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choso being addicted w his s/o’s breasts and cant stop sucking and licking them while he fucks her good <3

⤷ tags : fem!reader, missionary, soft sex, praise, nipple sucking, whiney choso an. crying sobrkohk

choso’s in love with your body, he can’t help himself. his favorite thing to do was to simply trace his soft padded fingertips all over.

each second he wasted staring at you — the more he feels himself growing dizzy, heart racing, palms entirely sweaty.

you’d be laid flat, in such a perfect position for him and just for him. sprawled out with your legs just scantily slinging across his slim waist.

“baby, can i—” and he pauses, the thought that was currently embedded into his mind, he grew flustered. should he…? you’d probably be weirded out, or you’d show discomfort, something along those lines. current thoughts ran through his brain, and you raised a brow, clinging onto his shoulders as he presented you with soft, deep strokes. “n-nevermind.”

“say it.” you murmur, letting off a soft moan once he gently grazes a thumb against your bare tummy.

choso let’s off a defeated sigh, the inquisitive cute expression that went on your face, he had to say something. he waits a few long moments before you heard him swallow. “i…i was gonna ask,” and his soft voice was a mere whisper—you wondered what it could be, for him to be this hesitant. choso’s eyes lower down towards your chest, and then he pouts before staring right back at you. “can.. is it okay if.. can i suck on them? please?”

immensely, you were taken aback, and it seemed like judging solely from your expression—you were weirded out.

choso starts to panic, and he pauses his hips against you before babbling. “i-i’m sorry, it was random. idon’tknowwhyiasked, i just wanted-”

“baby, sure you can,” you giggle, cupping his face before planting a single kiss on his nose. “calm down. what…did you think i was gonna say no?”

“yes,” he stammers, and he’s still inside. you drag a few nails down his bulky arm before getting a bit more comfortable. choso’s body heat was so warm…hot. it was as if your skin stuck against his, and he smoothed his glossed pink lips together before letting off another sigh. “i- i thought you’d fine it disturbing,” and then he leans in toward your chest to give your nipple a single kiss. “sorry if this makes me weird but…baby, i’ve always wanted to um…lick them.”

“go ahead. i’m not gonna judge you for being dirty,” you tease, and his face grows hot at your playfulness. his breath hitches, and he gives you a stare as if asking were you sure, yet you nod. “you can do whatever you want to me. i’m all yours, choso.”

he lets off a moan, and it’s unintentional—yet cute. “…oh.” he mutters, leaning in just a bit more to softly rub a thumb against your perky nipple.

so gentle with his touch, you were sensitive and they were a bit sore—you didn’t mind though. choso starts up his pace again, and he’s a bit more slow.

slow and thorough, the moment he brings his face close towards your chest…you grow quiet and watch.

choso cups one of your breasts with one hand before pressing his mouth against it, a soft moan escapes out of him before he gently flicks his tongue against the nipple—you whine at the sheer warmth of his tongue.

he’s so compassionate, tenderly tender.

you were so sensitive, you moved a bit underneath him as his tongue ghosts against your nipples. the soft licks turned into sucking.

and that’s when you started to moan—you ran your ankle down his back, biting your lip at the feeling of his cock buried deep. each thrust was different with him, you felt everything.

“s-so good,” he whimpers, his eyes were closed. pretty lengthy black lashes just barely fluttered, tickling against your skin. choso dreamt of doing something like this. just having you underneath him, easily drifting his tongue, circling it all around the middle part of your breasts. “m-mhm, ‘s sweet.”

you smile nervously, running a hand through his hair, combing right through with your fingers and it’s as if he lets off a cute purr.

choso’s coats every part of your chest with imaginary kisses, making sure to not miss an inch.

the way his tongue twirls gently against your hardened nipples—you moaned. his pounding into you gently and him sucking deeply on both of your breasts, you didn’t know which you loved more.

“w-want more.” he breathes, each time he departed his lips, it’d be a brief pop sound. that was his favorite part. either that and choso getting a bit too carried away. his own saliva trickling outside of the corner of his lips, and he’s drooling just a bit.

“choso, ‘m gonna cum.” you’d suddenly squeak out, hugging him tightly. such whimpers and whines make way out from your mouth, and the way his strokes were so firm yet gentle. just a tad bit of roughness to it, but just right.

time and time again, he’s stretching you out and using your pussy as his favorite flashlight, he craved you, your touch, your taste, anything.

choso finds himself interlocking his fingers with yours, he then sits up to bring you into a deep kiss. “baby,” he moans, his clenched hard and abs rock against your tummy, and his bulge. his base forevermore continued to thwack and slam against you—you find yourself dizzy whenever he slightly pivots his hip to hit you there. “cum for me, and look at me. ‘s okay, just keep your eyes on me the whole time, ‘kay?”

