking you so he could hear your loud whimpers and yelps every time his large hand came down on your bottom, inflicting the pleasurable pain which always had you dripping so much for him that he'd barely have to do foreplay before he got to snuggly fit his thick cock inside you.

Dombf! Joshua who would later use your kinks against you when he felt mischievous. He would simply come up behind you, letting his large hands travel to your ass squeezing harshly while placing his hand on the counter top. “What you watchin’ baby?” He would ask you with a very normal tone, as if he didn't just squeeze your ass hard till you yelped. He would further add fuel to the fire by slapping your ass before moving away to grab a bottle of water. He knew well your eyes weren't on the screen, but rather on his thick biceps which were a result of working out a few minutes ago.

Dombf! Joshua who would smirk knowingly when you give him the ‘fuck me’ eyes right then and there, and would totally make fun of you for it. “What? Turned on just by a spank to your ass? You love my hands so don't you baby?” (he's so cocky gawd)

©️ WOOYOUNGMYBELOVEDHUSBAND.

James making you suck off his gun. Fucking your mouth with it gently.

"Close your eyes, dearest, do you not trust me? Oh, but what if my hand does slip, hm?"

You'd feel sooo dumb, having your mouth used by a murderous weapon, the thrusts putting you into a trance...

Would he even unload it beforehand?

@fear-is-truth

Mdni

Scratching my walls and munching at my table

And yea I know he isn’t “fat”

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

lives were changed after this photo.

Bitch, I had to use all my pictures for these motherfuckin gifs oh my God this nigga is so fucking fooiinneee the way that I screamed looking at the first one my coochie literally splashed hoe 💦💦 And that is a true Nigerian king 🧎🏿‍♀️ the way that that ass looks from the hair to the tattoos to the chest to the ass into the motherfucking big dick nigga like I don’t see no padding in there either 👀👀👀👀

JOHN BOYEGA Pirelli Calendar 2025

Y’all I got these pictures from Pinterest (but I need to thirst about this black king really quick)

Lawd help me jesus, 🥵 if you are listening to me right now please send me a man that looks like him please. Y'all for the past two days straight I have been watching rebel ridge I can't get this man out of my head like I was at the gym today and none of these niggas look like Terrence James Richmond.....FUCKKK MY LIFEE 😭I am down for this man and I know in my heart, mind, body and soul that his dick is big 🧎🏿‍♀️🧎🏿‍♀️just everything about him is big 👀👀 and he has to be the finest nigga on this earth to walk today. I would put his ass down, purrr😈 I wanna bite his ears and lastly I need him in a love story with a black woman and he needs to a eater 👅 and hunching on our sista’s🙏🏿.

This is what me and my kitty has to say…..this is amazing 💕💕💕💕

ease your mind | Terry Richmond x Black! Plus-Size Reader

content: i wrote this from a place of real FOMO – i wanted in on the Terry Richmond Fanfiction-palooza too! Reader has heavy Dom energy and Terry likes to be told what to do (consent is explicit and enforced); mutual m*st*rbat*on, talking Terry through it, bodily fluids. this is just nasty, full-stop.  soundtrack: Intro x "Come Inside"

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” 

Terry whimpers under your stroke. His soul forever folds under your touch. You’ve mastered the perfect pace and pull to make his man drool drip onto the floor. Your right hand is his favorite stress reliever. Your spit is the perfect lube. He can feel your wet stain the back of his dress shirt. His slacks cover his brown wing tips, his briefs heavy with precum. The unbearable drive over to your place. On edge.  Over work today and everything that came with it, really. Thinking about what you’re doing to him right now. He couldn’t wait to get home to you. To what you’re making him watch in the mirror. 

Who knew your sexy faces could be so damn sinister? It’s like you’re possessed with the task of beating his dick until he taps out. He can’t contain the ‘fucks’ escaping from the depths of his military-frame. That deep, Southern-friend baritone is an octave or two away from breaking glass. 

What a bitch, you think. But he’s your bitch. And bitches deserve to feel good. 

"You like this shit, don’t you?"

"Mm-. Mmhmm."

Rapid nods into head drops. A quick look down to the mess you’re making on him. Your manicured thumb traces circles atop the head of his shaft. Dragging the tip of your black coffin-shaped nail just under his shooter sends his thighs into a thunderous shake. Sensitive to the touch. 

