[soleilsfilm]

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[glitteryheaux]

GIRLS GENERATION MAKE YOU FEEL THE HEAT

[jussanother]

[ruesdeluxe]

[richyjerimovich]

NYT Cooking with Ayo Edebiri

[daruiyada]

audios on soundgasm are such a hit or miss

its either the hottest thing ever or deku in your ear

[soleilsfilm]

i have 70+ drafts… rn im trying to work on two connie and geto fics like i promise im not ignoring yall 💜

[nydascienceguy]

oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breath during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.

fin.

[krys4h]

ᥫ᭡ — how bad!boy!eren tries to teach some self-love to his soft chubby gf | black!reader, fluff + light smut. 1.3k words. a/n : i know some people don't like when character fucks chubby reader to make her love herself, so i tried something different :))

Eren's thrusts were deadly.

You hoped his fingers in your mouth would muffle your desperate moans for more. This bastard always came secretly at night when your parents were asleep, and you waited for him, all excited, under the covers. Now you fought your own pleasure so as not to wake them.

"You're a big girl, own your moans."

His fingers closed over your lower teeth, forcing your mouth open even wider. You buried your face in the pillow immediately, mortified by your high-pitched voice escaping into the air.

Eren let out a deep chuckle. “Aw, not that big, then.”

His hips behind you maintained their brutal pace, each thrust slamming against your ass, the rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh leaving no doubt as to what was happening. Eren's scent was everywhere, his sweat and his groans in your ears arousing you in an explosion of sensations. As if you were overwhelmed by the heat of the sun while sipping fruity cocktails, a deliciously intoxicating suffering.

Eren's pace hastened, obscene noises drawn out of him. He buried his head in your neck, his movements still intense. Each thrust made you gasp and clutch your pillow tighter. In the dim light, he couldn't admire the white ring of your arousal around his dick, but he could feel it in how easy it was to slide in. His girl loved his dick really bad, he knew that.

His hand slipped under your t-shirt to grasp your soft belly.

This specific action had the effect of an icy splash of water on your burning pussy.

“Eren, stop.”

“Enough of this bullshit,” he grunted. “It’s cute, it’s soft.”

He continued to dig into the pillowy flesh, tears welling up in your eyes as a consequence, his divine strokes forgotten.

“I already told you I don’t like this. Stop this.”

“I really don’t give a fuck right now.” 

You clenched your fists, tears streaming down your cheeks and onto the pillow. Eren sighed when he heard you cry and pulled away from you.

You pulled your long pajama top down to cover your bottom as he turned on the light.

“This kind of behavior can’t go on any longer,” he grumbled, putting on his clothes but remaining shirtless.

You watched discreetly as he pulled on his jeans, his muscles flexing with each movement, the yellow light illuminating the black ink that ran across his body, and his still-sweaty forehead where a few brown strands clung. A sexy man, and that was the problem in your relationship.

“You don’t get it,” you sniffled.

“No, sorry, I don’t. I think my girl is perfect and you’re seriously pissing me off.”

You looked away, not believing any of this. “Eren, if you were overweight like me you couldn’t have this confidence. Your vibe only works just because… You look like this.”

His lips curved into a smile. “I can become fat and show you being a bad boy is in the mindset.”

You stiffened at the word ‘fat’.

His eyes softened. “It’s just a word. A fact. There is nothing negative about it, baby.”

“You need to leave your house more to see how the world works, Rennie,” you mumbled.

“Rennie, huh? You’re saying this after your insecurities cockblocked me.” He looked in your room for a notebook and a pen before sitting down on the floor. “Get your ass here.”

You followed him, puzzled.

“What do you want?”

“We aren’t in a romcom where I give you confidence by loving you. That shit doesn’t work. If you want to love yourself, you need to do the work yourself. I can only help.”

“Well, I don’t want to love myself. I’m gonna sleep,” you tried to leave him but Eren grabbed your calf and made you fall on his lap. You glared at him, and he tugged his pierced tongue, mocking you.

You sat between his legs, enveloped by his muscular arms, and stared at the blank page of the notebook in front of you.

