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Adult Tanjiro, who wants a big family, so he will keep pumping you full with his cum, praising you for taking it so well and being 'such a good girl'. Especially when he tucks his cum back in your quivering hole.

h-he would....

♡ ── warnings: aged up characters. smut. praise. breeding kink implied. cockwarming (implied, slightly). unprotected sex. female reader.

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Tanjiro's dream had always been a life with you, and it did come true. Days didn't pass without him thinking about waking up next to you, bringing you breakfast, holding your hand — hell, he is so in love.

Now that you have been together for some time, gone through a lot of time and events, dreams and projects, you both were ready for the next step:

A family. Tanjiro's next biggest dream after you. Even better, a family with you.

The mother of his future children lies now underneath him, legs spread wide open but wrapped tight around his waist. Sweat, moans, whimpers. Sweet nothings and praises.

Tanjiro's big fat dick fills you completely; while it's gentle and tender, it's also rough and feral. You can feel the head of his cock bumping over and over again against your sweet, soft spot. Every time he does, you moan: his name rolling down your lips is his ambrosia.

The way he fucks you is sinful. But, how can you be so beautiful? He wants to keep going, you make him keep on fucking you. And now he's at it, your pussy squelches for him, your slick goes bubbly as he buries his dick into you. His hips snap at your skin but somehow, amidst all the pleasure rave, he's still careful. Careful enough to not hurt you.

"We're going to have a big family..." He lets out, a thumb caresses your arm which is close by as you're enveloped in him.

Lifting that very same hand, he rests his weight on his other forearm, continuing to fuck you good, like you deserve. Meanwhile the other hand, calloused yet so roughly gentle, now rests on your breast; your nipples perk up and harden as the roughness of his thumb massages it, applying just a little pressure so that is rubbing against the side of his index.

He loves the noises you make, he is enamoured. "Like that?" He breathes out the ask, speeding up just a little but without neglecting the depth with which his cock reaches into you.

Right then is when feels you clench when he hits your spot once more; a choked, desperate "right there!" followed by an "I'm so close—" plus the glossy look in your eyes bring out a smile in his lips.

Tanjiro's teeth grit. He can't keep his composure anymore. "Y-You feel so good, bunny... S-So good..."

Yes, your pussy is driving him insane. Quivering, clenching and sucking him in. Warm, wet and just shaped for him. The scent that hits his nostrils just makes it worse; he knows you're close. In fact, closer than ever. It makes him moan out loud, his eyes roll briefly to the back of his head. His abs contract again as he hits your cervix and keeps on hitting it. He's just eager to fill you up, to give you his kids, to make his biggest yearn true once and for all.

"I can't hold it much longer—" At this point he struggles to speak because, far from being selfish, Tanjiro always prioritizes you. But, on the other hand, the need to cum is stronger than ever. It's painted all over his face, his gorgeous, sweat coated face, which glistens with the dim of the light.

"Tanjiro, T-Tanji—" You call out, "So close, baby, 'm gonna cum!"

"Y-You are?" He asks, and a loud cry of yes! comes from you as your back arches. His gaze comes to meet your breasts, jiggling in sync with his pace. He's losing it, he imagines how swollen they will be when you finally carry his children, how beautiful they will look resting on your large stomach as you help make his dream of living a forever with you come true forever. He's drooling at the thought.

God, he needs to fill you up.

"I wanna... I wanna give you... give you m-my children..." His eyes half lidded, squinting just a little, meet your gaze. His thrusts have turned sloppy, but his dick keeps its delicious friction against your sensitive, velvety, tight and palpitating walls the same.

"Please! P-please! Fill me up, c-cum inside—"

Your request is instantly heard; his cock not only does stir, but it also palpitates. You can feel it go stiff, but he doesn't stop. Your name leaves his lips over and over again. Along with it, a promise to make you feel good, to fill you up completely, to give you his children and have a big family with you.

You don't need to hear it, you know. It's not like you can, though: lost in your own pleasure, you feel like you're ascending. The knot in your abdomen gets tighter, your clit vibrates so much and you keep on contracting around his cock.

"I-I'm cumming!" His forehead comes to rest against yours, his eyes shut close and his cock spits the first spurts of cum as he moans. You grip the sheets, your orgasm following right away.

Huffing and panting fills the room. But Tanjiro doesn't stop fucking you. He lifts his head and his upper half, and his crimson gaze travels to meet the point where his cock is still buried inside you, noticing how a little of his cum —mixed with your juices— is sliding out of your pussy.

Your walls are still aching with your orgasm, and this can only add to your sensitiveness. A whimper escapes your lips, and your tears fill your eyes as, with every thrust, your walls tingle with an almost unbearable pleasure.

When he looks up, he notices this. In reassurance, his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss, a kiss that makes you sigh and melt into it, wrap your arms around his neck. Your whimpers make him feel like he's going far, so he stops, but he doesn't pull out.

"Such a good girl..." He praises you, his fingers come to brush a strand of your gorgeous hair away from your sweaty face, "You took me so well."

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UH OH, HE’S A DILF — #TOJI FUSHIGURO

FEM! READER X TOJI FUSHIGURO

a series of writing where in toji is that dilf.

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didn’t think i’ll make this a series but i think i have to now, i enjoy this so much <3

[soon] DILF IN AMUSEMENT! — #FIRST MEETING

the first time you met toji fushiguro.

