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theres something about rafayel that makes me wanna not whore him out

and instead daydream about walking barefoot together on the beach, listening to him tell you lemurian myths and legends, searching for matching shells and stones as unusual as his eyes to later turn them into bracelets or necklaces. and when holding hands stops being enough for him, when he needs to snuggle under your skin, to let him climb onto your back and feel him nuzzle his cheek into your hair as you walk forward

looking into his eyes and telling him he’s the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen, even if he already knows it, made to tempt. kissing his nose when, all red, he tries to joke, "any more of this and I’ll start thinking you have a crush on me," and then whispering onto his forehead, carrying the weight of another kiss, that you will never find a more beautiful soul

chasing him around the apartment with the same hand that just a moment ago was petting a cat, and listening to his dramatic wails about how he will never again be capable of creating any work of art once you finally catch his hand. and then giggling, because suddenly only your kisses are able to return his talent, even though a few seconds earlier he was threatening to throw you out of the house

giving him every piece of bubble wrap you can get your hands on, so you can pop it together and secretly watch how his eyes sparkle with childlike joy with each pop

drawing together, your back pressed into his chest, and listening to how proud and happy he is that you gave him the chance to see you tame that sudden appetite for creativity. even if you’re not good at it, your drawings either end up in his journal or he frames them and places them somewhere he can always look at them when he feels inspiration drying out. after a brief admiration of your gifts, somehow motivation always bursts back to life inside him

about freeing your inner child together, jumping in puddles, drinking lemonade in the park and gossiping, shoving cold hands and feet under each other’s shirts, showering his blushing face with kisses when he’s sulking because you forgot to reply to his earlier messages, and watching as with each kiss the wall crumbles, because he can’t stop himself from kissing you back

just making him happy through the kind of normalcy he was deprived of for most of his life

song: swooning — jw francis

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wrote this in a haze lol His new promise card has me in a chokehold omg 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

Can you imagine Sylus, groggy and half-asleep on the pillow next to you. It’s a sight afforded to very few— a sight afforded to none, actually, aside from you.

He’s so vulnerable like this: red eyes just slivers behind light lashes and his breathing soft and even. In exhaustion, that aggravating (handsome) smirk he wears is softened into a slight curve of his mouth. Hair tousled, broad back catching the light of the rising sun from his window, and for a moment you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.

”Mm,” is his deep, rough hum when you gently run your hands through his hair. Not unlike a purr, not unlike a dragon’s rumble. One of his eyes cracks open, finding you even in his sleepy haze. “Something you need, sweetie?”

”...sorry,” you say, not actually sounding very sorry at all. Your hand continues to run through his hair, as if you have no control over it. “Your hair is just…very soft.”

Sylus laughs— the one he reserves only for you, and it makes something warm settle in your chest. “No need to be jealous, kitten. You’re more than welcome to help yourself to my hair care.”

As if in warning, you tug on a strand of his hair, but it just makes his grin widen.

“So violent,” he coos, delighting in the way your eyes narrow. You huff— even when sleepy, he’s a pain in your ass.

It’s only when your hand motions to retract from his mussed head of silver hair that he frowns, one of his hands darts out from beneath the sheets, grasping your wrist and determinedly tugging it back to tangle in his hair.

”Keep doing that. It feels… nice,” Sylus murmurs, all but melting under your fingers when you do as he asks, scratching pleasantly at his scalp and running your fingers through his hair. He does that rumble again— that purr as his eyes flutter closed, and you’re not even sure if he’s aware of it, but he inches just the slightest bit closer to you, his head sliding onto your own pillow as if it were his own.

Clingy, you want to tease, but you know the word will come out too soft. So instead you just sigh and continue to run a hand through Sylus's hair, slowly listening to his breathing even out as he falls asleep.

And if you snuggle close before you sleep, face buried in his neck and legs tangled with his, then it's a secret for only the two of you to keep, too.

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Sylus, who is so patient during the beginning stage of your relationship, treats you like a street cat that's getting used to a domestic life. The first time you sit beside him entirely on your own he's literally going still and doing his best not to do something that will freak you out. You hold his hand and he's trying so hard to be casual about it but on the inside he's dying- resigning himself to just having a really soft smile on his face as he watches you quietly curl up at his side.

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his back. his arm. the muscles.

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FUCK ME UP SIDEWAYS GOOD LORD 😩❤️ HELP ME?!!

