AHHAHA Idk If When Ka Mag Oopen Ng Reqs Pero Mag Ddrop Na Ako In Advance Kasi Na Eexcited Na Me, Imagine

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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N-need more … zhongli and chubby goddess reader .. or I’ll collapse

*catches you as you’re falling* fret not, anon… you’ve come to the right person for all things Squish related….

fem + chubby reader, an unofficial but totally official continuation to my rex lapis x chubby archon reader from the other day, body worship, and thighfucking below!

rex lapis who summons his darling little goddess of fertility wife with a simple call of your name— after he was gracious enough to take you in and grant you his protection, you quickly decided that being at his beck and call was in your best interest. who would you be to fight him, deny him, or stall him when he awarded you more kindness and graciousness than he’s ever awarded anyone else? when he calls for you, you answer, and now is no different.

you enter the room with a clumsy curtsy, folding your hands in front of you as he flips through a stack of papers. “my beloved,” he says simply, deep amber eyes leaving the contract he’s proofreading and gazing up at you. “come closer.”

“are you coming to bed soon?” you ask sweetly, trying to tread lightly so you don’t accidentally ask any invasive questions about his work. it’s none of your business— you’re not the god of contracts.

he only shakes his head, sighing and setting his papers down. “not anytime within the hour, i’m afraid. there’s much to be done before i meet with that troublesome archon of war tomorrow afternoon.”

you can’t hide your disappointment. you were hoping he’d resign himself to bed early for once so you could invite him to snuggle and hopefully then some. he works so hard— you’d like to take care of your husband even if he’s not generally the affectionate type.

and how he’d like to leave his paperwork for the night and fill his palms with something a little softer and sweeter than the stained, tattered cloth of ancient scrolls and contracts. how he’d like to indulge in the soft, comforting warmth only his wife is able to provide— rex lapis is inclined to believe that you’re hoping to tempt him into bed with the way you’re dressed. how sweet— his demure, flustered little wife wants to rile him up.

your nightgown is sheer enough to easily make out the outline of your areolas through the fabric and tiny enough to catch where it clings to your ample waist and soft belly— is there anything more erotic than seeing the gentle curve of your plump belly visible in your tight pajamas and sheer gowns? he doesn’t believe so.

answering his prior request, you make your way over to his desk. the candlelight coming from his workspace illuminates your body nicely— your husband really can make out the outline of your soft tits through the sheer silk of your nightgown.

“and is this your way of inviting me to bed?” he asks, expression completely neutral. oh, archons— is he going to mock you for such a pitiful attempt? scold you for attempting to interrupt his work? dismiss you with a disappointed sigh and a flick of his wrist? your husband is by no means cruel, but he does tend to be… cold.

“i thought that— it’s not… it’s not like that, i was just… getting comfortable,” you answer in a tiny voice, fiddling with the hem of your nightgown and tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth. “is it… no good?”

rex lapis replaces his quill pen in its dish of ink and sets it aside. “apologies, i didn’t mean it like that. it looks lovely on you, truly.”

“thank you, my love.”

rex lapis swallows hard— how do you always manage to be so sweet? how have you lived so many centuries untouched by the sin, wrath, and war every other god hasn’t been able to escape? how do you always manage to chip at his cold exterior?

“come here a moment,” he murmurs, hands settling on your soft waist. the way your body easily gives beneath his hands and allows him to get a good grip on you does more to him than he’d ever admit. soft and easily manipulated like bread dough, warm like a quilt left to dry in the sunlight all day, and more comforting than any of teyvat’s finest luxuries. you allow him to tug you into his lap, your arms shakily wrapping around his shoulders to better balance yourself on his thighs.

“this truly does look lovely on you. shall we go to the harbor tomorrow and purchase more silk to craft you a few more?” rex lapis offers, one of his dark, dully glowing hands sliding up the apex of one of your plump thighs. “perhaps paired with a necklace carved from cor lapis as well.”

his other hand gently maps the curve of your neck and your shoulder, relishing in the way you shiver and breathe his name quietly. you say nothing as he continues to trace your body like he’s drafting a map of liyue, his fingers dipping into the valley of your cleavage before retreating and drawing over the plump swells of your breasts.

