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Mornings spent with you ．♡— Words: — 1.7k ．♡— warnings: — fem! reader, visual link, Spanking, dirty talk, Morning sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, marking, biting, pet names used, clit slapping, unprotected, several orgasms, dry humping, somnophilia kinda - reader is half asleep. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. ------ ．♡— a/n: ageless nameless blogs will be blocked. it takes 15 seconds to add an age and a profile photo. I am not responsible for any content anyone consumes. Read at your own risk. please pay attention to all warnings listed above.

just thinking about this and blade

You began to stir awake, the feeling of open mouth kisses trailed along your neck as you felt a hand wandering your body. Pulling you back against the warmth of your boyfriend. A groan echoing in your ear as your eyes wanted to open but the sleep's grasp on your body was stronger than the pull that Blade had on you. 

A whine was pulled from your lips as his hand trailed under your tank top hand molding around the mound. Pushing your hips back against his in protest as he rolled his back against yours in response. He was hard. 

“Fuck.. princess” his voice filled the room, the gravel of need and desperation intertwined in the sleepiness. his body covering the back of yours, pinning you back to him with his arm. He could feel the need surging through him, the chaotic energy threatening to consume him, but in that moment, all he wanted was to consume you in return.

His hands slid down to your ass feeling the weight of it against his palm. Gods he loved it.  He could feel your heat, your desire, and it only fueled his desperation that bubbled in the pit of his stomach. Blades lips never left your skin, his mouth marking you as his. 

A whine left your lips as you tried to pull from him. Your hand came to wrap around his wrist as his hand slid up your thigh, pushing your sleep shorts out of the way. Blades fingers brushing against your core. He could feel your wetness, your readiness, and it made him groan, his hips rocking forward instinctively. Blade needed you, needed to be inside you, needed to lose himself in the tight, wet heat of your body.

“Mm.. Blade wh..what are you doing it's so early..” You mewled feeling his greedy hands roam your body. It wasn't like the two of you haven't had these conversations before. Having woken him up a million times with your head bobbing up and down on his cock. Remembering the feeling of his cum shooting down your throat.

"Good Morning Angel" he spoke, his voice low. His fingers circled your clit, teasing, tormenting, demanding your surrender. “Had a dirty dream about my little slut. Needed you so bad this morning. Y’feel it babygirl? Feel what you did to me? Cant even rest without you tormenting me.”  Blade growled out as he ruts his hips against your ass to emphasize his words. 

“When are you not needy Bladie?” You teased as he only scoffed in response. Pushing your shorts down as he gripped your thigh to rest over his own. Exposing your body to him as you move to let him have more access to your aching body. 

“That's my good girl, always so ready for me aren't you” Blades voice dripped with lust as he pressed an open mouth kiss against your neck, feeling your arm wrap around the back of his head, letting you pull him down for a kiss. 

“Always. Nobody else makes me feel as good as you do.” You let out a whine as a slap echoed the room, body jolting as his hand slapped your clit again. “Shit.. do that again.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he landed another slap against your bundle of nerves. Body jolting again as you let out a hitched breath. Your gaze met his, your hues were swimming with lust. Blades swimming with the same same desperation. 

“Greedy girl," he rasped, before surging forward to capture your lips in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth, stroking against you, tasting the honey and sin of them. He swallowed your breathy little moans, the way they whimpered and cried into his mouth.

Blades hand slid from your slit to your entrance, one long finger pushing inside your dripping heat. He groaned at the feel of your walls clenching around him, so tight and slick and perfect. Gods, but they were made for him. 

"You want to be split open on my cock, sweetheart? I know you do. Gotta cum all over my fingers first baby." he purred darkly against your lips, adding a second finger, pumping them in and out of you clutching the sheets. His thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles over the swollen nub, feeling it throb against his touch. "Want to feel me deep inside this tight little cunt, fucking you so hard you forget your own name?"

His words were filthy at best. Mewls and whimpers fell from your parted lips. Mouth feeling dry from the heavy pants that passed through. Rocking your hips in pace with his fingers that made your stomach burn. 

“Your fingers feel so good Blade! Ngh!” You rolled your hips in desperation “m’ gonna come on your fingers please can I? Please then I’ll take your cock please wanna come on your fingers too please!” You begged as you gripped at the sheets. 

He curled his fingers just so perfectly, stroking that secret spot deep inside them that made them see stars. The words that rolled off your tongue were vulgar, dirty, and filled with a desperation that could be heard. You felt your breath hitch as he brushed against that spongy spot over and over again. Your vision went blurry as you came all over his fingers. A ringing in my ears, now realizing just how loud you had cried out his name. 

The feel of his heavy cock, still constrained by the fabric of his sweats, dragging against your ass was exquisite torture. He ached to be inside them, to bury himself to the hilt in your wet heat and never withdraw until he'd pumped them full of his seed. 

