moechies

[moechies]

❤︎ ໋𓈒 no panties !

shidou loves when you walk around the house with no underwear. you’d be wearing only his shirt, or sometimes, he’d ask you to wear just a tank top, so that he can see your bare pussy on display. it’s a bit embarrassing, but you know it saves him the trouble of having to tug aside any bottoms or panties, giving him easier access whenever he wants to fuck you silly. and secretly, you love it. it always excites you knowing that he could just sneak up on you and pump his thick dick inside you.

so when he comes up behind you as you’re cutting fruit, his arm thrown around your waist as you giggle, “what’re you doing, ryu?”, he’s already lifting your baggy shirt up, revealing no panties as he starts rubbing circles on your pussy, feeling how wet you easily get. he lines himself up, pushing his cock into your tiny cunt, “aren’tcha so cute, sweetheart.”

it’s not long before you’re reduced to a whiny, babbling mess from shidou’s cock pounding your poor pussy stupid like a brute. you’re bent over, and you have him laughing behind you as you’re whining the most incoherent sounds, "so big, mmmuh! feels s'full, ahh—ah! ryuuu, mmn—haa~! uhnn~!”

“ya love this, huh? look at’cha, your pussy’s clenching ‘round me like a slut, baby.” he hums. and you do love it; you think you’d be completely content if you could stay like this forever.

and when he starts to groan, his thrusts getting harder and a little sloppier, asking you, “ryu’s gonna cum, baby. ya want that? c’mon, tell me.” but he doesn’t even give you time to answer before you his cock is twitching deep inside you, his warm cum spilling and flooding your pussy. his body tenses, “shitttt, take it, sweetheart.”

your back arches uncontrollably, and you’re practically crosseyed and becoming a drooling mess, “"aaaahngh, mmnnnn, r-ryuuuuu! s'too goood, mmnn-! wanna keep it, wan’ it all, hhhaaah, ‘s-sticky inside meee!”

he leans down to coo against your cheek, “ya can’t even talk, huh, stupid girl? got’cha all dumb...”, and you nod hastily, “aaah! haaah… mmmf, wanna—wanna—”

“wanna what, baby?” he kisses the side of your face, so amused from how desperate you are. “c’monnn, use your words, tell me.” you squirm in his grip, making the tiniest sound, “wanna.. bed… p-pleaseee..”

his hand slides down between your legs to press the mess in deeper. “ooohh, ya wanna get fucked again in bed? that it?”

“mhmmh!”, you’re completely gone, and you can feel him growing harder again, and it’s unbearable. you’re antsy for him to just fuck you again.

“ya too cute like this, baby.” he teases, picking you up effortlessly, arms under your thighs. “so dumb for my cum. ‘course i’m takin’ ya to bed.”

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[moechies]

culo arriba, hermosa

b. iglesias x fem!reader

⚠︎ nsfw (mdni!) / explicit content / swearing / cunnilingus / size kink (??) / (slight) edging / p in v sex / breeding / might be or might not be ooc bunny! (we don't know yet)

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disclaimer! this oneshot was written before bunny iglesias’s real character or some other things about him were released/explained, meaning we barely know him. i hope all of you will take the time to read this first, so no one would come back attacking this fic, saying i made him too ooc once his character is explained in the manga. however, i hope you all enjoy reading this. thank you!

intimate. intoxicating. lewd.

those were the only things you could think of to describe the current situation. you felt the whole room’s temperature transitioning into something feverish—like a smoldering coal—it spread so quickly, it stung your skin despite the chilly night.

though, it wasn't a surprise; not with those lingering heavy gasps and breaths escaping out of your lungs, and literally not with those silent whispers and soft mewls of pleas you let out. biting the flesh of your lips, you inspect the dimly lit surroundings with hazy eyes.

messy.

that was all you could see: uneven silk sheets, fallen items, and both you and your boyfriend's clothes scattered on the floor. your gaze lingered around for a moment before stopping at the large mirror on the side.

obscene. you thought, taking in the image of your spread legs in your reflection.

“ah..” you hissed when you felt him suckle on your puffy clitoris a little too harshly, tongue swirling and flicking at the sensitive bean that made you see stars. “ah baby wait…i think i’m gonna—”

bunny quickly lifted himself up, before propping himself with both his rigid arms on your sides, muscles flexing and tensing as he does so. “you okay…?” he asked, leaning close to you, which you replied with a brief nod of your head.

the truth was. you weren't.

that was like, the third time he denied your orgasm, and you were starting to think he’s doing it on purpose. “hey now, don't space out on me, hm?” he snapped you back to reality, and only then you realized he was already positioning himself between your legs. sliding both of your legs further to the side, he aligned his manhood between your folds, pumping his heavy, and girthy cock with his hand—the tip already leaking with precum. “oh, mierda…mierda…” he moaned, voice low and guttural, as he leaned his head back.

“bunny..” you whimpered as you watched his angry, fat tip kiss your much smaller hole. he stayed like that for who knows how long—pumping and grazing his tip at your weeping hole teasingly. it may not look like it, but deep inside you were nervous as hell; he’s big—you know that—you’re afraid he’ll tear you apart, not to mention that this was only the second time you’d been intimate with him. you remembered the first time you two did it; you were crying the whole session. you shivered at the sudden flashbacks of memories; pumping his tip alone stung you to the core, and you didn't want to imagine the pain again if he's fully inside of you—balls deep— you don't know if you could take it, just like last time.

bunny on the other hand felt your smaller frame tense; sensing your discomfort, he cupped your cheek, gaining your attention. your eyes—teary and hazy—clouded with uncertainty and fear. “baby, relax f’me just like last time, hm? i’ve got you..” his voice was barely audible, but you nodded slowly.

your eyes—once filled with uncertainty and fear—was now glinting with desire and focus. you bit your lip as you watch how he starts to slowly plunge into you.

inch by inch, you watched with focused eyes how your tiny hole engulfed his cock like it had done it a thousand times already. it stung—so much—you felt like tearing apart any moment. “b-baby wait…i think it won't—‘feel so full—i can't…no more—bunny…’too big..” you whimpered, as you shake your head from the unbearable sting of your gummy walls being stretched; fresh warm tears rolled down your tear-stained cheeks, but your gentle pleas fell on deaf ears.

