Mysta Rias Is So Disgustinf Like He Says He Wore Boxers He Didnt Wash . My Dear God I Am Horny I Wanr

I wanna have a 🍃🍃 sesh with suna

naruto down bad .. NARUTO DOWN SOOO BAD

dont know why ppl accuse us abt spinning everything abt sns as if naruto wasnt literally being eaten by a snake once and thinking “i have to get out so i can see 💘💘💘sasuke💘💘💘 again……..💕…..i have to prove myself to him…”

do u ever think abt kaeya making u his lil breeding puppy.. like .. i know that man is big. EVERYWHERE. big cock, big chest, big thighs n bigbig arms.. he just could choke u if u asked for it and he’d laugh in ur face. hes built so proportionally well- his waist is so pretty u love hugging ur so much taller boyfriend. his hands r bigger tjan urs and everhtime he gropes ur breasts u cant help but whine for him- PLSSS SIZE KINK HELLO KAEYA I KNOW UR BEEFY I KNWO UR BEEFY AS FUCK. FORGET THAT U WEAR A CORSET!1!!11!

saw this one tiktok of scaramouche n venti and im so torn between wanting 2 ruin the both of them or letting them both tease the fuck out of me.. BUT PEGGING THEM SOUNDS BETTER. who would’ve thought that the anemo archon would be in the same position as a fatui harbinger. both boys are flushed red, with venti blindfolded and scaramouche tied to the bed post. you stand to kiss venti on the cheek before pushing him foreward towards scaramouche, resulting with the archon seated in scaramouche’s lap. “let me go, y/n-! you’ll have no idea how much trouble you’ll be in.” you hear the smart mouth growl at you, a laugh leaving your lips. “shut up pipsqueak and make out with venti.” it doesnt take long for both boys to end up making out ferociously, as you obviously watched with your thighs pressed together. oh how cute were the sounds they made. it’s as if they’ve forgotten about their titles and where they stood as enemies of a sort, when they began grinding on each other for friction. now, it’s not like venti could see anything happen, and nor could scaramouche touch the archon anywhere. “you just gonna watch us, y/n? scaramouche tells me you’re not doing as good yourself.” you hear the familiar voice belonging to your boyfriend, and you smile. “i think i’d rather watch you two fuck each other. besides, it’s not like you both havent started.”

🏃🏻‍♀️ i want atsumu2 choke me with his hands !! as he fucks me silly lol.. LIKE DO U EVER JUST FANTASISE ABOUT HIS COCK!! he’d tease u so bad u’ll probably cum from the teasing alone but hes not done n he just keeps teasing ya until ure babbling his name over&over like a dumb toy !!!!!!!

᧔o᧓ comfort .ᐟ

xavier love and deepspace fluff/slight angst! x female reader. comfort fic. reader is in a deep depression. ong this is js based on me. she feels so empty but keeps going like a robot. xavier helps her feel better. i just wrote this for comfort to myself because i havent been feeling well at all.

Xavier didn’t question why today you seemed to crave his touch and attention more than usual. Normally, affection flowed freely between you and your boyfriend, but lately, an unshakable heaviness had settled in your heart, dimming your once vibrant spirit. Despite your unwavering love for Xavier, nurtured and deepened through time, the weight of depression had become an unwelcome companion.

You lounged in the bedroom of your shared apartment, having not left bed since the previous afternoon. Xavier noticed the deterioration, how you stayed awake till morning, slept through the day, and needed reminders to eat. When he checked on you, concern etched in his features, you waved him off with a feeble excuse about needing a break from hunting, urging him to focus on work.

How was he to continue his day knowing the woman he cherished was in pain? He knew better than to pry when you weren’t ready to open up, fearing it might worsen your state. Yet today, when he returned home, you greeted him at the doorway in one of his hoodies and shorts, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Miss you,” you whispered, seeking solace in Xavier’s embrace. He held you tightly, his voice a comforting balm as he asked, “How are you today, my love?” Tears welled in your eyes at his tenderness, and as they spilled over, Xavier gently lifted you into his arms and carried you back to bed.

His murmured reassurances were soft as he laid you down, his hand soothingly rubbing your back. “I’m here. I won’t leave,” he promised, his caring gaze a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. Gratefulness swelled within you for a boyfriend as attentive and loving as Xavier.

