˚₊‧꒰ა Mayy ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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I, firstly, wanted to give a big thank you to Anon for bringing this to my attention. Without attentive people like you I definitely wouldn’t have seen this!

Secondly, I wanted to make this post and warn other writers about accounts like these. Taking a look at their work, it seems like they do this often to many different writers in the jjk fandom.

I think this account is a bot, as the wrk the steal all seems to link to another site. Likely one that can steal your information if you visit it.

Vincent, your Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid, who loves to fiddle with his fingers.

He’s relentless, moving his hands and rolling his wrist once he’s focused on something. His ears twitch too, curling over his piercing eyes as he leans onto the couch of your shared apartment.

Vincent is absolutely handsy. While you’re spread out on his lap, legs locked over the tops of his and hooked around his calf’s and you back meeting his solid chest, he’ll be groping at your thighs.

His slender hands usually hold you like you’re porcelain. Something easily broken underneath the weight of his obsession. But when Vincent's distracted, it's like his true colors bubble to the surface.

He'll dig his chipped nails into the skin, marking you like the possessive hybrid he was born to be. You jump at the sensation as he runs his other hand up and down your stomach. However, his attention is focused on the T.V. as it radiates a color that frames his tired face beautifully.

He smooths his fingers over your flesh before running them closer to your now glistening cunt, wet from his distracted ministrations.

Eventually his middle and ring fingers connect in the middle of your soaked panties. He runs the pads of his fingertips up and down, teasing you all while he pays no attention to his sensitive girlfriend.

The ball of Vincent's palm comes down on your clit, grinding into it at the perfect weight. You’ve never felt him position himself so well when his attention was on you.

Your back arches, curving unnaturally at the unexpected pleasure he provides. His head comes down to stabilize your shoulder, dragging you back with his chin.

The bracelets on his wrist jingle with every movement. The cold metal gently scrapping against the lips of your gooey cunt through soaked fabric.

Vincent's ears twitch down, the tips of hybrid ears poking the top of your head. They beat against your scalp like he’s subconsciously telling you to enjoy yourself.

His pink tongue peeks out from between his chapped lips, the little metal ball rolling on your skin as he begins to lick the length of your jaw. Vincent always loves to get a taste of you.

“Good movie.” Your boyfriend mumbles, tightening his grip on you while you squirm in his lap. “Very good.”

Wait! This content contains: An Animalistic Nanami, Breeding, Married life, P w/o Plot, Probably ooc, slight obsessive behavior, Nicknames, Mentions of Somnophilia, Penetration, Slight Suffocation, Not Proofread.

“Gon’ make you a— hah— a mommy, sweet girl.”

“Oh— let me.”

You stepped down from your tippytoes, watching over your shoulder as a much taller man reached above you to grab the heavy box you were hopelessly reaching for.

You smiled, watching him snatch it from the shelf with one hand to give it to you. “Thanks.” The words left your lips automatically.

His eyes widen at the sound of your voice, tossing his head to the side to gaze at you. You were beautiful. Absolutely jaw-dropping beautiful. And the way you spoke, light and airy like you hadn’t a bad day in your life almost sent him tumbling to his knees.

“That looked heavy! You’re pretty strong.” You complimented before turning back to your cart and heaving the box into the caged basket.

And you were about to leave, to put this ordinary situation behind you, before you heard his shy voice call out to you like a siren.

“You—your boobs look heavy… can carry those too…”

You almost missed the last part, but the word of your chest made you snap your neck around to face the odd man.

You watched him realize what he said, and seemingly cringe at his choice of words with the way he paled so fast. A rosy tint brushed his cheeks.

“Excuse me?” You ask, jerking away from as clenched his fist against his black jeans.

“I— I just… I’m sorry, fuck, im so sorry.” The pervert whimpered his nose scrunching and bringing up the black line across his face.

His pale hands were brought up to his eyes as he pressed the balls of his hands into his face.

He was cute… maybe some tape on his mouth would do him some good, but he was definitely cute.

A smirk graced your lips at the thought. Maybe you should be the one to put the tape on him. Your fingers twitched at the thought.

You brought your arm up, hooking your fingers under his chin as he brought his arms down to his sides. His brown eyes were wide, shinning beneath the artificial light of whatever grocery store you were at.

