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venusandsaturnsrings · 18 days

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Many thoughts of guard dog boothill... -chubby darling anon

MY SWEET!! thank u for sharing the boothill brain mwah mwah!! love u always U^ェ^U

there’s an issue, however… boothill doesn’t make a very good bodyguard, much less a guard dog. he has a habit of causing more trouble than he protects you from, something about his ego, which means that the second he gets even the slightest idea that someone’s looking at you a bit too long?? he’s lunging at them. all sharp teeth on display as he loads his gun with whatever bullets he can grab, inside or outside his body. even if the person was just looking past you, boothill sees it as a personal slight; they were obviously trying to rile him up!!

he’s not exactly the kind of guy i can imagine in a hybrid scenario, mainly because he’s such a mashup of parts already, but a being a dog would suit him… perhaps an australian shepherd… food for thought…

anyways, hiring him as your body guard?? a bad choice and also very bold of you to assume he’d agree!! he’s the travelling type, being a galaxy ranger, so consider this: forbidden lovers.

you were the esteemed child to an esteemed set of parents that expected no less than perfection of you. on one such interastral expedition, boothill happened to be on your planet for reasons he wouldn’t disclose but it all came down to an evening you shared. there was a reception of sorts for an upcoming book your family had endorsed, so you were expected to attended and, at your mothers word, perhaps look for a suitable partner. this particular breed of gathering wasn’t your speed, nor did you have any interest in scouting amongst the primarily geriatric body of people for a potential spouse. inevitably, you ended up tucked off on a balcony, some sort of fruity cocktail in hand as you idly played with the stir stick and waited out the party to its end. that was until a tall and out of breath gentleman stumbled onto the same balcony with a sharp whistle and sigh. it took a couple moments for him to notice you timidly staring, but when he did he jerked out a hand for you to shake and announcing himself as ‘boothill’ with a strangely charming accent. thus began a series of secret meetings and stolen kisses between giggles and the walls of places you’d never been; boothill was quite good at expanding your comfort zone.

eventually, your parents did find out and were livid that you’d been fooling around with a ‘no good wanted criminal,’ and demanded you see him one last time to have him turned in to the authorities. they didn’t realize just how slippery he could be or just how you had been waiting on the chance to finally leave so, you slipped out with all that you needed in the middle of the night to a grinning boothill. he promised to take you to even better bars and shooting ranges on much cooler planets so long as you stayed with him (you couldn’t possibly leave now).

#he’s a cutie i’m srry #trying to warm my brain up to guard dog boothill but i’m SAUR stuck on other ideas #i’ll have to dump some hcs soon bc i have a LOT #boothill my beloved teehee #also need a selfship name hmm… bootven?? venhill?? bootnus??? hillnus??#much to think about…#boothill x reader #boothill x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #chubby darling anon my beloved <3

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nishikiace · 8 months

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omg YES bottom ranpo!!!! can I request more for him but as ftm!ranpo✨️💚✨️💚✨️💚✨️💚✨️? if you could make him maybe a bit chubby too because he definitely is with those snacks and it'd be so cute 🥰

anon i love your mind, you're so right

chubby! ftm! bottom! ranpo edogawa

Warnings: top!male!reader, dom!reader - amab anatomy, ftm!character - afab anatomy, chubby!character, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, office sex, thigh fucking

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you are so incredibly lucky and blessed to see this side of ranpo.

this side being between his spread legs, at his cute panties, with the wet spot that's growing bigger the longer he feels you staring. if you lightly touch that spot with your fingertip and press into his hole through the fabric, ranpo will jolt and squeeze his thighs around your hand with a desperate whine

he likes to think he can predict you with his ability, but it doesn't help him when you are making out with his cunt so hungrily and suckling his pulsing clit between your lips. every fuck of your tongue has him arching his back and wailing and scrambling to grip his hands in your hair to push you closer

he's addicted to having you eat him out, spending hours with his feet twitching in the air as you wring orgasm after orgasm out of his soft body

the lack of refractory period leaves his cunt regularly puffy, bright red and swollen. ranpo's needy and spoiled like that - he wants your attention on him and his mouth and his pussy