“beautiful,” he murmurs contently, resting his face in the crook of your neck. “not a thing in all of teyvat could ever provide a man, mortal or immortal, with the same comfort and security his wife can.”

a hand grabbing at the soft tuft of your lower belly makes you shiver against his thighs, inadvertently rutting yourself against his leg as he gropes a generous handful of your tummy.

“lovely indeed,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he’s confirming a theory. “this softness serves as its own testament to a life of comfort, luxury, and generosity. my hands have long since worn down to callouses and bone from never-ending war and, as i’m sure you’ve noticed, my body is lined with a electric storm of scars after having sustained so many injuries. but you…”

your husband cups the plump heft of your belly in one of his broad palms, soft and undeniably warm against his skin as he massages your tummy with determination. “but you, my dearest… you stand for all the things i’ve fought for all this time. safety, comfort, and prosperity. a body this lovely is no greater proof of that.”

rex lapis cups your waist once more and gently drags you against one of his muscled thighs, sighing in delight in response to your surprised and pleasured moans. oh, he’d just love to eat you up.

“please allow me to continue worshipping your body as any man ought to worship his beloved, my love.”

Need sukuna in racer au 😩

REWARDS FROM A RACER

a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.” 

“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.

if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.

but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.

it was the only race he ever lost.

“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”

you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”

“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?

“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”

you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”

sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.

“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.

across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.

“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.

sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”

you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”

and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.

with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.

“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”

beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.

and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.

sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”

“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.

sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.

“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure. 

“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.

“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.

“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.

“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”

you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.

“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.

“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.

so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”

“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.

“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.

“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”

REPENTED ONTO THE LORD, Toji f. - pastor lover. <3

You had one roll; A nun. A virgin.

Such a holy one now pulling your hair back in the grip of his fist. You knew this priest had a kinky side. His teeth held his onyx black cassock. His sweaty, oily chest and v-cut open to his view as he knocked your back out from behind. He had three main kinks when it came to sex at the chapel with you. Breeding, degradation, praise.

As he prayed to the one true god, he whispers a prayer from above you. He holds you down, his hands bigger than your face. Steady and placed on your waistline. He continues to pump you full of his children. You can’t handle it, feeling his sperm from more than 10 minutes ago spilling down your thighs. His prayers are answered, watching as you. Take his cum, cry and weep, and bless him with his name.

“Oh thy is a sin onto us, but with me. I shall lead you down the path of the lord. Do you understand stand me cunt?….”

He pushed farther, enough to push against your back walls, entering your stomach.

“Father please!- no more!” He ignored you of course. As he continued his prayers. “Oh lord, thank you for providing me this bitch…”

Okay…..so…..hear me out……..

roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

CATER 2 U how you make the genshin men cum!

alhaitham, childe [ajax], thoma x f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. oral [ m -> f && f -> m ] / facials / cumplay + eating / breeding kink / creampies / petnames / thoma calls you "puppy" / use of "mommy" && "daddy" in childe's / praise. comments + reblogs supa appreciated!

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ALHAITHAM

alhaitham doesn't think he'll ever know a prettier sight than when you're down on your knees, looking up at him with those bambi eyes that never fail to get his cock twitching in his pants. he doesn't think he'll ever know a prettier sight than when he paints your face with his seed, rubbing it into your lips with the his thumb until they’re coated with a glossy sheen. and he most definitely doesn’t think he’ll ever know a prettier sight than when your lips are wrapped around his fingers, whimpering sweetly at his taste.

“oh, fuck, good girl— keep strokin' my cock like that,” alhaitham's fists have his armrests in a vice grip, earpiece laying long forgotten on the office desk and head thrown back as he feels your lips sucking at the tip of his cock.

a groan pushes past him when your hand squeezes tighter around his girth, pumping up and down his length tantalizingly slowly— but with just the right amount of force that you know will dot his vision with white spots when he cums.

your tongue replaces your lips as you lick up his slit, free hand fondling his balls. it’s enough to push him over the edge and send the coil in his stomach unravelling, his trembling thighs being an easy indicator of it.

