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thinking about trueform sukuna who loves overstimulating you to the max. you're riding him - well, not really. your sat up on his cock but two of his hands are gripping your hips, bouncing you up and down furiously.

one of his cocks, the bigger one, stretching out your poor pussy. reaching so deep, your stomach bulges out, showing the shape of his mighty cock. his other cock wasn't as bulky or tall as the other one, but it was still bigger than any other mans. that one was stuffed tight into your puckered hole, filling you up nicely. you couldn't get away from the pleasure as sukuna forces you to swallow his length over and over again. taking him whole was a hard thing but with a bit of force, you could do it.

the tongue that slides out from his stomachs mouth, licks a wet glob of spit on your clit, lapping at the small bud.

you whine loudly, tears brought to your eyes. you squirm, trying to get away as your legs shake angrily. "what's the matter?" his soothing words would have been nice despite his mocking grin that plasters his sweaty face.

you mumble out slurred words, while his two free hands are attached to your boobs. grabbing, grasping and pinching the skin. your nipples already swollen from the clamps he had clasped to them earlier. slight red glows at your sensitive nipples. you mewl loudly, tears dripping down your chin as you moan repetitively. your legs shake with a violent pace.

cum lashing out from your pussy, dripping down his cock as you squirt all over him. the mouth on his stomach seems to groan at the taste, lapping it up. his hands bounce you angrier, desperate the take every drip from in you.

your messy hair wafts around, sticking to your skin slightly. sweat covers you as your body is worn out from the past hour. "su-hah!" you moan out loudly. eyebrows pinching together.

"take it." he groans out, head falling back in laughter and pleasure. a hand that grips your hip harshly moves up to your stomach, pressing down hard. you whine as spurt out more liquid. "fucken messy girl."

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sorry i’ve not updated in a while, i’ve been feeling like absolute crap the past couple of weeks and i just need to try to get over it so i can write properly instead of half heartedly

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not being answered for a few hours doesn’t bother me ITS BEING LEFT ON OPENED THAT BOTHERS ME

smh

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"Shhh... your only job here is to take it."

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Femkuna x yn (wlw)

(You people can't judge me, it's that time of the month again)

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OMG OMG THANK YOU

i saw THE BEST sukuna art and he had long hair and there was a woman on his lap and his second mouth was eating her out and he was saying ‘shh your only job is to take it’

BUT I CANT FIND IT AND I SAW IT ON HERE SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT

[grapejuice32]

i saw THE BEST sukuna art and he had long hair and there was a woman on his lap and his second mouth was eating her out and he was saying ‘shh your only job is to take it’

BUT I CANT FIND IT AND I SAW IT ON HERE SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT

update, someone helped me find it!! it’s by @arrja

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(s)CREAMING

Imagine………….

More than welcome to repost with credit!!

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can confirm this is canon

um so can we all agree that suguru would ask you to tie his hair when he gets between your thighs so he can (and I quote) "taste his dessert without any distractions"? and that his teeth would nip at your clit and inner thighs if you squirmed too much and "messed up his meal"?

I feel like he'd just get off on the satisfaction of making your hands shake while peppering little kisses on your clit, eyes locked on your face through his dark lashes, watching you so closely. he'd just be waiting for a chance to tease you if your hands faltered at a drag of his tongue between kisses, or a hitch in your breath when he gently blew a puff of air on your clit.

he's such a brat even though he'd dom you. he's just. insufferable.

anyway, merry christmas...

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IVE JUST USED ALL MY 6000 HARD EARNED GEMS AND INSTEAD OF THE CALEB MEMORY I GOT A FUCKING RAF MYTH THAT I ALREADY HAD

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Thigh Riding

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: thigh riding, daddy kink, video taping

word count: 1.1k +

It was a weekend, and he was working. Sure, he was at home, and he had a big conference coming up, but that didn’t mean you had to be okay with Rafe ignoring you. Maybe ‘ignoring’ was a tad dramatic, you were sat in his lap after all, just as you had been all morning, Rafe leaning down to press kisses to your head every so often, his eyes never leaving the screen of his laptop as he typed. 

But he hadn’t spoken to you all day, well, for about an hour. So, he was basically ignoring you. It didn’t take very long of you sulking for him to notice, “Baby, what’s wrong?” 

You shook your head, “Nothing.” 

He scoffed a laugh, he could read you like a book. He wasn’t buying it. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better.” 