“Write positive affirmations to repeat to yourself.”

“This is ridiculous, Eren.”

“Write or my dick in your mouth will make you want to write forgiveness letters to God.”

You swallowed hard, and write an affirmation.

Eren burst out laughing.

“This is not funny,” you pouted.

“‘I’m not a big fat cow’? Really?”

You shifted, uncomfortable.

“It feels like that sometimes. Especially when I’m trying to get ready for frat parties. No matter how nice my clothes and makeup are… I still feel like a cow with lipstick.”

“Well, know that you’re the prettiest with your pink blush and highlighter.” 

Warmth took hold of your body as you wrote new positive affirmations.

Eren kissed your neck, his soft lips pressing against your skin with the occasional flick of his tongue. “You know, these things, you need to tell them yourself. I don’t mind reassuring you every day, but I want you to be confident even without me.”

“But it’s hard…”

“It’s not.” 

You nudged him with your elbow. “You fit the beauty standards, Eren.” 

“And I still want to kill myself everyday since my mother died, so what’s your point? Affirmations work. You need repetition to see results, and you have to act in a way that aligns with them to see real identity changes.”

“You use affirmations?”

“Yeah, in front of my mirror. I tell myself to fight everyday.”

You winced, looking at the “I love my body,” “My body deserves love,” “My body is a sanctuary and deserves to be respected,” written on the paper. “I barely look at myself.”

“I can tell. You’re dressed as if you choose your clothes in the dark.”

“Fuck you!” You slapped his thigh.

“You don’t have any swag, that’s the truth,” he chuckled. “On a serious note, if you really loved yourself, what style of dress would you want to have?”

“Um…” You shyly lowered your head.

Eren kissed your cheek. “Tell me.”

“I really like the coquettish style, but I don’t think women with my body are very… You know.”

He took out his phone, did a quick search on TikTok and showed you his screen. “Look, you could take her as inspo.”

You scrolled the Tiktoker account—a pretty black woman with a plus size body and a soft aesthetic—which often made coquette Hollister hauls, and presented XL and XXL sizes. (@/hey.its.tz such a cutie <3) 

“You already followed her before, there are likes on the TikToks.”

Eren’s cheeks turned pinkish, luckily you couldn’t see it.

“I just didn’t know when to tell you to do better.”

“I want to do better, I want to feel better, but I… I feel I’m lying to myself. A cow is still cow even if she tells herself she deserves the life of a butterfly.”

“Stop with the cows, for God’s sake. You wear loose and plain clothes everyday, how are you going to find your inner light? You need to cherish yourself.”

“Cherish myself…” You repeated, doubtful.

“Yeah. Now, do the homework. You read 10 positive affirmations like these every morning, and you make that Hollister order. I will pay it. It won't always be easy, of course, but I'll be there for the times when you need love.” He nuzzled your neck. “You're not allowed to talk negatively of yourself now. You give me $5 dollars every time you talk about stupid cows.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, my girl is too precious for this shit.”

Cared for, your body relaxed. Behind you, in your lower back, you felt his erection still not satisfied.

“Can we…”

“Hell yeah!”

“But don’t touch my belly, please… I… need some time.”

He let out a frustrated groan, but kissed your cheek again. 

You can take all the time you want, he'll always be there to remind you of your worth anyway and help you love yourself.

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[alaiasole]

connie. certified overthinker.

he thought he put you to sleep… turns out you just like tiktok.

→ black!f reader | fluff |

the room is quiet except for the soft glow of your phone lighting up the blankets.

you’re trying so hard not to laugh out loud, shoulders shaking as another tiktok plays. connie had just finished giving you the best dick of your life like he always does and you did fall asleep… but then you randomly woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.

so now you’re stuck scrolling, giggling into the pillow trying not to wake him.

next to you, connie shifts in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over.

you think he’s still asleep.

he’s not.

one eye cracks open, squinting at the light hitting his face.

“baby… why aren’t you asleep?” he asks, voice confused.

you pause the video, turning toward him. “i couldn’t sleep.”

he slowly pushes himself up, hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep as he stares at you like you just personally betrayed him.