DILF IN QUESTION! — #TOJI’S SECRET

you learn toji’s rightful secret.

DILF IN TROUBLE! — #TOJI’S WORK WIFE

you learn about toji’s work wife.

[soon] DILF IN JEALOUSY! — #COLLEGE BOYS

toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.

[soon] DILF IN LOVE! — #EX WIFE

you meet toji’s ex wife.

— I GOT SWEET TASTE FOR MEN WHO ARE OLDER, IT’S ALWAYS BEEN SO, IT’S NO SURPRISE.

If you’re still doing the beach club event can you do the familiar trip with Yuuji as reader & Sukuna’s child, with 7 27 30? I really like dad!sukuna😭

yes of course ! i hope you like it !

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7. going to the beach!

27. showing a child the sea for the first time

30. taking pics of the trip

tw: the reader is referred as "mom" by Yuuji because i don't know what too put instead, neutral gender fem bodied reader.

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"Come on dad, come on, come on, wake up, wake up! It's sunny!" Sukuna's grip on your waist softens a bit, right before getting his body even closer to yours. Yuuji starts again. "Dad, today we are going to see the ocean! We can't miss it!" You're too sleepy to form a coherent phrase on your head to answer your poor child, but Sukuna's voice speaks before you.

"It's still too early, Yuuji. We don't want to wake up the little animals that sleep on the sea, right? Go back to bed and sleep a little more." with the final sentence, Sukuna hides his face again on your neck. You feel Yuuji's little steps before feeling him snuggle against your body. You open your eyes a little to see your son against your chest, sneaking between your arms. Hugging him, the child whispers. "Mom, can I wait here with you?" he asks. You nod quietly, caressing his hair. You can feel how Sukuna's hand sneaks passing your waist to hold your child.

It's not a long time after when you hear Sukuna's phone ringing. Yuuji moves between your arms, waking up slowly until he realizes what does that mean. He gets up fast, looking at both his parents. "Time to go to the beach!" he says. You stretch in your little bed space and Sukuna yawns before sitting on the bed. He takes Yuuji between his arms.

"Let's get a shower and dressed while mom wakes up, yeah?" Yuuji nods and both of them leave the bed and the room under your sleepy gaze. You obligate yourself to sit in bed. Yesterday, it was too late when you arrived to the hotel, and little Yuuji slept since the plane landed, without having more dinner than a glass of warm milk with chocolate. Sukuna stayed awake with you, helping you to order the luggage, taking a relaxing bath and preparing Yuuji's bag for the beach. After some cuddling and pillow talk, you two fell asleep.

You take a swimsuit and a long t-shirt you can use for the beach, making sure the window is covered with the curtains before putting it on. You head to the kitchen with the idea of making some breakfast, but the smell of coffee and something being cooked reaches you. Yuuji is sitting on the table, sipping his chocolate from a straw, and there are two cups of coffee, one if front of the other, in both sides of the child. You get closer to Sukuna, seeing that he's cooking a couple sandwiches to have as a breakfast.

"Need help?" You ask, taking a plate. Plate that Sukuna takes away, winking at you.

"No need. Just sit. Your coffee has a little bit of chocolate, as you like." With a kiss on his still naked shoulder, right on a tattoo, you sit near to your son. He looks at you with a smile.

"Do you know that fishes like Nemo live in the sea? Dad told me a lot of things!" He keeps talking and Sukuna serves the breakfast. Right after finishing, your partner gets dressed with a plain t-shirt and you adjust Yuuji's backpack, that contains some toys, before giving him some instructions.

"Be careful and don't lose any toy, yeah? You know that Gojo bought them to you! Also, be careful with the sea, yeah? Don't go too far from mom and dad and always ask us to accompany you to the water, yes, baby?" Yuuji nods quietly, understanding all you're saying. "Be careful, please." Yuuji nods, this time with energy, before kissing your cheek.

"I will mommy!" he says, excited. Taking your bag, the three of you leave the hotel room heading to the beach. Yuuji asks his dad to lift him up and he does, sitting the little child on his shoulders. It's almost impossible to deny the kinship between them. Yuuji is, basically, a copy of his father, with more chubby cheeks and the absence of tattoos, of course. Yuuji smiles openly before talking, interrupting the little chat you and Sukuna have been having for the last ten minutes. "Look! That's water! It's that the sea, dad?!" he asks, pure excitement on his voice and eyes. Sukuna nods, his son still sitting on his shoulders, the man's hands holding his child's legs, avoiding him to fall.

"Mom, mom, look, the sea!" he laughs and claps quietly. Even when Sukuna has a neutral expression on his face, you can see the happiness shining on his eyes.

After putting all the towels and beach things on a calm cove, you apply sun protector to Yuuji, but he's too excited to go near the water.

"Can we go, mommy?" he asks, helping you to put sunscreen on. Some groups of people have put their towels around.

"Wait for me to help mom to put sunscreen on, yeah?" Sukuna says, sunglasses hiding his eyes and the tattoos under them, taking the sun protector and gently applying it on your back, massaging quietly. He has his t-shirt still on. Yuuji gets up once he's done and he runs near his dad. "Dad, I'll help you!" Yuuji's little pair of hands massage your arms as Sukuna's ones put the sunscreen on your back. Once the three of you are ready, Sukuna takes his shirt off and his phone on his hand. A couple girls turn their heads to see him, taking off the shirt that smoothly. He passes an arm around your shoulders as he talks. "Oi, Yuuji, don't run you buddy."