“Fuck look at you, such a mess.” His hand came in quick repeated slaps against the plump skin. Grabbing at the reddened skin. “Such a beautiful mess, my mess.” He mused as he pressed a deep kiss against your lips. 

He withdrew his hand from between your legs, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. He made a show of licking them clean, his tongue lapping up every drop of your essence, savoring the taste of your arousal.

"Mmm, you taste divine, Look at this greedy little hole, already so empty and wanting," he murmurs, running a finger through the slick folds and feeling her clench around the intrusion. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going to fill it up. Gonna pump you so full of cum, you'll be dripping for days."

he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. “Im going to fuck your pretty pussy, until your pretty little head is so empty the only thing you can think about is how I feel inside you.” His hand came to wrap around your throat, just enough pressure to get you to pay attention to his words. A lopsided smile curled at your lips. “Okay Bladie.” You spoke, already dazed from his voice and fingers alone. 

Blade shifted as his hand pushed down his sweats. Freeing his cock from its confinements, a sigh of relief passed through his nose. His hand came to your thigh once more as he pushed your legs apart and pulled you closer. Slapping his cockhead against your enterance, a whine of protest echoed in the room. 

Slowly Blade finally sides into your tight, wet heat. Engulfing him, surrounding him, squeezing him like a velvet vice. A guttural, animalistic groan tore from his throat as your nails dug into his shoulders, the sharp sting of pain only heightening his pleasure. The feeling of your body shuddering and quaking above him, coming undone on his cock, was almost more than Blade could bear.

With a low, possessive growl, Blade rolled your hips, He settled himself between your thighs, his cock buried deep inside your fluttering, sensitive flesh. Blade's mouth found yours in a searing, desperate kiss, his tongue delving inside to taste your moans and whimpers, to swallow the sweet sounds of your pleasure. His hands slid up your sides, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the tender flesh, feeling your nipples pebble against his palms.

He tore his mouth from yours to blaze a trail down your neck and chest with lips and teeth and tongue, pausing to leave his tongue over one straining peak before drawing it into the hot cavern of his mouth. Blade suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

As he worked his way back up your body, Blade's hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of your tight channel with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the bed and the harsh pants and groans of your mutual pleasure. His hand coming down to slap against your skin seemingly every other thrust of his hips.

"Shit baby," Blade rasped, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "You feel... ungh... so fucking good. So tight, so perfect, like you were made just for me."

"Come for me, baby, thats right thats fucking right." Blade commanded, his eyes dark and intense as they bored into yours. "Let me feel you come apart on my cock, let me feel your pleasure, your love, your everything. Give yourself to me, princess. Let me feel you fall apart."

With that, Blade captured your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing your scream of ecstasy as your second orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing and shaking against his, your walls clamping down around him like a silken fist. The feeling of your release, the way your body welcomed and embraced his own, pushed Blade over the edge. With a hoarse shout of your name, he spilled himself deep inside you, his hot seed filling you. 

Heavy and ragged breaths filled the room as you felt blades hands soothe your skin. Gentle kisses pressed against your cheek and shoulder, your hand reaching for his own as you linked your fingers with his. 

“What a way to be woken up, seems like someone was pent up more than normal huh” You spoke pushing yourself off his softening cock with a hiss. Turning to face him as you brushed his hair from his face. 

“Maybe it's the mara, yeah it was definitely the mara that made me do it.” Blade chuckled as he pulled you closer again, bringing you in for a deep kiss. 

“Yeah yeah, your last famous words huh. Ya know, you're lucky I love you.” 

“You could say that. And yeah, I know. I'm crazy in love with you too.”

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This was fun and also felt pretty accurate to who I am as a writer/content consumer. Some of these are also way more flexible and aren't a hard "no" but def. depends on the writer and characters involved!

Thanks for the tag @hauntedhokage

No Pressure Tags: @hayatoseyepatch @sandwitchstories @littleplantfreak @sunmerberrie

something i found

in terms of entirely green or entirely blue i didnt get bingo </3

if u disagree with my choices send me the most 'this will fix you.' fanfic in my ask box. or argue idc

MY ADDENDUMS BC I LIKE TO OVEREXPLAIN also original under the cut

i am so neutral about most tropes its all about delivery jgkdshkdshgdk .... some of the yellow i would even say i dislike but the delivery can make me like it

a lot of the blue ones i would enjoy if there were some sort of subversion from the 'typical'/expected, or there's some layers. like if its an age gap i prefer an older woman-younger man. i like gentle dom and sub. i like necro if its angsty or yandere.

omegaverse is the bane of my existence i'm sorry. it feels like gender roles but if we made it lgbt but also if they were just kinda cishet LMFAOOO but dw i see the appeal! obviously, since theres purple. also i think sex is just funner when ppl do it just because. not because they literally have no choice due to biology

size difference overrated i'm sorry. i see the appeal though.

i made servitude orange but realistically i would enjoy it if its willing/devoted servitude. i was imagining forced servitude i guess.

original

tagging @sophiethewitch1 @hana-no-seiiki @arkhamshoneybee @couldeatthatgirlforlunch @obsessivevoidkitten @deviouz

only if u want!