UGHHHHH 🥵💦

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TO YOUR FATHER'S ARMS

"Sweetie, why is she looking at me like that?" Sylus asked, his tone matching with his expression of confusion and concern. His arms were crossed together, and his gaze was fixed intently on the curious, beautiful little newborn girl all bundled up in your cozy arms. It had been a while since his daughter had stared at him so deeply—as if she wished to gain something from him, and that's what Sylus had been wanting to figure out. He's capable of comprehending anything in range, yet this look from his daughter left him feeling puzzled and slightly uneasy.

You merely chuckled, cradling your daughter gently in your arms as you replied, "Maybe she wanted her daddy to hold her." That sentence had caught your husband off guard, with his dangerous ruby eyes widened in surprise, and his posture had gone stiff.

He immediately fixed up his composure with a phony cough and replied coolly. "Nonsense. A simple gaze does not translate to a desire for physical affection." You only smirked at his defensive response, shaking your head playfully. Your husband, Sylus, may look tough in the eyes of the oblivious; however, you know better.

He is just afraid of possibly hurting his little girl by his mere touch. After all, roughness and danger were second nature to him.

The way his toned arms are glued together like a shield, battling the itchiness of taking the initiative to show physical affection. His sharp eyes ever softening on his wide-eyed daughter, adjusting under the white swaddle. Feeling pity towards your husband, you decided to give him a little push.

"Ah, darling, my arms are a bit sore. Can you hold our daughter for me, please?" You pouted, batting your eyes at him to add a little charm to your request. Slowly, you extended out the baby to him with expectant eyes.

Everything paused for a moment, at least, in Sylus' space.

Can I do it? What a futile question. An onychinus leader doubting himself? He should punish himself for even considering such foolishness.

He nodded reluctantly, approaching you slowly at your hospital bed; his trembling hands reached out to your relaxed daughter, who was now looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. There was no hint of possible crying or discomfort from the baby. That's good; it's a head start.

He followed what he read tirelessly in the manual prior to the delivery. He secured her body around his arm while the other rested on the bum. And just like that, the baby remained calm under his steady touch.

His foolish delusions melted away the moment he was finally close to his daughter. The baby let out a small noise as if to acknowledge his presence, her mouth shaping an "o," and he chuckled at her adorable response. "Why hello there, little mouse."

You watched fondly at the tender moment between father and daughter; a moment of pride had swelled up in your heart as Sylus planted a kiss on your daughter's forehead, then turned his soft gaze to you. "You're doing great, honey," you praised, earning another chuckle, but out of playful arrogance, from your husband. "Of course I am," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

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open the door, kitten.

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my baby 🥺

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fucking you while standing

your pussy was already raw and throbbing, swollen from how hard he’d been pounding you, his cum still dripping out from the last round. you thought he’d slow down, but sylus just groaned, pulled out, and hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you off the bed like you weighed nothing.

“hold on to me, sweetie,” he muttered, voice low and rough, sweat sticking strands of hair against his forehead. his cock pushed back into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep your scream tore through the room.

“ahhh... ahhh... fuck, sylus! s-so deep...! hhnnngghhh...! y-you’re splitting me open!” you sobbed against his shoulder, clinging to him desperately while his cock pounded into your cervix.

he grunted with each thrust, eyes dark, jaw tight. “and you fucking love every second of it, don't you, kitten? getting fucked like this—you say that and you’re still squeezing me like this cock’s the only thing you need.” his hips snapped up hard, making you jolt.

“c-can’t—ahhh—too much—ahhh—fuck, it’s so big!” you wailed, voice breaking into filthy cries, your nails clawing down his back. “yeah?” he rasped, fucking you harder, the back of your thighs slapping against his thighs with every lift. “you always take it so good for me, baby. look at you—screamin’ for it like a good girl.”

your body trembled, squirt gushing out around his cock as he drilled up into you, making you cry out hoarsely. “ahhh... ahhh—sylus! i’m cumming—ahhhhh, f-fuck, i can’t...!” he groaned deep, grinding you down onto his cock, holding you tighter when your body shook violently in his arms. “there you go, baby. fuuuck... yeah, that's it... fucking cum on my cock.”

your dripping pussy kept convulsing around him, messy and soaking, slick running down his thighs as he never slowed. “sylus—ahhh—nnghh—‘m sensitive—too much—c-can’t think—ahhh!”

“shhh,” he husked against your ear, still pounding you mid-air, his voice a deep growl. “don’t need to think, sweetie. just hold on and let me fuck this pussy—you're not done.”

