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𐙚!!── 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘, 𝕞𝕕𝕟𝕚, 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚-𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣.

𐙚!!── 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕔*𝕤𝕥, 𝕡𝕖𝕕*𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕖𝕥𝕔 ! 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖/𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤! 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦!

༻ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ༺

© 𝕥𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕. 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕. 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕪, 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜.

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dilf firefighter benimaru who lives next door to you and in exchange to babysit his son…..he gives you some dick?!?!

ummm yes?

bitch yes!

Voting ended onDec 6, 2025

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𐙚⋆. synopsis: you told yourself that you’d never give it up for your plug but what happens when that paycheck is late? it’s time to give up that twat to connie!

𐙚⋆. character: constance springer

𐙚⋆. cw: explicit sexual content, slight! soft sex, slight!dirty talking (male), quickie sex, selling twat?

the screeching sound of the grinder is what gets you, that hollow scrape of metal against metal rough against the circular grind that gives you nothing. you stare into the empty chamber of your grinder, at the few sad grains of keef clinging to the screen. it's bone dry like your bank account and your phone lights up on the coffee table, the notification practically taunting you.

low balance: $14.32

the thought of two long days until your next paycheck and that familiar acidic worry curls in your stomach because it's been a long week– hell, a long month, and all you wanted was to relax and to let the weed blur out the stress for a bit but you can't afford that right now.

your options are trash: ‘borrow money you can't pay back?’, ‘spend the next few days tense and irritated?’, or... the last option. the one option you shoved into the back of your mind like a glass case labeled "IN CASE OF EMERGENCY"

you swore you'd never do it and the idea was never spoken of but just something underneath the surface of how your plug acted. the extra long looks, the random discount he didn't have to give, and his occasional flirty responses were the pretty privileges you had with connie.

he never pushed, never asked, and never said anything out loud but you weren't stupid. you knew if you ever hit him up while broke then he'd take payment another way and you swore you'd never get that desperate but desperation is ugly and persistent as it wears you down and strips your pride until need is the only thing left.

the worst part is he's not even unattractive but he's fine as hell with his perfect teeth smiles, soft eyes, and lean but muscular build. it wouldn't be awful but it would just be... a trade. your hands slightly shake while you grab your phone and start typing with your heartbeat loud in your ears as every letter feels like you're crossing a line you swore you wouldn't.

u in the area?

the message sends as the blue bubble sits there and you hold your breath. now, you hope he won't answer that maybe something will save you from this even though you’ve already sent the text but the typing bubbles show up instantly.

for u? always. need me to drop?

your stomach sinks at the quick response. it’s like he knows your schedule and he's just waiting for you to text him. you can't bring yourself to write the real truth so you type something simpler.

yeah. my place.

his reply comes back fast - too fast.

omw

you've got maybe fifteen minutes. fifteen minutes to shower, brush your teeth, make yourself look decent, and to mentally prepare for what you're about to do. you move on autopilot as the hot shower does nothing to rinse off the shame creeping over you. after your shower, you throw on a clean tee shirt and shorts, the fabric feeling flimsy like they're not doing anything for you. you remind yourself it's just sex, just a physical trade for something you want - something you need.

when the knock comes, it's soft but it makes you jump. you take a breath and force a smile that feels wrong as you open the door and there he is. connie springer, standing there with his usual relaxed grin and he's holding a small paper bag but he doesn't hand it over. his eyes do a quick but slow scan of you from your damp hair to your bare legs then back to your face.

"hey," he says, voice eerily casual. "long time no see."

"hey, connie," you manage to get out even though the words were thin. "come in."

he steps inside and you close the door behind him. the soft click feels heavier than it should as your place suddenly feels small and the air dense with tension. he doesn't walk to the living room but he just stands in the entryway while watching you.

"so," he says while shifting a little. his smile is gone and his expression is neutral as he observes every inch of you. "paycheck running late this month or what?"

the bluntness hits straight to the bone as you feel heat crawl up your neck. "something like that," you say quietly as your eyes dropped to a scuff on the floor. "that's tough." he steps closer and you smell his cologne. "you know i look out for my favorite customers."

you force yourself to meet his eyes as his stare is steady and unblinking. this is the moment, he's putting the offer on the table, and he knows you don't have leverage.

"i don't have much cash right now," you say, the words thick and humiliating.