“oh dios… qué coño tan pequeño, tan apretado.” he groaned as he sank deeper into you, closing his eyes shut. bunny loved every bit of this: how your tiny hole fluttered around his aching cock; how it turned him on so much when your smaller hands reached up for him desperately, with pleading eyes—everything. he was trying so hard restraining himself, to not hurt you further enough, but dear god, how he loved that you're so small and tight for him. and with a harsh push of his hips, he was fully inside of you—balls deep. you cried out at the sensation of being full on your lower region. “good girl…look at your little hole taking my cock..” he murmured a praise with his shaky voice.

it felt ecstatic.

your pussy fluttered from his words. “oh… oh..” you moaned as he started to move in and out of you.

slowly but deep.

in and out.

in and out.

you bit your lip, shaking your head from the indescribable sensation. “fuck, fuck… b-bunny..” you moaned.

“does that feel good?”

you answered with a guttural moan at his words, your mouth slacked open as he fucked you dumb. “oh i bet it does”

you couldn't believe it; your once struggling hole, was now welcoming his thrust with ease, slipping in and out like it had memorized his movements and could finally keep up. it felt so good, your toes curled into the mattress as you clutch the sheets for support. “bunny…bunny..” your voice—hoarse and desperate—chanted his name like a mantra.

fuck. you're gonna be the death of him.

his thrust transitioned from slow and deep to something more… animalistic—inhumane. the once stinging and uncomfortable sensation quickly dissipated, slowly turning into pleasure. your walls clenched at the sudden change of pace, and god, he almost came on the spot when he felt that.

he loved everything he’s seeing right now: how your much smaller, more delicate frame jiggled and convulsed from his harsh thrusts, how your mouth opens and closes, trying to form proper words—god, what a sight to indulge.

“hah—i’m cumming… ’m cumming deep in this little pussy..” he was losing control, his chest heaving heavily, mouth slacked open—murmuring incoherent words from how overly euphoric he was feeling.

“baby—bunn–’m cumming, i’m cumming—hah–”

you choked out a moan, and with one final thrust, he snapped his hips and released inside you. you felt like your whole body was splashed with cold water as you shivered at the euphoric sensation; hot ropes of his thick load spurted inside you, filling your glistening hole to the brim. you sighed, chest heaving so hard as you ride out your high. you both stayed like that for a moment—indulging the silence.

or so you thought.

you yelped slightly when you felt him wrap his toned arms around you; with a low chuckle, he flipped you gently so you were now on your stomach. you blinked a few times out of astonishment, before looking over your shoulders. “b-bunny, what're you—”

you moaned the rest of your words when he shuts you up with a deep kiss, biting your lip for permission. you opened your mouth for him, and he wasted no time swirling his tongue inside you, as if trying to reach the deepest part of your mouth. he pulled out for air and searched for your eyes. “you don't think we're finished now, do you?” his voice—low and tempting—laced with subtle desire.

it was intoxicating.

hypnotic, if you might add.

and when he finally saw you shake your head slowly, god, he was glad he used all of his self control points to not bury his cock back into your sopping tiny hole and fuck you right then.

curling up a small smile, he leaned his head close to your neck, inhaling your scent oh so teasingly, just before whispering…

“culo arriba, hermosa”

a/n: srsly guys, this man here is sooo fine, he got me sooo down bad the first time he showed up on the leaks like gakagskwhsk *chefs kiss* i love him (i love them all). and the thought of him speaking spanish??! hello?! not sure if it's accurate, since i used google translate for that, anyway, i’'ll leave everything to you guys to search the meaning if you're curious:). i swear, i tried to make this as short as possible. i hope you liked it. likes and reblogs are much appreciated! and follow me for more updates. thanks a bunch!

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[moechies]

cnc & spanking with shidou would include…

pre-scene rules that turn him on more than anything. you talk about limits, safe words, and everything you want him to do, and watching you say “i want you to take it from me. i want to fight and lose.” has him twitching in his pants. “fuck, baby… you’re sick. just like me.”

his entire demeanor shifting the moment you say the scene is on. the grin gets meaner. his eyes go dark. and suddenly, you’re not just his girlfriend, you’re his target.

he’s cornering you in your own bedroom, voice low and mocking as he says, “what’s wrong, sweetheart? you look scared. you should be.” …as you back up exactly how you both planned.

he’s wrestling you down easily, pinning your wrists above your head. you push, you squirm, you say “no” …and it only makes him groan. “tch, too fuckin’ bad. you’re mine tonight.”

he’s shoving you down over his knee or onto the bed, yanking down your panties, and letting his hand crack against your ass hard and loud. “look at you—kicking and whining. bet your pussy’s soaked, huh?”

he’s spanking until your skin is red and your moans turn to whimpers, checking in with a dirty smirk, “still with me, baby?” and when you nod, breathless, he growls, “good. now shut the fuck up and take it.”

he’s grabbing your hair, forcing your back into an arch, spanking harder each time you say “stop”, and ignoring it only because he knows it’s part of the play. his real focus? your safe word. always.

him taunting you while you struggle. “is this what you wanted? to cry while i fuck you dumb? to scream and get nothing but more cock in return?”

he’s fucking you without giving you a second to think. no prep. just spit, pressure, and a brutal thrust while you thrash and gasp. “too late for begging now, baby. i’m takin’ what’s mine.”

his hand slamming into your ass mid-thrust, using the rhythm of the spanking to make you scream louder. “louder. let ‘em hear you getting ruined.”

and when you finally sob out your safe word or he sees you right at your limit? he stops instantly, pulls out and scoops you into his lap like you’re glass. “shhh… you did so fucking good for me, baby. so perfect. i got you. you okay?”

aftercare that’ll break you in the best way. warm bath, kisses to your sore skin, soft hands rubbing lotion into bruises he made. “you were so strong for me. you made all my filthy dreams come true tonight. i’m the luckiest sick fuck alive.”

[moechies]

SHAKE YOUR HIPS!