“cumming… cumming—” thick ribbons of his milk gush all over your face, coating your skin and lips as he watches his cock jump through tired, lidded eyes. he doesn’t take a moment to catch his breath— impatient as ever when he's with you— and cards his fingers down through your hair to tenderly grip your chin, tilting your face up to better examine his work of art, “such a smart girl, a pretty girl... hah— wonder what the sages would say if they saw you like this.”

pride swells in his chest when he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, spreading his cum over the supple skin there. before he can pull back, your fingers find his wrist, clasping it as you open your mouth to encircle his digit with your tongue. the sloppy sound of you sucking on it and the gentle vibrations of you humming at the musky scent and the sharp taste of his release coax an expletive from him.

alhaitham can’t help the way his cock twitches back to life at the sight in front of him, remnant drops of cum spilling from his slit onto your bare chest.

“you really know how to take it out on me, huh?”

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ CHILDE

what childe loves the most about you is your smile. a smile so bright and beautiful— it nearly left him blind the first time he caught sight of it. he fell fast and hard; and he vowed to protect it, to make sure not one teardrop spilled over your bottom lash. what childe loves the most about you is your smile— but he thinks the way you’re shedding tears whenever you’re underneath him and begging for his cum is enough to rival that.

“please… please, ajax…” your calves quiver atop your lover's broad shoulders when he bottoms out again, balls heavy against the curve of your ass, and his cock twitching against the velvety warmth of your walls. he has you folded nearly in half— thrusts deep, slow, and calculated as he peers down at your strained expression through the strands of ginger hanging in front of his face.

“please, what? use your words, sweetheart.”

tears gush out over your lash line and dribble down your cheeks, “please, cum inside, wan’ it s’bad— please, please, please,” your chest rises and falls unsteadily as you sob out, fingers threading through mussed hair as they search for purchase in his roots.

a guttural groan escapes the confines of his throat when he hears the crack in your voice and notices the tears staining your skin.

he’s broken you.

oh, he thinks you look so sweet like this— panting and whining; so greedy with the way you’re begging for his hot milk— it has blood flooding down to his cock like never before, “y’want my cum? y’wanna make me a daddy?”

you hiccup, a tremor working its way through your limbs at his words, “uh huh—oh, fuck—!” and then he begins to pound into you without warning, knocking the air out of your lungs as the tip of his dick abuses your cervix with the sole intent of flooding your womb full of his seed.

“fuck— gonna cum so deep inside, gonna make you a mommy— gonna make you the prettiest fuckin’ mommy—shit,” he leans down to swallow your cries, lips sloppily brushing over yours as your hot breath fans his face, “c-cumming—” he’s whispering against the shell of your ear as he shushes your pleasured wails, your fluttering walls milking him for all he’s worth when he spills inside you.

yeah, he’s definitely knocked you up.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ THOMA

thoma would spend the rest of eternity with his face in between your legs if he could. he’s not ashamed to say he’s addicted to your taste— he loves the way it spreads over his tongue as a thin sheet of syrupy sweetness, he loves your pretty cries, but what he loves most is to hear you praise him. your pleasure is his pleasure— and he can’t help the way he cums untouched whenever you spill all over his chin and whine out how good he is, how perfect he is for you.

“thoma, thoma— f-fuck, right there…” you peer down at your lover through hooded lids, feeling your pulsating nub swell with blood under the suckling of his lips, the fire in the pit of your stomach only growing brighter with the continuous quirk of his index and middle finger against that precious bundle of nerves that lie deep within your walls.

his free hand trails over the love bites he left on the insides of your thighs from earlier on in the night, emerald eyes flicking across your heaving frame to drink in your expression.

you look so pretty from this angle— thoma swears he sees a halo hanging over your head.

bottom lip trapped in your top two teeth, head leaning back against the headboard, restless fingers bunching up the cotton by your sides as your cunny clenches around the two digits inside you— the sight's enough to leave his head spinning.

and the sounds you’re making— god, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to hold out much longer. soft mewls of his name and breathless chants of, “please, please, please,” engulf his senses along with the taste of your sweet nectar coating his tongue.