if you spend time with the ada, prepare to be fucked with and teased for hours. ranpo can and WILL get away with riling you up when you're at work. his hands lingering on your torso, thighs brushing when he walks by, and whispers in your ear about how wet he is for you

that's why you have to fingerfuck him on his desk in the ada office, after hours. maybe even during day breaks in the bathroom. the only sounds in the room should be his breathless moans and high-pitched squeaks and the loud squelching of his fat pussy around your fingers

make a slip and slide out of his desk

honestly don't even undress him, just fuck him in his cute little detective uniform with his trousers down his ankles and shirt ripped open to give you lip access to his puffy nipples

hold him tightly around his soft tummy and fuck his thighs to get revenge for his teasing. refuse to stuff him full unless he squirts from your cockhead rubbing his clit with every thrust

and when you do fuck him, make sure to grab his thick thighs and jiggling ass to leave some bruises, so he feels and sees the aftermath of your cock for days

#top male reader #dom reader #male reader #chubby character #ftm character #bottom character #anime x reader #x reader #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #ranpo edogawa #nishikiace s #nishikiace replies #nishikiace writes

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samsantala · 4 months

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The power of art is the ability to make shitposts like this.

#art #artist #digital art #artists on tumblr #drawing #fantasy #creature #shitpost #meme #pug #dog #pugasus #cute #chubby

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baranarts · 10 months

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Comms i did a while ago for vampirebagel!

#furry #furry girl #furry art #anthro #anthro art #anthro girl #female anthro #art comms open #commissions open #baranarts #chubby #dog fursona #dog furry

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dogontwolegs · 5 months

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the ouppy 🐶🌈 ALSO go follow my brother @catontwolegs!!! he finally made a tumblr WOOPEE

#furry #furry art #fursona #art #furry artwork #furry fandom #furry community #oc artwork #artists of tumblr #artwork #cute #doggy #dog fursona #dog oc #doggo #fluffy #chubby #chubby furry

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cinnamokittykat · 5 months

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A Regular Day at Home (after deployment)

(NSFW) Chubby! Fem! Reader x Doghybrid! König

Summary: You spend a day with a whiny, desperate doghybrid!König.

Tags: Breeding, mild femdom?, hybrid, cunnilingus, whiny male, cuddling, writer is inexperienced with this type of writing. 2k words

DogHybrid! König who you wake up in your big bed with. He may be a big wolf-dog-man-thing, but he still somehow manages to comfortably nuzzle into your neck to bask in your scent. His big, burly arms wrap around your waist, trapping you there until he's ready to get up.

DogHybrid! König who's with you on the weekend, he's off-base for the next few weeks and intends to make up for all the time away from you as a K-9 unit.

Eventually, you manage to wiggle away and make coffee/tea. It doesn't take long for him to wake up and follow you. He whines and pouts for a moment since you left him, but stops when he smells you cooking.

DogHybrid! König who kneels so you can ruffle his long, curly hair and scratch his perky ears. He lays his head on the fat of your hip while you stand over the stove. As you move away from him to grab plates, you feel his hands on your leg, and his sharp teeth softly digging into your pants leg, punctuated with a whine. You stare at him disapprovingly, and he lets go, explaining himself away with "I missed you..."

You sit down to eat together, him insisting that you two are on the couch so he can cuddle you. After you eat, he settles his head on your chest, and his body between your legs as you watch a show together. His tail wags under the blanket, making it move back and forth.

"Y/N, I missed you so much on missions, I want to spend infinite time laying on your soft body... you smell so nice..." He muttered, hair tickling your chin as he began kissing your neck. "König, you can tell me what you want, you know that right?" You tease, giggling as he presses his lips to your collarbone. "It's been weeks... my scent probably faded on you by now..." He continued. You smile and expose your neck more, and he takes the opportunity, rubbing his face on your neck before biting and sucking on your flesh.

Despite the slight pain, you feel relaxed. What's a few more hours of sleep? König wouldn't mind, he would sleep on you forever if he could. The couch was just so nice and warm, and your dog boy was basically a heated blanket...