⋆｡𖦹°‧ nsfw hcs for the u-20 captain :p but in alphabetical order

contains bf!aiku, blackcat!reader hehe, breeding, cockwarming, size difference, scent kink, panty sniffing, corruption, phone sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, slight public sex, anal and watersports mentioned once, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, lots of pet names, he is ooc but a girl can dream

notes he’s so fine I NEED HIM omg.. this is.. kind of self ship coded but what can we do .. reqs are open

a, aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

oliver has intense stamina, as expected from one of the top soccer players in japan, but even he feels exhausted after sex. still, he’s the ever so reliable team captain, so you best believe he’ll look out for you. sometimes, he’ll slip out of you, carry you to the bath and spend the next 30 minutes scrubbing your body clean (unsurprisingly sneaking in some squeezes to your tits), then dry you and dress you up personally. some other times, when he’s feeling lazy, he stays buried in your heat, letting his cock soften inside you, keeping you stuffed full of his cum. you can whine all you want, but it’s not exactly easy to move when you have a muscle monster sprawled on top of you. either way, he’s nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses on your skin until you fall asleep (or he does).

b, body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hmm, kind of hard to tell. he loves touching, squeezing, tickling every part of your body. buuuut, he can’t deny he loves your boobs. oliver feels like flying each time he sees your tits jiggle when you jump or walk, given that you’re usually way too shy to purposefully show off your body. he loves how soft they are, regardless of their size, but he just gets a little bit more aroused when his hands struggle to grab all of your mounds. even if it’s not frequently, sometimes he likes to suck on them, sexually or not, finding comfort in the feeling. seriously, he loves it all, boobjobs, paizuri, nipple sucking, push up bras… give him a pair of tits and he’s a happy man.

for him, it’s kind of hard to tell as well. on one hand, he likes his eyes, since it was so easy to draw you in thanks to them. on the other, he likes his muscles: his biceps, his thighs, his chest… he’s just way bigger than you, and aiku has to admit that he gets a sick kick from watching you squirm and shy away when he pressed his body against yours.

c, cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his cum is thick, overwhelming, sticky, making it hard to swallow (exactly what arouses him the most). it spurts out in fat globes, slowly dripping down his length. it’s white, almost a pearly color.

aiku likes his cum on your body. well, a good breeding session is not something he’ll say no to, but seeing in on your body just makes him hard again. he likes painting your tits, a shit eating grin on his face whenever he sees your pretty nipples all covered by it. he likes staining your thighs white, and likes seeing it drip down to your folds. speaking of your pussy, he likes cumming on it, rather than in it. the way it twitches when the warm fluid slips in is a sight aiku wants to see until the day he dies.

d, dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gets off on how shy you are. disgustingly so. every little thing you do, be it stretching, having a lollypop in your mouth, licking something, gets his cock hard and leaking within seconds. huge corruption guy. almost came in his pants when he saw your cleavage for the first time, and actually came when you let him touch you for the first time (not even sex, just groping your clothed tits. pathetic). hmm, i also think he has a thing for scent, especially the scent of your cunny that lingers on your used panties, which he promptly slips in his pockets (and when he gives them back, there’s a 50/50 chance that they’re either squeaky clean, folded and right in your panty drawer, or they’re stuffed with cum and left as a gift on your bed).

e, experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

50/50 that he’s a virgin. i saw some people saying that he acts all tuff but he still hasn’t fucked anyone (definitely gotten a few blowjobs here and there, and fingered some girls, just to get some experience). or, he’s not, has had way too many one night stands that he’s not used to lovemaking, making him all shy and red when he fucks you for the first time. either way, your first time together will be something he holds very close to his heart.

f, favorite position (this goes without saying)

hmm, depends on the day. most of the time he likes missionary, mating press if he’s feeling frisky, call him basic but he likes seeing your face. be it because he loves you and wants to feel as intimate as he can, or because he just likes the fucked out face you make when he thrusts into you. likes kissing you during sex, and since he’s gross he also loves sucking on your tongue, the more spit, the better. when he’s feeling tired from particularly hard practice, though, he likes making you ride him. tits out, thighs burning from the ache, body on full display for him - aiku just sits back and enjoys the show you’re putting on for him. in a cowgirl position, you get even shyer and red in the face, so bonus points for that!! plus, his cock feels even thicker like this. win-win, right?

g, goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the first time you had sex, he did his best to not seem too imposing, afraid to scare his sweetheart away. with time, he lets loose a little, cracking small jokes, letting out breathy laughs when you whine too much, soft smiles when you cry. oliver can be a tease, rubbing your clothed clit until you soak your panties, or can be a love smitten fool, letting out soft i love yous when he cums inside of you.

h, hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HAPPY TRAIL!!!!! dark hair, similar to the blue-black hair on his head. he trims it, so it’s not too untamed and makes his privates look more clean and appealing. shaves almost every part of his body, except for his fuck ass stubble, so don’t worry about telling him anything. aiku will NOT let go of the happy trail though, especially since he has accidentally exposed it once during a match. he spent the rest of the evening looking at the tweets of people thirsting over it, and decided to keep it unshaven in hopes to woo you.

i, intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

before you, he was the n1 one night stand warrior, occasionally having some friends with benefits, but nothing worth getting all emotional over. after you, aiku fell in love with more intimate sessions. call him a sap, but nothing compares to dimmed lights, low volume music in the background, and the soft sounds you make when he touches you. during those times, he doesn’t worry about anything else but you, your body, your pleasure. soft rubs on your clit, slow strokes of his digits in your cunny, while he gently sucks on your tits, cock prodding at your thighs. he’s completely encapsulated by you, barely whispering soft praises. other times, he’s just mean, fucking you into the mattress so hard that you gasp for air. still loves you though, but sometimes he just needs to fuck his stress away.

j, jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it as often as when he was single, but still does it when he’s away from you for too long. before dating, he’s a bit ashamed to admit that he pumped his cock way too often to the thought of you, always shooting thick ropes of cum from imagining what kind of panties you were wearing that day, how your hand would feel wrapped around him, or any other lewd thing he could get his mind to think about. now, he only jerks off as a last resort if he can’t have you, but his cock’s too stubborn to go down. he calls you, panting in your ear about how he’s so fucking hard, baby, and how he misses your pretty pussy so much. if it’s a video call, he begs you to show him your boobs, your cunny, whatever it is to keep him going, but he knows you get shy, so he’ll just act like he doesn’t hear the squelching sounds of your poor cunt.