“doin’ s’good, thoma— fuck, you’re so perfect; love you, i love you so much...”

your praise travels straight to his cock, and it has his hips jerking down against the bed, “fuck— p-puppy, gonna cum,” and then he’s moaning into your cunt, the vibrations sending a sharp wave of pleasure through your nerves as you both cum together, your juices coating the bottom half of his face and his seed seeping through the thin fabric of his boxers to wet the bed.

he rides out his high by grinding down into the mattress, his grip on your thighs getting tighter when he feels the sweet stickiness of your essence against his chin.

but this isn’t enough— he needs to taste more of you, needs to have you writhing underneath him, needs to hear you begging for him to stop.

he’s insatiable.

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𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗

sugardaddy!toji x fem reader. 18+ p in v, pwp, daddy kink, age gap — toji is 35, reader is 24. drabble. ♡

You always liked your men older. Luckily enough for you, the man you called a sugar daddy was more than willing to fuel your sickening desires.

Fucking on a desk was one thing, but now having him on his back as you rode him. Head lolled back, eyes following as your greedy cunt took it all. “Shit daddy!” You moaned, he groaned looking at your face.

“C’mon…” he groaned as you slowed, hips rolling, sending his eyes back. You couldn’t stop yourself from cumming hard at how fucked out he looked. Head sweaty, mouth wide, rough hands on your soft hips.

You slowly rolled your hips again, his grip tightened. He laughed as you started your fast pace again.

He loved you so much, that even the fifteen grand he gave you just to fuck you for a week was nothing, nothing compared to what he’d do for you.

toji fucks you like this. and even with all of the gasping and whining, you still squeeze him like your life depends on it, needy and determined to feel the pressure of his cock filling you up always.

he’ll press a kiss to your temple, one so soft that it directly contradicts the power behind his strokes as he murmurs “Look at my pretty fucking girl, taking it like a champ.”

Sukuna Domestic Headcanons (NSFW)

Nanami | Gojou | Itadori | Inumaki

Please, this guy would be clueless about modern life... everything would confuse him and it would lead to some great laughs for you but also a grumpy, pouty Sukuna

Microwave? You mean a box where I can cook people in? Washing machine? I can drown someone in there? Television? He would think it was sorcery first... glare at it menacingly until he saw the unsolved mysteries channel and was hooked.

Cooking is hilarious... I mean this guy is huge right? So he eats alot! And it goes nowhere, you can't even tell since he has like single digit body fat but you have to cook a whole ass meal just for him.

He gets jealous so easily... you're talking on the phone to a friend? He's sat next to you teasing you with kisses. You're wearing someone else t-shirt? Good luck because that's getting ripped off soon. Someone touches you when you're walking around? Pfft, if that person isn't losing a hand, you're getting pulled into the nearest alleyway and marked up as his.

Speaking of, this guy forgets his own strength... or says he does. There's always scratches on your thighs where he holds you down when his mouth is on you, mouth and teeth marks where he likes sucking and biting you. Your ass is always sore from the spanks.

It's also very easy to make him jealous. So, so easy. Just a small hint of someone liking you or talking to you and this guy sees red. RIP that 😸

He loves baths. Legitimately will sit and soak in the bathtub for hours, has a range of bath salts and bubble baths just for this.

When he's been especially rough with you, he'll sit you in the bathtub with him. Your back to his chest and he'll rub the soap into your skin and look after you.

Acts all growly and rough, but in fact loves cuddles at night. He won't ask for them, but he'll be like 'are you scared of me? No? So, why are you far away?'

The one time you saw a plushie that looked like him and started sleeping with it in the bed, he started hiding it so you would cuddle him instead. The one time you found it in the oven 🤦🏻‍♀️

Walks around in his robes all the time, but not worn properly no, he'll have it open low so you can see his abs or the front open so his thighs are out when he sits down. He knows it gets you hot and bothered, so he'll do it on purpose.

Enjoys watching you dress up, especially when you do your make up. Finds the whole process fascinating, especially when your lipstick leaves ring marks around his dick.

The one time for Halloween you dressed up as him with the face marking and red contacts for eyes. He took one look at you and instead of going trick or treating you were pinned to the door and railed until you passed out. Suffice to say, he liked that alot.