"i know," he says with a gentler tone this time. he lifts a hand and brushes a strand of hair off your cheek and the touch is barely there but it sends a shiver down your spine. "we can figure something out."

and he did figure something out as you now lay on your naked stomach with your face pressed into your pillow and your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you hear the rustle of his clothing and the soft thud of his shoes hitting the floor. the mattress dips behind you and the warmth of his body presses against your back. his weight is grounding as he leans down next to you while propped up on one elbow as one hand strokes your back from your shoulders down to the curve of your waist.

"relax," he murmurs with his voice close to your ear. "this is the fun part."

his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls them down your legs. you kick them off, the last barrier between you now gone and a cool draft hits your skin raising goosebumps. he shifts and you feel his knee nudge your legs apart.

his fingers, now slick with saliva, find your aching hole and you jolt as he slides one inside, then two, his touch shockingly intimate. he moves slowly at first while stretching you and getting you used to the feel of him. you bury your face deeper into the pillow as a muffled sound of protest and pleasure escaped your throat.

"you're so tight," he groans as his own breathing grows heavier. "so wet for me."

he pulls his fingers out and you hear the sound of him unwrapping a condom. a second later, you feel the blunt tip of his cock pressing against your entrance and you tense while bracing yourself.

"look at me," he says.

you turn your head as your eyes meet his in the dim light. his face is taut with desire as his jaw clenches. he's not smiling anymore and it’s replaced with pure lust. he pushes into you in one slow thrust as a cry is torn from your throat, a mix of pain and pleasure. he's thick and filling you completely. he stays still for a moment while letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside you as his hips are flush against the round of your ass.

then, he begins to move and it's a slow but steady rhythm. the sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the small room as he keeps his eyes locked on yours while watching every flicker of emotion on your face. it's intense and unnerving to the point you feel like a specimen under a microscope.

but your body, that betrayer, is responding to every thrust as a wave of pleasure builds deep inside you, overriding the shame and the regret. you close your eyes trying to lose yourself in the sensation but he won't let you.

"no," he grunts as his hand comes up to cup your jaw while forcing you to look at him. "i want to watch you cum." he increases his pace as his thrusts become harder and deeper. he's hitting a spot inside you that makes your vision swim and your toes curl. you can't hold back the sounds anymore as soft moans spill from your lips with every thrust.

his control finally breaks as his eyes squeeze shut and a low growl rumbles in his chest. his thrusts become frantic and desperate as he chases his release. you feel the pleasure building, a tight coiling knot in your core and it's close. so close. he thrusts into you one last time, his whole body going rigid as he comes with a guttural groan that echoes in the quiet room. you feel your own release shatter through you and a wave of heat comes over you that leaves you trembling and feeling boneless.

he collapses on top of you as his weight presses you into the mattress and his ragged breaths hot against your neck. you lie there, limp and dazed, as the smell of sex and sweat is thick in the air. after a few moments, he rolls off you and the sudden absence of his warmth is jarring. you hear him moving around the room while getting dressed and you don't move nor do you turn to look but you just lie there while listening to the sounds of the ‘transaction’ ending.

the mattress dips again as he sits on the edge and you feel something land softly on the sheet beside your head. "that should last you a while," he says as his voice goes back to its usual nonchalant tone. "it’s a half ounce. my best shit."

you turn your head slightly and a tight baggie of green sits there, a stark contrast to your pink pillowcase. "hit me up when you run out," he says as he leans over and plants a quick but passionless kiss on your cheek and then he's gone as the front door clicks shut leaving an unnerving silence. your apartment smells like him and on your stained sheets the baggie of weed still sits like a trophy. you reach out as your fingers close around it and the plastic crinkles.

you got what you needed so why do you feel so empty? and why is a small part of you already wondering when you'll see him next?

© 𝕥𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕. 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕. 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕪, 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜.

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𐙚⋆. synopsis: your husband has gotten to the age where he can barely keep up with you in foreplay. no worries though, you never let your husband do all the work by himself, even if he tries to let his pride get in the way!