You stepped back and his feet moved in sync. To any passerby you’d look like a succubus chanting her next victim. Maybe you were.

He huffed a breath of air as you took him to the tape aisle, a smirk twitching at his lips.

Your Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend is a big ol’ softie.

He definitely looks scary, with that dark eyeliner and silky white fringe, but he cuddles up to you like there’s no tomorrow. Your warmth makes him feel complete.

He’ll wrap you up in strong arms, chains and spikes that dab his forearm— in the name of fashion, of course— poke at your skin. “Sorry, sweetcheeks.” He’ll whine as he cuddles up closer to your stomach. “‘Ure jus too addictive”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who is quick to thump his foot against the ground and pin his ears to his head if he sees any guy with you, especially someone he hasn’t met.

He’ll stroll on by and wrap a gentle arm around your middle, a snide smile grazing his lips as a fire lingers in his dark eyelined eye.

“Got a new friend? How cute.” Your boyfriend will curve his mouth into the dip on your neck. “Why don’t cha’ introduce me?”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who will occasionally surprise you with a new piercing. He’ll spread your legs, diving deep into your pussy as you wail and tug at his ears.

Until you feel something new.

He’ll notice your slight hesitation and chuckle to himself. “Feelin’ something new?” His words vibrating against your perky clit.

Then his head raises, and out rolls his pink tongue with a pretty little silver ball dead center.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who stalked you for a long time before you first met.

Just the thrill of being outside your bedroom window, watching your chest rise and fall as you slept made him jitter with excitement. His cock couldn’t help but spring up in his skinny jeans!

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who keeps a photo of you in his wallet. Black and leather, cold with a dangling chain on it. However, on the inside, decorated with a warm photo you claim to hate. For no reason, might he add.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who bites you. His teeth aren’t sharp, quite flat actually, so your pain isn’t exactly what he’s after. Instead, the claim he has on you, letting every other hybrid know that you’re his gets him off.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who fingers you just to see his chipped fingernails work their way through your walls.

“Ya’ like that? Ohh yes you do. Look at cha’ squirm, doll.” He’d tease, going all the more deeper just to get under your skin.

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend with a sleeper build. He’s tall and skinny at first glance, something you could snap like a pencil.

But at midnight, when the moons aglow and your bedroom is lit up, he’ll have his arms around you in a chokehold.

Pounding away at your tight cunt, lengthy tip prodding at your cervix he’ll squeeze his arm just a little bit tighter, crushing your neck between pale biceps.

“Fuckin’ like that? Little slut. No one can fuck you like this but me. You aren’t gonna leave? Are ya?”

Yandere!Bunny!Hybrid Boyfriend who lets you play with his ears no matter how much it makes him squirm.

He loves to be taken care of, as much as he loves to take care of you. The thought of you running your fingers through silky snow hair makes him blush. A deep red that spreads like a wildfire on his face.

“Don’t stop lovin’ on me, kay? Even when we’re old and grey.”

I’m soo sorry this took forever ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

Also you're so sweet?! And your writing is gorgeous ugh I'm in LOVE with how you write Satoru <3

CW ┆Threesome, Rough Sex, Soft Sex, Aftercare, Oral, Fluff, Requested!

It generally depends on the day and what mood they’re in but they can be so mean.

Mocking you during sex, rutting into your walls and pinching at your achy nipples, a night between them can be total hell.

But, on the other hand, it can 100% be sweet and gentle too.

Just two men taking care of their pretty girl. You’ll be full of delicious cock while sucking on another one, mapping out the veins on Curt while Rod makes sure you’ll never forget get him.

Marking is big with Rod too. A bite here and a few scratches along his back would get him so riled up. He’d probably cum in his pants if you sat on his lap and bit up his neck. (Don’t do it, Curt will give him HELL.)

You’d be eaten out like there’s no tomorrow. Licked and sucked and tounged down so hard you’ll want to stay in bed for the rest of the day.

Curt and Rod love to fuck you around early morning. The sun peaking over the grassy horizon and the windows not doing much to keep light outside of your dark bedroom. It makes for a perfect atmosphere.

And aftercare is an art form in itself. Whatever you want is brought to you with you even needing to peep a word. They can just tell.

Their hands would be all over you always if you’d let them. Early in the morning you be face to face with a sleepy Rod, his hand low on the back of your thigh. Behind you, a snoring Curt would have his legs tucked close to yours with a warm palm on your hips.