“okay.” you whimpered, the immense pressure, its building up and stirring your insides, choso was so thick yet at the same time slender. he’s so sensual and precise with his movements, and he then gives your nipples one more suck.

once you came, it took so much out of you, such shockwaves got sent throughout your body and you had to take a moment to breathe. he thinks you look beautiful like this. “perfect girl,” he sighs, his voice was as smooth as a lullaby, your legs locked around his waist — this time a lot tighter, and he holds you close. you’re a stammering mess, legs feeling practically nonexistent. “thank you.”

“f-for what.” you panted, and choso finds himself resting his head flat on your breasts.

“for um.. letting me be dirty. sucking on your nipples,” and he was most certainly addicted was addicted to your chest, especially with licking on them. “

“you’re welcome.” you utter, fingers still running through his scalp, he sighs a happy sigh. he’s so comfortable, so warm, and so in love with you.

yet of course—the night ends with choso falling fast asleep on your breasts, still inside of you, and with a gentle smile pressing against his lips.

“Cloud Study”, John Constable, 1822

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I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

ᰔᩚ motherhood and matrimony - mlist ᰔ

ꨄ︎ pairing. au ceo! satoru gojo x single mom secretary fem! reader

ꨄ summary. satoru gojo, the arrogant and irresistible heir to a billion-dollar corporation and the son of your boss, the ceo... but when satoru’s father dies unexpectedly, his inheritance hinges on a stipulation: he must marry and have a child, but the child doesn't necessarily have to be his, right? together, you strike a deal: a fake marriage that promises financial stability for you and corporate control for him. as the lines between business and emotion blur, you must decide if your partnership is purely contractual or if it could evolve into something real.

ꨄ︎status. ongoing

ꨄ︎ warnings/tags. 18+ MDNI, nsfw, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fake marriage, slow burn, smut, fluff, bit of angst, reader is single mom who recently broke off her engagement, satoru being a cute step dad, naoya is your crappy ex, some triggers of domestic abuse (it is emotional but it can be a bit suggestive/interpreted as physical, note this is from naoya not satoru)

ꨄ︎ words: currently 139k

ꨄ︎ a/n. hello ya'll, my name is aly and if you read my fic thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! this story really hit the ground running, originally it was a request from a lovely anon ♡ and apparently i cannot write short fics for the life of me because it turned into something big lol, halp.. i'm unsure how many chapters it will have because i am just seeing where the inspiration takes me :') i will update tags/warnings as the story progresses. thanks for reading <3 (also this will have a happy ending)

ꨄ︎ taglist: open (ao3)

ꨄ series tags #mhm #motherhood and matrimony

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ꨄ︎ chapters

ch 1 // circumstances and commitments

ch 2 // under the spotlight

ch 3 // fractured realities

ch 4 // shadows of doubt

ch 5 // a leap of faith

ch 6 // drenched in truth

ch 7 // the road ahead

ch 8 // inhale, exhale

ch 9 // blood and betrayal

ch 10 // pending..

ch 11 // pending..

ch 12 // pending..

ch 13 // pending..

ꨄ︎ extra chapters

autumn special // harvesting happiness (read after ch 6)

christmas special // wrapped in love (read after ch 7)

I see no lies.

I don't care how gay the wicked movie is or whatever this site can't gaslight me into taking ariana grande seriously all of a sudden

*holds you in my mouth perfectly safe between my sharp teeth bc i love you*

by mofusand

—♡ —SIMON SAYS … ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✯. !! Synopsis : so you like to play mind games with ghost? goodluck, cause hes got a few tricks of his own to beat these little charades of yours. when he comes home to remind you whos really the expert at games—simon says…your playtime is over

✯. !! WC : 8.3K

✯. !! Tags & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - hard dom!Ghost (he’s rlly mean), bratty! reader, sex tapes, masturbation (male & fem), choking/asphyxiation play, creampie, mating press, squirting, rough sex, spanking, subtle sir kink, size kink/difference, degradation, manhandling, orgasm denial, praise/petname usage, dumbification, dirty talk, (maybe?) prey and predator play, the mask stays ON. <3

✯. !! A/N : first fic and guess what, i wrote with my pussy on this one. hope you enjoy !! lmk what y’all think <33

Maybe this wasn’t your smartest choice in life.

Whether it’s the sobering reality of sitting in the after-guilt of praying for negativity, or a complete backfire that could’ve made things entirely worse—most times, an action made purely from spite and pettiness, never ends up well.

This was one of those times.

Where guilt and the possibility of a backfire merged into one—a single, enormous, dark mass of gut bubbling anxiety.

You were given very, very simple instructions only a few days prior to this moment. And yet, all because your last few messages to your boyfriend were being left unanswered and open on seen, your willingness to take matters into your own hands—to finally get his attention, brought you more than you bargained for.

You had no idea what was truly in store for you once you decided to misbehave and break one of his very simple rules.

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