But Yuuji is still too excited. Sukuna hands your his phone as he runs to take your child. You quickly open the camera, capturing in a video the moment where the father runs after the child, taking him on his arms while both of them laugh. His phone is quickly full of pictures of little Yuuji, trying the water with his feet, swimming with dad's help, a cute portrait of you with Yuuji wrapped in a towel, sitting between your legs as you hug him. Yuuji also takes a picture of the two of you helping him with a sand castle!

The day at the beach has easily became one of the most magical days on Yuuji's 6 years of life. He saw fishes, crabs, even a couple starfishes! Dad has helped him to build an enormous castle and you helped him to swim on the sea! Going back to the hotel, at afternoon, Yuuji is wrapped in his towel, between your arms, calmly sleeping against your chest after the waste of energy he had. His little hand is gripped to your t-shirt as Sukuna is carrying all the stuff. You leave him on his bed as soon as you three arrive to your room. Then, when your two are back in your bed, you look at the pictures that you took of the day. Sukuna moves quietly to be able to kiss your forehead.

"Thanks." he says, while still looking to the pictures.

"For what?" you ask, looking to the picture that a woman near took of the three of you. She even said you were the cutest family she had ever seen!

"For letting me be happy with you and Yuuji. Thanks, y/n"

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JUJUT5U K4IS3N IC0N5 !? 今シーズンの最高のアニメははは、エピソードが恋しいです！

─ "You planning on coming back to bed anytime soon or what?"

You look over your shoulder at the sound of your husband's hoarse voice, wincing a little at the thought that you’d woken him up.

( Or rather, she did…)

However, between the two of you, you were the only one with enough self-awareness to feel guilt over it. Your daughter, on the other hand, continues teething on the strap of your nightgown as you try to make her a bottle, not a care in the world aside from her hunger.

"Soon, I promise. I'm sorry we woke you up."

Ran waves a hand at you in dismissal as he pushes himself up off of the wall he’d been leaning against.

"It’s fine, love. Wasn't sleeping anyway."

You give him a remorseful smile when he fails to hide his yawn, arms extended as he stretches. He grins and follows you into the living room, sitting on the arm of the couch, watching the two of you with the attentiveness of a husband and father. He slouches a little as he looks down to peek at her over your shoulder. Big, watery eyes stare back at him as his daughter continues biting at the fabric, tiny fists holding on to the thin strap for dear life.

She drools some more as you screw the cap shut, scrunching your nose at the feeling. Your husband snorts at the sight, poking a finger into the fat of her cheek.

"She's gross."

You turn to kiss her cheek as she reaches her sticky fingers out towards her father.

"I know she is. She’s teething," you say, words muffled against her baby soft skin.

He leans further into you both, bumping his nose against hers gently.

“Stinky girl, aren't you?”

He pulls back to kiss your forehead, reaching for her in the process.

"Come here, baby. Let's give your mama a break."

"Go put a shirt on, she'll spit up on you too."

"Nah, it'll be fine."

You shrug and stand to go wipe her drool off of you. He’ll find out soon enough, you think. She's temporarily satisfied with sitting on her father's lap, babbling at him in a language he didn’t quite understand just yet. He plays along nonetheless while tiny fingernails scratch at his tattooed skin, as if she had a message of immediate importance she needed to deliver. He moves a hand to support her back, the other reaching for her palm as he splays it against his own. His eyes soften at the sight and he shakes his head to rid himself of the emotions creeping up. Clearing his throat, he calls out to you, motioning towards her fist.

“Did we not just cut these?”

You turn around, sighing as your line of sight falls onto the nails digging into his skin. The teething alone had proven to be overwhelming, but to watch as she continued to grow, as she grew faster every day ─ you often wondered if his chest felt as tight as yours. There was nothing the two of you could do to stop the inevitability of it all─ nothing but bear witness to every phase and every stage.

“I’ll try and do them again when she falls asleep. I think she’s been scratching at herself too.”

He lays her in his lap, inspecting her limbs. There’s a long faded red mark on the left side of her thigh, and another on the underside of her arm.

“Jeez, baby. What’s the deal?” He kisses her nose and she giggles, lifting a spit covered hand to tug at his hair. He makes a face of disgust at her and you laugh as you make your way over with the bottle, handing it to him.

…

He tried.

He really did.

But her happiness was short lived, as she turned this way and that to avoid the bottle in his hand.

“Why is she only like this when I try to feed her?” He furrows his brows, begging her to ease up on him. She refuses to indulge him and you feel his insecurities fester.

It was a constant worry of his throughout your pregnancy, one that he hadn’t voiced till you got closer and closer to your due date. He was scared that she’d hate him ─ terrified that she’d be better off without him.

Though it had proven to be difficult, you’d done what you could to reassure him. It wasn’t until the nurse had first placed her in his arms that he understood what it all meant ─ what it was all supposed to mean. There was a role he was meant to fulfill, and with the surge of emotions he constantly felt around her, he didn’t think it would be difficult at all. He’d avoided your gaze at the time, concealing the tears he had shed over her ─ the child that was part him and part you.

When the two of you had fallen asleep, he had kept watch, leaning over the bassinet to stare at her, long finger hesitantly stroking the skin of her cheek. He’d wondered then, how it was possible for a father to abandon his own kin… He wondered how his father had been able to do it to them. He didn’t understand it at all. He doesn’t think he ever will.