Curt loooveesss to put his full weight on you. When you’re watching tv, curled beneath a blanket and remote in jeans, he’ll plop ontop of you. You’d be totally trapped (but you don’t really mind)

They’re so sweet to you. You’re their girl, and they treat you like you hung the stars. Because in their eyes, you might as well have.

In Which... Your newborn does the impossible... she makes Sukuna cry.

Mayy Says: A part two to one of my well-liked drabbels!

Part one Part two

The only time you’ve seen Sukuna cry is when you gave birth to your daughter.

She’s tiny, bundled up in a pretty blue star blanket that Yuji, her cousin, picked out for her during the baby shower.

Her nose is scrunched up, eyes tightly shut as she wiggles around in Sukuna’s giant, bulky arms. She looks tiny compared to her father, she is tiny.

Your daughter’s arms move beneath her tightly wrapped blanket, half-heartily trying to break free of her soft confinement. She’s already so much like your husband.

Two sets of colored eyes, whether they’re yours or his you’d have to wait to see, strands of bubblegum pink hair sprouting from atop her otherwise bald head, and two pairs of arms trapped against her sides.

Sukuna has a thumb on her head, his fourth arm leaning on the headboard of your hospital bed. The pad of his finger rubbing across the thin pink strands of hair that resemble her dad.

All-in-all, she looks more like his daughter than yours.

“She… looks like me.” He murmurs, eyes half lidded as she squirms in his arms. “Her features are mine.”

You chuckled, body drooping with exhaustion onto the white sheets of the uncomfortable bed beneath you. “Yeah, I wonder why.” Your head nodded to the side.

Sukuna didn’t raise his head to glare your way, but his piercing eyes flickered to your tired face. “Sleep, wife.” He commanded, dropping his arm from atop the headboard to graze along the slope of your nose. “I’ll— we,” he looked at his newborn, “we will be here.”

Your husband’s reassurance lulled you to sleep, head falling heavily against the white pillow of your hospital bed. You could barely hear Sukuna’s coos as you were swept away into slumber.

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the soft humming Sukuna was producing deep in his throat. A scratchy, unusual sound no one else but his family could hear.

The first thing you saw when you woke up was Sukuna gazing at your baby, and the clear tears that were staining his cheeks. Whether he didn’t know he was producing them, or he just didn’t care, they were unwiped.

Sukuna never cried. Ever. So seeing him so soft, out of his comfort zone and holding a life so fragile between his beefy arms, made you realize something.

This was for the best.

CHOSO who's a perverted stalker... with a gift for you.

Part One, Part Two

When a soft brown teddy bear showed up at your door, Choso figured you’d throw it away immediately.

‘Probably from some creep.’ He thought you’d say, tossing in over your bare shoulder as you proceed back into the depths of your house. And you wouldn’t be wrong.

But that’s not what happened.

Instead you picked it up, looked at its beady eyes and soft fur for a while, and hugged it close to your chest. It’s tuffs of it’s beige coat tickled at your neck.

The look of glee was evident on your face as you tossed your head left and right to look for the secret admirer that left this cutie on your doorstep.

You had coincidentally placed the teddy on your bed, not even realizing the camera hidden deep in its plastic eye zoom into your cleavage once you started to fix the little bow tie beneath its muzzle.

It was just too cute. And one rare piece of your collection you hadn’t yet found— your admirer knows you too well!

Well, imagine Choso’s shock once he checks in to the live feed, fully imagining you on your phone or picking an outfit for tomorrow, only to see you knuckle deep in your pussy.

Well that’s what he thought. The tiny camera only caught the look of utter bliss as you dug the thing deeper into you. Maybe you were using a dildo, or a vibrator, or better yet something multipurpose.

That look of utter relief filling your face, putting sweat along the lines of your brow and your mouth wide open to let your pretty moans out, made Choso reach a hand into his drawer.

Out he pulled a fleshlight. One that he could only imagine felt as soft as your skin.

He rubbed the slit over his tip, eyes clenched and teeth grinding together at the sensation. Before plunging his lengthy cock into the pocket.

Choso yelped, bucking his hips as he began to steady the pace of the up and down motion he offered— one that he thought you’d might enjoy.

