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୨୧﹕fem!reader, ichigo teaching shy gf how to ride

he’s sitting on his bed, legs spread wide, back against the wall, shirt long gone, sweatpants shoved low on his hips, and his cock’s standing tall and thick against his abs—veiny, flushed, leaking like it’s been dying for your pussy all damn day.

and you’re hovering over it, naked, trembling, shy fingers clutching his broad shoulders, your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips.

“relax,” ichigo murmurs, voice low, calm, coaxing, even as his cock jerks between you, impatient. “i got you.”

you nod, biting your lip, but the nerves are eating you alive.

it’s not that you don’t want this. you do. you want to ride him. want to feel him deep and hot inside you, want to look down and see that cock disappearing into your cunt while his hands roam your body. you just… don’t know how. every time you try to lower yourself onto him, your thighs shake, your body hesitates, and you whimper like you’re about to break.

“baby,” he says, and you glance at him. his amber eyes soften. “you don’t need to rush. we’re not making a porno. we’re just making you feel good.”

your heart thuds in your chest, and you nod again.

his hands slide up your thighs—warm, strong—and settle on your hips. he guides you, gently, lifting you a little higher, the thick head of his cock rubbing against your soaked slit. you gasp, thighs tensing, but he just shushes you.

“feel that?” he murmurs. “that’s just me. just your boyfriend. you’re already so wet for me, baby. you’re perfect.”

you moan as he rocks his hips just a little, nudging the blunt crown of his cock against your entrance.

“c’mon, slow,” he whispers. “start with just the tip. you don’t have to take it all right away. i’ll hold you the whole time.”

you take a shaky breath, exhale, and start to sink.

it’s hot. thick. stretching.

your pussy swallows him inch by slow inch, and your breath catches, your head tilts back, mouth falling open with a soft, desperate moan.

“f-fuck—s’big—ichigo—”

“i know, i know,” he grits, jaw clenched, holding still, hands gripping your hips like you’re the last thing tethering him to earth. “take your time. just like that, baby. you’re doing so fucking good.”

you gasp, thighs trembling, nails digging into his shoulders as you ease lower, every second feeling impossibly fuller, tighter, more split-open than before.

he’s watching you. watching your face twist, watching your lips part, your lashes flutter, your body struggle and adapt. his cock twitches inside you, and he groans deep in his throat.

“god, you’re so tight,” he growls, almost reverent. “you were made for this—made for me. look at you. riding me for the first time like a good girl.”

that heat coils low in your belly, shame and arousal mixing until it’s molten. you bite your lip, whimpering, and finally—finally—your ass meets his thighs.

you’re fully seated. stretched around his cock. full to the fucking brim.

ichigo’s breath shudders out. “holy shit…”

you cling to him, hips twitching, thighs burning from the effort of holding still.

“i-it’s so much,” you whisper.

“i know, baby. but you took it all. i’m so proud of you,” he murmurs, kissing your throat, your jaw, your cheek. “now move for me. just a little. grind on me. you don’t have to bounce yet. just roll those pretty hips.”

you nod, slowly tilting your pelvis. the sensation punches the breath out of you. his cock drags against your walls, heavy, pulsing, rubbing just right against that spot that makes your legs shake.

you do it again.

“f-fuck—feels good,” you whisper, eyes wide, dizzy.

“yeah?” he growls, hands flexing on your hips. “show me. ride me, baby. let go.”

you find a rhythm. a soft grind, back and forth, your clit brushing his abs, his cock stroking your walls. your moans spill out uncontrolled now, head tossed back, tits bouncing gently with every movement.

“good girl,” he pants. “fuck—you’re so sexy like this. bouncing on my cock, dripping down my balls, riding me like i’m yours.”

you start to lift—up, then drop. his cock drives in deep, and you yelp.

“again,” he commands, eyes dark, hungry.

you obey. a shallow bounce. another. the wet slap of your pussy against his thighs starts to pick up, louder, filthier, and ichigo’s groaning now, head falling back against the wall.

“that’s it, ride me. just like that. you’re so fucking hot—bouncing that tight cunt on me, fuck—”

you’re whimpering, rocking, bouncing harder now, thighs burning, every nerve on fire as his cock pistons into you from below with every drop of your hips.