k, kinks (one or more of their kinks)

freak!! anyways … he def has a thing for size difference, as i’ve said before, he loves how bigger he is compared to you. no matter your height, weight, it’s kind of hard to not be smaller than a 190cm tall soccer player. he likes seeing the bulge his cock forms when he’s fucking you, and gets impossibly harder when you notice it too and get even more embarrassed.

loves pet names, especially those that take a while to come out of your mouth because they’re “too embarrassing, oli..”. so he just has to reward you when you finally call him daddy. he thinks he’s a bit sick in the head but hearing your soft voice saying daddy, ‘s too much just makes him cum faster and harder. anything for his sweet girl. (also likes any variation of the pet name. dada is a close second but you never say that unless you’re already going dumb on his dick).

l, location (favorite places to do the do)

has probably fucked you on every surface of his apartment. he likes all of them, because each location is, in his mind, appropriate for a different mood. cuddles-turned-sex? couch, or even better, living room floor. against a wall? shower, so he can cum in you every time he wants without having to worry about cleaning up after (lazy ass. leave him girl). something more domestic? lazy fucking with you sprawled out on the kitchen counter when you just wanted to make breakfast.

outside of the house, he’s not so sure. it’s risky, and while he doesn’t mind someone taking a look, he knows you won’t. so he sticks to quickies in public bathroom stalls (don’t worry, he’s covering your mouth the entire time), buuut there have been multiple occasions where he made you ride him in the locker room before and/or after a game. who cares if sendou’s right outside the door? let him hear.

m, motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he gets off on how much more inexperienced you are than him. likes your shyness, your soft pleas, your hands swatting his away when he’s being a perv (according to you. to him, he’s just being a loving boyfriend. different perspectives). aiku loves ruining you, leaving his mark onto you, seeing you all fucked out in his bed because of his cock. he also likes when you take the lead: it’s rare, but it does happen. lingerie (or any kind of underwear, really, he loves all of it. cotton, silk, ribbons, push ups…), unprompted nudes, you tugging at the hem of his shirt when you’re just too needy and can’t wait anymore. on the same note, he likes having you work for him to fuck you: thigh riding, clumsily playing with the zipper of his pants… he loves his pillow princess, but there’s just something so lewd about having you being so desperate that he gets hard instantly.

n, no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that’s too gross, or is dangerous for you. i’m thinking scat, extreme puppy play (the kind where people are actually going outside on all fours, and with a leash - he likes calling you puppy, kitty, sometimes even mutt when he’s feeling mean, but that’s it). heavy bdsm, pain play… he likes spanking your cunny sometimes but he never goes further. hell, he could even get into watersports but even that’s way too extreme for him. but he probably likes anal - he swears he’ll tell you one day.

o, oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

doesn’t he canonly like blowjobs? he loves having you all pretty on your knees, big doe eyes staring at him. aiku doesn’t mind if you can’t take his whole cock, just watching you suckling and kissing and messily licking his fat tip is enough. he can’t ask too much from his sweet girl, right? that’s why he also enjoys eating you out every once in a while, giggling against your hole when you whine because his stubble is tickling you. when he’s the one giving, he’s ruthless, latching himself onto your clit and never stopping until you’ve came at least two or three times.

p, pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

can be both! it mainly depends on how you’re feeling that day. most of the time, he likes slow, heavy sessions in the mornings to wake you up, and fast, long sessions at nighttime to put you to sleep. as long as he’s sticking his cock into you, he doesn’t care.

q, quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as i’ve said in letter l, he’s into them when you guys aren’t home. he always makes you cum though - can’t have you walk away with no orgasm. sometimes, he’ll just cum in you and make you keep it inside (he’ll check when you get home so be sure to not let his cum slip away <3). hmm, also likes himself a quickie before you have to leave for an event: he can’t control himself when you’re looking so sexy with a night dress and high heels, especially since those aren’t clothes he sees you in often.

r, risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

just shoot him at this point. simply put, he doesn’t care: he’s willing to put on a show for other people, so long as they aren’t complete strangers. in more than one occasion he has cupped your cunny under the table, knowing that poor sendou was looking at you. gets off in letting other people know that you’re his, but no one is allowed to touch you, to taint you except for him. aiku shows off hickeys, marks, the strip of condoms in his soccer bag… he doesn’t mind. of course, he only enjoys risk if he’s the one at risk: he doesn’t want to embarrass you, or expose you to anyone else. you’re his girl, no one else’s.

s, stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

a lot: nothing to be unexpected from one of the best soccer players in japan. two to three rounds are the average, with little rest time in between (what can he say, he loves your body), but he secretly wants to try marathon sex on a day off. if the session you’re having is emotionally heavier than most, it’s possible for him to only last one round, the emotional toll being too much for him: it happened on your first time, and after one of the talks you guys have had about his past, pouring your hearts out, soft kisses and fat tears being the only communication device (im actually thinking about writing something about this).

t, toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes, but probably not so many. a vibrator for you, the kind that attaches itself to your clit and just suckles on it for hours on end: aiku probably isn’t fond of penetration-like toys, he’s confident in his dick game and he doesn’t want any sort of silicone cocks or vibrators in you. definitely has nipple clamps tho, stimming from the fact that i think he’s a boob guy. they’re hidden nice and safe in the box under his bed, and he only takes them out for the times he really wants to see you sob. for himself, he doesn’t have many. he probably had a pocket pussy somewhere, but he threw it out the second he started getting into you (it just didn’t compare to the thought of you).

u, unfair (how much they like to tease)

he lives for it. aiku loves hearing you talk and ask for what you want. most of the time, he’ll be your sweet, nice oli and just fuck you senseless without having your pretty head worry about saying too much. there are times, though, when he just needs to hear his pretty girl talk, ask for what she wants and all that (“you’ve gotta tell me what ya want, angel, i can’t read your mind” “you want my cock? where? show me, cutie.”). you’re embarrassed? all the better for him: he’ll rub his cock against your puffy folds for hours, waiting for you to suck it up and talk. he has all day.

v, volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t think he’s the type to moan or whimper unfortunately </3 maybe did that once or twice when he first sank his cock into you. aiku is more like a groaner, definitely lets out some sighs when your walls get tighter. that doesn’t mean he’s quiet, of course not. you really should sew his mouth shut (or gag him - he prefers your panties as a gag but he can’t ask too much) because he won’t shut up! he’s always talking, either about how you’re so tight angel, you’re gonna squeeze me to death today, or you like when i play with your tits like this? you’re gonna let me suck on ‘em too, right? bet ya’d like that, baby, you’re just as nasty as i am. you’re just a little perv.

w, wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

aiku is, surprisingly, down for a threesome. however, he’s heard one too many stories of threesomes ruining relationships, so he’d much prefer to do it with one of his friends, people he trusts a lot. probably sendou, given that aiku gets a kick out of teasing him (we’ve all seen s2. let’s not lie to ourselves rn), and that sendou may have a teeny tiny crush on you, he thinks he’d be the best candidate. another thing that helps aiku’s case is that him and sendou are so different - your boyfriend can allow himself to be a little bit meaner, to push you a little bit further, while his best friend is nothing short of a gentleman, rubbing your tits and your clit and peppering kisses all over your face. hm, that’d be nice. he should probably ask sendou what he’d think about getting a round with his girlfriend.

x, x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i know everyone says this but there’s no way this guy isn’t hung - there has to be a reason as why he’s had more flings than anyone else on his team combined. his cock is big, to say the least, definitely longer than average. what’s the most intimidating part of it, though, is his girth. it’s thick, almost worryingly so, and it stuffs you nice and well, making it easy for a bulge to appear on your stomach each time he’s inside you. the color of the shaft it pretty close to his skin color, getting redder and darker around the tip. circumcised? probably, and probably has a fat tip, meaning that even fucking just the tip into you is a piece of work (has done that before). your hands probably can’t wrap the whole way around his length, and your mouth can’t either, but you’re lucky he gets off by that.

y, yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

once a day, and he’s a happy man. but, he knows that it’s unrealistic: you have college, work, well, your own life, and he’s the team captain and unfortunately has way more meetings with his coaches and sponsors than he’d like. as much as he’d like to send you out of the door in the morning with a few orgasms under your belt, or cuddle-fuck you when you’re watching a shitty movie, or make love to you until you’re sleeping, aiku knows that it happens less than he’d like. not to say you guys never have sex, but it’s not really and every day occurrence. as said in letter j, he results to jerking off to your pictures if you’re too far away. he always gets what he wants in the end, even if he’d much rather have his cum stain your insides rather than a tissue in his hotel room.

z, zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

dead asleep after he makes sure you’re all okay. seriously, you should check his pulse every once in a while. unrelated but this dude snores sometimes. anyways, if it’s late at night, he just cleans you up (maybe another quick fuck in the shower), and throws himself on top of you in bed - he’s sprawled across your body, burying you under all of his stupid muscles, at least keeping you warm all night. when he isn’t feeling so murderous, aiku is just as happy to be the bigger spoon, sometimes abusing this position to sneak in some boob squeezes (and to rub his hard on on your ass in the morning). if it’s morning, well, he still cleans you up, but unfortunately he can’t go back to sleep. at least he has something to look forward too during the day, though.

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sanemi shinazugawa thinks watching you being unable to take a dildo moulded exactly to his cock is one of the top three experiences of all time.

he’s sat prettily on the velvet couch that adorns your shared home, the lights dim with a fancy sip he’s got his hands on. a light swing of his hands swirls the ice inside of the pale alcohol, the sharp clink that elicits from the ice hitting the sides of the glass contrasts to your soft, whimpery cries.

you’re perched up on the ground, holding yourself up with your knees and hands faced towards the cold man. he’s staring down at you with a degrading gaze, the corner of his lips twitching as he watches you shiver and hiccup.

the clear silicone dildo, moulded to sanemi’s cock down to a T — the length, girth, and veins translated perfectly onto your newfound toy. he hums, letting out a soft chuckle when you look up at him, your bottom lip quivering with widened, teary eyes.

“what’re you looking up here for? hm?”

“i—“ you stutter, nervous to be berated. “c—can’t!”

the stretch of the mere tip burns like hell. it’s different — despite it being all the same. unfamiliar to his cock, the toy is stiff. you miss touching his skin tittered with scars, how warm his body feels against yours when he’s sliding his cock against your slit, and his warm thumb attuning to your twitching clit. now that you’ve been forced to succumb to the toy, you’re beginning to reminisce all you’ve taken for granted.

despite your fustrations, sanemi’s having the time of his life. he loves watching you cry, watching you suffer to sit yourself down on the stupid toy when you never seem to have any issues when it’s the real thing. he loves watching your face contort, realizing at the same time he does that you’re reduced to nothing without his touch and loving.

“it’s not that you can’t cum, but you can’t even fuck yourself on it. what, is it too big?” he mocks, setting the glass cup aside before leaning forward and taking ahold of your face.

“can’t. i—i can’t, don’t want this. w—want you only!”

“but baby, that is me.” he chuckles maliciously.

“no no! i want you, wan’ your real cock. ‘s not fair!”

“so godamn whiny. you need me that bad, huh? what a needy little thing.”

you’re quick to nod your head despite the harsh hold he has on either side of your cheeks. “p—please. miss you, miss your touch, miss you.” you whine, laying your cheek onto his lap. “‘s not the same..”

“alright alright.” he chuckles, standing up before hoisting you onto the couch and laying you down. you sigh in relief, feeling the soft velvet hit the backside of your back, then being sandwiched when the man lays himself atop of you. you gasp when you feel his warm, pudgy tip prod against your slit, but hiccup in relief when it’s warm, soft, and familiar.

“gonna give it to ya till you pass out. you just sit here ‘n look pretty, like you always do. yeah?

[moechies]

i’m DEEP in my demon slayer phase rn. like. i only watched s1 manyyy years ago and just caught up with the hashira training arc it was so life changing. loved it sm and i can’t believe their wont be another season 🫩🫩🫩🫩 literally finished it in a couple days and i cannot stop thinking about it i need moreeee.!!!

men that just loveee when you scream during sex. especially if it’s something you’re embarrassed of — shy that you’re so damn vocal when you get it good but he loves it. it shows how well he’s tending to your needs, just how well he’s pampering you just as you need it.

listening to your whines and breathy moans develop into pitched screams as your grappling at the sheets is heaven sent. your disheveled in his grasp, globs of tears streaming down your face and hair a mess as your hands scramble for purchase. one drags down the meaty muscle of his bicep, the other one clinging tightly to the cushion of your shared mattress.

the moment he feels his raw, hot tip plunge against your spongy cervix your back arches high, and your lips part to sound a loud scream as you squeal his name. he grits his teeth, lips curved into a mischievous smile trying to stray from cumming right then and there. his thrusts are brutal, painful almost — but you take it all.

his groans are guttural, panting in intervals manually because the feeling of your plush cunt sucking around his cock, his tip kissing at your cervix, your nails scratching down his tender skin, and your sweet, drained screams ringing in his ears has him struggling to breathe.