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Wow, I-

This is not my man. He's just a man.

^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass

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AHHH @akiisks thank you so so much for yet another amazing commission ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა I am absolutely beyond smitten with it, and you, my love!! All your little touches just have me swooning over and over again, I can’t stop looking at it. (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)❤︎︎

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Praise Be - Kafka Hibino x Fem!Reader CW: NSFW. Established relationship, corny Kafka Hibino, praise, worship, pet names, missionary and cowgirl. || Minors Do Not Interact || WC: 993 || As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Praising you comes as easy to Kafka Hibino as putting his life on the line daily as a member of the Kaiju Defense Force—in other words, it’s as easy as breathing. 

At first, you thought it would eventually taper off as it does in most relationships when the honeymoon period ends. Because isn’t the chase the fun part?

But as weeks turned into months and you both drifted into that comfortable lull that most relationships eventually enter, the compliments didn’t stop; they just became soul-achingly personal to you.

Walking through the halls at HQ, he’ll wiggle his eyebrows, give you an exaggerated wink, and shoot you the finger guns. “Looking good, beautiful!” 

Hoshina cackles as he walks past you both. “Oh, he’s down bad.”

But the opinions of others don’t matter because Kafka would yell it from the top of the tallest and most dangerous Kaiju’s head for all to hear if it meant making you crack a smile. 

Leaning over your shoulder as you type away a time-sensitive report, his eyes scan the screen as he exhales—firm and steady like his adoration for you. “Fuck you’re smart. How did I get so lucky?”

And in the privacy of his quarters—where you both can be raw, unfiltered, authentically each other—he describes you in ways no one ever has.

Full lips caress the tip of your ear, warm breath curling the loose strands of your hair as you lose yourselves in one another.

His hips continue their steady, deep strokes, each thrust pushing him a little deeper, a little harder, until he could feel the head of his cock kissing something that feels impossibly deep and deliciously sensitive. 

“You’re breathtaking.” His voice cracks with sincerity and something untempered. 

“Everything about you is perfect—the way your lips wrap around my name, how you touch me when you want it deeper, how you gasp when it’s just right.”

It’s enough to make you blush, which you do, as you bite your lip. But the persistent heat to your cheeks doesn’t stop your body from asking for more. For everything.

With a groan, strong, calloused yet gentle hands grip your hip, pulling you flush against him as if you two could be any closer.

“Perfect arch, baby girl.”

“You make my chest ache so good when you look at me like that, baby.”

“Let me make you feel good with this cock—a cock that’s only meant to serve you.” 

“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty.”

Not with words but with a roll of your hips, you show him exactly where you want him to drag his length, which spot he needs to kiss with the tip of the most intimate part of himself to make your breathing grow ragged. 

“Yeah, right there? Just like that, gorgeous.” Smoldering eyes sweep over you, combined with a deep chuckle that makes your spine tingle. 

“God, y-you’re going to break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth as he sinks into a spot that has eyes fluttering like he just tasted the most decadent sweetest thing.

Despite the state—and position—he has you in, you look up at him, eyes eclipsing with something that makes Kafka audibly swallow.

“Do you want to be broken, Kafka Hibino?”

“Y-yes, please,” he chokes out, eyes devouring every inch of you. And you swear you can hear the beating of his heart as you coax him onto his back. 

And so you ride him like you desire to break him, but right when he’s on the verge of shattering, you slow the rotation of your hips, drawing out something between a needy whimper and a frustrated groan from those same lips used to praise you moments before.

He loves you like this—powerful, comfortable in your own skin, and absolutely glowing. 

“I’ve never felt this good in my fucking life! You’re everything, baby. You’re the sun, the moon, the fucking universe. No, you’re more.”

You lean down, offering a thumb between his lips, which he suckles greedily and without apology. “You say that every time.”

And he might be babiling and rambling words of praise at you like he’s delivering a sermon to parched ears, but your statement sobers him briefly off his pussy-drunkenness. “I don’t take any of this lightly.”

For a moment, your hips still as you look down at him—really look—at the vulnerability, yet steadfast certainty in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this. Dreamt of you.”

Your brow furrows in reflective contemplation. Being in someone’s dream, especially someone like Kafka, is not only deep, it’s serious.

“But it turns out that reality is way better than the dream. This,” he gently squeezes your hip, “is everything.”

Eyes softening and heart aching, you continue your movements. You both gasp from the friction, which somehow feels sharper, like you were both experiencing life in blurred, dull Polaroids and now those same pictures have been developed in full, vivid color. 

