I Saw Brazillian Miku Around On Twt And As A Brazillian I Had To Give My Own Shot

It’s getting a little spicy in here

what is rengoku's fav position for giving you oral?

Depends which Rengoku 😏 both Kyojuro and Shinjuro live for eating their partners out, but they have different faves.

Kyojuro loves when you're propped up, comfortably reclining with pillows beneath you. He lies on his belly between your thighs so you can reach down and stroke your fingers through his hair or run your fingernails across his shoulders. Alternatively, you could be sat on a chair or the end of the bed. He just loves the sight of you gazing down at him and telling him how good he's making you feel, and the way you throw your head back when he's doing well for you.

Shinjuro, on the other hand, goes absolutely feral when eating it from the back, growling against your slick folds as he fucks you with his tongue, or teasing your entrance with the tip of his nose as he laps at your clit. And yes, he will lick your ass too if you ask him to. Gladly, in fact. The man worships the ground you walk on and will do anything to get you off.

You know who yall are 💕

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

Excellent.

You’ve done Kyojuro x Boobs, but what about Shinjuro x Boobs (I mean Kyojuro’s gotta get it from somewhere)

-🌕 (moon anon)

😧 how have I not done Shinjuro x boobs omg. You're so right!

Shinjuro Rengoku x Boobs

NSFW. F!reader. Booooobs.

Shinjuro has spent far too many years of his life warring with pain.

He craves softness and solace, gentle touches, comfort.

And he finds those things with you.

Shinjuro will lie for hours in your arms, head nestled against your chest while you play with the gold and auburn peaks if his hair.

Soft, rumbly sounds of pleasure roll from his chest, which he swears are just sighs but honestly, they sound suspiciously like purrs.

He grumbles but he doesn't actually mind being teased for it. He's happy, and he never thought he could possibly feel that again. He didn't even think he was worthy of it.

But if you persist in poking the bear, you should know what to expect next...

"Purring? I'll show you purring!"

He nuzzles his face between your tits, blonde spikes tickling your chest, groaning contentedly and letting his body go limp and heavy as if you've suffocated him, heart filled by the way you laugh and tell him he's terrible.

Those playful moments are so precious to him.

And they don't stay playful for long.

Soft kisses being to linger, his big, warm hands slide around your body to ease open your top, exposing your breasts to his eager mouth.

Just a peek to begin with... he likes to savor you and pay attention to every inch of skin.

He loves the way you tangle your fingers in his hair and push him down when he teases your nipple with slow licks

Golden eyes watching you, eager to do well.

His composure rarely lasts. He gets titty-drunk pretty quickly.

Shinjuro mouths your breasts like he's trying to fit the whole thing in.

He kisses them so slow and sloppy, making your nipples glisten so prettily.

The first time he sucked your tits he came from it. The excitement, the intimacy, the sounds you made, the way you reacted to his touch. It was all too much.

You shifted your leg, brushing your thigh against his lower belly and that was all it took for him to convulse through his orgasm, muttering a string of apologies against the plush of your breast.

But now... as much as he enjoys it, he wants to do well for you. Your pleasure is his priority, and gone are the days of simply chasing his own orgasm.

He'll suck your tits for hours if you let him, tongue languid yet absolutely insatiable.

And he'll happily make you cum as many times as you like, however you want it. Fingering you, fucking you, letting you cockwarm him, letting you ride his abdomen while you're on top. Whatever it takes to get you off, he'll do it.

Shinjuro is a man who lost almost everything, and now that he has you, he has no intention of wasting a moment.

little blurb, some yearning 🤧 cw. somnophilia, nsfw!

you had a love-hate relationship with sleep. you loved the night, the quietness and tranquillity of it. you used to think you were wrong wired as you preferred the night, often feeling more productive and full of energy when it was time to rest for the responsibilities of a new day. but what you loved more was to hold someone in your sleep, being cuddled and squeezed, late night talking and slurring your words but forcing yourself to stay awake just because you’re having such a good time with that special person.

an experience that was snatched from you.

now you’re restlessly squirming in a big bed, alone, trying to find a comfortable position. not even the pressure of tomorrow morning plans were enough to get you to sleep. you missed her, profoundly.

you missed her smell, her cold touch. you missed burying your face in her hair and feeling her breath in your neck. oh, she loved trailing soft pecks down your throat right before drifting off to sleep. her body fitted perfectly with yours, the lack of clothes that allowed you to feel the smoothness of her skin, the shape of her waist. you missed the way she tangled with you, as if she needed to melt into you. her leg would straddle your hip, locking you against her.

you missed the intimacy. all of it.

the way she could get so worked up in her sleep, often not realizing until she woke up suddenly with her cunt throbbing and aching as she had tried to rub herself against you.

the first times she’d felt guilty about it, but you never woke up to it. you were a heavy sleeper, specially when sharing a bed with her.

so she started going further. shifting quietly to place her needy pussy right against your hip bone, rocking her hips softly. it felt so good, her moans muffled into your neck, or your hair, it didn’t matter where, she was always clinging into you.

sometimes that wasn’t enough, so she would slid her panties off, she wished you could see how her arousal sticked to it. maybe your thigh feels better, and you were still asleep! but she needed you so bad. you barely twitched when she pulls down your shirt to suck on your breasts, your nipples hardening in her mouth.

she’s so greedy, taking your panties off too. she makes sure to rub your clit so you get wet, she loves it when you’re both wet. her cunt slides deliciously against yours that way. only then you stirred awake, almost. it seemed like it when your hand moves to her ass to push her down. she babbled how much she loved you, how your cunts were made for each other.

you missed waking up in the morning with a mess between your legs, to check under the covers and find your abused pussy swollen and reddish, twitching after hours of being used as you were sleeping.

it pissed you off. why did she had to leave like that? she left with nothing, leaving everything behind, including you. now you only had her clothes to satisfy your craving. was it enough? to wear her shirt and her panties? only the first days, when her scent was still stick to it. you’d do anything to get her back.

for now, touching yourself at the thought of her is the only thing keeping you sane.

Aaauugghhhhh

Manifesting this life for me

one more kiss would've been nice (≧ε≦σ)

🫦🫦🫦

im no better than a man. ༉‧₊˚.

( she’s so goddamn fineee like. I can’t even focus.)

“You are not a murderer.” 📿

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