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how i feel opening up tumblr to read x reader ffs at my big age
Me searching for fanfics after watching a series/film/videogame/reading a book and becoming obsessed with that character:
Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.
Jumpscare.
sweet guys with big dicks ! ۶ৎ
he likes taking care of you. in and out of the bedroom. it doesn’t matter if it’s a small or big action—it never fails to make your face heat up, the way he coos whenever you avoid eye contact. he makes you feel loved, which isn’t something you’re too use to.
but with him, you’re going to have to.
especially when he’s pressing kisses to your tear stained cheeks, scarred hands squishing your waist and playing soft skin. three orgasms in, and he’s tapping your twitchy clit with the tip, face flushed and expression happy as ever. it get on your nerves—he had you shaking and twitching, and has the nerve to comment on how pretty you are.
“you’re doing so well,” he hums, and his eyes flick down to your hips. the couch is definitely ruined. he’ll clean it later when you’re napping. “i think you’re ready.”
he’s been holding off for a while now. you know that for a fact; you’ve seen the goddamn dick print whenever he walked around in nothing but his sweats, hair messy and mussed from sleep and toothbrush hanging from his mouth. you’ve felt it whenever he just ‘wanted to feel you’—and would proceed to grind and moan against you like you were a deity.
and while you aren’t one to be embarrassed so easily (lie), you flush and glance down, visibly shuddering.
“that is not. going to fit.”
and the way he giggles at you? you’re fucking dead.
“i hate you—mmh! i hate you, i hate you-”
“you’re so cute.” he moans right into your ear, hips stuttering as he tries to catch his breath. the sounds coming from your body that were a result of him pushing back in, making your eyes roll, were outright pathetic. if you were in your right mind, you’d be ashamed of yourself.
well, you were ashamed, but your brain had turned into mush by now. you couldn’t put much thought into it when your boyfriend was rearranging your guts, and you swear you hear angels singing when he presses his weight down and stays there.
“haah . . . i told you i would make it fit.”
it would be easier to hate him if his smile wasn’t so bright—so pleased and loving as he watches your eyes roll back when you cum.
— kamado tanjirou , MIDORIYA IZUKU, YUJI ITADORI, HAKUJI/akaza, MARK GRAYSON ; all of your favs if you want lolol
𝝑𝑒 ⏜ ︵ biceps at your service 𓈒
A quiet groan leaves his lips as he pressed his cheek deeper into the pillow, voice muffled through the cushions.
It tingles. But it feels so so good — the rhythmic tap of your fingers before you begin to drag your fingertips across his bare back, feeling the little scars and brushing over the bruises with soft reverence.
His back muscles are tensing, arms wrapped around the pillow, biceps flexing ever so slightly, jaw clenching as he tries to cover his own whimpers.
“Feels s’good.” a shudder runs down his spine.
“Hmm? What was that, pretty boy?” a teasing hum.
You are making yourself comfortable on the back of his hip, leaning right over him and letting your hands roam around — before kneading the well built muscles.
The feeling of them makes you incredibly giddy, all happy to be the only one who gets to see him so bare.
“All yours, continue.”
Instead of heading his plead, you do the opposite and halt mid movement — he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Please continue.” he corrects himself.
“Good.” you whisper and do as he pleases, beginning to scratch harshly.
“Shit—”
The unforgiving, red marks vividly appear as you run your fingernails across his back. The contour beneath his skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the full shape of his back. And the way his muscles stretch and tighten as his hands curl around the fabrics of the pillow.
You fucking love it, bite your lower lips while leaning forward and massage his shoulder. Your shadow falls over him as you loom right inches above him, one hand trailing down to his biceps to squeeze it lightly.
“Wish this could go on forever, you’re too good f’me.” he buries his face deeper into the pillow.
He could feel your palm dragging over the hard, defined parts of his spine. Then it wanders down, fingertips dipping into the curve of his lower back and it tingles comfortably. He relishes in the way your touch seems to linger on the hard, corded muscles, tracing little maps.
As soon as you pressed a little harder against it, dipping right between the curve — he subconsciously arches his back.
“Fuck—ah…” he whimpers.
“Your reactions are adorable.” you coo.
“—Shut up.”
© 2026 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work ⸝⸝
divider source — @cursed-carmine ⸝⸝
author’s note — guilty as charged I really love biceps and back muscles haha and btw I have no knowledge about anatomy just so u guys know ⸝⸝
taglist — @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved , @staygoldsquatchling02 , @megumismyhusband , @angelhaezy , @totallybakedcake , @koiromii , @irethepotato , @arisu79 , @kyo-mii , @digikiiz , @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved , @magpieka , @riuvy , @lulucidal , @cosmorainpuddle , @arwawawa2 ⸝⸝
IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.
I AM NOT YOUR OC💔💔💔
i might get alot of flames for this but,
the x reader "consumers" on tumblr lowk are so entitled, i said consumer bcs these people do nothing to support the writers but complain about FREE fanfics that other people write for FUN and for the LOVE of the game. THEY DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING.
i'm so tired of you people who can only pressure these writers, make memes, and ridicule them for writing something that was not fit to your standards or liking.
you don't even write or contribute anything to the community, don't even support or atleast reblogs to the writers you actually like.
stop filling the tags with your consistent complaints about the fanfics that obviously wasn't meant for you (not to your liking) and start learn how to write.
The hand beneath your chin guided you along with his voice. "Open your mouth, you lazy thing." Your eyes stayed closed as you melted against the palm beneath your jaw. With your mouth obediently open, you let your lover brush your teeth for you.
You were standing but your brain looked at the act of walking the way it would a distant, foggy memory. Completely open to being guided, like a puppet. To him though, it was the complete opposite. You were adorable.
"Lower your head now." he said while rinsing the toothbrush under water and setting it aside. With eyes barely cracked open, you allowed him to slowly lean you over the sink and bring the half handful of water in his palm to your mouth.
"Rinse." The gentle command never fully reached your brain. Instead, you swallowed the water and suddenly, with a harsh shake at the back of your neck, whatever remained was forced back out into the sink.
Like a raccoon caught in headlights, you blankly stared into the mirror while he muttered under his breath and wiped the toothpaste stained water from your mouth and neck with a cloth. "Tastes disgusting…"
At your half mumbled complaint, he let out a faintly amused sigh. "Of course it tastes disgusting. You drank something you weren't supposed to." He tilted you back toward his palm again and pushed water into your mouth once more. Bent down close enough to your face, he watched you with complete focus. "This time, rinse."
You lazily swished the water around in your puffed cheeks, your eyes already beginning to drift shut again. Eventually growing tired of it, you spat the water out. With a cupped handful of water, he gently washed your mouth. Something soft brushed against your lips, leaving behind the fading trace of warmth.
"Come on let's go back to bed, big panda." You grumbled as if protesting the teasing tone but still allowed him to pick you up. Your legs dangled off to the side while your arms lazily wrapped around his neck without even bothering to open your eyes.
As he carried you away with him, you tucked yourself beneath his chin for the soothing feeling of his pulse. No matter what happened, having a man who would take care of you felt as lovely as a soft breeze.