His hips tilt upward—once, twice—as if he’s testing the waters of his own limits before he begins to buck up to meet your erratic undulations.

“I would be everything and anything you’d need me to be if it meant experiencing you like this until the day I die.”

God, it’s a steady stream with him, but you don’t mind. Hell, it manages to stoke the flames of your stamina, allowing you to ignore that tell-tale burn in your thighs that usually precedes you rolling off and allowing him to retake the reins. No, you want to finish him off this way.

“You already are everything, Kafka Hibino. Now stop talking and let me break you like I promised.”

Kafka’s eyes nearly roll to the heavens as you hit a spot that makes him leak and twitch.

“You are literal bliss, baby. I can’t get enough of you. Take exactly what you need cuz I wanna give it to you.”

It never stops. 

@pixelcafe-network @hayatoseyepatch

Might be back on my bullshit but not entirely sure. Regardless, I am foaming at the mouth for Kafka Hibino.

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mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

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I wanna horny post so bad but it’s 8PM.

It’s giving…are you horny or is it the Sunday Scaries?

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mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

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Pairings: Togame, Kotoha, Suo, Nirei, Umemiya, Chika, Endo, Haruka x fem reader (separate) Warnings: its smut, visual links, grinding, kneading, p n v, toy use, marking mentioned, bj, boobjob, semi public. Notes: all characters are aged up I fear this is self explanatory. there are some bonus ones at the bottom that I came across that I think would fit characters and pairings :) some chars have more links than others - it tired my best to find links that fit with.

How Togame just comes over to you while you’re bent over picking something up and just slaps your ass so hard you’re almost tumbling over. Togame loves when you look over your shoulder at him in shock afterwards. He loves to just cup and grab and knead at your ass. He can’t help himself, its so grounding for him in so many ways. It’s so bouncy and he just can’t help the feeling of how full it is in his hand he really can’t help himself. Especially when you’re bouncing on his cock and the skin to skin contact drives him mad. Togame also can’t keep his hands to himself ever. You'll find him running his hands over your thighs, over your chest kneading and tweaking at your nipples. Togame has called them his fidget toys and helps him keep calm when he's overtired. however he is not riddled with tiredness and just wanted to feel your hardened buds against his hands. 

How Kotoha will spend hours between your legs, eating you out, having came more than once already on his tongue, having lost count. Begging for her to stop as you can't take anymore. But she's so drunk on your pussy and how your thighs muffled the sounds of your moans and cries she can't get enough of it. Her hands are always on your thighs, having your back against her chest. Loving the way your back felt against her breasts as she pressed the vibrator harder against your clit, hand pressed against your thighs keeping your legs spread open. Kotoha loves how they tremble under her grasp, how soft they are when she rubs her hands over them. How they jiggle with each step you take. 

Now, Suo.. he loves when there's extra plush to hold when he fucks you. he loves watching your tits bounce as you struggle to ride him, begging for him to take over because your thighs hurt and can't do anymore. Although he always says you can keep going. He might let you have a break. He just cant get enough of your expressions and the tears that prick at your pretty eyes. He will just reach out and twist your sensitive nubs pulling you closer as he takes one in his mouth before he starts thrusting into you, you said you wanted a break after all. He wants his thighs covered in your slick, Suo won't be satisfied until you have to change the sheets from how soaked they are and you're on the verge of passing out. 

Nirei at the end of the day is a virgin at best. He wants you in so many different ways when he first saw you naked, he almost came untouched. Just feeling your boobs brush against him through his shirt he's hard. He couldn't help himself. The amount of times he was alone looking at the pictures you've sent him filled his phone. Having to palm himself to feel just a bit of relief. It doesn't last long as his shirt fills the space between his teeth, sweat droplets forming on his forehead as he pumps his cock in his hand. Eyes straining on his phone. It doesn't matter where he is, what time it is, he's just hard. He's so sweet, and even went as far as trying to figure out things he would like. and will use your tits to get himself off when the two of you finally cross that bridge. Each thrust as you hold your tits together and sucking and licking on his oh so sensitive tip has his knees buckling before he can even finish. The best part, he wasnt allowed to touch you either~ 

Umemiya loves you, and your ass. Walking around the house in nothing but his t-shirt and seeing the teasing glances of your cheeks poking out gets him every single time. Itching to dig his fingertips in the plush. Sometimes replays the video he has of it Thinking about it nearly sends him over the edge every time. He curses himself out when he thinks about you in public, always begging you on the phone, locked in the bathroom to send him something as it was your fault after all that his cock was straining so much in his pants. Heaving pants that he desperately tried to conceal but anyone that were to come into the bathroom would know exactly what he was up to. He was sure going to send the videos to you too just as a reminder. Umemiya was always sure to tell you that if you didn't hurry up that he could get caught and that you would have to take care of his little problem when he got home, and wouldn't that seem like a good time? Not when he had to go all the way home, achingly hard and flustered. Or maybe it is actually a really good time. 