𐙚⋆. character: toji fushiguro

𐙚⋆. cw: explicit sexual content, old man!toji, explicit language (praising, dirty talk), couch foreplay, dom/sub dynamics (slight! switch toji), age gap, fingering, oral (male receiving), dry humping

your husband's age had started to show in small and quiet ways like the stiffness in his shoulders when he got up too fast or the way he'd roll his neck and mutter something under his breath about "getting old." toji still carried himself like he was indestructible with that same calm and unbothered confidence that drew you to him in the first place but you could see it in the tiny betrayals of time catching up.

you never minded it. you'd known from the start that his forties would come with slower mornings and tired sighs but you'd already decided that you'd love every version of him, even the ones marked by grey at his temples. when he catches sight of those stray grey strands in the mirror and he'll huff while pretending not to care until you're standing behind him and asking if he’s ready for another dye job. with your gloves on, you gently run the black dye through his hair as his eyes drift close and the tension in his jaw fades as you run your fingers through. sometimes he'll murmur something soft, almost like an apology for aging at all but you hush him before he can finish.

because to you— the silver hairs, the baby wrinkles, and the rough edges of him— they're proof of everything he's lived through and if you get to be the one who eases it for him, even a little, then you wouldn't trade it for anything. just like now, as toji shifts his weight on the worn sofa and the leather sighs under him. "you're relentless tonight," he muttered with his voice thick and his fingers tangled in your hair. it’s more reflex than guidance as you moved with a slow and deliberate rhythm.

his breath hitched as you took him deeper and your lips sealing tight around him. toji's hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck with his calloused palm rough against your skin. he wasn’t pushing you down nor demanding, just anchoring himself. you felt the tremor in his thighs and the coiled tension in his abdomen as he fought to stay still and to not thrust upward into the warmth of your mouth. he bit his lower lip as a low and frustrated sound escaped him when you pulled back just enough to let cool air brush the wetness you'd left behind on his cock. "tease," he growled, but there was no heat in it, only surrender wrapped in tiredness. you met his lidded eyes while holding his gaze as your tongue traced a slow and deliberate path to his tip that made his fingers dig into the sofa leather.

the taste of him was salty but familiar and it lingered on your tongue as you pulled away completely, leaving his cock flushed and glistening in the low light. you caught the frantic hitch in his chest, the way his knuckles whitened against the leather, and deliberately slowed your movements, running a single fingertip along the underside vein of his cock. "easy papa," you murmured, your voice a low hum against the heaters buzz.

a low growl tore from toji's throat as his hand shot out and his fingers locked around your wrist with bruising intensity. you barely registered the dizzying shift in perspective as he hauled you onto the leather beside him. one leg hooked over yours while pinning your hip as he rolled you onto your back beneath him. his eyes held yours like he was daring you to move. "my turn," he rasped, the words thick and ragged, leaving no room for argument. his free hand slid beneath the waistband of your pajamas as his fingers seeked for the damp heat you hadn't realized was pooling so quick. you gasped while arching from the sudden invasion as his calloused fingertips found your clit instantly. he started circling with a pressure that was knowledge learned from countless nights mapped onto your skin. a low moan escaped you while being echoed by the soft groan rumbling in his chest as he felt your slickness coating his fingers.

toji's gaze didn't waver as it locked onto yours with a predatory focus as his thumb pressed hard against your clit in strokes that sent shockwaves through your body. you writhed beneath him but his leg pinned you effortlessly and the heat of his body trapped you against the leather as his fingers worked deeper inside of you and curling just right. "fuck-" you choked out as your nails dug into his bicep. he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "that's it," he growled low as the vibration mingled with the slick sounds between your legs. "cum f’me baby." his command was edged with the same roughness that defined his hands.

tearing another fractured cry from your throat, you arched, desperate for more friction but the iron bar of his thigh held your hips pinned while forcing you to take the rhythm he dictated. heavy winds mixed with snow lashed against the windowpane, a frantic counterpoint to the slick and obscene sounds filling the small space that mingled with your choked gasps. his eyes burned into yours while absorbing every tremor and every desperate flutter of your lashes as you came on his fingers.

his grip on your waist tightened abruptly while hauling you upward in a rough and effortless motion. before you could grasp the shift, you were straddling him with your knees sinking into the worn leather cushion on either side of his hips. the thick heat of him pressed against your core that was slick and pulsing even through the thin barrier of your shorts. toji's gaze raked over your face as his hands settled low on your backside and his fingers dug possessively into the curve of your ass. "move," he commanded, the word thick and ragged, stripping away any lingering pretense of control you thought you had. you rocked forward experimentally as the friction dragged a sharp gasp from your lips and a choked groan from deep within his chest, a sound that vibrated against your skin where his forehead pressed hard against your collarbone.

the rhythm started slow but the sensation quickly proved too much for the both of you. your hips stuttered while losing their careful pace as pleasure overtook you. you bucked against him, desperate and clumsy while chasing the friction where his cock strained against the damp fabric separating you. toji's harsh breaths ghosted hotly against your neck as his fingers tightened convulsively on your hips while trying and failing to steady your frantic movements. his own thrusts grew erratic and turned into shallow jerks upward to meet you as if he couldn't decide whether to let you take control or hold you still. a low and broken curse escaped him that was muffled against your skin as your slick heat soaked through the layers and drove him wild.