“You’re neglecting me.” You pouted, his brows raised but he wasn’t all that surprised to hear the statement from you. 

“Are you not sat in my lap?” 

“Well, yes but I-“ he cut you off, his voice firm but not cruel. 

“Am I not still tending to you despite trying to work?” 

“Yes, but that’s not the-“ 

“So stop whinin’.” The words didn’t do anything but worsen your mood, your posture slumped. It didn’t take long until he grew fed up with your sulking and asked, voice stern. “What do you want?”

“Just want you to touch me,” you shrugged, it didn’t seem like such a big deal to you. Surely, he could stop working just for a little bit. He placed a hand on your thigh and gave you a look, as of asking if this was what you wanted, but you shook your head. “Want you to touch me properly. Please?” You blinked up at him. 

Rafe only sighed and lifted you, moving you so you were straddling one of his thighs. You looked at him in confusion. “Go on then,” he nodded towards his leg. 

You didn’t understand, how was this any better? “Huh?”

He ran his tongue over his teeth, growing impatient. “Like this,” he placed his hands on your hips and rolled you back and forth on his clothed thigh a couple of times until you understood. “I don’t have time t’touch you, okay? So this’ll have to be enough.” 

At that he went back to working, typing email after email and hitting send. You didn’t move for a while, this wasn’t exactly what you’d wanted. But upon realising he really wasn’t going to touch you, you started to move back and forth, trying to mimic the way he’d shown you, but it wasn’t the same. You were too lost in trying to make it feel good that you hardly noticed the way he had stopped typing, his eyes fixed on you as you struggled. 

“I can’t,” you whined. “ ‘s too hard daddy, I can’t do it.” You looked up at him to find him already watching you, he sighed as he took in your wide eyes that lit up at his hands took hold of your hips again. 

When he started to help you, it began to feel good. He bounced his leg up and a whimper escaped you, starting to get the hang of it as his muscular thigh made contact with your covered clit. Your lips parted as you held onto his biceps for support while you rode his thigh, sighs and moans of his name the only sound you made besides your heavy breathing. 

His thigh was toned from time in the gym and when he clenched the muscles together, providing a harder surface for you, your eyes watered. “Feel good?” he asked knowingly. You just nodded, your eyes closing and your head falling back. “Keep going, baby. Want you t’make a mess on daddy’s thigh, yeah?”

You whined as he stopped you for a second, one of his hands leaving your hips so he could pull your underwear to the side, your dress having bunched up around your hips a while ago. He tapped your thigh, signalling you to start moving again. The contact of your bare clit against the rough material of his jean clad thigh had you rutting desperately against him, chasing your climax like a dog in heat. 

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you cried out, not sure what you were asking for, it all felt too good. 

Rafe hummed lowly, “C’mon, let go f’me. Make a mess for daddy.” It was like the words opened the floodgates as your orgasm crashed into you, your thighs shaking as you froze on top of him. He used his leverage on your hips to keep you moving, riding you though the high of your pleasure, spreading your cum along his thigh as he did. 

Before long, you were whining out that it was too much and that you felt too sensitive. Surprisingly, Rafe listened and stopped. Instead, he lifted you so that you were curled back up on his lap like you had been before, the wet patch on his thigh standing out like a sore thumb. 

“Sorry,” you whispered, your face heating up. 

“Baby, you’ve just made yourself cum on my thigh,” he looked at you pointedly, “don’t go getting’ all shy on me now.” 

“I ruined your jeans,” you continued, looking at the spot where you’d just been, your juices smeared along the fabric. 

“It’s perfect,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss you. “Now, can I get back to work?” 

You frowned, “But what if I need you again?” 

He gestured to his ruined thigh, “Then ‘m right there, you know how to do it now, don’t you?” You nodded, and he pulled your panties down your legs. “Exactly, so there’s your answer. Jus’ make sure you keep it down okay, ‘m goin’ on some calls now.” With that he seated you back on his thigh, stuffing your panties into your mouth. He hadn’t given you much time to regain your energy, but you shouldn’t have expected anything else.

So, you started to move again, your moans muffled by your ruined panties and drowned out by the sound of Rafe’s voice as he began his calls. How much of the sound of your moans was caught on the phone, you weren’t sure, but the smirk on Rafe’s lips told you all you needed to know as you pulled orgasm after orgasm out of yourself until you collapsed against his chest, his jeans thoroughly soaked and surely ruined.