Chika on one hand loves to leave marks all over your body, but his favorite place to leave them is on your thighs. He will spend hours just teasing your body, leaving bite marks and kisses telling you how beautiful you are. Fingers deep inside your cunt making sure you're fully prepped and ready for his cock. He will trail down your body inch by inch but he will spend most of his time on your thighs, giving them the attention they deserve. Grabbing at them, biting where you're most sensitive, tugging on his hair trying to lead him where you want him most just for him to go right back to your thighs. Chika hears your whimpers and cries for him to do something, even if it's just a kitten lick, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable. Needy years collecting along your lash line, Grabbing at his forearms, it doesn't go unnoticed. He's just not done yet. 

Endo is going to be sure that your hair is done, he doesn't care how much it costs. Your nails will always be done to perfection. Sending him a picture of your fresh set as you did every single time, he couldn't wait for you to get back. Head thrown back as your hand worked his cock, throaty groans leave his parted lips. His eyes strained on your pretty dainty hands, Fuck he loved them. Seeing how big he was in your hand made his head fuzzy. Dumping his load, grunts filling the air although he knew how you would get carried away, still pumping his now sensitive dick. He couldn't stop you, he wouldn't even. Not when your hands were coated in a milky white and you seemed to be having such a good time toying with him. 

Haruka loves every single thing about you, but the one thing that can’t compare to anyone else no matter the size or beauty. Haruka loved your eyes, your nose, your laugh and even the way you ranted and raved about your shitty day. However, the one thing he seems to be yearning for the most is the way you smell. Nobody has the same scent as you. He wasn't sure if it was the combination of products or what, but nobody could ever be you. He loves to nuzzle his nose against your neck as his tongue drags up the column of your throat. Worshipping your body before he does anything. The way your fingertips tugged at his soft strands. Soft grunts leaving his lips in quick breaths, sinking his cock deep inside your warm gummy walls. Feeling how you suck him in so deliciously, it made his knees buckle and shake every single time. He is such a sensitive man after all. He could have your sweatshirt or even used panties pressed to his nose as he ruts into his pillow that never felt the same as your cunt. You ruined him, and he was just fine with that.

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Bonus links! Chika & Endo Haruka & Suo Nirei Kotoha Suo Haruka Togame

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Praise Be - Kafka Hibino x Fem!Reader CW: NSFW. Established relationship, corny Kafka Hibino, praise, worship, pet names, missionary and cowgirl. || Minors Do Not Interact || WC: 993 || As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Praising you comes as easy to Kafka Hibino as putting his life on the line daily as a member of the Kaiju Defense Force—in other words, it’s as easy as breathing. 

At first, you thought it would eventually taper off as it does in most relationships when the honeymoon period ends. Because isn’t the chase the fun part?

But as weeks turned into months and you both drifted into that comfortable lull that most relationships eventually enter, the compliments didn’t stop; they just became soul-achingly personal to you.

Walking through the halls at HQ, he’ll wiggle his eyebrows, give you an exaggerated wink, and shoot you the finger guns. “Looking good, beautiful!” 

Hoshina cackles as he walks past you both. “Oh, he’s down bad.”

But the opinions of others don’t matter because Kafka would yell it from the top of the tallest and most dangerous Kaiju’s head for all to hear if it meant making you crack a smile. 

Leaning over your shoulder as you type away a time-sensitive report, his eyes scan the screen as he exhales—firm and steady like his adoration for you. “Fuck you’re smart. How did I get so lucky?”

And in the privacy of his quarters—where you both can be raw, unfiltered, authentically each other—he describes you in ways no one ever has.

Full lips caress the tip of your ear, warm breath curling the loose strands of your hair as you lose yourselves in one another.

His hips continue their steady, deep strokes, each thrust pushing him a little deeper, a little harder, until he could feel the head of his cock kissing something that feels impossibly deep and deliciously sensitive. 

“You’re breathtaking.” His voice cracks with sincerity and something untempered. 

“Everything about you is perfect—the way your lips wrap around my name, how you touch me when you want it deeper, how you gasp when it’s just right.”

It’s enough to make you blush, which you do, as you bite your lip. But the persistent heat to your cheeks doesn’t stop your body from asking for more. For everything.

With a groan, strong, calloused yet gentle hands grip your hip, pulling you flush against him as if you two could be any closer.

“Perfect arch, baby girl.”

“You make my chest ache so good when you look at me like that, baby.”

“Let me make you feel good with this cock—a cock that’s only meant to serve you.” 

“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty.”

Not with words but with a roll of your hips, you show him exactly where you want him to drag his length, which spot he needs to kiss with the tip of the most intimate part of himself to make your breathing grow ragged. 

“Yeah, right there? Just like that, gorgeous.” Smoldering eyes sweep over you, combined with a deep chuckle that makes your spine tingle. 