─

He winces as she kicks at him, cheeks red and angry. His heart hurts as she cries.

“What the hell did I do? What happened?”

“It’s not you, baby. I told you, she's teething."

He looks at you in confusion, stress etching his face. You kiss his jaw before you reach for her ─ a weak attempt at easing his concern.

"Ran, go back to bed. You have work tomorrow. I'll stay up with her here."

"No."

“No? Why not?”

You hold her against your shoulder, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. You adored them both, you really did. But when his attitude clashed with hers, your exhaustion increased tenfold, and all you could do was wait for it to pass over.

You think he senses this, listening to him groan as he leans back into the couch.

“Can’t you just bring her back to our room? I can handle the crying, it’s fine. I’ll take her back to her crib when I get up in a couple hours. Just ─ “

He cuts himself off and looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. You wonder what it was that he had wanted to say.

Let me be there.

Don’t do this on your own.

Don’t leave me alone.

It didn’t matter. You understood.

“Can I ─ ?”

You hum, nodding as he takes her out of your arms once more. You follow him back to the room and he lifts her up high into the air as she cries and cries and cries.

“God, you’re annoying.”

You smile as he brings her close to him, biting her cheek.

“Just like your mama”

You punch him in his gut and glare at him as he chuckles, throwing an arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

─

He tries to feed her again once you settle into bed while you look over his shoulder at her reluctance to even consider the bottle.

“Okay, she hates me.”

You laugh at the look of terror on his face and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“I think she just doesn’t want the bottle,” you hum, leaning for the small towel you kept beside the bed.

“She’s not hungry?”

“No, she is.”

“So what’s the problem?”

You sigh.

“You won’t get everything you want all the time, you know,” you coo at her as she fusses in your arms. “Your dad is trying very hard.”

His heart melts at the sight ─ at the sight of you, the sight of her, the sight of you and her.

You pull at the strap of your nightgown and she latches onto you eagerly, wincing as she bites at you in an attempt to soothe her gums.

“Oh. Yeah I can’t help her in that department.”

You smile at him softly, brushing the hair out of her face as she finally calms down. He lays beside you, head propped up against his palm as he watches. You figure his eyes are on her, not paying him any mind as you wipe at the drool around her mouth. It’s only when you look up that you realize his gaze had been fixed on you the entire time, filled with all the love in the world.

"What?" you whisper.

"You're sexy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. His smile grows at the sound.

“Perv.”

He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, pressing another to your wrist, making his way up, higher and higher ─

The two of you are brought back to reality when she whimpers at the disturbance, tiny grip tightening against your gown.

He gets closer, leaning his head against you as he watches her.

“My apologies, your highness. Please, continue.” He gestures to your exposed chest as she stares at him. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laughter at his comment, not wanting to startle her.

The two of you watch as she fights against the sleep that had filled her veins, slowly succumbing to it. You cover yourself, laying her down onto the bed as her blinking slows and her breathing evens out.

“Can you take her back?”

He nods, lifting her into his arms gently, heart warming when she nuzzles her cheek into his shoulder. He presses soft kisses to her mussed up hair all the way to her nursery. It was late. He’d have to be up in a few hours and he was certain she’d be up too…yet a part of him couldn’t help but miss her already.

Your daughter had one of the most powerful men in Tokyo wrapped around her tiny finger and she didn’t even know it.

─

You’re waiting for him to get back and turn off the lamps when he walks in with a deadpan look on his face. You blink at the substance on his chest and he glares as laughter overtakes you.

“I tol-”

“Yeah, yeah. You told me so. I know.” He rolls his eyes, as he heads to the restroom. He walks out a few minutes later, talking to you absentmindedly while he looks down, adjusting the waistband of his sweats.

“Babe?” He looks up when he isn’t met with a response, guilt flooding his veins.

You had fallen asleep.

There weren’t enough hours in the day anymore, it seemed ─ not enough at night either. He shakes his head at the chaos your daughter must put you through while he was away and figures he should kneel before you and kiss your feet in appreciation. Ran turns the remaining lights off before covering you with a blanket, pulling you into his arms.

His voice is low as he speaks into the darkness of the room. I love you, he says, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. He says it again as he kisses your ring finger.

He thinks of tomorrow ─ thinks of kissing you goodbye with his daughter on your hip. He thinks of your grip on her tiny wrist, helping her wave at him as he pulls out of the driveway. He thinks of how terribly he aches to come back home as soon as he leaves.

The thought had crossed his mind a few times during your pregnancy, but he finds that recently, it’s all he’d been able to think about.

Ran wonders if retirement would be an option for him.

He wonders how Rindou would react. He wonders what Mikey would say (or if he’d even allow it). And he wonders how you would feel about it. You, who waited for him. You, who had been so patient with him time and time again. You, who had given him more love than he’d ever expected (more than he thought he deserved) in the form of your daughter.

You, his lover, his wife.

He thinks he knows the answer as his grip tightens against you.

He would need to schedule a meeting with Mikey soon.

THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

Day 29. Incest

Pairing: dad!GojoSatoru x daughter!reader

Synopsis: Your dad meets your new boyfriend for the first time — who’s your daddy?

