#fawn.writes

you didn’t have the right to be jealous anymore. 

not when his arms were tenderly wrapped around her figure, and he looked at her with all the love in the world. it wouldn’t be fair to him.

you felt like you were intruding in on an intimate moment the second you stumbled through the door- with caleb's shirt off and her head resting on his large chest. the words slipped out before you could stop them, “what’re you doing ‘leb?” 

his head raised up at the sound of your voice, “skin-to-skin contact. the doctor said it would be good for her.” 

your eyes travel down until they land on her. as crazy as it was, you were jealous of your baby. not real jealousy, but more so you wished you could be laying on caleb’s chest too. 

the sight in front of you was endearing, watching caleb hold her closely to his chest; she was so small that she could fit snugly into the palm of his hand, that or his hand was simply too big. as much as your heart swelled with love, you couldn’t help the creeping bits of green envy bubbling underneath.

caleb was glowing, maybe the glow of a new dad, or maybe it was because of the warm glow of the lamp, it didn’t matter in the end. the urge to snuggle up to his big body was becoming bigger and bigger by the second.

you settled down on the edge of the bed, next to where he was laying against the headboard, “don’t you think it’s time we put her to bed? it’s getting late.” you placed your hand on top of his, which rested gently on your daughters back.

he sighs, you can make out the small hints of disappointment, the reluctance to depart is evident as he hands her to you with hesitation. you take her gently and place her in her crib.

without sparing a moment, you find your way onto caleb's body, head nuzzling against his chest, where your daughters head once was moments ago. you sigh in content as his warm hand glides up and down your back.

“someone else wanted skin-to-skin contact?” he gently muses.

you huff but can’t deny the truth behind his words. placing a chaste kiss to his sternum you let out a “maybe,”

mdni

gets super offended and proceeds to show you don't need them

→ satoru, kento, toji, caleb, xavier

he rolls his eyes "see? i told you that you didn't need any stupid toys. i can give you what you need perfectly fine." his hand lays flat against your back, tracing down your spine until he grabs onto your hips, pulling you back to meet with every thrust. his pace becomes vigorous and he hits every spot deep within. you can't help but feel so full, more full than a toy could ever do. your relentless moans and whines are all he needs to hear to know that he's won.

uses them but to the point of overstimming you

→ suguru, sukuna, zayne, sylus

you try to catch your breath from orgasming yet again but the overwhelming sensation has you writhing in bed, you push away from the toy and try to scoot up but his large hands prevent you from doing so. "c'mon baby, you said you wanted the toys, don't get so shy now." he says as he holds the wand right against your clit. you gush out on his hands with a whine and the look from his eyes gets darker. "such a good girl, you can do one last one right?” - he’s said that the last four times

is tied up all pretty while you use em on him instead

→ choso, rafayel

⤷ fem reader, little bit of degradation, mentions of breeding and uh pp outline in the tummy LMFAO

the loud squelching noise enveloped the room as toji's hips moved at a rapid pace, he delved deep into the walls of your cunt. each stroke had you gushing on his cock and crying out in pleasure. 

“such a whore for this cock, aren’t you pretty girl?” his hand comes to grip at your chin, forcing you to look at him. your hooded eyes and slightly opened mouth had his dick twitching inside your pliant heat. “fuuuck what a sight.” his thumb swipes down on your bottom lip.

you mewl and cling on to his large biceps, curling your fingers around the sturdy muscle, “f-feels good toji.” you mewl.

his pace doesn’t relent, “yeah?” he says cockily. “I bet it does, anything feels good for you as long as it can fit inside you, right?” he bites down on your shoulder. “that’s cause my pretty baby thinks with her pussy n’ not her head.” 

he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder, he looms over you, even closer than before and hitting an angle that pushes himself deeper into your heat. “so cute,” he coos as he pokes the bulge on your stomach. “your tiny little cunt is trying to hard to hold all of me inside.”

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you lose all inhibitions, “coming,” you squeal, “comingcomingcoming!”

A warm heat flows through your body and you let your body relax against the sheets. toji doesn’t stop, he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. the sound of skin against skin resonates through the room. 

“you’re taking it so good,” he grunts. “god m’gonna cum so hard in your hole, gonna put a baby in in you.”

“Yes! please! want your baby in me!” you cry out in desperation. 

“you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly. “of course you would,  you’re such a whore for my fat cock.”

you vigorously nod at his words and within a handful of strokes, toji cums with a guttural moan. hot white ropes of cum hit your walls, leaking out as he pulls out of you, you whimper as he uses his fingers to push it back in.

(eheh this is a repost if u saw it a few yrs ago for a diff fandom no u didnt)

—  ♡ rafayel

he will get SO offended and scoff

“fine! if you dont want my kisses, i wont give them to you!”

so you kinda tease him, lean in real close as if you’re going to kiss him and watch him struggle to hold back the temptations

because honestly, he reaaally wants to kiss you !

but watching you wipe it away bugs him LOL

so he really fights back the urges when you try to kiss him, he’ll lean as far back as possible

and god his expression is so readable n cute <33

he puckers his lips inwards towards his mouth and squeezes his eyes as tight as possible

but,, he can smell you,, and u smell soo good.. and he can feel the warmth emanating from your body.....

and he gives in so easily bc he’s so whipped for you LOL

so he pulls you in real close and gives you a million smooches

“idc if you’re gonna wipe them away, i just wanna kiss!!”