“Oh, look at you.” 

Look at him. He’s the finest man you’ve ever seen.  Those eyes, that toasted almond skin? So unfair. That scruff on his chin. You pull it with your left hand as you keep stroking him with your right. He loves being at your whim. 

Your pace quickens. The sounds coming from Terry intensify. 

“You had a rough day at work, huh?"

Terry gathers just enough strength to answer. “Ye-ss. Fuck.” 

“You wanna tell me about it while I make you cum?” 

Therapy by tug. 

A random fire drill messed up his concentration. His co-worker talking incessantly about her dog. The dog she lost almost a decade ago. An uber-boring meeting on military analytics. His boss’ secretary kept barging into a closed door meeting with Terry. Wife at home needed a call-back ASAP. He kept dodging the responsibility, instead choosing to eye-fuck the girl every chance he could. 

That’s what you could put together through the babbles, the moans, the sighs and the grit of his teeth. 

“She must be attractive…” Your left hand leaves his beard and travels down to the base of his neck, index and thumb fingers dragging against his skin. You gently press your hand onto his Adam's apple. You’d rather choke him than hear Terry affirm your beliefs. His eyes roll back to cosign your desires not to know. 

Terry’s fuck faces are top-tier: that fat bottom lip between his perfect teeth. His tongue poking out the sides of his mouth when his dick twitches under your care. He likes to feel it jump against your hand, a high-five of the highest order. 

His dick starts to pump on its own. You slow down your pace. Terry likes to be edged into oblivion. He’s doing so good right now. He deserves what’s about to happen. 

You pick up the pace of your personal fleshlight, strokes getting more nasty and wetter by the second. Terry needs it even more wet. He wants to feel like it’s your pussy collapsing around him. 

“Wet your shit.” 

You watch him send a trail of his own saliva down to the scene of the crime. That turns you into a beast even more. Your left thumb enters his mouth. You’ll be his ball gag. You feel his big body shake under your touch. The bottom half of his body lifts up from the bed. His moans and hisses reverberate around your finger. 

“Boy, don’t bite…” 

His teeth retread. HIs tongue swirls around your finger. instead He tries to tell you he’s about to cum but your thumb goes even deeper into his mouth. You press up on the roof of his mouth. His eyes water, his bottom lip drops. A pool of spit drips down the right side of his chin. He’s never looked so defeated, so ready to wave the white flag. 

You want to finish with him. 

“I want some of this too. Fuck, lift up. Lift up.” 

You pull your right hand from Terry’s member and proceed to create rapid fire circles on your clit. “Ter-ry. I wanna watch you finish…” 

Terry has a better idea. “I’mma fuck us both into a finish.” 

Terry goes full Semper Fi. He pulls you under him, legs already wide open and ready for what’s about to happen. He doesn’t waste a second, sliding his huge dick inside of our already slick-stained walls. Pumping in and out of you like a clogged hose. You grab the back of Terry’s neck for leverage. He keeps pounding you and pounding into you. 

“Fuck got into you?! Don’t stop-p.” You can hit some notes too when Terry hits your shit out the frame. “Fuck me, Terry. Keep fucking me. Pleaseeee.” 

Terry don’t know nothing else but putting in full effort. You feel the heat of his belly against yours. The rumble before the volcanic explosion. You beat Terry’s back with your fist and he continues to beat your pussy to a pulp. He’s so ready to let off inside of you. You’re ready to create a gnarly cocktails of fluids. 

Terry pauses to lift up his waist. He knows the routine. You find your clit again and proceed to rapidly swipe right like Tinder. His strokes go Quiet Storm-slow in and out of you. Your brain turns into radio static. Blackout screams and Terry’s name exits your lips. An epic stream splashes onto Terry’s waist. Your mouth drops to the floor. Terry picks it up with a deep kiss. He moans into your mouth as his load counterstrikes. 

His therapy is paid in full.

You wanna know what would make me feel better….fuckin this man 💦💦💦💦

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond in Rebel Ridge

I need both of their fingers inside of me….. better yet I need their fingers in both of my holes and have them kiss me on the lips at the same time 💦💦💕🙂‍↕️👅🍆

Holding her in your arms while she cums for you.