Warning: soft!Gojo, incest, daddy kink, nipple play, cunnilingus, dry humping, creampie, handjob

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Gamer boyfie Kuna headcanons

These headcanons are inspired by @windlullaby-arts super sexy fanart of gamer boyfie Kuna. You said you would like someone to write about him, so I did it ;) I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for blessing us with that sexy art!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, creampie, oral, cum-eating, possessive Sukuna, implied possibility of getting overheard during sex. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so cool and so sexy, sitting there dressed all in black with his cute cat-ear headset, eyes focused on the game he is playing. But when you walk into the room, he always has time to wink at you and make a kissy face.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who is so proud when his teammates hear you through his mic and ask if that is his girl.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who loves to show you off when he asks you to join him and his boys for a game. But who gets possessive when they talk too much to you and try to hit on you in the chat. "Back off, I know she is perfect, but she is mine. You wouldn't stand a chance against me anyways."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks so smugly when you walk over to him and press a kiss onto his cheek afterward, whispering in his ear that he is your only, while he starts the next round with his online friends, who complain that they already miss you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who grins when you crawl under his desk and unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his skinny black jeans. Who bites his lip when his thick cock slaps against your face before you take his gorgeous dark-pink tip in your mouth and suckle so sweetly on it.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tries his best to play a good game, even while you blow him under his desk. But in the end, he can't hold back and just fucks your mouth. One large hand lands in your hair, tugging on it, and his hips buck while he moans, "Fuck yeah, princess, that was worth losing that round."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who, under normal circumstances, plays to win and, in most cases, does win because he is good at everything he does. But on the rare occasions when he loses a game (without you being the cause), he will throw a fit. Flaming everyone, getting banned, throwing his mouse against the wall, and then complaining when it doesn't work anymore.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who isn't scary in those situations, though, but rather ridiculous because he becomes so dramatic. And you know he would never shout at you or hurt you. To you, he is always the sweetest devil, purring like a kitten when you coo at him and scratch his undercut, and run your fingers through his slightly sweaty pink hair. "Aww baby, did you lose a game?"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who sighs and pulls you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and telling you something about how those other guys clearly used cheats! Because it cannot be that a gaming God like Sukuna loses!

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who needs lots of kisses to get over the defeat. Strong, tattoed arms wrap tightly around you, keeping you on his lap while he licks into your mouth with his pierced tongue until your head spins.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who whispers hoarsely in your ear, telling you to stay on his lap while he starts a new game. It feels so good to snuggle against him, feeling his firm muscles under his shirt and his toned arms encircling you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who gets hard when he has you so cutely on his lap in your little skirt, feeling your warm pussy press against him through your thin panties and his jeans.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who slips a hand into your panties while waiting for the game to load, playing with your pussy until he has you whimpering and squirming on his lap.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks and pulls your panties to the side, murmuring to you softly, "Keep me sweet company, princess. Wanna feel your pretty pussy on my cock, keeping me nice and warm while I own all those losers."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you your pussy is his good luck charm. "See, I can play even better when you sit on my cock, my sweet thing."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who makes you whine because it feels so good to cockwarm him while he plays round after round, your pussy stuffed with his thick cock, feeling so full and so loved when you snuggle against him and just feel him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks at you with a passionate fire in his eyes when he is finished playing, and his large hands land on your thighs, kneading them while he rolls his hips upwards to push his thick cock deeper into your wet heat.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you in that sexy low voice to ride him right here on his gaming chair. "Let's celebrate my success with a victory fuck. Thank you for being my lucky charm, baby."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so sexy when he lets his head fall back against the headrest of his gaming chair, his cat-ear headset askew, eyes closed in pleasure, and lips opening in soft groans, while you ride him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smiles when you get up from his lap afterward, with wobbly legs and his warm cum running down your thighs. He doesn't let you get far but stops you with his strong hands, making you sit on his desk, pushing your thighs apart so he can lick your pussy clean, driving you crazy with his tongue piercing against your clit.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who also loves to play games with you, basking in the quality time you spend together. He is always very biased towards you and lets you get away with everything, letting you win and get the loot. No matter how ambitious he is, when it comes to you, he is fine with losing.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who thinks it's incredibly cute when you take his place and sit on his gaming chair wearing his cat-ear headset, playing the games you enjoy.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who spends hours playing on your account to unlock a special achievement for you so you get the mount you want so bad. Who grins broadly at you when he calls out to you, "Hey, princess, come here and look what I got for you!"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who laughs softly when you squeal and throw your arms around him. "Oh my God, Kuna!! Thank you so much, baby! But this must have taken hours!" And Sukuna just smirks that irrrestible, sexy smirk and tells you in that velvety voice, "You know I would do anything for you, princess."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who always makes sure to log off after a while and spend some time with his girl because, after all, you are his favorite toy, and playing with your pretty pussy gives him more satisfaction than any game could.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who hopefully turned his mic off before he fucks you hard on his bed, or everyone will hear your cute moans, letting them know how good he fucks you and that you only belong to him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who doesn't just take a break from gaming to fuck you but also to take you on cute dates, or cook with you, or just lie on the couch with you, his big body curled around you, hugging you from behind, cuddling and kissing you while you watch your favorite shows together.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, whose top priority will always be you. His princess, his love, his player 2.

HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES 😭😭😭 Thank you so much for reading! Seeing that gorgeous fanart drove me crazy!! I went into obsession mode and couldn't stop writing, and suddenly it was dark outside lol. Now I want to sit on his lap the whole time while he plays aaaaahhhhh!!!