So far gone that you hadn’t taken notice of the blinking light of the camera on his desk, videoing every moment for him to go back and make you watch later when he would get you off to the sight of you making yourself cum on his leg over and over again.

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should i make an anon list??

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Read Your Diary

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: m. masturbation, pervert rafe, tribute pic?

word count: 700+ a/n: based off of read your diary by maneskin

For once, Rafe had come home before you. Something had happened at the store, and you’d been held back late. It had been so long since he’d been home alone, the large house feeling incredibly empty without you in it. When he’d gone into your shared bedroom to change, he’d been surprised to find your diary left open on the bed. That never happened. He supposed you must have left it there this morning, expecting to be back before him to put it away. 

His hands twitched at his sides. No, he couldn’t. That’d be a total invasion of your privacy. And yet…you had just left it there. Maybe you wanted him to look. He shook his head, it would be wrong to look. 

But as he lay in the bed and his fingers gripped the edge of the diary, it didn’t seem like it would be so wrong. Just one page, he told himself. But as he read your innermost thoughts, your dirtiest thoughts, he couldn’t restrain himself to just one page. So, he kept reading, his brows rising and lips parting as loose polaroids fell out of the next page he flipped to. Nudes, you’d taken nudes on the polaroid camera he’d so innocently bought for you. 

He swallowed thickly as he took the explicit images and looked at them. His cock twitched in his boxers, the images of you capturing each and every part of you in the most perfect way. A deep breath left his lips, and he dropped them to the side before picking your diary back up, his cock immediately hardening as he read what you’d written. A sex fantasy, a dream you’d had about him. 

He cursed under his breath, palming himself over his boxers as he read your loopy handwriting. Rafe ran a hand down his face as he finished your most recent entry, placing your diary besides him. He couldn’t even feel ashamed about what’d he’d done, not as his painfully hard cock fought against the confines of his boxers. A shower, that’s what he’d do to sort himself out. 

The water was cool against his warm skin, his cock standing upright under the water. He wished you weren’t still at work, needing so desperately to have you hand wrapped around his aching length. 

Instead, he wrapped his hand around himself, hissing at the contact. He moved his hand up and down his cock quickly, his head falling back against the tiled wall as he thought of what he read and the pictures he’d found, using his left hand so it felt like you. In his free hand he held one of the polaroids of you, keeping it out of the water. 

Rafe didn’t hear you coming home over the sounds of his own grunts and moans as he desperately jerked himself off. You called his name from downstairs, but he didn’t hear you, too focused on the task at hand. 

You entered the bedroom, and your heart sped up at the sight of your diary in a different place, the polaroids on the bed. Your head snapped to the open door of the bathroom as Rafe’s moans of your name caught your attention. 

Slowly, you approached the doorway, standing just outside the room and watching with wide eyes as he got himself off. The sounds of his moans shooting straight to your core, your lips parting in shock as he came, his cum hitting the polaroid of you in his hand, covering the once clear image of you. 

It was only when he finished working himself though his climax that he noticed your presence. He met your shocked face with a smirk, “Hey baby. Found some real nice pictures of you, sorry ‘bout the mess.” He spoke as he stepped out the shower and placed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you the ruined picture. 

You remained frozen in place, your eyes now glued to what he’d given you. He’d gone through your things, and he’d done this. You should have felt disgusted, betrayed, but you didn’t. You were shocked, but you couldn’t deny the need building up inside of you at the knowledge that he’d read every dirty little fantasy you’d written about, and you knew very well he’d do his best to make every single one come true. 

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Angel! Reader and Rafe having virtual sex for the first time

🥀

angel!reader x rafe

warnings: virtual sex, m + f masturbation, use of vibrator, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics?

word count: 1.1k + a/n: part 2? send an ask here with this🥀 for the experimentation series!

Rafe was away on a business trip at what was possibly the worst time. You were ovulating and he wasn’t here to help, it was incredibly cruel of him in your opinion. That he’d left you home alone with nobody to help you when you were so worked up. It was on his second night away that you couldn’t take it anymore, and so you called him in frustration. 

When he answered, he was laying in his hotel bed, his free arm casually resting behind his head. There was a knowing look on his face, a small smirk on his lips. As if he’d been waiting for this, had predicted this. “What’s wrong, angel?” 