the desperate clumsiness dissolved into your thighs clenching hard around his hips as the slick drag intensified. the thin barrier of fabric soaked and useless now, amplifying every ridge, and every throbbing pulse of him against your aching clit. toji's ragged curses dissolved into a low and continuous growl vibrating against your shoulder blade. he tried to lift his hips, seeking deeper contact but his movements were jerky and uncontrolled while he was overwhelmed by the sheer sensory overload. his grip on your hips faltered as his fingers slid uselessly against your sweat slicked skin as you ground down harder while trying to keep up with the messy rhythm.

"y-you're so sexy like this papa," you moaned out as your palms slid up the rigid plains of his abdomen, feeling the tremor beneath his sweaty skin as your hips rolled in a relentless rhythm now. "i l-love watching yo-ughhh... watching you come undone." his eyes flew open while meeting yours and a raw vulnerability was there, something you rarely saw. his breath hitched and not from the pleasure tearing through him but from being seen this way– being stripped of control.

"s-so strong," you murmured as your thumbs traced the straining tendons in his neck where his head thrashed against the leather. "even now papa. especially now." a choked sound escaped him that was half protest and half surrender. it didn’t feel like gentle praise to him, it felt like the you were slicing through his need for control. you leaned down as your lips brushed against the shell of his ear. "let go f’me papa. i want all of you." the words landed like weights anchoring him further into the storm. his hips jerked upward in sharp and uncontrolled thrusts as a raw gasp teared from his throat as your praise stripped another layer of his control. his fingers scrabbled against your back, seeking leverage but found only the slick heat of skin stretched taut over muscle again. "y-you…fuckkk... you don't let up," he choked, the accusation thick with surrender as his eyes burned into yours even as his eyelids fluttered. "not for a fuckin’ second."

you felt him tensing beneath you, the desperate clench of his thighs against yours, and the frantic pulse against your clit signaling he was tipping over the edge. "not until you cum for me pa." your hands slid up while framing his face and forcing his wild and unfocused gaze to hold yours. "cum papa. f’me please." his eyes widened as a flicker of panic battled the overwhelming pleasure before he drowned completely as another wave of pleasure seized him. a strangled cry tore from his lips that was harsh and raw as his hips arched violently off the sofa, pressing himself impossibly deeper against you.

heat bloomed and suddenly it was wet and thick, soaking through the thin fabric between your bodies in pulsing jets. his hips jerked in short and frantic spasms while driving himself against your clit with each helpless thrust as his release tore through him. you felt every tremor like the raw clench of his thighs around your hips, the frantic pulse of his cockhead grinding against your core, and the shuddering breaths that tore from his chest like punches. his fingers dug bruisingly into your hips while holding you anchored against the relentless waves as he spilled himself against you, utterly undone.

the aftershocks pulsed against your clit like fading drumbeats as warm wetness soaked your thighs with toji collapsed beneath you, breathless and trembling. you stayed pressed close, your lips grazing the damp skin beneath his jaw, tasting salt and feeling his heart hammering against your chest. his ragged breaths warmed your shoulder as they grew slower and heavier, each exhale a sigh weighted with exhaustion. pride bloomed warm and quiet in your own chest. not just at his release but at witnessing his walls come down and letting you take control.

© 𝕥𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕. 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕. 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕪, 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜.

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𐙚⋆. synopsis: eating? one of onyankopon’s favorite things to do, especially when it’s you!

𐙚⋆. character: onyankopon kobe

𐙚⋆. cw: explicit sexual content, rough sex (dom!ony, dirty talking, slight! nipple play), kitchen sex (counter sex), oral (fem receiving), husband! onyankopon, explicit language

onyankopon was the kind of man who could never say no to a good plate of food. especially if it came from your hands. onyankopon swore nothing in this world hit like your cooking. even when he'd come home bone tired and smelling like the road and gasoline, the second that scent of whatever you had simmering hit him, he was at the table like it was gospel.

"baby, you ain't even changed yet," you laughed as you watched him pull out a chair with one hand and reach for a spoon with the other.

"food smell too damn good," he mumbled around his first bite while his eyes already rolled back. "you tryna kill me with this, huh?"

you leaned on the counter with your arms crossed, amused. "you act like i don't feed you every day."