I hope you like gamer boyfie Kuna!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

Milk and Cookies

Pairing: DILF!Eren x Reader

Length: 3.4k

CW: some light role play, heavy on the food play, cum eating, fingering, cockwarming, daddy/baby/honey and other pet names used, explicit sex

A/N: A DILF!Eren smut for Christmas. I know from my taglist form more than half of you guys want DILF Eren so give this some love. Also this ones a little…um… just avoid if you don’t wanna read about playing with food…

“Eren, I really don’t get why the outfit is necessary.” You gestured towards his festive choice of clothing, a set of red pants and a red furry top, the edges lined with white fabric reminiscent of the symbol of christmas: Santa Claus. He even wore the goofy red hat, the hat topped off with a white cotton puff ball. He barely gave the outfit any effort, not bothering to wear a shirt underneath nor a fake white wig and beard. He looked less like Santa Claus and more like a holiday-themed male exotic dancer, but that was beside the point. The real question was why.

He opened the closet door, rummaging through the back of the closet to pull out the gifts you’d wrapped and hidden away, to shield from the prying eyes of your son and daughter.

“‘Cause if they wake up right now and see their mom and dad putting gifts under the tree they’ll be traumatized,” Eren said, his voice muffled as he spoke from inside the closet. He pulled out a few boxes and one by one set them outside of the closet door. You helped him arrange them neatly into an organized stack. “At least at first glance we can pass for Santa. And I don’t wanna be responsible for crushing their hopes and dreams. At least not yet, anyway,” he ended with a chuckle.

“But doesn’t Santa go alone? Why’d I have to dress up too?” You looked down to your ‘Mrs. Claus’ outfit, a red and white long sleeved top with way too much cleavage paired with a short red skirt. It was most definitely not the attire of Mrs. Claus and it made you roll your eyes when Eren suggested it.

“That was more for me,” he gave you a wink, before bending down to pick up the stack of boxes to set under the christmas tree. After he set the boxes down he turned around, his intention being to grab the last box he’d left behind, but when his eyes flickered to you he smirked.

“You done staring at me yet, princess? I could use some help.” He’d caught you staring at him – how could you not when his abs were right there? Sometimes you’d forget that your husband was built like a Greek god, but at times like these, when he was barely dressed on purpose to rile you up, his sculpted chest was always there to remind you of that fact.

Two could play at the teasing. You turned to bend down and pick up the box, exaggerating your movements so your skirt would ride up, teasing him with a glance at your panties. Before you could even stand up straight, box in your arms, Eren was behind you, his arms coming around to lift the box out of your arms and over your head, as his chest pressed against your back. He asked, his voice hushed, “The kids are right down the hall, you sure you wanna wake them up?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked innocently, though by the tone of his voice you already knew the answer.

He brought the box down into the crook of his arm and used his free hand to pinch your thigh. “You’re so cruel, been teasing me all day long.”

He wasn’t wrong – in a way you were. This morning when you made yourself a latte, you stared at him with bedroom eyes as you licked the foam away from your lips. And earlier today when you and the kids were baking cookies, you’d taken a finger-full of frosting and sucked on it, just a little too enthusiastically for it to be innocent. You’d been sending him signals all day, and now with the kids put to bed Eren was ready to take you up on your silent offers. But not without a taste of the silent torture you put him through today.

He dropped off the last box under the tree before taking a seat on the sofa, next to the table where you’d placed Santa's milk and cookies not too long ago before you put the kids to bed.

“Come sit on Santa's lap, naughty girl,” he teased as he patted his thigh, his eyes taking you in as you made your way over to him. They hungirly traversed your body, down your chest and back up your bare legs. Despite your best attempts at teasing, when it came down to it your confidence would always waiver. Eren always had that effect on you – to turn you into a flustered heap of goo, your legs wobbly, your voice shaky. But today you’d try your best not to be his prey.

You straddled your husband, the fabric of your lace panties flush against his red pants. Even through the fabric you could feel his arousal. His hands gripped your waist on either side as he placed a kiss to your chest, right above your cleavage. You rested your hands on the sides of his muscular chest.

“I was so right about this outfit,” he murmured against your chest, his lips brushing your skin.

“How so?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face even closer to you.

“It makes your tits look incredible,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke, before licking a stripe up the valley between your breasts. The contact made you shiver with anticipation.

He then kissed your neck, slow open mouth kisses that threatened to eat you up, as his hands came down to firmly grasp your ass beneath the red skirt.

When he finally reached the place he loved to kiss most, your lips, his kiss was rough and needy, nipping at your lips and full of tongue. He swallowed every moan that he pulled out of your body. Then Eren brushed a finger over your clothed cunt, the fabric practically drenched with your slick.

“Eren stop teasing me,” you whined, your voice low in his ear, as a thumb pressed on your clit over the fabric. He rubbed it in a slow circle, amusement clear in his viridian eyes.

“Mm, but you’ve been teasing me all day baby, it’s only fair,” his finger hooked onto the edge of your panties, setting the fabric aside, exposing your dripping cunt to him. His finger swiped up and down your folds, causing you to shudder on his lap.

“Don’t you think–” you paused to catch a breath, his thumb once again assaulting your clit in dangerously slow but firm circles. “ –maybe we should move to the, ah, bedroom?”