Quickly shedding his work clothes for comfort, Xavier slid under the covers beside you. His skilled hands encircled your waist as he drew you close, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. You clung to his scent, fingers tightening on his shirt as if afraid he might vanish. Tears continued to streak your cheeks, each one a testament to the ache in Xavier’s heart. He leaned closer, kissing away your tears, silently urging you to speak.

“Sorry for pushing you away lately,” you finally began, your voice cracking with emotion. Xavier shook his head gently, his thumb brushing away the remnants of tears. “You don’t need to apologise, angel.”

“I feel so lost, Xavi... I don’t understand what I’m feeling... I love you, that hasn’t changed, but I feel drained, empty. I feel like I’m just going through the motions, like a hollow shell. I push you away because I’m terrified of dragging you into this void with me. I feel selfish that you take care of me like this, like some sort of burden.”

Xavier listened quietly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin, his eyes never leaving yours. When you finished, he caressed your hips tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Never feel terrified about ‘dragging’ me anywhere. Whatever you’re going through, I want to be there with you. I love you deeply, and I’ll be patient. If you need space, I’ll give it. If you want me close, I’ll stay. If you want to stay in bed, wear my clothes, I’ll support you every step.”

His eyes held yours with unwavering sincerity, offering you his heart and strength. You hiccupped through a smile, feeling a weight lift as Xavier’s words enveloped you in warmth and security. “I love you,” he whispered again, his touch tender against your tear-streaked face.

“I love you too,” you replied softly, leaning into his touch. Xavier kissed you lovingly, pouring his heart into the moment, promising silently to be your anchor in the storm until the darkness lifted.

“If you feel like a void, let me fill it with everything I have to give,” he murmured against your lips, sealing the vow with a kiss.

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

lord. i cannot stop thinking about luca kaneshiro as the type of bf to do so many things purely accidentally— accidentally pressing you into crazy positions during sex rather than intentionally posing you in embarrassing, compromising, and sometimes humiliating positions. he’s chasing what feels good and he doesn’t even realize that he’s effectively folded you in half in a clumsy, makeshift mating press position until after you two finish— it’s like his instincts completely take over and spur him to drive deeper, faster, and harder into you and so he’s just doing what feels good. he doesn’t intentionally forget condoms or pull the douchebaggy “no the condom won’t fit,” sometimes he just genuinely forgets to put one on because he’s so caught up in kissing you and he’s way too excited to think clearly so things as important as putting on a condom get lost amidst the (admittedly barren and empty) landscape of his mind. and when he forgets to pull out after already forgetting to put a condom on in the first place, it’s not so much an intentional attempt at filling you up and breeding you, it’s him forgetting to pull out because oh you just feel too good and his hips just move on their own like this and that he can’t think about anything, anything at all except you. he’s so easily excitable and accidentally forgetful because it’s so hard to find room for rational thought when all he can think about is how cute you are and how good you feel. at least the accidental creampies feel good!

tw! use of weed, slapping, hints of toxic relationship if u squint

been on suna tiktok lately and im so happy that we all collectively ageed of hc stoner!suna. bc imagine getting high w this man!! he just lights a fuckin blunt in front of u on ur front porch, its late and ur honestly so tired from school. ur bf just stares at u lazily w those hooded and zooted fucking eyes, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a sly smile. the blunt is on his lips and ur eyes travel down, ur throat getting dry. “what’yer lookin’ at?” he mumbles, blowing the smoke in front of ur face and ur coughing. “fuckin- rintaro you asswipe!” you yell, hearing suna laugh at ur response and doing the same action again. “wanna try it, princess?” he asks, passing u the blunt with a smug grin playing on his lips. you dont deny, however u do roll ur eyes before smoking the blunt nd puffing out the smoke towards suna. “holy shit, c’mere.” is all ur boyfriend says before he’s pulling u towards his lap, smoking the blunt bfore he throws it on the ground nd presses his lips to yours. u comply, obviously, arms hung loosely around suna’s neck while his tongue is down ur throat, exhaling the puff of smoke inside ur mouth w/ u pulling away; coughing. “fuck you,” u spat once more in between coughs, slapping suna on the face. “as u wish.” he smirks, pushing u off him as he stood up nd grabbed u by the hair.

scratches brain.. idunno man but aether and venti in skirts has my mind running thoughtS HNNNFMRMFMDMD