“you’re doing so good, baby. gonna make yourself cum riding this cock, huh?”

you nod frantically, hips slamming down again and again, and the coil inside you snaps. you scream, body seizing, walls fluttering tight around him.

ichigo loses it.

he grabs your ass, lifts you slightly, then slams you down as he thrusts up into you—once, twice, three brutal times—

and he cums.

hot. deep. flooding you with thick, heavy spurts that make your walls spasm again from the heat alone.

you collapse against him, shivering, twitching, cum dripping down your thighs.

he holds you. kisses your hair.

“i love you,” he whispers, breathless and grinning.

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oh my god #needthat

୨୧﹕fem!reader, meg trying to find ur gspot

megumi’s fucking relentless when he wants to be.

you didn’t expect it—not from him. cool, quiet, closed-off. the kind of guy who mumbles through compliments, blushes if you so much as kiss his neck. but now? now he’s behind you on the bed, hands tight on your hips, chest damp with sweat, cock driving into your cunt at angles so precise it’s like he’s mapping you out with surgical intent.

except he hasn’t hit it yet.

he’s trying.

you can feel it in the way he keeps adjusting—sliding one knee forward, shifting your legs apart, reaching up to cup your tit while his other hand angles your hips higher. every thrust is different. measured. focused. calculated. he’s testing your body like a theory, chasing something he knows is there.

but you’re dazed.

whimpering, breathless, soaked and shaking, confused as fuck because every time you think he’s found it—fuck—he misses by a hair. it’s so close. the pleasure is blinding, but something inside is pulsing, begging, like a button he just hasn’t pushed yet.

he groans low behind you, voice hoarse and frustrated. “it’s in here,” he pants, like he’s talking to himself more than you. “i know it is—fuck, why can’t i—”

you mewl his name, back arching, your hands clawing at the sheets. “m-megumi, what—what’re you—f-fuck—”

“trying something,” he growls, and then—

then he grabs your hips, strong and firm, and lifts them slightly, angling your ass higher, tipping your pelvis up, bringing your cunt closer to him, tighter. he shifts forward, sinks deeper—

and hits it.

“fuck—!”

you scream. not a cute moan. not a gasp. a full-bodied, throat-shredding scream as your body convulses. your hands slap the mattress. your legs kick. your mouth falls open with a sob as something detonates inside you, pressure exploding.

then you squirt.

not a little trickle. not some delicate drip.

it gushes—loud, wet, uncontrollable—as megumi’s cock hits your g-spot dead-on and stays there, grinding into it while his grip on your hips keeps you locked in place.

his eyes widen, blown black, and he chokes out a groan that sounds like it’s dragged from the bottom of his lungs. “holy fuck—” his cock twitches hard inside you. “you—fucking squirted—”

you can’t speak. your voice is gone. your entire body is shaking, twitching under him, cunt spasming uncontrollably around his cock as slick pours out of you, soaking his thighs, the bed, everything.

“shit,” he pants, hips slamming forward again—same angle, same brutal grind—and you scream again, body lurching, nails digging into the mattress.

“you like that?” he hisses, his rhythm suddenly unhinged, frantic, chasing that spot with every thrust now. “that’s it, right there—fuck, i found it—look at you, fucking soaking me—”

“c-can’t—too much—megumi—!”

he doesn’t stop. not when you gush again, not when you sob and scream, not even when your legs shake like they might give out from under you. he holds you up, keeps that perfect angle, pounds your g-spot like it’s his fucking mission.

“you’re gonna cum like this,” he growls. “you’re gonna squirt all over me again. i want it. need it. give it to me.”

you break.

you cum harder than you ever have in your life, squirting again with a scream as your body collapses under him, mind blank, voice wrecked, thighs sticky and trembling.

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Xavier deserves more love.

There! I said it!

The man has loved mc for three life times now, made a deal with the devil (Ever), traveled across time and space, moved planets, lived on Earth for a few hundred years to save / find her, and prevent catastrophe from happening to her, fuck even saving her as Lumiere when she was young.

She is the only one that sees him as himself. As Xavier.

He is kind, and comfortable, and selfless. He deals with immense survivors guilt and loves so deeply.

We talk about Rafayel and Caleb being the yearners and clingers. But have you seen Xavier? He is clingy as fuck, and wants nothing but her. Nothing.

Some fun things I love about him, he has one of the biggest appetites but cannot cook for shit. He is unironically hilarious, when he starts telling his little horror stories or ghost stories trying to scare MC, it’s so funny.