Oh he was nasty for doing this. He knew this feeling all too well. But, at least he knew he was gross, so maybe that makes him a little less gross?

He peaked an eye open, watching the monitor as you began to tear up. Whatever you were doing must’ve felt good. Really good. Hopefully he can live up to it on your third date.

Third date. Goodness, he could already imagine.

Choso had it all planned out, the life he imagined was perfect. Not too fast, not too slow, just the sweet spot he’d know you’d comply with. You would first make love on the third date, because Choso doesn’t just mindlessly fuck— not with someone like you.

Then, he would breed you. Your ass stuck in the air as his tip knocked against your walls. You’d be so blissed out you wouldn’t even feel the cum filling you up. Oh, that would be amazing.

Then you’d have no one else to turn to! You’d have to marry him. The diamond ring he had stashed away in his other desk drawer would look beautiful on you— he already knows! If he got anything else but your panties away from that sneak in last night, it would be the early sight of the ring on your finger.

Choso’s sure you’ll be happy, but that isn’t his top priority. As long as you’re together forever, you better be happy!

The thought of you, round and fulfilled with a baby in your stomach and a rock on your finger made him twitch. Once, twice, three times before cum shot out and deep into his pocket pussy.

Perfect timing too, considering he rolled his heavy head back to the live footage and saw you with your eyes in the back of your skull and drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. You two came at the same time.

You’re already in sync.

Yeah, your life will be perfect with him.

Two Much!

➜ IN WHICH... Toru hasn’t been giving you enough attention lately. Oh well, you’re lucky he’s got a cute twin.

★ CW: Cheating (M Receiving), Faux Promises, Slight Angst, Rough Sex, Degradation, Praise, Mostly Nerdjo, Getting Caught, An array of pet names, Amateur Nerdjo, The Gojo Twins both want you

Satoru - Nerdjo

Toru - Fratjo

Toru, your boyfriend of a few months, hadn’t shown up again.

It wasn’t unusual, of course not. Between his frat brothers, low grades, and his medium wage job, he rarely had time for you.

But he promised. You could hear him now, dripping over your naked body and your legs pinned over his shoulders, “I’ll treat you right, baby.” He’d say, “Come out with me, my treat.”

The way he’d thrust into you would send you into an early grave happily. His hips harsh against your plump ass.

But he didn’t show up. You’d been waiting here for thirty minutes. No matter how good the sex was, you couldn’t stand to be treated like this.

You got up with a huff, pulling down your ridiculously tight dress and heading off into the night, a few dollar bills left on the table as your presence’s proof.

Your heels clicked against the pavement, the little noise expressing your rage. Passerby’s looked you over, glancing at your ugly scowl. You knew exactly where you were going.

Toru's house. Not to see him, but to see his twin.

Satoru

The lanky, snow-white haired, pierced male had a twin. You were surprised you hadn’t connected the dots before, honestly, but you could be a little dumb sometimes.

He was tall too, skinny and white-haired just like his brother. But he had glasses, some acne littering his face, and hopefully, a heart.

You’d see him around school sometimes, always hunched over like he was carrying the world on his shoulders and his textbooks in his hands. He looked pathetic.

So you’re surprised at how mean he really his.

Behind thick rims and glass, his brows pinched and he looked at you with electric blue eyes you’re used to seeing in someone else.

“You can take it, fucking slut, got bored of my brother? Had to come to me?” He whispered dirty words in to your ear, breath caressing your lobes hotly. “Don’t you worry baby, Satoru's gonna treat you gooood.”

His pink tip pounded past your tight walls, making you squirm with every ungodly thrust. He fucked like Toru talked. Mean.

Satoru was less of a nerd and more of a bully with the way his hips slapped against your ass, balls beating you so hard you’re surprised you haven’t started bruising.

“Pretty thing, even prettier pussy— fuck— huh, sweet girl?”

Drool dropped past his mouth, pink lips shinning with his saliva. Satoru was messy and dirty and disgusting. And you loved it.

“Mmph— please, please! Satoru hah!” You muttered before his mouth slapped onto yours. His tongue grazed yours as his teeth tugged on your pink muscle.

“Shut up— shut up!” Satoru's eyes clenched shut, relishing in the feeling of your cervix tapping against his tip. His hands clutched at the fat of your thigh, pinching you like he was punishing you.

