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When you’re the little spoon and you do the little butt wiggle against them, and they groan softly in your ear and grip your hips to pull you back against them. And you start grinding back and everything starts getting hot.

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Miguel tries not to be too vocal. When he starts thrusting he's still in his right mind enough not to moan too loud but when your close he'll whisper in your ear, all your favorite things to hear. When he's close however THIS MAN GETS PUSSY DRUNK. He be moaning in your ear, stuttering out the most obscene shit but WE LOVE THAT SHIT WE LOVE WHEN THAT MAN TALK NASTY. Im a bigger girlie right? So i got a bit of a fupa you know? I need this man to squeeze at my tummy COS I LOVE THAT SHIT AND I KNOW IT'LL BE SO GOOD AS FUCKEN SEX IF HE BE TELLING ME HOW MUCH HE LOVES MY LIL BELLY ROLLS COS HES LITTERALLY FOLDED ME~ I will never get over him istg

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The burning desire to be fucked by a fictional man who could obliterate the world with just a click of a finger, but he's completely and utterly besotted by you and goes completely weak every time he bottoms out

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JJK Men When You Hover Over Their Face (Black Chubby Fem! Reader)

Ft. Toji, Geto, Gojo

A/N: JJK Men 🤝 Face Sitting

Toji

This is a man that doesn’t hesitate so neither should you

“Just sit down, please.”

“But—AH!”

He doesn’t have time for your complaints he just wants your fat wet pussy to be inside his mouth

He actually gives your butt a few slaps for making him wait so damn long.

Gojo

He thinks your hesitation Is fucking annoying too, but he’s nicer about it

You were heavier than him so you never wanted to do this in fear your may hurt him, but it was his birthday and he specifically requested you to sit on his face.

“Don’t you think I’m the strongest?”

“Well yeah—“

“Then don’t worry about me—look you’re drooling I know you want it.”

He keeps sweet talking you until his arms wrap around your thigh, lowering your down until his words were muffled by your twitching lips.

Geto

You sat on his face on accident OWHEIROSJEHSK

He was eating it from the back and you loss balance and landed straight on his face

YOU FELT SO EMBARRASSED YOU JUMPED RIGHT OFF OF HIM DAMN NEAR CRYING LMAOOOO

But you couldn’t get up??????

You look down trying not to have your eye sight blurred with tears when you seen his arms wrapped around your tummy holding you down.

“Su..?”

“Why’d you stop? Keep grinding on my tounge, sweetheart. I like the view.”

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that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good

Every inch

1.4k / packing!ghostface x fem!reader / from blurb.

Slasher master list

Warnings/notes: I8+ mdni noncon (ghostface unconscious), somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist).  You can HC this as anyone with a dick. he's night walks "coded" if you read my other stuff.

Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up.  It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car.  He smells faintly of weed and sweat.  You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand.  You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure. 

He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried.  It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare? 

What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately.  It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear.  You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you.  Stabbing is penetrative after all.  Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him?  After all, he’s only a man.  Why not, you think.  This could be your best chance to find out.  This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation.  You’re turned on thinking about it.  If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose.  Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.

You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you.  Your heart pounds in your chest.  You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body  closer and your heart nearly stops as  your inner thigh softly nudges  his hand.  But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it.  Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches.  He’s only somewhat hard,  but obviously packing.  He still doesn’t move.  His chest is rising and falling with his breaths.  You know he’s alive.  Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more.  You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.  

Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush.  The tables have turned.  You’re on top of him now.  You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer.  You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is.  Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you.  Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself. 

-

His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up.  But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.

Then you have a thought.  You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react.  You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing.  You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap.  Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.

His mask moves.  He seems to look at you.  Then a soft, low sigh.  You lower your crotch again and he’s harder.  You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder.  A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.  

You’re going to have to have him.  This is your chance and you can’t resist it.  Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again.  You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient.  You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband.  His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock.  You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs.  Your core aches to be filled. 

You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance.  Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch.  He moans but doesn’t move.  Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt.  His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full.  It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time.  You wonder if you could just fuck from now on.  If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.

You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness.  You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly.  You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.  

-

His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms,  unable to free them from the headrest.  He’s groggy and weak.  You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming.  You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.

His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race.  “Knew it.”  Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard.  Always wanted this cock.  Knew it.   He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.  

“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger.  Nasty Girl. 

He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips.  Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him.  You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.  

You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls.  You decide to jerk him off as a power move.  You kneel into the open door frame of the car.  You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist.  “All ya had to do was ask,” he says.  All you had to do was ask.  You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street.  Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.

“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade.  He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.

You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly.  His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.

You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants.  Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe.  You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.

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Thanks @darkscape for helping me brainstorm his tagline. 

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men who don’t really know they have a big cock, so when you’re whimpering about the stretch he gets red — pushes it in softly, lovingly, lets out a “s-sorry! i-i’m so sorry, baby!” but your pussy feels incredibly good, he doesn’t think about stopping

and men who know it’s big, so they tell you that you can take it as they push the head of their dick in <3

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“b-but i’m too fat ‘nd heavy…🥺”

the human head can hold 520 pounds of weight before cracking.

sit.

down.

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TOO HARD TO MAKE THE ANIMATON😭

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The blonde himbo belongs to @gatobob

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cmon bro let’s hang out I promise I won’t moan if you pet me again hahaa

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You really need it, don’t you?

For such a filthy sinner as you are the only way to be redeemed would be to get the sins out of your own mouth, drooling, shuddering, crying whilst spread across my lap, taking every hit

with the rosary,

my hands,

making you cry out in such sweet sinful pleasure.

Do not worry about the warm blood running down your thighs alongside the sinful filth out of your wet desperate cunt…

You will be good and clean it all up for me, wont you, whore?

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What they are thinking whilst having the first date/dinner.

Well in my mind anyway

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I have such a kink for size/strength difference, like if you’re bigger or stronger than me I want to try to be on top just so you can flip me over, pin me down, and tell me “oh baby, you’re much too small for that,” “I’m twice as strong as you.” FUCK, that gets me

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my last post I said I wish I was a werewolf, but what if I was a ghost? Invisible, making your skin cold and covered in goosepimples. Waiting until you're asleep to sneak cold hands under the covers, my fingers finding their way between your legs in an instant. You'd be wet and rocking against me by the time you woke up, but what would you think? What would you see? All you'd know is that it felt like someone pushing their fingers into your tight heat, and no ones there. Maybe I'd suck at your tits, sending shivers down your spine as you arch against me. You'd cum for me, your wetness spilling over your thighs, and I'd just keep going. You're mine, now, and this is the purpose I stayed on this earth for♡

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Sometimes when you have no dick to suck on you have to satisfy yourself with a lollipop

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Shy subs that turn into desperate whores when they get riled up deserve the world. Losing the ability to think properly or form words, eagerly grinding on anything they can to stimulate themselves, grinding into a pillow, moving their hips, moving and shifting anyway they can to emulate the sensation of being fucked

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Currently thinking about a dom teasing me with their hand in my underwear, kissing me softly, playing with my nipples, planting hickeys on my neck while rubbing me slowly while I beg for them to fuck me as they smirk “aw darling you’re not nearly wet enough for me yet just a little more teasing okay?”