“But then who’s gonna eat all these cookies?” Eren picked up a cookie from the platter on the table, bringing the treat up to his mouth. You groaned as you were faced with a double assault — with one hand, Eren was licking the frosting off one of the sugar cookies, while the other continued to tease your clit, mirth dancing across his features as he teased you.

“Eren—“ his name came out as a moan as he stuffed a long finger inside you. He didn’t even break eye contact, purple frosting coating his sinful tongue as he watched you squirm.

“Try some, baby,” his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, leaving remnants of frosting in its wake. Your hips involuntarily grinded down on him as he fingered you at a languid pace, not nearly fast enough for what you craved.

“Please, Eren,” He could feel your walls clenching around his finger, but he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied, not yet.

“Please, what?” He blinked at you innocently as he brought the cookie into his mouth past his lips. He bit down and ate half, holding the other half in the air in front of your mouth. You could barely form words between his fingers brushing against your spongy walls and the way he teased you with the frosted cookie. “My lovely wife forgot how to speak tonight, hm?”

“I want you inside me,” you breathed out.

“I already am,” as if to make a point he pulled his finger out to the first knuckle before stuffing it back in.

You reached a hand down, looping a finger underneath the waistband of his pants, “you know what I meant,” you huffed, suppressing another moan. He slipped a second finger inside, then finished off the cookie in his other hand, making sure to suck off the frosting off the tips of his fingers. He felt your body stiffen at the sight.

His two fingers curled up against the spot he knew so well inside you.

“Eren!” You cried out his name as his fingers moved exactly the way he’d made you come undone so many times before.

“You gotta be a little more quiet, honey,” he chuckled, though his fingers showed no sign of stopping. You wanted to last longer, feeling pathetic that with just two fingers Eren could make you come undone, but he easily did just that. You felt that familiar feeling in your center, the high that you craved so badly, and Eren knew it was coming from the silent moans that escaped your parted lips in the form of heavy breaths. He watched in awe, a thumb coming up to rub against your clit to help you reach your peak, as he licked the traces of frosting off his lips.

“Fuck, Eren,” you tried your best to keep your voice low as you threw your head back, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Eren slowed down the movement of his fingers to a stop once he saw you were done, before pulling his fingers up to his lips. They were soaked with your essence and you watched as he lapped it up like a starved man downs a bottle of water, shooting you a cheeky grin.

“Can’t tell what’s sweeter, you or these cookies,” he said, his eyes trained on your hands as they came down to his waistband again. You tugged at the fabric, silently pleading at your husband with your eyes and a pout. He couldn’t help but smile, your want for him making his heart burst with affection. So many years together yet he’d still feel that feeling in his heart every time, the one where he couldn’t believe you wanted him in this way.

You moved back slightly, sitting on his knees. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch, just enough for you to pull down the fabric of his red pants and boxers to his mid thigh, freeing him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprung free, the tip wet with his arousal. He watched with lidded eyes, biting his sugar-coated lips, as your hand moved up and down his shaft.

Eren stifled a groan. “Sit on Santa’s lap, baby.”

“Please stop calling yourself Santa, it’s weird,” you chuckled.

“Okay, how about sit on daddy’s lap?”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing, the way the word daddy came off his tongue sent shivers up your spine. You crawled up the short distance from his knees to his hips, your hands coming up to his shoulders, bunching up the red fabric as you gripped onto him for support. With his hands supporting your hips, you sunk down onto him, a sigh of pleasure leaving your parted lips. Before you could move your hips up, his hands on your hips firmly pushed you down, and he leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Not yet, baby,” he said as one hand let go of your hips to reach for another frosted cookie, “How about we finish these off first, hm?”

How could he even sit there so composed with his cock stuffing you so full? You were so frustrated, you just wanted to move. And he couldn't help but grin at your obvious predicament.

“Eren, baby, can we please go to the bedroom?” you tried your best to make your voice firm despite speaking in a hushed voice. He only chuckled.

“You spent the whole day teasing me like this,” he took his index finger and swiped down the center of a frosted cookie, picking up a hearty glob of frosting, before taking the frosting and drawing a stripe down his tongue. He made a show of sucking off his finger, his smoldering eyes meeting your heated gaze. “At least let me have a little fun.”

Before you could say anything else, he repeated the motion of picking up some frosting on his fingers – but this time instead of his tongue, his finger drew a line of frosting down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands came up to your shoulders and pulled down your top slightly. He felt your walls clench around him as he dipped his head down to suck off the sweet cream from your skin. Then he pulled down your top further down your arms until your breasts were exposed to him. Like an artist painting a canvas, he smirked as he covered your nipple with frosting.

“Eren, fuck can you, mmm, please–” you wanted to beg for him to stop, the teasing going way further than you imagined it would. His tongue swirled around your perked nipple, lapping off the saccharine cream, before he sucked at it, taking the last of the frosting into his mouth.

He took his fingers that were covered in frosting and tapped them onto your lips, a signal to open them. When you did, he placed his fingers onto your tongue. “Shhh, don’t wanna wake the kids do you?”

You shook your head no, before closing your lips around his fingers and sucking off the remaining frosting. You could feel his cock twitch inside you. He rutted his hips up, causing you to moan, though your mouth was closed around his fingers still. He brought the cookie to his lips, eating half, then he removed his fingers from your mouth and gave you the other half. They were soft and sweet, absolutely delicious. Even with most of the frosting removed.