I feel like he gets overlooked so often, partially because he’s not as showy as the rest of LIs. I’m sure some might see him as boring, but he is safe. His relationship with MC is one of closest she has, aside from Caleb. They’re neighbours, and colleagues, and best friends. He is deeply ingrained in her life, and a foundational pilar of support for her.

Put some respect on his name.

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cw: female reader, female anatomy described, penetrative sex, spooning position, bodily fluids, clitoral stimulation, explicit language, biting, slow mornings with him, 1k of filth, mdni

Soft, hazy morning sex with him.

You’re both exhausted. He just settled in from an arduous night. You’re waking up to begin a grueling day without him. No telling when your schedules will align like this again.

He’s thick, long, and throbbing between your thighs. Blisteringly heavy, pushing through your labia to coat his shaft with your slick with each rock of your hips. His arms tighten around your torso. Forehead drops into the pocket of your shoulder. He groans something barely there through gritted teeth as he rolls his pelvis to match the maddening tempo of yours.

He apologized when consciousness first came toddling in for being hard, pressed up against your back as he spooned you.

You smiled. Told him it was fine as you soothingly stroked over his hand on your belly.

It’s not like he could help something as natural as morning wood. And it worsened things because everything about you turned him on.

So, here you are—moving against each other like a well-oiled machine, stoking that sparkling flame in your gut. Your breath hastens each time the flared head of his cock bumps your clit.

He’s got your nipples between his fingers, tugging, rolling, tweaking, stroking. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder to muffle those pretty sounds, hair tickling your neck, breath hot and ragged against your skin.

The head of his cock prods the pucker of your cunt on one particular undulation, and you both sigh at the wonderful friction. The threat of an impending union.

It’s obscene, the sticky sound your cunt makes when he draws himself out, before prodding your opening again. This time, he pushes a little deeper until his head’s fully submerged in the molten clench of your sex, and it’s an ego boost when his hips shake like that, voice trembling as if he’s fighting not to bully his way further in.

You do that for him, canting your hips back just right as he rocks forward with another thrust. This time, he’s pushed deeper, and you wholly suck him into your shuddering walls. The sound he lets out prickles your toes. Strokes your pride, swirls in your gut, his voice strained with the effort of feeding his cock into you.

You lie there, motionless, fastened together, while he tries to catch his breath, and you adjust to the intrusion. You swivel your hips once you’ve reacquainted yourself with his size, bearing down on him, wordlessly spurring him to move.

And he does just that, rolling and notching up against you, the vulgar squelches of your unification salting the quiet, gold-tinged atmosphere of your bedroom, intermingled with that of your pleasured voices—yours high and light, his dark, raspy, and crooning.

His arms are locked tight around your body, anchoring you to him as he fucks you. Lazy, slow-weighted, tortuous. He nips your ear, murmuring obscenities into it. Drags his mouth down, littering your neck with praise, grunts, breaths, open-mouthed kisses. He fills you wholly, ruining you for anyone else. Molding you to the shape of him, drawing pretty keens from trembling lips.

He slips his hand between your thighs, fingers sifting through your folds to find the thick throb of your clit, and he strokes it in methodical arcs, heightening your pleasure, that wash of color, that pulse of sensation.

He fucks into you in tandem with the stride of his fingers. Whispers how gorgeous you are. How deep you take him. How sexy you sound as he claims you, over and over and over again.

At some point during your delicious, maddening dance, he rolls onto his back, taking you with him. And he’s got you wide and slick on top, stroking your clit, your feet propped on his quads as he languidly and stickily thrusts up into you.

He’s taken a liking to your throat, biting, marking, dragging his tongue over welting skin to ease the burn. You’re both sweating, panting. You’re rolling your pelvis to match the ruck of his hips, to chase the scrawl of his fingers. Gripping his thighs, nails printing waning moons into his flesh, chasing that rush. That sluggish push towards the slurry edge of a waterfall.

Coupled with his doting voice, his tender instruction, praise, the slow grind of his cock, and the press of his fingers on your swelling clump of nerves, you cum.

Pressure uncoils, slowly undoing itself like a spider unwinding its prey from its web. You cum hard, lazy, blinding, his name a supplication on your lips, a kaleidoscope of colors dancing behind your shuttered lids. 