“n—no more! no more!” you yell, foot coming up to push away at his abdomen. it does nothing but urge him closer to you, laying his body atop of yours until he feels your hot skin and perky tits against his chest. “don’t try to resist it, just let it happen. i know how much you love this shit.”

you arch your back, throwing your head back into the plush pillow when his thrusts never slow, and you can feel your body losing to his as you rise to your fourth orgasm from pure penetration tonight!

“can’t—! can’t cum ‘nymore! no, no!”

“you can, shut up. i know you can.” he growls, and it makes you cry even harder, screams reverberating around the room as you shove weakly at his shoulder.

“three more, ‘n then we’re done, cmon. give it to me now or i’ll make it four darlin.’”

˖ ࣪⊹ sanemi shinazugawa, uzui tengen, giyuu tomioka, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, shohei barou + your favs!

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men that just loveee when you scream during sex. especially if it’s something you’re embarrassed of — shy that you’re so damn vocal when you get it good but he loves it. it shows how well he’s tending to your needs, just how well he’s pampering you just as you need it.

listening to your whines and breathy moans develop into pitched screams as your grappling at the sheets is heaven sent. your disheveled in his grasp, globs of tears streaming down your face and hair a mess as your hands scramble for purchase. one drags down the meaty muscle of his bicep, the other one clinging tightly to the cushion of your shared mattress.

the moment he feels his raw, hot tip plunge against your spongy cervix your back arches high, and your lips part to sound a loud scream as you squeal his name. he grits his teeth, lips curved into a mischievous smile trying to stray from cumming right then and there. his thrusts are brutal, painful almost — but you take it all.

his groans are guttural, panting in intervals manually because the feeling of your plush cunt sucking around his cock, his tip kissing at your cervix, your nails scratching down his tender skin, and your sweet, drained screams ringing in his ears has him struggling to breathe.

“n—no more! no more!” you yell, foot coming up to push away at his abdomen. it does nothing but urge him closer to you, laying his body atop of yours until he feels your hot skin and perky tits against his chest. “don’t try to resist it, just let it happen. i know how much you love this shit.”

you arch your back, throwing your head back into the plush pillow when his thrusts never slow, and you can feel your body losing to his as you rise to your fourth orgasm from pure penetration tonight!

“can’t—! can’t cum ‘nymore! no, no!”

“you can, shut up. i know you can.” he growls, and it makes you cry even harder, screams reverberating around the room as you shove weakly at his shoulder.

“three more, ‘n then we’re done, cmon. give it to me now or i’ll make it four darlin.’”

˖ ࣪⊹ sanemi shinazugawa, uzui tengen, giyuu tomioka, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, shohei barou + your favs!

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this is 110% you and satoru nii when you tell him it’s weird that he wants to have sex with you :3c will definitely make it a big deal — pout and whine, clawing at your shirt (really secretly palming at your tits) trying to convince you that it’s not — not weird if you don’t let it, and that he’ll never bring it back up again! just let him have it this one time!

but you refuse, and he can only resort to fucking i between your pretty thighs and feel your soft pretty pussy folds hug him tight. he won’t complain much, won’t whine for long because he knows that sooner or later you’ll give in.

[moechies]

dacryphillia & degrading w kaiser? thanks! i love ur works btw

curious as to what your boyfriend, kaiser, was doing, you made your way into the living room, only to be met with the sight of him shirtless as he was doing pushups. so, you decided it would be fun to climb onto his back, giggling as your thighs touched his waist; his muscles flexing with every slow dip towards the floor and back up as he lets out small arrogant laughs. "ha, hope you're comfortable back there, princess."

even now, kaiser was as smug as ever. "you think this is going to slow me down? hm, you're much lighter than you think."

with a quick roll of your eyes, you respond with "sure, tough guy."

he eventually slowed down his pace as you started squirming around a little, letting out innocent hums and shifting your hips. but then, he stopped altogether, telling you to "get off."

"huh?" you blinked.

he dips back down one last time, rolling you onto the floor as your back hits the ground. he pushes himself up and over you, trapping you within his arms and looking down straight at you with piercing eyes and an amused expression.

kaiser's hand trails down to tug at your shorts, pulling them down your thighs as he touches your cunt through your panties, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. he lets out a low chuckle when he feels that you’re already soaked, knowing that you won't need much prep. slowly, he tugs his own sweats down, pulling out his cock as he pushes the flimsy material of your panties aside, not making the effort to take them off. his cock is thick and heavy as he rubs his erection all over your entrance, allowing your slick to smear across his tip.

“micha…” you whine softly, jerking your hips up to get a little friction. “put it in, please..”

“ah ah,” he taunts, “naughty fucking girl doesn’t deserve it.”

you squirm around underneath him. “pleaseee, micha, need it so bad..”

“be patient.”

he inserts only the tip in, and even though that's all it takes to make your mouth part a little and your eyes all hazy and half lidded, it’s not enough! you want the whole thing inside you— him stretching you out around his massive size and have him pounding your body onto the floor, leaving you with no choice but to lay there and take it. so naturally, you start getting a bit too whiny for his taste, tears already forming as you complain, upset that you’re not getting what you want as quickly as you like.

your pout, eyes watery, and kaiser can't help but lean down and coo against your ear, practically mocking you. "crying already? aren't you cute."

it's cruel, and he's so smug about it. he brushes a strand of your hair aside and uses his thumb to caress your face and wipe away the small drops of tears that fall onto your cheeks. "look at you, so desperate. hm, you were acting all cute, sitting on my back earlier, and now y're crying?"

as soon as he pushes his cock all the way in, you can't help but let out a loud sob, tears streaming down your face as your pussy gets stretched and brutally split open by his size. sniffling and whimpering as he bottoms out with a harsh thrust, your entire body is trembling beneath him as you cry out, words slurring together, "s' big—hurts..mmmhmm.."