You told him, eyes glazed with need and desperation. His eyes lit up as if he’d been waiting for this, “Awh, my poor baby.” He mocked, “Have a look in my nightstand drawer f’me, angel.” 

You did as he said, finding a small box that you assumed was for you. You bit your lip as you opened it, your breath catching in your throat at what you found. A vibrator, he’d left a vibrator here for you to use. You tried to switch it on, Rafe still on the phone, only to huff as it didn’t work.

“ ‘s alright, angel.” His voice remained even, “jus’ lie down and get comfy, okay?” You did as he said without question, settling yourself on the soft pillows of your shared bed. “That’s good, now put your phone somewhere on the bed so I can see you.” 

You followed his instructions and propped your phone up beside you, giving him a view of your face and most of your body. He hummed in satisfaction as he took in the sight of you, clad only in a skimpy little nightgown. “Pull that up over your hips, f’me angel.” You did as he said, the silk fabric now bunched around your waist, exposing your bare lower half to him through the screen.

“Good girl,” he murmured, an ache shooting straight to your core at the words. “Now put the toy on your clit f’me.” You opened your mouth to protest and argue that it didn’t work but he tutted. “Just do as I say, you understand?” 

No response came from you and instead you just pressed the pink item to your sensitive clit, your breath hitching at the cold of it. He didn’t say anything, but you could see that he was doing something on his phone, his eyes on longer on the live footage if you. Suddenly, the toy burst to life and your body jolted at the intense vibrations. 

“How-“ you cut yourself off with a moan as the intensity increased, your back arching as it did. “Rafe,” you called, your voice no more than a whine. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was smug, “Though this was what you wanted. That’s why you called isn’t it? Needed me to help you get off, so ‘m helpin’.” You called his name again, your toes curling. “That feel good, angel?” A sob of pure pleasure ripped from your throat, all the answer he needed. “ ‘m controllin’ it from my phone, even while ‘m all the way over here you’re at my mercy. Could just stop it right now if I wanted.” He teased, slowing the vibrations to prove a point. 

“No,” you cried, “no, please. Feels so good. Please, Rafey.”

“Press down harder then.” So, you did, and he upped the level of vibrations again, your muscles contracted as you grew close. You didn’t have to say anything, he knew even through the grainy video call, your body poorly lit. 

“Go on,” he encouraged, his free hand palming over his clothed bulge. “Cum f’me.” He didn’t need to say anything else, your head falling back and your thighs shaking as you came, the vibrations instantly becoming too much afterwards. 

You took it off of your swollen clit, moving to throw it to the side. “Don’t you even think ‘bout it.” His voice was stern, “You’re gonna give me another.”

“I can’t,” you argued, though you both knew you could. 

“Yes, you can,” he cooed, “y’know you can.” You shook your head, remaining stubborn despite the fact you could feel your clit pulsing at his words. “You better do it, angel or I-“

“Or what?” You weren’t sure where this was coming from, “You’re not here, you can’t do anything about it.” 

He bit the inside of his cheek, nostrils flaring at the test of dominance. “So you wanna be a brat, ‘s that it?” You remained silent, sitting up in your bed. “Fine, you don’t wan’ me to make you cum again then don’t. I don’t care.” 

You frowned, why was he being so calm about this? This wasn’t the reaction you’d wanted. His lips curled up, “What? Y’thought I’d tell you I was gonna come home early and punish you? Make you cum over and over?” No response. “Well? Did you?” 

You nodded, chewing on your lower lip. “Nah, in fact, ‘m thinkin’ of extendin’ my trip.” Your lips parted. “That little toy doesn’t work without me controllin’ it, and we both know you can’t get yourself off on your own. You didn’t want to cum, so you won’t. I won’t be back until at least next week.” 

You gaped, “That’s not fair, I’m sorry I just wanted to-“ 

“Oh, I know what you wanted, angel.” He pulled the phone away from his face, allowing you to see the way he was slowly stroking himself, a whimper escaping your lips. “But I can’t keep givin’ you what you want, can I? Your spoiled enough as it is, my fault of course. Maybe this’ll be good f’you.”

Your shoulders slumped as you accepted defeat, this was your own doing after all. The pout on your lips was prominent, “But I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, angel.” A small groan left his lips, and you rubbed your thighs together. “But you have to learn, that you can’t always have what you want. Even from me.” 