“God, y-you’re going to break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth as he sinks into a spot that has eyes fluttering like he just tasted the most decadent sweetest thing.

Despite the state—and position—he has you in, you look up at him, eyes eclipsing with something that makes Kafka audibly swallow.

“Do you want to be broken, Kafka Hibino?”

“Y-yes, please,” he chokes out, eyes devouring every inch of you. And you swear you can hear the beating of his heart as you coax him onto his back. 

And so you ride him like you desire to break him, but right when he’s on the verge of shattering, you slow the rotation of your hips, drawing out something between a needy whimper and a frustrated groan from those same lips used to praise you moments before.

He loves you like this—powerful, comfortable in your own skin, and absolutely glowing. 

“I’ve never felt this good in my fucking life! You’re everything, baby. You’re the sun, the moon, the fucking universe. No, you’re more.”

You lean down, offering a thumb between his lips, which he suckles greedily and without apology. “You say that every time.”

And he might be babiling and rambling words of praise at you like he’s delivering a sermon to parched ears, but your statement sobers him briefly off his pussy-drunkenness. “I don’t take any of this lightly.”

For a moment, your hips still as you look down at him—really look—at the vulnerability, yet steadfast certainty in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this. Dreamt of you.”

Your brow furrows in reflective contemplation. Being in someone’s dream, especially someone like Kafka, is not only deep, it’s serious.

“But it turns out that reality is way better than the dream. This,” he gently squeezes your hip, “is everything.”

Eyes softening and heart aching, you continue your movements. You both gasp from the friction, which somehow feels sharper, like you were both experiencing life in blurred, dull Polaroids and now those same pictures have been developed in full, vivid color. 

His hips tilt upward—once, twice—as if he’s testing the waters of his own limits before he begins to buck up to meet your erratic undulations.

“I would be everything and anything you’d need me to be if it meant experiencing you like this until the day I die.”

God, it’s a steady stream with him, but you don’t mind. Hell, it manages to stoke the flames of your stamina, allowing you to ignore that tell-tale burn in your thighs that usually precedes you rolling off and allowing him to retake the reins. No, you want to finish him off this way.

“You already are everything, Kafka Hibino. Now stop talking and let me break you like I promised.”

Kafka’s eyes nearly roll to the heavens as you hit a spot that makes him leak and twitch.

“You are literal bliss, baby. I can’t get enough of you. Take exactly what you need cuz I wanna give it to you.”

It never stops. 

@pixelcafe-network @hayatoseyepatch

Might be back on my bullshit but not entirely sure. Regardless, I am foaming at the mouth for Kafka Hibino.

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are thirsts like dirty imagination or js another term for smut fics. sry if i sounded dumb heh

Hi! I can promise that you don't sound dumb!

And yes thirsts would be someone sending me scenarios, headcanons or thoughts regarding a character! Here are some examples because I’m feeling silly:

Sampo Koski is at risk of premature ejaculation every time heavy petting is involved and he isn't ashamed of it!

When Haruka Sakura discovers that his girl has a degradation kink, he uses that to his advantage anywhere and everywhere.

Kyojuro Rengoku is a closeted pervert with a breeding kink. Creampie or it didn't happen vibes.

If you send me things like that, I not only explode from pure joy but I’ll also yap your ear off about my takes.

Thanks for your question!

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.｡ 🎀 𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 🎀 ｡.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍʏᴅᴇɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴍʏᴅᴇɪ ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏᴅᴇɪ, ᴘɴᴠ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴘɪᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ, ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ?, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ, ꜱʟᴏᴘᴘʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴏᴜᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʀɪɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: 2.2ᴋ

The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the chirping insects and distant nightly birds filling the quiet space as Mydei leaned back against the couch. Documents scattered across his coffee table had long since been forgotten. You had came in, offering him some dinner. Missing him, missing his touch and how his voice sounded in your ear.

Setting in his lap the warmth of your body against his was grounding. Steady exhales of your breaths soothing against his neck, as your head rested against his shoulder. Your fingers idling playing with the necklace, as they traced over each divot and craving. However, Mydei wasn't interested in the delicious food that was sitting on the table. Mydei craved the meal that was sitting in his lap instead. 

One hand slid up your back, his fingers tracing the dip in your back ghosting over your shirt. The warmth radiated off your body would normally put him to sleep. His hand wandered up under the loose fabric, his fingertips feeling the smooth skin against his own. Pressing a kiss against your head only for his other hand to come to cup your cheek tilting your head up meet his gaze. His orange iris’ bore into your own as he captured your lips with his own. 

Mydei broke the kiss, his breathing heavier, though his composure remained otherwise intact, for now. His fingers traced patterns against your skin, his touch softening briefly as if to balance the intensity of moments prior. Yet there was an underlying tension in the way he held you, a promise of more should you allow it. You could feel it too, the weight of the tension that settled in the room. The heat radiating off his body, the way his breathing that was usually calm and steady had slight hitches so them. 