"you do," he said while swallowing and licking his lips. "you feed me love. that's what this is. love in a pot."

he cleaned his plate like he hadn't eaten all day, then leaned back while rubbing his stomach with a satisfied sigh. "ain't nobody cook like my wife," he said as his gaze flicked up to you with that look. the one that always meant trouble.

you tilted your head, instantly catching it. "what?"

"just sayin'," he murmured while standing to come up behind you, his voice lower now as his breath brushed against your ear. "you always feedin' me somethin'." his hands slid around your waist as his warm palms traced your curves, "and baby...you know i don't miss a meal."

he hoisted you onto the cool laminated surface with one swift motion as dishes rattled nearby. your gasp came as his calloused hands pushed your thighs apart. "bab-" you breathed but his mouth was already demanding to be between your legs as his teeth grazed fabric. he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your pajama shorts while peeling them down your hips with impatient tugs. the air hit your skin so cool and abrupt.

"no more talkin'," he growled against you as the vibration hummed deep. his tongue pressed flat and wet through the thin cotton still covering you. you gasped as your fingers knotted in his work shirt as he sucked hard while dragging the damp fabric aside. he moaned into you lowly like he was satisfied that he had the first taste of a long awaited feast.

the counter edge dug into your thighs as he yanked your hips flush against his mouth. his thumbs pressed circles into your inner thigh flesh while spreading you wider with his tongue flicking relentless. the first strokes were short and sharp licks followed by broad sweeps. every nerve lit as you arched while crying out as his teeth grazed your clit. he was teasing before his lips sealed around it while sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. dishes rattled dangerously as you pushed back against him.

his hands slid under your ass and lifted you to meet each desperate thrust of his tongue. there was nothing gentle in this hunger. it was only humid heat, the sound of slick and tongue, and his ragged breaths echoing in the quiet kitchen. "taste so good baby," he gasped against you with a slightly needy voice. "can do this shit forever." then he drove deeper as his tongue plunged inside while his thumb rolled tight circles on your pulsing clit. the tension coiled and snapped like a sharp bloom of heat shuddering through you. his free hand slid up your stomach, fingers rough and possessive beneath your shirt, pinching your nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp.

"ouu– imma fuck the shit outta you girl," he growled against your wet skin as the words vibrated through you. he pulled back abruptly while panting and eyes filled with hunger. his hands fumbled at his belt buckle, the clink of metal loud in the sudden quiet before he freed himself, thick and straining. he gripped your hips again while dragging you forward until you felt the tip press against your entrance. one thrust and he was buried inside you to the hilt, a deep moan tearing from his throat as your walls clenched around him. "fuck. always so tight." he held you there a moment, trembling with his forehead pressed to yours and breathing ragged.

he pulled back almost completely before slamming into you again, setting a brutal pace that rattled the stacked plates beside you. the sound of metal clattered against tile from a forgotten spoon. your legs locked around his waist as your heels dug into the small of his back as he fucked you into the counter's edge, each thrust forcing a choked sound from your throat. you felt every ridge and every pulse of him as the slap of skin echoed off the cabinets. his breath came in harsh bursts against your neck as his teeth started biting your neck. "say it," he demanded hoarsely while his fingers dug bruises into your hips. "say who you belong to."

your vision blurred, and not from tears, but from the sheer force of him filling you, stretching you, and the countertop bruising your spine. you clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving red trails as he drove deeper and faster trying to chase his own release. "ony-" you choked out but his mouth crashed over yours, swallowing your cry as his hips stuttered. he came with a whimpering moan, spilling hot and thick cum inside you as his body shuddered against yours. still buried deep, he kissed you again, slow this time, almost tender. his tongue tracing your lips before pulling back just enough to whisper with a slight laugh,

"you my favorite meal."

© 𝕥𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕. 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕. 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕡𝕪, 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜.

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𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𓆤

𝜗𝜚 𝕛𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕜𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟 𝜗𝜚

𐙚!!── toji x reader

⤷ synopsis: your husband has gotten to the age where he can barely keep up with you in foreplay. no worries though, you never let your husband do all the work by himself, even if he tries to let his pride get in the way!

𝜗𝜚 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝜗𝜚

𐙚!!── onyankopon x reader

⤷ synopsis: eating? one of onyankopon’s favorite things to do, especially when it’s you!

𐙚!!── constance x reader

⤷ synopsis: you told yourself that you’d never give it up for your plug but what happens when that paycheck is late? it’s time to give up that twat to connie!