"pathetic thing," he spits. "crying cus' you can't take my cock properly. anything going on inside that stupid little brain of yours besides having your hole filled? hm?”

he starts pumping his cock in and out of you, mean strokes that have you throwing your head back, whining so loudly as the feeling of him fucking you makes you so dizzy. you can't even stop the flow of tears that are spilling down your cheeks, and kaiser would be lying if he said the sight of you crying as you got pounded by him didn't turn him on. in fact, he probably liked it a little too much.

"tell me," he mutters. "d'you even remember what you were whining about a second ago? or did you forget as soon as i gave you what you wanted, dumb girl?

he leans down a bit to lick a tear off your face, watching you intensely as your face contorts in pleasure. he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he analyzes you— there's drooling seeping out from the side of your mouth and you're all teary eyed, sweat dripping down your forehead, looking at him with the most fucked out expression.

he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip. you're trembling, small sobs coming out of you in hiccuping gasps. he smiles a little down at you, but you can't really tell what he's thinking inside.

kaiser watches you writhe as his cock is buried deep inside you. but when your legs start to tense, as your moans become more high pitched and breathy, and your pussy clamps down on him like a vice, your walls clinging around him, he instantly knows you're about to cum. so, what does he do? he pulls out.

you immediately gasp as he leaves you empty, your orgasm taken away from you so easily.

"mmichaaa, why.. didn't want you t' stop, wanted to cum...was s' close.." your hips instinctively try to thrust upwards, desperate for him to fill you up again. the feeling of your hole being empty leaves you aching for him to go back inside.

but kaiser merely laughs as his eyes narrow and he leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he taunts you."you're lucky i'm even fucking you at all,"

"should've just left you here on the floor to cry by yourself like the spoiled brat you are, hah."

thank you for requesting !! this was also based on this request and this request <3 sorry if hes ooc i genuinely struggled writing this bc i’m not a manga reader..

[moechies]

messy sex with nagi ♡

nagi who’s definitely very appreciative of you. all the girls around him always crushed on reo, so it came as a surprise when he learned that you were interested in him. he’s not very good with words, but he’s so in love and smitten with you, that the best way to show how grateful he is is by fucking his big cock into your pussy.

you’re squealing as he pulls his cock halfway out and slams back in, watching how your slick dripped down around his cock and made a mess between your thighs. he had you all spread and stuffed full of him, your pussy fluttering and so messy from how many times he’s already made you cum.

“ah—mmnh—! ssseiii, it’s so loud…” you whined, face burning as the slick, messy sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of you, balls slapping against your clit echoed through the room.

“so what?” he panted, licking into your neck as your walls clenched around him. “s’just your pussy tellin’ me how good it feels. can’t help it, right?”

“it’s embarrasssing—!” you’re cut off with him shoving his mouth onto yours, tongue slipping in as he kissed you through it, causing your head to go all fuzzy for him.

“means your pussy's really happy," he mumbled, lifting your leg a little higher so he could go even deeper, hitting that spot that made you cry out.

then he leaned in close, head tilted down as he looked at where you were connected, your puffy folds stretched around his cock, all shiny and soaked with your cum and his.

nagi abruptly pulled out, leaving you empty as you twitched and squirmed. but before you can even whine at him to go back inside, it seems as if he’s totally entranced by something, causing you to realize he’s staring at your cunt. his eyes are half lidded, and his big hands are holding your thighs wide open so he could get the perfect view.

you blinked down at him, breathless. “what…?”

“miss me already?” he cooed, thumbing at your folds.

your pussy fluttered helplessly, slick dripping down to your thighs, and nagi only leaned in closer, so close you felt his breath ghost over your skin as he whispered, “y’re so cute…”

you squeaked, “seishiro—stop talking to my pussy!”

finally, his lazy eyes lifted to yours, slow, smug, lips curled in a grin.

“but she’s being so honest with me,” he said, cock nudging at your entrance again. “y’re so shy, angel… but she’s makin’ it clear how much she wants me.”

he kissed your wrist, leaning in to press his lips to yours in a deep, messy kiss while slowly pushing back in, stretching you open again.

“m’bad, baby,” he murmured between kisses, cock buried to the hilt now. “i’ll pay attention to you now, m’kay?”

by now, you’re too far gone, begging him to keep going, whining to him, “y-yeah, please.. ssseiii—make it worse, wanna feel you drip out of me, want it all messy and gross, I don’t care—!”

“if that’s what you want, angel.” he hums, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. he knew it’d be a hassle to clean up later, but how can he ever refuse you?

[moechies]

before you and nanami started dating, you thought you had him all figured out.

quiet. composed. polite to a fault. the kind of man who holds the door open for strangers and tips too well. the kind of man who never interrupts, never forgets birthdays, never texts past ten unless it’s an emergency.

you thought you knew what kind of lover he’d be. careful. respectful. maybe even a little restrained.

you were so wrong.

because nanami kento is the definition of “gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets.” not the loud kind. not the messy, aggressive kind. he doesn’t degrade. doesn’t spit unless you ask. doesn’t choke unless you beg. and even then, he makes you say please.

but he knows how to ruin you. with quiet control. with devastating precision.

he learns you like a language. reads you like scripture. he notices the smallest things. the shift in your breathing when his hand rests on your thigh, the way your hips tilt slightly when you want more. he catalogs it all. stores it away. and when you’re under him, you feel it. every inch of that studied, focused attention.

he fucks like he’s solving a problem he already knows the answer to. his fingers are experts. his mouth is lethal.

and the worst part? he says the filthiest things in the gentlest tone, like he’s giving a lecture. like it’s all just matter-of-fact.

“you’re soaking,” he’ll murmur, two fingers teasing your entrance. “i’ve barely touched you.”