Images of when he last had you flooded his head like a movie. Could almost remember how you tasted on his tongue. How your nails had dug into his flesh, how your eyes rolled back in ecstasy from the pleasure he brought you as you hit your peak. His hands came to your hips as he nudged you from his shoulder. Meeting his gaze, you tilt your head as a form of a silent question.

“I need you, now.” His voice was low, almost demanding. “Let me do the work tonight, I want to watch you strip for me first though.” 

“Oh? It seems like someone is in a mood tonight. If you wish, ” You murmured as you rested your hands on his shoulders to push yourself up from his lap standing up fully as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it at his face with a soft laugh. Mydei caught your shirt effortless, his reflexes sharp as always. He tossed it carelessly to the side, his gaze never leaving your now exposed form. Your fingers moving to unclasp your bra letting it hit the floor, the soft thud that came with it. 

Slowly running your hands down your chest and stomach, as if guiding his eyes lower and lower, hooking your fingers on your shorts and panties as you slid both articles of clothing off. Letting them pool around your ankles as you kicked them away. His eyes raked over your curves hungrily, taking in every dip and swell, committing it to memory. His breath hitching as he drank your features in. His tongue peeked from his lips to wet them. 

Predatory eyes watched as you undressed, not even the gods would force him to take his off your body. Slowly baring yourself completely to him, he couldn't help the low growl that rumbled in his chest. As he watched you, his hand came to palm his throbbing cock annoyed by the restraint his pants caused he lifted his hips as he pushed him down his thighs hissing at the cold air kissing his blushed cock. 

“Is this what you want my darling Mydeimos?” You mused as you slowly as your hands rested against him and moved to straddled his lap once more, sliding your hands to his chest, pressing your lips against his cheek, trailing down his neck. Mydei tilted his head to give you better access, a shiver running through him at the feel of your mouth against his skin.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, lust and unwavering need swimming in the ambered depths. 

"Exactly what I want," he murmured, his voice rough and low. His tongue darted through parted lips to wet them. His hands slid up your back, spanning the width of it, before tangling in your hair. He tugged lightly, tilting your head back to expose the column of your throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your pulse point before he nipped sharply, soothing the sting with his tongue. 

Mydei’s fingers slid down to your ass, squeezing the plush flesh roughly as he ground you against his now bare cock. He was hard, aching, the thick length throbbing against your core. He rocked into you, the friction delicious even through the thin fabric of his boxers. His breath grew heavier, his grip on your hips tightening as he guided you to meet his thrusts.

"That's it, baby girl," he praised, his voice a low rumble. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Ride me just like this. Take what you need." His hand slapping your ass as he gripped the heating skin in his palm

His words were filthy, dripping with raw need, the rumble in his chest of heavy pants and This was his way of worshipping you, of showing you the depths of his want, his need. He wanted to consume you, devour you in every single way he could think of. This wasn't like him, he craved every single ounce of your being. 

An airy moan passed your lips as he tangled his hand in your hair with the gentle tug. Biting your lip as his lips pressed against your skin. His teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh. 

Gently gripping his biceps as he rocked against you. You gazed into his orange hues for a moment as he spoke. Nodding as you ghosted over his cheek with my finger tips. Mydei’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt your fingertips ghost over his cheek, your lips pressing softly against his. The gentle kiss was a stark contrast to the rough grip he had on your hair, the sharp sting of his teeth on your skin. He savored the sweetness of it, even as his body ached for more, more of you.

Reaching down between your bodies, reaching down using his cock, sliding the tip of his cock between your wet folds feeling the tip brushing against your aching clit. 

You slowly rocked your hips up catching his tip at your entrance a few times teasing his sensitive tip by only sinking down enough for it to enter. You giggled against his lips hearing his frustrated grunt. Letting out a whiny moan as you finally sunk down on his length.

He groaned lowly as you teased him, your hips rolling up to catch only the tip of his cock before slipping away. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he tried to pull you down, to force you to take him inside. But you resisted, your giggle ringing in his ears like a challenge.

When you finally sank down on his length, taking him to the hilt, he couldn't hold back the guttural moan that tore from his throat. His head fell back against the chair, his eyes squeezing shut at the exquisite pleasure of your tight heat enveloping him. He was big, stretching you in a way that bordered on pain and pleasure.

"Fuck..." he breathed, his voice strained. His hands slid up your back, splaying across your shoulder blades as he held you close. He rocked into you, his hips lifting to meet yours, driving himself deeper into your core. "You feel so good, baby girl. You feel me inside you, Bet youre so full right now, wanna make your head spin pretty girl.”

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. It was filthy and rough, a dance of dominance and submission, of give and take. He poured all of his lust, all of his desire into it, until you were both left breathless and wanting.