You huffed, “I wanna do it, turn it back on.” You reached for the toy again. 

“ ‘s too late f’that now. You wanted to be a brat so I’ll treat you like one.” You watched as he bucked his hips up into his hand, his head falling back into the cushions of his hotel bed as he spoke. “Now go to bed, ‘s late.” 

“But-“ 

“Go to bed, angel.” He repeated, “I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?” You nodded. “I love you.” His voice was softer now, the words sweet as if he wasn’t getting off to the idea of you not cumming for a week. 

“I love you too.” You mumbled, hanging up and settling in the sheets, the ache between your thighs prominent and uncomfortable. You definitely learn your lesson, that’s for sure. 

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Hey girll, could you do more on gynecologist rafe? 😋 but in this time rafe helps a girl with sex toys at the gynecologist??

hi my love, I've never written for gynaecologist!rafe, you may be thinking of @rafesbimbo <3

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Would you ever do a lactation kink?

maybe!! let me know what you’re thinking and i’ll see what i come up with

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Angel reader getting anxious during her pregnancy!!!

angel!reader x Rafe

word count: 600+ a/n: Rafe is very girl dad coded in my minds hope this is what you had in mind anon. p.s I'm so happy that people have been showing angel so much love and sending in so many reqs for her, thank you loves <3

You were excited, how could you not be? You were carrying a baby, your and Rafe’s baby. And yet as you looked in the mirror, one hand on your swollen stomach, you couldn’t help but tear up at all the changes in your body. New stretchmarks, bigger everything, swollen fingers, your nipple piercings discarded with the rest of your jewellery you either couldn’t wear or didn’t fit you anymore.

Rafe was working more than he usually did, but today he was coming home early. He wanted to have a family night, ‘just the three of us’, he’d said. He would be home any minute after working a long day to bring in enough money so he could stay at home with you for a few months both towards the end of your pregnancy and after the baby was born. Yet here you were, hating on all the silly things that you’d had to give up to carry this child while he practically slaved away. 

The words your mother used to say to you suddenly hitting you, her complaints of you ruining her body. Had she felt this way while pregnant with you? Your eyes welled with tears, and you began to bite at your fingernails, you were just like her. Were you gonna be a bad mother? You threw on some clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed, your knee bouncing anxiously. 

Rafe came home, immediately searching for you and calling your name. You didn’t answer, instead just waiting until he found you in the bedroom, his shoulders dropping at the sight of you. “What’s wrong, angel?”

The bed dipped besides you as he sat down. “Am I um, do you think I’m gonna be a bad mom?” Rafe was silent, and you immediately thought the worst. But when you turned to look at him, his jaw was slack, and a deep frown was prominent on his face. 

“Why the fuck would you say that?” His voice was low, “Of course I don’t think that. You’re gonna be a great mom, angel. Why would you say that?” His words were softer now as he took your hands into his. 

You chewed on you lower lip as you evaded eye contact, your eyes cast to your joint hands. “I just-so much is changing, and I hate it and, what if that’s how my mom thought? And if I’m thinking the same way she did, what if I become like her?”

He sighed through his nose, “You don’t have to enjoy every part of this, angel. You’re growin’ a little person inside of you. Things are gonna change and you don’t have t’enjoy all of it to be a good mom.” He let go of one of your hands, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head up so your eyes met his. “The fact that y’so worried about if you’ll be a good enough mom jus’ shows that you’re already a good mom.”

“You think?” You sniffled. 

A soft smile was sent your way, “I know it. How could you not be?” You couldn’t fight off your growing smile. “See? Can’t wait f’my little girl to have that smile of yours.” 

“You think the baby’s gonna be a girl?” You could see it now, and you hoped he was right because you couldn’t fight off the image in your head of Rafe as the father to a little girl. 

“Oh yeah,” he nodded confidently, “and she’s gonna get anythin’ she wants, and she’s gonna be so loved.” 

“You’ll spoil her,” you warned, you moved your free hand to rest on your swollen stomach. “What if one day she asks for a pony?”

“Then she’ll have one,” he shrugged. “She’ll have two. One for her and one for you.” He continued to speak, and you gazed up at him lovingly, his ramble drawing you out of your anxious state. Maybe you wouldn’t get it perfect, but with Rafe by your side, you knew this baby would be so, so loved and that’s all you wanted.