He draws his fingers away from between your thighs as you begin your descent, still nestled deep inside you, the cadence of his hips a little quicker. Choppier as he chases his own ascent, fingers tight on your hip. His hand is a warm, comforting pressure over your belly, pressing down as he pushes deep, and had you not already been swimming in your skin, you could’ve cum again.

With a shaky breath in, biting into the slope of your shoulder, and a shuddering growl muffled by your skin, he cums. Hard, twitching, eye-rolling, toe-curling, coating the soft webbing of your cunt with scorching spurts of white.

You turn your head as your breaths even, as you both settle into your skin, meeting him for a kiss. You laugh between each sticky grind of your lips, youthful, enamored, and he slowly softens inside you, palms worshipful as they stroke over your body, as he pushes the sweetest compliments of all into your mouth with each swipe of his tongue.

You ended up being late for work after he tickled you into submission. After your laughter kissed the air, died down to make way for tender conversation, and he’d drawn you back into the safe circle of his arms, sighing like a contented feline into the hollow of your neck before sinking below the surface of consciousness.

The write-up was worth it if it meant spending a little more time savoring the slow creep of the morning with the love of your life.

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spot on sis!!!! this was literally the thought of one of my tweet and I got jumped lol

obsessive book dark!romance girlies need to stay away from him

sylus MAKES LOVE to you and you cannot convince me otherwise! my passionate missionary king!!!!!

yes he has his freaky bdsm moments, but 80% of the time its love making. slow kisses, deep, languid thrusts, his large hands warm and firm around your hips and thighs. hes so so into slow sex, letting it draw out for as long as he can. because yes he does indeed LOVE teasing, but he also loves to worship you.

sylus loves smothering you into the bed, loves being so touchy and needy!! hc that he doesnr rlly like doggy because you’re so far from him :( ..though he does like the view and seeing you bite into the pillow!

im just rambling atp but i love slow, passionate sex king sylus as well as kinky bdsm freaky king sylus!

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Spa day for both of us🫵😾

and for the kids too

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☆🌟Twinkle Twinkle🌟☆

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whoever made this thank you 100x made my day

— video is not mine —

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such a good ass like LET ME BITE IT LETLEMTOETMEEEEELETMET

he’s got such a perky butt how does he walk around with all of that

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Cat butler Xavier 🐈

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Ain’t no way we didn’t grab Xavier’s dick in his card bro ain’t no way he literally guided our hand right to it.

If this game was 18+ (like it should be) they would’ve added him throwing his head back in pleasure

tell me I’m wrong

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help I need this man

🔞 MDNI || Thinking about Rafayel being so noisy and loud during the deed is making me go crazy.

Even small touches have him moaning, but full blown sex would make him so goddamn loud and whimpery. He literally can't help it. You feel so good. Too good. Its actually surreal that youre even letting him make love to you at all.

He's got goosebumps running up and down his arms with every kiss you press on his neck. His grip is tighter everytime you grind against him.

100% he's moaning your name and holy fuck does it sound desperate and deprived. His moans getting a bit pitched when you praise him. Because oh my god does he have a praise kink. Like, actual 'kink' territory. And you know you have to exploit it to make him so needy and whiny sounding. Devolving him into a pathetic (affectionate) mess.

You getting on top, riding him so he can watch just sends Rafayel into orbit. He drinks in the sight of you, his heart hammering away while he makes every pleasure noise there is. His eyes dark and broody, lustful bedroom eyes. He's not even ashamed of the sounds he makes. (not until morning when he recalls it, that is).

Of course, he can be in charge, in control from the start. But tonight he's needing some TLC, some extra affection from you, some physical proof that your promise to stay with him still stands. And it makes him weak when you do prove it, over and over again with your body and your words.

His hands on you, his hands all over you, and fuck, he's trembling. Its just a result of him being on that knifes edge of release for so goddamn long. But he holds back, he doesn't want to cum first. You have to go first, he has to know he made you feel good before he can relax and let go.

You absolutely could not hook-up with him while others were nearby. They'd hear him immediately and the two of you would be caught.

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🐦‍⬛

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someone on my discord said if you pull while going pspspspsps they might come home

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fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

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His hungry, needy, lustful gaze has me by the throat.

I’d like to thank myself for the meal I provided☝️

the food here ENJOY👹👹👹

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love when Xavier’s EN VA does this sort of deep, abraded voice 😩🤌