© luvsaes

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their reaction to seeing men’s boots by your door

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

content: mentions of home intrusion, gender-based safety concerns, overall fluff

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"sylus, do you want kids?"

it's taken you three years to finally gather the courage to pose that question. neither of you ever brought it up, and it's probably because you'd mentioned a personal distaste for the notion of having them back in the early days of your relationship. you didn't want the inconvenience, the pain, the pressure, the change, the loss of comfort. you'd always had the mindset that you'd rather regret never having children than regret having them. you won't let your children, if you ever have any, grow up thinking they were a mistake and unwanted.

he stops in his movements with the bowl in front of him. he's currently making dinner, stirring the marinade for the beef he's going to stir fry, and looks over at you. you're sitting on a stool at the island bench to his left, enjoying a glass of wine, but your mood sobered when the lighthearted conversation from earlier died down into companionable silence, and your mind wandered to other things. why they strayed to the prospect of children and finally starting a family? you haven't the faintest idea.

"what makes you ask?" is his reply. careful, quiet, trying to work out where you're going with this. sylus finally starts placing the beef strips into the sauce to marinate, and then he gets started on chopping vegetables. you get up to grab out the wok for him, and shrug. "dunno. just a thought."

"it's your call, sweetheart," he says softly, hands deft as the kitchen resounds with the sound of a knife hitting wood. "you said you never wanted them."

"yeah." you pour some oil into the wok and grab out a knife also, cutting the ends of an onion off and peeling it. "it's just, well...i never asked what you wanted, you know? you say it's my call, but it's yours, too. we're married and what all those stories call 'one flesh'. it takes two, so it's your choice as well."

"i understand that you don't want to experience labour. i can't say i'm eager to see you in such agony, either."

"but it's well-rewarded," you reply, slowly slicing the onion, thoughts all over the place. "at least, that's what happy couples and families say. we're a happy couple. i think you'd make an excellent father. you're good with kids."

it's silent for a few moments, where there's just the sound cutting and slicing and scraping of knives against two boards, and then sylus speaks up again. "i've always wished to have children with you."

you stop, staring at the diced vegetable in front of you, and tears spring to your eyes. it's the sting of the onion, that's all it is. "...yeah?"

"yeah."

"i see." you lift your shoulder and turn your head to wipe your eyes against your shirt, sniffling. it's the onion. just the onion. "for how long?"

"years." two large, tanned hands enter your blurred line of sight, take the knife out of your hand, and engulf them in his own. you're blinking rapidly, trying to expel the sting and surging emotions and you peer up at your husband through the tears. you can make out a soft smile. "i was sad when you said you didn't want any, but i understood. i still do."

"what if..." you give up on your shirt and step into his chest to use his. just to wipe the tears. not to bury your face into it. "what if i've changed my mind?"

"then i'd be overjoyed."

"it's going to be hard."

"yes, it will, but when isn't everything?"

you grin a little, sniffling. "girl or boy?"

he rubs loving circles into your back. "i've always wanted a baby girl."

"just one?"

"why?" sylus eases you away from him enough snicker down at you. "eager for more?"

you smack his bicep, flushed, biting back laughter. "you know that's not what i meant, you big oaf!" you let him chuckle and let yourself get all hot and bothered, and then you sober a little. "it's just, well...the kid's gotta have siblings, you know?"

"it's still your call, sweetheart."

"i'm asking you what you want, though. how many?"

sylus appears to ponder it for a moment, arms still wrapped around you. "hm. three? four? perhaps two. we've already got enough on our plate."

"with the twins, you mean?"

his answering grin is soft. "yeah. if you want."

you squish your face back into his chest, inhaling his scent, listening to his heartbeat, savouring his warmth. "...four'll do."

"what if there's an unplanned fifth?"

"then that'll be your fault. and then we'll have five kids."

full, familiar lips you adore so much brush the top of your head in a sweet peck. "that sounds nice, doesn't it?"

perhaps you've softened to the idea of childbirth and having mini syluses and mini yous darting about the place. getting in your way, getting in his way, wailing and giggling and whining for ice cream. it's something you can easily imagine with this man.

so you clutch him to you tightly, smiling. "yeah. it does."

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BEACH BANNER IS COMING SOON! 🌊🏝️

so who said it was gonna be spicy..