Eren reached over for the glass of milk, taking a sip, watching in amusement as your patience was wearing down. There was one thing you could do, you realized as you watched him drink the white liquid.

You took the glass from out of his hand and took a sip, purposefully spilling a few drops from the corners of your lips. Immediately the imagery of white liquid on your lips brought his mind to not-so-innocent places, and you felt him stir below you. You stuck your tongue out, a faint white sheen coating your otherwise pink tongue, to lap up the drops of milk. You made sure to gaze at him the entire time, his mouth parted in surprise as he watched you.

This teasing was becoming too much, even for him.

“Fuck, hold on,” he tapped your thigh, his willpower gone. There was only so long he could take with you on his lap like that, in that sinful holiday outfit, drops of what could have been his essence trailing down your lips. You rose off his lap and he immediately moved up so that he was behind you, your body pressed down into the couch. In no time at all he slammed back into you, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’d probably wake up with bruises. But it didn’t matter, because all you could think of was how badly you wanted him.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your head turned behind you to get a look at him. If you weren’t so turned on you’d almost laugh at his head-to-toe Santa get-up. But honestly he looked incredible even in an outfit as ridiculous as that one. His abs, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glistened in the soft lights of the living room. His eyes were a deep muted green, sultry and full of his passion. His hands were so warm on your hips, somehow still sending tingles up your spine after all this time.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” he rocked his hips just once, enough to kiss your cervix, before dragging back out.

“I want you to fuck me,” you asked, pushing your hips back up against him.

A hand came off your hip to squeeze the meat of your ass. He leaned down to your ear, “Yeah? Daddy 'll fuck you real good. Just keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He bunched up the fabric of your top and skirt around your waist, the sight of the red and white fabric making your actions almost even more sinful — to be fucking while dressed like mr. and mrs. Claus was not something he ever expected to do. But fuck if it wasn’t turning him on.

He pulled back before snapping his hips into you, the force pushing you further into the couch. You bit your lip and he repeated the motions over and over, his cock stretching you open and dragging along your tight walls. He watched as you took him in over and over, whispers of expletives tumbling out of his lips.

Normally Eren was quite vocal during sex, but tonight it was all muffled grunts and silent groans, a true effort to keep quiet. But you were another story.

His thrusts were becoming relentless, and when he reached the spot that had you seeing stars you sobbed.

“Shit, Eren, right there—yes,” you were so lost in it you didn’t realize the volume of your voice was increasing with every word.

He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers hooking into your mouth again.

“Naughty girl, what did I say?” He spoke into your ear again, his breath hot and his voice low, breathless due to his exertion.

“Ta thee quifettt,” you tried to speak but his fingers held your tongue down.

“Good girl,” he sighed in approval as he continued to slam his cock into you, “so so good, take me so perfectly baby,” his voice was soft in your ear still, his hands coming back down to cover the back of yours, his long fingers occupying the gaps between yours. He felt you clenching tight around him, your body sinking further into the couch. You were close.

“‘Ren I’m gonna—Fuck—I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered below him. You felt him plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“Then do it. Cum on me, baby,” he bit down on your shoulder to suppress a groan as his thrusts were deep, reaching a spot in you that would have had you screaming if you weren’t 10 feet away from your sleeping children.

To help you reach your peak Eren pressed a finger against your clit, teasing circles around the bud. You were a goner after that, your orgasm coming quickly as you cried out his name.

Eren was close behind thanks to the way you clenched so tightly around him.

Suddenly Eren had an idea.

“Can I cum on your mouth?” He asked, his thrusts slowing down as you descended from your high.

“Anywhere you want,” you were too fucked out to care.

He pulled out, gesturing for you to sit up on the couch as he stood up before you. You stuck out your tongue and he brought the head of his sensitive dick to your mouth. He was on the edge already, his hand pumping his shaft as you licked at his tip, coated with your previous release. With a few strokes he came, a guttural moan coming out of his mouth from the back of his throat. His cum shot out into your mouth, some of it dribbling down the sides and over your chin. He watched as you stuck out your tongue to lap up whatever you didn’t swallow.

However there was still some left around your mouth. Eren swiped it up with his fingers, before reaching over for another cookie. You watched, a mixture of surprise and (to your own surprise?) arousal, as he mixed his seed with the frosting on the tips of his fingers. He stuck his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them clean.

“Eren, you’re so ridiculous,” you finally said after lapping up the last of his salty cum and the sweet frosting.

He chuckled, landing a quick kiss to your purple-stained lips, “what, you don’t like a little milk with your cookies?”

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cute little babysitter

warnings: unprotected sex, cream pie, heavy breeding, squirting, little bit of hair pulling, use of plugs, orgasm denial, edging, cockwarmjng, fingering, name calling (slut and bitch), praising, maybe a little bit of degrading??

word count: 864

⟶ just wanna be little megumi’s babysitter and have toji fuck me every time he comes home from a mission.

toji had been gone all day on a mission so you ended up falling asleep on the couch with little megumi snuggled up on your chest waiting for toji. once he walked through the door he saw his small son clinging to the cute little babysitter’s breasts.

you had been babysitting megumi for quite some time and megumi had slowly begun treating you as his own mother which pleased toji very much. ever since you introduced yourself to him, he wanted to shove you into the mattress and have your cute little cunt wrapped around his leaking cock.

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