He lifted your legs to fall over his shoulders, caging him against your body as your heels dripped into his toned back.

How he was so muscular, you didn’t know. Judging by his intense collection of digimon, silly anime poster strung on his walls with tape, and the piles of homework he was doing before you interrupted him, Satoru shouldn’t have time to go to the gym.

But he did. And if he had time for that, maybe he’d have time for you.

You clutched at the sheets beneath you, feeling your orgasm slowly build up the more Satoru moved. His hand went down to rub at your perky bud feverishly.

“Haaah!— Sat—!” You could barely speak, your voice coming out in gentle huffs and loud whimpers. Satoru was animalistic and desperate to make you cum.

“Cum. C’mon, baby, show me whatcha— nghh, slut— whatcha got!” He smirked agaisnt your neck, littering you with his claim as if his brother wasn’t your boyfriend.

“He wasn’t cutting it for ya, baby. But I am— hah!— I am… aren’t I?” His sentences became sloppy. His structured insults and deep, guttural groans falling beneath the weight of pleasure.

Your hips snapped up when you came, making Satoru's tip hit that spongy spot in your cunt. His fingers worked wonders on your clit, and swore you could feel him shoot dirty white ropes of cum into you.

Maybe you should’ve gotten a condom.

Satoru's voice went high against your throat, the rumble vibrating your neck and making you squirm even more.

He chuckled, basking in the afterglow as he slowly lowered himself to lay next to you. A soft kiss to your collar bone the only thing in his wake.

“You’re… mean.” You address Satoru. He glances over with a soft nod, glasses fogged against his nose. “Sorry, I— uh— don’t have a lot of experience. Thought you’d like it.”

You smiled. “I did.”

You both laid in silence, hands brushing together with every breath. He certainly wasn’t Toru, but you didn’t mind. You love to explore.

Your eyes drooped, cum still spilling out between your legs but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered was Satoru.

Well, until Toru busted the door open.

“What the fuck?!”

Thanks for the request and kind words!!! Hope you enjoy!

Kitty, Kitty!

➜ IN WHICH... You and Timothy have been getting cozy, and you plan to surprise him.

ᵎ!ᵎ CW: AFAB Reader, Lingerie, Munch!Timothy, Oral, Slight Mirror-play, Possible occ, Not proofread!

Timothy and you had been getting… cozy lately.

Everyone knew it, everyone saw it. The way you two cuddled up together, watching tv and playing with eachother’s hair. The way you’d twirling your fingers around his soft tail. How your hands always seemed to be touching in some way.

What they didn’t see, however, is how you dress for him.

The lingerie hugged you tight, holding your curves so comfortably, it felt like Timothy was cradling your gorgeous breasts.

The cloth did nothing to cover up your most sensitive spots, and you’re banking on Timothy taking advantage of that.

The mirror shone against the moonlight that peaked through the window, reflecting your confidence and making you glow bright than ever. You looked perfect.

You saw the door creak open before you heard it, watching Timothy’s yellow eyes flick from the floor, to your face, then to your body.

His pupils dilated, eyes widening and his ears slowly going flat against his black hair.

You watched as his face went through a range of emotions, as if he didn’t know haw to react.

First his tail stopped swishing behind him, disturbing the air behind him with an emotion he struggled to comprehend.

Then, with his eyebrows raised and a smirk twitching at his lip, he looked happy.

Finally, his teeth bared. Canines sharp and glinting beneath the window’s moon. His nose scrunched as his pupils turned to slit.

“Oh, oh sweet thing.” Timothy purred, grin stretching across his face. His true cat-like personality was exposed from beneath those bow ties and time watches. His fingers twitching at his side.

He took a few steps closer, long strides making it easy to push you against the mirror. The coldness of the reflective glass made shivers run down your back.

You felt Timothy’s usually smooth tail wrap around your ankle, but this time it was puffed like he was scared, better yet, out of control.

“Mmph!” You pushed air agony you closed lips as your catboy bit into your back, claws unsheathing and hooking in the frail floral cloth of your lingerie.

“You can take it.” He growled into your throat, clawed hand moving up to grab at your soft ass.

You felt his every movement, the way he subtly grinded on you, how his sharp nails scrap against your sweaty skin, and especially how his fingers grazed down between your legs.

“Wore this for me? Ah, pretty girl.”