You felt the hot water cascade down your body, steam bouncing off the shower glass, floating up into the air only to turn into condensation on the mirror. Moans echoing on the tiled walls from both you and your boyfriend Sylus, grunts escaping both of your lips as he holds you against the shower wall and pounds into you. One foot was firmly propped on the ground while you hooked the other against his waist. His thrusts were fast and shallow, hitting the deepest part inside, toes curling with pleasure. With a few more pumps you feel yourself coming undone, your head leaning back on the cold tiles to catch your breath but the movement of Sylus' hips does not ease up.

“Sy…” you panted in his ear, grabbing onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself. The feeling of overstimulation was too much to handle, tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes.

“It’s alright sweetie,” he coaxes you. “One more, I know you can do it.” His hand rests on your waist, rubbing gentle circles on the wet skin. He slowly removes himself from you and you feel relief but that feeling goes away as he flips you over, your palms against the walls as he bottoms into you from behind. A string of curses leaves your lips, the new position bringing a feeling of ecstasy as he’s able to hit a much deeper spot inside you.

He began to move at a faster pace, the sound of skin against skin so loud it blocks the echoes of your moans. He firmly grabs onto your hips, pulling you back to meet with his thrusts. He continues to ram into you until his orgasm hits, cock twitching as his seed spills into you. One hand moves towards your nipple, tweaking the bud tween his fingers, while the other hand moves to the front to play with your clit, effectively bringing you to yours as well. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, body convulsing in sheer pleasure as Sylus continues to rock into you with a steady rhythm, milking out both of your highs.

Sylus slowly eases out of you and pulls your into his arms, “you alright kitten?” he asks as he places a loud smooch on your lips.

sukuna x reader , smut

you should’ve known better than to end up in his bed again, but the soft temptations of his skin on yours was enough to call you back over and over again. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows where to touch that leaves you begging for more.

sukuna sucks and bites down on your bottom lip as his hands grab firmly onto your hips, guiding them back and forth over his flexed thigh. you groan and mewl in pleasure, holding on to his tattoo covered arms for support. he pulls back and leans against the headboard, admiring the way the moon shines down on you as your face contorts in pleasure. with a few more rapid movements, you feel yourself coming undone, and you relax into his embrace.

“we can’t keep doing this.” you whisper into his shoulder. the regret of your indecent actions begins to seep in. the thrill of being with sukuna is a feeling that rivals no other. the dark tattoos on his skin and the piercings adorned on his body are the only semblance of freedom you feel. but it’s bad, you know that deep down. the more you end up in his bed, the more you fall for him, and the higher the chance he’ll leave you in the dust and move on to the next girl.

“Why do you only call me when you’re high?”

Smoke escapes from between his lips, floating into the air and dissolving into the night. The smell of weed suffocates your throat but you’ve learned to tolerate it. Suguru sits on the bed, leaning back against the headboard silent as ever, focused on breathing in his intoxication rather than answering your question. His gaze rests on the entrance of the balcony, watching how the curtains move deftly from the slight breeze entering the small moon-lit apartment. 

You sit up on the bed, holding on to the blanket, the only source keeping you from exposing your naked body. You push for an answer, “why do you only fuck me when you’re high?” There are hickeys littered across your neck and chest; some faded from previous nights, some created just moments ago. Proof that you’ve shared a bed, that your bodies have once been connected, that you’ve felt each other. But you don’t think you actually feel him. Physically, yes; countless of times. You can’t count how many times he’s fucked you on your fingers, the number surpasses it. But mentally, no. He’s right here in front of you, you can reach out and touch him, feel his warm skin against the pads of your fingertips yet his mind is always somewhere else. You can’t feel his presence, as if his soul is non-existent and all that remains is a canvas of a body, waiting to have paint streaking down to bring life within.

The sound of paper burning eventually comes to an end as Suguru puffs out the last remains of the joint. He turns to face you, and you notice his rimmed eyes are painfully red, an indication that the drugs have consumed him, and that he’s here in front of you, but he’s not here with you. “Why do you only tell me you love me when you’re high?” 

You aren’t oblivious to his actions, you notice the pattern. He still calls you over when he’s sober, you spend time together, all activities leading to somehow ending in the bed, being on top of one another but those days are rare and are quick to end compared to when he’s stoned. But never does he tell you that he loves you when he’s sober. Those words are only saved when he’s high, when his vision is foggy, words are slurred and his mind allows his lips to lie; something he is unable to do with a clear head. You know how unhealthy this relationship is and that his words are a lie, but you can’t help yourself when he says it so sweetly. You’ve tried leaving before but he beckons you over like a siren calling a sailor to his doom.

He pushes you down on the bed, pushing his lips on yours as he silences you. He skillfully brings you down to quiet moans and whimpers with the use of his mouth on yours and fingers down below, caressing you until you’re shaking in his hold. Receiving answers to your questions are thoughts that leave your mind due to the pleasurable feeling. He touches you all over, leaving no part of your skin without a trace of him. You feel galaxies erupt behind your closed eyes as your high hits; a high different from his. 

Without hesitation, you feel him slide into you, not giving you time to recuperate. The feeling overloads your senses, overstimulation building up within you with every stroke of his hips against yours. For a second you feel as he does, the high he brings you to is one to rival the feeling of not being here mentally as you lay boneless on the bed. It reminds you why you listen to his calls, opting to initiate in this half-assed relationship. 

“I love you.” he whispers; a lie.