“there it is,” he’ll say when he finds that spot inside you, the one that makes your back arch and your thighs tremble. “i thought so.” “you can take more, can’t you? i know you can.”

he never loses composure. he doesn’t need to. he’s in control, always. he’ll have you shaking, begging, gripping the sheets like you’re drowning, and he’ll still be fully clothed, sleeves rolled up, watch ticking on his wrist.

he praises you like it’s a prayer. “good girl. just like that.” “you’re being so patient for me.” “look at you. you’re so gorgeous when you fall apart.”

and when he finally fucks you, it’s deep and slow and ruthless in its restraint. like he’s savoring every drag, every clench, every sound you make. he doesn’t just chase his own pleasure. he chases yours. insists on it. he’ll edge you until you’re crying, then kiss the tears from your cheeks and ask, softly, “do you want to cum now?” as if he hasn’t earned the right to decide for you. as if it’s still your choice.

he’ll hold your face in one hand while he pushes into you, thumb resting at your jaw. not to grip. not to control. just to feel you. to anchor you.

you’ve never been so exposed. so undone. and he never rushes. never gets sloppy. even when he’s close, even when he’s quiet and tense and thrusting just a little harder, a little deeper. he still holds your gaze. still whispers, “breathe.” “you’re okay.” “i’ve got you.”

and when it’s over, when you’re limp and dazed and boneless beneath him, he pulls you into his chest and strokes your spine like you’re something delicate. something treasured. he doesn’t gloat. doesn’t tease. he just kisses your forehead and says, “you needed that.” like he planned it. like he’s known for days.

you thought you knew him. but the truth is, nanami’s the kind of man who thanks you after eating you out for half an hour, who ruins you with his hands and then helps you into the shower. he’ll say “may i?” like he’s asking permission to wreck your entire evening. and when you say yes, he will. completely. beautifully. quietly.a freak. but always polite. always in control. always him.

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you ride toji so bad but he doesn’t even care because all he wants is to see his pretty little lady on top ♡ cw photo taking

“fuck darlin.’ pretty little lady, aren’t cha?”

you whine. soft tender hands press against the big of his chest, your manicured nails occasionally digging into the soft skin when his pudgy tip kisses against your cervix. your humping his sore cock, barely able to lift your hips high enough to properly plummet your pussy onto his cock and he can’t feel any of it besides your constant clenches around his cock. your thighs are quivering with a mixture of fervor and pain, clenching down each and everytime you feel toji’s warm balls slap against your ass.

“daddy, please..” you sigh, shaking your head slightly. your eyes roll back slowly, and you don’t even seem to realize the little drip of drool painting your chin. “t—tired, help me…”

he chuckles, shaking his head and you only whine. “no, keep going baby.” he grumbles, left hand coming up to grope at your tit and pinch at your hardened nipple. his right hand reaches behind to fondle at your ass, his touch making your writhe. “no.. n’more.” you whine, too much, you whimper under your breath.

“stop complaining, or i’ll make you ride me right. y’r doin’ terrible, but you’re lucky y’r so damned cute.” his right hand gives your ass a couple of taps filled with warning, making you cry out in frustration.

you do as your told, aimlessly humping his cock until your weak humps turn into useless grinds.

“‘m sorry daddy, c—can’t!” you squeal.

toji simply smiles, tuning out your whines as he admires your plush body, the curvature of your tummy and sweaty flush skin. your panting softly, big doe eyes shamefully looking into his as a silent plead for help. their watery, your eyelashes fluttering to blink your tears away. your bottom lip is swollen from his messy kisses, quivering gently as you sniffle.

you’re gleaming under the soft, warm light coming from the lamp besides him, below on the bedside draw lays a couple polaroids from your date earlier and the pink polaroid camera.

“whatta sight for sore fuckin’ eyes, darlin.’”

you whine, eyes following his left hand reaching at the pastel camera. “let me take a couple pictures baby. jus’ f’me. then i’ll fuck ya right, just like i know ya need it.”

you sniffle, whining in embarrassment but he doesn’t wait for a yes. he presses the button to turn on the camera just as you had taught him a couple months ago, pointing the lens directly at your face, capturing your gleaming tits and torso. out of habit, your left arm covers across your face, “cover y’rself and i can fuckin’ promise you won’t be cummin’ anytime soon.” toji growls, a primal hint in his voice for the very first time tonight. you only whimper, lowering the limb. “there we go. smile, baby.��

and you do, give a cheeky grin with no teeth, arms tightening against your sides to push your tits tight. the flash goes off, and the photo is printing before you can even blink. toji hums, “my good girl. you know what i like hm?”

you do.

toji tugs out the polaroid, placing it on the bedside table.

“lift that ass and let me see that pussy creamin’ round me. last one.” you whine again but obey, using his chest as leverage as you lift yourself onto your knees. a loud shlick elicits from the movement, revealing your clenching pussy around toji’s girth. it’s messy, the way his cum rings around the base of his cock and tacts itself on the fat of your pussy lips. his favorites — his girl and his cunt a mess. a photo of each.

“please…” you whine.

his left thumb comes to spread at your left pussy lip, revealing the tight grip the soft muscle has around him, hugging his cock’s each and every vein. “thereee we go. good girl.” you whimper as the flash goes off again, the lewd photo printing. before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back.

“the fuckin’ woman you are. yer gonna be the death of me. hm?” toji grits. you can’t even process the praise before he’s pummeling his cock balls deep into your pussy, just because he knows how much you love it. ♡

[moechies]

hi babes :,3 summers almost here, so am hoping for more motivation and more ideas to bloom <3 i love all of you guys who have stuck around during this slump ass time and i promise i will b coming back! thank you to all who have messaged or commented any form of support or comfort — you guys do not know how much this really means to me. i love you all <33 DO NOT FORGET ABOUT MEEEEE

[moechies]

WHERE IS SHE?

WHERE DID THEY TOOK HER?

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seeing tumblr use ai for every single cause ever (literally a bouquet?) when they could just search the photo on google is just like. right ur useless 😭😭💔💔💔💔🤦🤦🤦

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twt p link

argggghh the way he holds her hand to keep the toy still is sooo… mean and grudgy :( can just imagine this with toji after he caught you playing around with a stupid little dildo, and since you’re so insistent on pissing him off needing to get off while he’s not around he’ll let you have it ! but… you still have to apologize.. so you can do that with that pretty lil ass of yours ;3

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it’s so sad to realize that i’ve actually lost motivation to write on here despite the abundance of drafts and ideas i have cooped up in my littl brain. literally never thought it would happen but everyday i just spend less and less time on this little app. just can’t find any motivation to execute any of it :,)