“couldn’t sleep?” he repeats.

you nod, already smiling because you know that look.

he frowns.

like… really frowns.

his brows pull together, lips pushing into a pout.

“…i didn’t do a good job?” he asks quietly.

you blink. “what?”

he sits up more now, looking genuinely stressed.

“i didn’t fuck you good?” he says, offended. “cause usually you be knocked out. now you wide awake laughing at tiktoks like i ain’t just put in work.”

he sits up more now, blanket sliding down his chest, looking genuinely concerned.

“like be honest,” he says, rubbing his face. “i thought i put you to sleep.”

you stare at him for half a second before bursting into laughter.

“connie—”

“nah i’m serious,” he interrupts, pouting now. “usually you be sleep right after. you laughing and shit like i ain’t just put in work.”

you laugh harder, grabbing his arm. “baby, relax!”

he flops back onto the pillow dramatically, staring at the ceiling like his life just fell apart. “damn. i’m losing my touch.”

“you are so dramatic,” you giggle, scooting closer to him.

he side-eyes you suspiciously. “so… i did put it down on you?”

you roll your eyes, poking his cheek. “yes, you did.”

his pout disappears instantly.

“aight,” he nods seriously. “just checking.”

you shake your head, still smiling, and he pulls you against his chest, wrapping an arm around you like he’s reclaiming property.

“put the phone down,” he mumbles, already half asleep again. “come here.”

you rest your head against him, his heartbeat slow and warm under your ear.

there’s silence for like… five seconds.

then—

“…can i eat it?” he adds sleepily.

you snort so loud you almost fall off him. “go to sleep, connie.”

he hums, unfazed, squeezing you tighter. “worth a try.”

you laugh into his chest.

“love you,” he mumbles, words slurring as sleep pulls him under again.

and within seconds, he’s knocked out.

you glance at your phone one last time before switching it off, the room going dark except for the faint streetlight slipping through the curtains.

this time, wrapped up in him, you fall asleep too.

[soleilsfilm]

i’m just checking in on my lovely mootiesssss!! how are youuu?? 💗

hiii luv! i’ve been good how are you? honestly ive been so inactive lately cuz of school (LOWKEY BEATING MY ASS) but ill be back sooonn <3

[torupng]

INFATUATION .ᐟ

゛ ᢉ𐭩 suguru geto is your #NSFWtwt mutual.

headcanons .ᐟ ⸝⸝ masturbation ⸝⸝ nudes ⸝⸝ smut with a side of fluff ⸝⸝ sexting ⸝⸝ phone sex ⸝⸝ MDNI 18+

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who catches your eye one late night while you’re scrolling for something to blow steam off to. his whole look — snake bites, nose bridge piercing, ink covering his chest and big arms, that messy wolfcut mullet — has you hooked immediately. you binge and fuck yourself to his stuff for hours.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto whose videos are pure sin. slow, teasing strokes of his tattooed hand along his pierced cock, low voice whispering filthy praises, nipple piercings glinting as he plays with them. you’re pretty much obsessed from the first video — bookmarking everything.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who you follow without thinking. his page feels like it was made for girls who crave that unique style of his and you literally can’t get enough of the way he looks straight into the camera like he’s staring right at you.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who notices your follow almost immediately. he checks your page, spends a long time scrolling through your pics and videos with his cock visibility hardening, then follows you back with a simple “interesting” in your dms.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who’s insanely bold and straight up asks you if you’ve touched yourself to his videos and whether you came. when you admit you have, he teases you mercilessly — “oh? and you didn’t send me picture proof? i’m offended” and “i’d love to see how pretty you look cumming for me next time.”