Two finger pads pressed down on the lingerie that cupped your pussy, pressure being put on your perky clit made you yelp, grabbing at his black hair.

He responded with a low hiss, but he did nothing about it. Timothy was way too focused on your sexy attire.

His ears flattened once more, tips rubbing on the skin of your fingers. Your thumbs wrapped around to glide against the silky fur of his cat ears.

Timothy’s fingers prodded at your cunt, rubbing into through cloth before eventually pulling it to the side.

Before you could even register what was happening, Timothy was brought to his knees with a thud to the floor, looking up at your sweetness through long lashes.

You backed up against the now fogged mirror. It creaked with your weight but you were much too focused on the dangerously handsome look your catboy had on.

You watched as his mouth drool, saliva seeping from his lips before he could stop it. Then, he attacked.

Without warning he latched onto your clit, sucking feverishly as he thumb came to poke at your needy hole.

“Timothy— ah!” You cried in pleasure, your other hand coming to join in the jungle of his raven colored hair.

He groaned, sending waves of vibrations through your whole body. Your hips grinded against his face and further burying his nose into you.

“Pretty— so, so pretty.” Timothy whined, throat closing as he guided your hips onto his face.

His brows furrowed in focus as his fingers got risky. Two came up and began to shimmy their way into your sopping cunt, making your eyes widen and your iris’ roll back.

With a flick of his claws your lingerie was torn apart, too bad. It was expensive.

You didn’t seem to mind though, too focused on the way your catboy prodded at that spongey spot inside of you.

His eyes were closed, savoring your taste in his fanged mouth like the is was his last meal. With the way you’re dressed, you might as well kill him.

Timothy’s mouth pops off your clit before kissing it and making his way further down. His pink tongue took place of his fingers and began to tongue fuck you.

“Timothy— fuck, fuck!” You cry, head knocking into the fogged glass behind you.

His hand pawed up your body and onto your tits, messaging them with tenderness that battled his ravenous movements on your lower body.

He rolled the nipple into the palm of his hand, the crease pinch at it. You muffled a whine and rolled your eyes to look at him.

Gorgeous, he looked gorgeous.

Eventually your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, hitting you and knocking you down to his height. Knees buckled and your noses touched.

His face was wet, utterly drenched in your sweet juices, just how he liked it.

His rough tongue licked at your lips, slipping past to graze your own muscle, before bracing himself and standing up.

Timothy’s bulge, thick and heavy in your face, tickled your cheek. You felt yourself salivating.

“You’re turn, sweet thing. Be good for me and open your mouth.”

RONALDINI headcanons.

˚. ᵎᵎ AFAB Reader, Switch!Roladini, Voyeurism, Possible ooc, Oral Kink, BDSM, Slight Power play, Requested.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ So before you’ve even started the act, Ronaldini’s already working himself up. Wondering what you’ll do, suspense filling his body whole with a warmth that’ll make him half-hard before you’ve even touched him.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ His voice gets higher with every thrust. Every buck of his hips his moans and small whines get louder and louder, burying himself deep into your sopping cunt.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ Oh and Ronaldini’s sooo whiney. Teasing him earns you a sharp pink blush, and a slippery whimper from his wet lips.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ I feel like he’d definitely like to be watched. With all of his chatter of an audience, he loves to put on a good show. It just feels so scandalous, so naughty, to show the most sensitive parts of you to people, it’d make for good views.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ Roleplay is another big one for Ronaldini, especially in front of the camera. He loves when you play submissive, twirling your hair and batting your eyelashes at him. It makes him feel powerful, like a surge of electricity’s taken him.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ He’s pure magic baby. His fingers work wonders on your body, twitching and rubbing over your pretty lips. His mouth is even better. Kissing at your lips, trailing down until he gets to your neck and making a pit stop there. If you’re good, he’ll go even lower.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ BDSM is perfect for him. The look of you locked in place, silk ribbons dug deep into your skin as a wand is pressed to your perky clit makes him groan at the thought.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ Ronaldini would have a thing for your mouth. Possibly an unofficial oral kink. His fingers poking at your tongue, prodding at the squishy pink skin of your cheeks through your mouth. It would get him so hot under the collar.

🂡 ࣪ ˖ It makes him wonder what else you could take in your perfect mouth, and he loves wonder.