"That's it, mmh, there you go, you can do it. Take it like the good girl I know you are." he growled against your lips, the praise rolling off his tongue in waves. "Take every fucking inch of my cock, baby you can do it” 

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his hips against yours. His fingers slid down to your thighs, pushing them up and out, opening you wider to him. He wanted to split you in half with the force of his desire, to claim you as his own. Mydeis mouth found yours in a searing, desperate kiss, his tongue delving inside to taste your moans and whimpers. He wanted to swallow the sweet sounds of your pleasure. His hands slid up your sides, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the tender flesh. 

You had no idea what had gotten him so riled up, so desperate for your touch. Your own hands snaked up his body, the kiss was messy. Saliva threatened to drip as you devoured each other. Your fingers found his hair, tangling in the blonde and red strands. 

Mydei tore his mouth from yours, a strand of saliva snapping against your chin as he began to trail down your neck to your chest, pausing to let his tongue pass over the marks he created. Lowering his head to your chest as his hand gripped your breast in his hand as his tongue lolled out to take one straining peak into the hot cavern of his mouth. Mydei suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room. His grappling grip on your frame was surely going to leave bruises by the time he was done with you. 

As he works his way back down your body with his hands gripping your thighs as leverage. His cock sliding in and out of your tight channel with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the couch and the harsh pants and groans of your mutual pleasure.

"Fuck, baby," Mydei rasped, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "You feel... ungh... so fucking good. Ngh, so perfect, gotta mold you to my cock, make sure your pretty pussy cries for only me, Shit.” 

“Ah M-Mydei what's gotten into you?!” You cried out as you gripped his shoulders to provide some sort of balance to not topple over against him. However the harsh thrusts of his hips, how relentless he was being, your arms caved in as you buried your face in his neck as heavy pants ripped through your chest. Feeling each pass of his cock, every ridge and bump. Rolling your hips down to match his thrusts as your nails clawed at his shoulder 

“Shit.. Mydei! I'm close please!” You whimpered against his skin, you were only met with a chuckle as one hand left your hip and slid between your bodies as his thumb began to work on your clit. Feeling your thighs tremble under the pleasure. 

“Go ahead sweetheart, make a mess all over your cock. Show me just how much you love when I fuck you stupid.” He grunted out as he felt himself getting close. Feeling his balls begin to tighten, the heavy breathes that passed through his lips, feeling hot against your skin. 

With the permission and the crudeness of his words had your head thrown back as a broken gasp of ecstasy rippled through your veins. The rush passed through like a truck hitting you hard as your body trembled in his arms as you felt a warmth filling you. The pulses of his cock bobbing in your dripping cunt. 

His hands soothed over your skin as Mydei pressed kisses against your skin. Gentle words of praise as you slowly came down from your high. Slipping from your heat as a hiss passed through his lips as he pets your head. “You did so well baby. So so well.” Mydei spoke softly as he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. “Let's go get you cleaned up and get ready for bed, yeah?” 

You could only muster up a nod as he wiped down your body in your dazed state, spent and wanting nothing more than to get a good nights rest. Mydei picked you up as he carried you to the shared bed and tucked you in, as he got in on the other side. Bringing you close to his chest as he protectively warped his arms around your body. 

“Goodnight my sweet love.” Mydei spoke as he turned out the lights. 

The night was filled with the chirping of crickets and the soft snores between the both of you (even tho Mydeis snores much louder and refuses to admit it)

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OKAY MOVE OVER SUKUNA THIS ONES FROM ME! Happy Valentine’s Day bb I adore you to the moon and back my love! (Now hurry up and play Penacony so I can yap about my husband with you k thx) ❤︎︎

I did NOT in fact lock in last night and fell asleep with my phone in my hand. This must be 30, I guess.

But it’s ok because today is the DAY where I really lock in!

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Hi there lovely!! Happy Valentines Day, I’m here as your little Cupid with a letter from your special someone ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭♡︎

I hope you have the best day filled with all the love you deserve ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ (Still keeping my title as #1 eeveekuna shipper)

PLEASE HAHAHA

I’m not even advertising this side of me publicly! LOL

Thank you for the thoughtful letter from the devil himself and my outside man. I adore you, Sam, and I also hope your Vday was as special and full of love!

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Mari! My beloved!

Thank you for thinking of me on VDAY! I hope you had a wonderful one!

Also swoooooooooning at my heart on this card 💕🥰

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How I wish you could see the potential || The potential of you and me || It’s like a book elegantly bound but in a language you can’t read just yet || “I Will Possess Your Heart” Death Cab for Cutie

Wow, I’ve found myself really drawn to a few HSR characters, but Sampo Koski has successfully stolen my heart and I can’t say I’ll ask him to give it back. Huge shoutout to @sundayslullaby for making me fall even deeper in love with this alleged—innocent until proven guilty, baby—criminal.