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto whose dms are so hot. he doesn’t spam. every message is 100% intentional — complimenting the way you touch yourself, how pretty your cunt is, asking what you’d let him do if he had you under him.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who starts sending you private videos after you engage him. longer, more personal ones where he moans your name, tugging on his nipple piercings knowing that the sight’ll soak you up while fisting his pierced cock just for you.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who gets you to send him voice notes of you cumming. he listens to them on repeat, telling you how sweet you sound and how badly he wants to hear it in person while he’s buried inside you. he lost count of how many times he’s busted his load to the sound of your moans.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who slowly pulls you deeper. late night calls usually initiated by him being a horny bastard at midnight where his low, sexy voice guides you through touching yourself. he’s patient but dominant, making you edge yourself for him until you’re begging him to cum.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who teases you about the “pretty little cult” of girls in his replies, hoping to get some kind of reaction from you, but makes it very clear you’re becoming his favorite. you become the only one he can actually cum to. he starts saving your stuff, liking every post, openly interacting and commenting to leave his mark.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who sends you a picture of his tongue out, tongue piecing and snake bites shining, followed up with a text that says “bet you’d look good sitting on it.”

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who facetimes you one night. first time seeing him live, not just in pics or videos. he stares at you with that lazy smirk, complimenting you until your face is burning, then tells you to spread your legs and finger yourself for him.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who praises you softly “that’s it, just like that… look at how wet you are for me” while teasing you in that low voice— “go deeper, baby. i know you can take more than that.” he switches the camera between his flushed face and his hand stroking his cock, matching your rhythm. right as you’re falling apart he finally tells you his name, “suguru… moan it for me,” and you cum almost instantly, his name rolling off your tongue in sweet gasps.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who tells you to clean up and come right back after you cum because even with post-nut clarity he still wants to talk to you. he ends up genuinely curious about the girl behind the account. behind the screen. you give him your real name and the two of you spend the rest of the night talking about things way too personal for whatever this “arrangement” is supposed to be.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who starts facetiming you more and more. at the gym, during breaks at work, late at night when he’s bored at home. half the time it has nothing to do with getting off. your voice, your laugh, the way you talk about your day… it becomes something he genuinely looks forward to. he finds himself seeking out your time and company way more than he ever expected.

nsfw twt mutual!suguru geto who realizes he’s falling hard for you — the girl who lives in a whole other country, someone he only knew through a screen at first. it hits him during one of those long late-night calls when he catches himself smiling at nothing, already counting down the days until he can fly out to see you, wondering how the hell a mutual on twitter became the person he thinks about most.

might write a little drabble based off this… I’m so obsessed with the nsfw twt AUs LMAO

[brian4rmthe6]

[yenayaps]

drunk & honest boyfriend!sukuna

content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats

Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.

But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.

It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.

“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.

At the end of the day, he simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.

It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.

And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.

It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.

“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”

“Looks fuckin’ nice in these shorts,” he says absentmindedly, smiling as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.

“Stop that,” you swat his hand away again.

“Quit acting like that hurt,” he scolds you, face softening as his hand goes back, again. “Love this ass—m’gonna fuck it one of these days.”

“Kuna!” you gasp, stunned by his sudden boldness when he’s nothing but reserved with you in public. “No you’re not—“

“Kiss me,” he cuts you off, his big hands now pulling you in by the waist.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No?!” You start to shove him away, which does nothing but make him laugh, especially when you look back at your friends who find themselves more than entertained by seeing this side of your relationship.

“The fuck are you looking at Shoko for? She’s not gonna save you from me—isn’t that right Shoko?” he raises his tone as he asks.

“Yeah, I’d rather not.”

“That’s what I thought.” He grins as he turns his attention back to you. “You see that, baby? She doesn’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. Just me.”

And you laugh, because this is how he always teases you when you’re alone. “You sure it’s just not because everyone’s scared of you?”

“Good. You should be scared of me too, sweetheart,” he responds, as if it drives his point home. “Now give me my fuckin’ kiss.”

There’s a low groan that rumbles through his chest when you finally do kiss him, as if he’d been waiting for one the whole night. He grabs your jaw, slips his tongue into your mouth, drags it on for longer than it should’ve been.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs.

“Get a room, freaks,” Gojo yells out from the kitchen.

“Fuck off,” Sukuna easily cuts himself. “We’re going home so I can fu—”

“We never agreed to that?!”

notes: idek i haven’t written for sukuna in months and immediately wrote this when the idea popped up

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[soleilsfilm]

i rlly don’t play abt anton like that’s rlly my man IDC