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18+ discovering his breeding kink… while inside you

the thing about satoru is that he never planned to be into this.

he loooved fucking you raw, sure—relished the stunned, glassy-eyed stare you gave him like you simply couldn’t believe he’d fit inside you. but he hadn’t walked into it thinking breeding.

the first time he came inside you, it was an accident. truly. he’d been mouthing sloppily at your tits, rutting into you while his brain was on vacation somewhere down between your legs. totally lost in the warm slick chokehold of your cunt. he barely got the apology out before he came again, within seconds.

“toru,” you breathed, “did you… did you just-”

“…yeah.”

“uh-huh.” legs thrown over his shoulders, your pussy raw and leaking around the length he hadn’t even pulled out yet. and he’d gone so quiet. not in a thoughtful, post-nut clarity; satoru was almost catatonic. staring down at where your bodies connected like your pussy had given him an epiphany.

“what,” you finally asked, gently nudging his cheek with your heel, “you freaking out? we have plan b-”

snowy lashes flicked up, then one hand dropped to your lower belly, pressing gently as if he could feel it take. “no,” he confessed, chest heaving. “i wanna do that again.”

“again,” you echoed, trying not to laugh.

“again and again and again,” he muttered. you should’ve seen it then. the switch flipping. it was the micro-expression of a man discovering a little too much about himself all at once. fingers hooked behind your knees, pushing until they were flush with your shoulders, cunt stretched wide and leaking. satoru buried himself in one hard thrust, the slick squelch so loud you winced.

three kids later, you’ve confirmed it: your husband’s ego is only rivaled by his virility.

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sukuna is definitely the type of guy who grunts when he sees your pink, girly themed bedroom.

he’ll see the various stuffed animals you have, scoffing that they’re childish. but he still drags his feet over to where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, and when you tug sweetly on his arm, your eyes wide and sparkling as you pout up at him, he can’t help but give into you, letting himself get dragged onto your bed so you two can nap.

it’s amusing to see a tall, muscular man laying on your pretty pink sheets, his weight leaving a mark on the sheets, all while you snuggle up to his chest as he ruffles your hair. and when you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek, he’ll grumble and flick your forehead, in an attempt of hiding his growing blush.

but sukuna definitely takes advantage of the many stuffed animals you have whenever you two have sex, making you hold onto one as he ruthlessly pounds his cock onto you.

and of course, he makes you pick the stuffed animal, smirking darkly as he eyes your trembling hand reaching toward your favorite bunny plush, the one you always cuddle when he’s not around. “that one, huh?” he taunts, voice low, thumb rubbing your swollen clit while you whimper and nod.

he makes you cream all over him while you sob into your bunny. and afterwards, when you’re too boneless to move and whining that your legs are weak, sukuna just gives a boasty laugh, wiping the sweat off you and muttering something like, “fucking cute,” before collapsing beside you and letting you tuck yourself into his arms, pink blankets and all.

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୨୧. gojo satoru

he loves fucking you like this

fucking at a party

gojo loves when you ride him

୨୧. geto suguru

nights in his room

you love when he cums inside

his dick feels too good

୨୧. toji fushiguro

need him to breed your pussy

mating press

the both of you couldn’t sleep

୨୧. sukuna ryomen

he came so much it’s leaking out

he got jealous

doggy with sukuna

୨୧. choso kamo

the both of you are so needy for one another

playing with choso’s pretty cock

he needs you right in the morning

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He’s clingy in the sense that he unconsciously follows you from room to room.

In the kitchen prepping breakfast? He’s leaning against the counter, handing you eggs to crack from the fridge.

In the home office to get some work done? That mop of white’s on the futon against the wall behind you, poking his head up with a twitch of a smile each time you look over your shoulder to check on him.

Using the bathroom? He’s on the bed in the main bedroom, propped on the edge like a comfortable, watchful little feline, smiling each time you look up.

In the garage, tidying up? He conveniently needs to do some maintenance on his motorcycle, thus taking up the same space.

Are you in the living room, catching up on a show? He’s at the other end of the couch, pretending not to be interested in what you’re watching, massaging your feet on his lap.

Tending to the garden? He’s squatting beside you in the driveway, handing you plant food and the hose.

He’s like a toddler who can’t get on without having you in sight. You’re his safe space. His continuity. He doesn’t want to impede or smother you, and if you tell him you need space, he’ll leave with his ears flattened and tail low like a dejected dog. But he’ll be elsewhere waiting for you to come out so he can repeat the cycle all over again.

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im not ready to read his myth..