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Much more intune with himself when it comes to romance and such

He is a major consumer of mc x reader fanfiction (Especially the smut)

He’s the type to read it though and be like ‘they wouldn’t say that’

Now, despite being the Avatar of Lust, he absolutely adores non-sexual quality time

His love languages are words of affirmation and gift giving/receiving

This man will belt out breakup songs with a passion while you’re standing there like ‘When did we break up?🧍’

When you go back to the human realm for things like appointments, he acts like you’ve died till you get back

It doesn't matter what month it is, he is blasting Mariah Carey in his room while getting ready.

Please let him take you out, he loves showing you off .

NFSW

Favorite positions are missionary and the kneeling amazon

He collects every sexual device known and unknown to man

He whimpers and lets out super girly moans🧎‍♀️

PEG HIM. Please someone dick him down especially if he's being a brat.

He will be a brat, maybe not all the time but it will happen

Cockwarming <3

He's willing to try anything at least once

Sends you spicy pictures daily just for fun

Oral isn't his favorite when receiving but he loves giving so please sit on his face

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you” Kuroo smirked from above as you lay panting for air on the ground “We’ve been at it for hours though” you groaned your whole body aching with fatigue 

“Stop being dramatic, we’ve only gone two rounds” the raven-haired man chuckled, sweat pouring off his body, and before the two of you could continue there was a knock on the door

“Mommy! Daddy! The Ipad is dead!” the voice of your guys’ four-year-old child called from the other side of your door

“We’ll be right there, just let us clean up!” you yelled back, sitting up “So how’s gonna clean the mats?” you asked your husband as he shrugged “I’ll do it, you go charge the iPad before Yumi starts biting the couch cushions again” you nodded concerned “yeah, guess we can finish yoga tomorrow” 

Yoga, you guys were doing very intense yoga.

Thinking about….

Thinking about situationship!Toji,you know he’s a deadbeat the way you pay for everything. You know he’s fucking other people, but none of that seems to matter cause nobody can fuck you half as good as Toji and he knows it. The way his cock seems to plow into you at an inhuman speed as you scream his name after an argument is just downright sinful. The way you know you’ll be receiving dirty looks from your neighbors when you see him to the door wearing nothing but his shirt but none of that matters as you beg him for the release he’s been denying you for hours.

DILF Toji Drabble <3

Thinking about….

Thinking about DILF Toji! Who is constantly listening to divorced dad rock. You don’t know if it’s the daddy issues or the way Toji looks in his tight ass t-shirt that has heat running through your veins as you watch him work on his 1967 Impala. You know it’s wrong to lust after your best friend's father but you just can’t help it when he bends you over the hood of his car and whispers praises in your ear about how you’re such a good girl for giving into him like this as he pounds into you from behind.

Thinking about….

Thinking about big, bulky, men who could easily crush you if they aren’t careful. Men that have to restrain themselves or you might die from lack of oxygen. Thinking the most about the moment you ask them to be rough with you, the way your stomach bulges from the sheer size of them and the way seeing themselves through your skin gets them off even faster. The way their eyes roll back when you groan out and beg them to choke you, their hands so much bigger compared to yours that they easily wrap around your neck and they pound into you. 

-BEELZEBUB, TOJI, SUKUNA, KIRISHIMA, BOKUTO, YAMI, and whoever else you think might fit this :)

He was never home.

Today was no different of course, he wished you a good day before you were even awake and now here you are. Sitting in his favorite restaurant, in his favorite dress, dressed to the nines all for him and he didn’t show up. Your texts have gone unanswered and your calls sent to voicemail as you wait for your husband to hopefully show up.

He never did.

So you brushed off the sympathetic glances and left in the rain, and when you finally made it home, the wound left by being stood up only stung more as you had forgotten about the rose petals you had scattered that were meant to be a surprise upon the end of your date. A date the two of you had planned for months. A date he said he wouldn’t forget. But here you sat, forgotten as easily as anything else outside of his work despite his promises that it wouldn’t happen. You sighed knowing you were gonna have to clean this up before he got back but you just couldn’t find the strength to do so as you dragged yourself to your shared bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, your heart heavy and eyes glazed with tears. You had waited hours only to be forgotten and you knew it would only happen again causing you to cry and sob into the bed until your eyes grew heavy and your breathing even. 

Only hours later did your husband return, his blonde hair disheveled from his work day and confusion crossing his face as he walked in to see you vacuuming up the rose petals no longer dressed up and your face stained with tears. “What’s wrong love?” He asked concerned as you stepped away from him “you forgot Kento, again” you hissed as he looked at you confused for a moment before it finally slapped him in the face; he forgot your guys’ date. 

“Love, I’m sorry work ran long and-” he started only to stop knowing excuses wouldn’t make this better, not anymore. “I’m sorry I forgot” he whispered, pulling you to him gently unsure if you would even let him hold you. But you did, you let him pull you in apologetically “I’m so tired of being forgotten” you sniffled knowing if you spoke to much on the matter you’d only cry more and you weren’t sure you had enough tears for that “I waited in the rain for you ya’ know?” you told him as he only held you tighter “It won’t happen again love I swear it” he whispered as you shook your head “it’ll happen again, it always does” and he couldn’t deny it, not when you seemed so sure of the fact and you were right it happened again and again, but somehow he always made up for it and somehow he always would.

Thinking about…

Thinking about your first time using a flogger on Barbatos. The wooden handle heavy in your hand but also empowering in a way. Being about to whip and caress a demon as powerful as Barbatos, to see this side of him was addicting. The marks left by the leather if even for a moment sending adrenaline through your veins, and the sounds he makes as the leather makes contact with his skin were heavenly even coming from a demon. Low grunts and groans that sent heat rushing through your body as even what little you were wearing became too much to handle.