DogHybrid! König who nudges you awake an hour later, big puppy-dog eyes begging you for something, you aren't sure what in your sleep-addled state. "I know that look, what do you need? You've been good, I'm sure you deserve it." Your dog boy buries his face in your chest out of shyness, and whimpers. "What's wrong?" You urge. Wordlessly, he pulls your hand down and softly rolls his hips forward. You meet his gaze as you feel the already-formed stiffness in his sweatpants, in tandem with a small wet spot that begins to form.

DogHybrid! König protests as you tell him that you have to finish something work-related first, but ultimately he lets you go to your computer, knowing that keeping you there will most definitely not get him anything. He wants to be your good boy, and sometimes it requires patience.

DogHybrid! König who despite promising to not bother you, can't keep himself entertained for long. Not when his erection is getting increasingly more sensitive as time passes. He opens the door to your shared room, listening to make sure you aren't on call.

You don't notice him at first, too entranced with your work until your hybrid parts your thighs with his head. "What are you-" he cuts you off "If I can't mark you now, can I at least please you?" You fake hesitation in a bid to frustrate your hybrid. In response, he places his hands on the waistband of your shorts, a high-pitched whimper emitting from his throat, eyes pleading with you.

DogHybrid! König nearly pulling you off the bed with your shorts the second you utter the words "Ok, I suppose you can..." Immediately, his tongue is exploring your folds and he's eating you like a man starved. "Sweet boy, you waited so long for this didn't you?" You mused while carding his hair with your fingers. His fluffy tail thwacked back and forth with reckless abandon. "Mhmm..." He isn't really paying attention, too busy going from concentrating on your clit to lapping up the juices leaking from your hole.

DogHybrid! König diligently continuing to lap at your heat while you keep typing away. The feeling of his wet tongue along with your thighs having something to squeeze between them brings a feeling of relaxation difficult to recreate with other means. After you finish your document, you lay back to enjoy the sensation.

DogHybrid! König who upon realizing you aren't having the bed-shaking reactions he hoped for, increases the pressure of his tongue on your clit and the speed at which he's eating you out. His huge hands grip your plush thighs as he buries his face in your pussy. It isn't long before you feel the pleasure creeping up on you. You instinctively grip his hair, pushing his head down a bit. As your orgasm takes control of you, you cry out and almost suffocate König between your thighs while he carries you through it.

DogHybrid! König shifting his face downwards as your orgasm cools down to focus on your hole as it clenches on nothing, your cum dripping out as it does. His tongue swipes in and out and around, swallowing everything. Like a "G... good... boy..." You say, out of breath. Immediately his ears perk up, and he rises from the floor to get on the bed with you. "Are you finally down with your work? My... It's starting to hurt..." He stares at you, longing in his pretty eyes. "Bitte..." He whines lowly. There is now a more prominent wet spot on the front of his sweatpants.

You smile, loving seeing him in his most desperate state outside out of a rut. "Hmmm, your tongue made me feel wonderful, but I'm just not sure I can get over how pathetic it was that you couldn't wait for an hour before you had to have your face in between my thighs."

DogHybrid! König whose ears flatten to his head. It stings to be called pathetic. He wasn't pathetic, he was your strong, scary but ultimately good and obedient boy. With a swift motion, he jumped on the bed, climbing on top of you. "I am not pathetic!" König exclaimed, muffled by him burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Am I not allowed to miss my mistress?" The feeling of teeth grazing your neck grew more intense as your dog-boy searched for a place to mark. "Oh, my sweet sweet puppy, I'm just messing with you, you know that?" He huffs in response and paws at your soft chest, squeezing your breasts somewhat aggressively. "You're my wonderful, strong, obedient, and very handsome man."

Emboldened, DogHybrid! König nearly rips your shirt off. Of course, you aren't wearing a bra as it's your own home, and it reflects in the goofy, adorable smile on your dog boy's face. You cup them both, urging him out of his temporary trance. He remembers where he is and starts playing with your tits, kissing you hungrily.

You kiss him back, palming his bulge through his boxers. In response, he ruts into your palm, cock twitching and leaking. Little whimpers coming from his throat are almost artful. He pulls his boxers down, and his cock springs out, brushing against your soft stomach.

DogHybrid! König positions himself between your legs, length dragging against your pussy for a moment, before prodding your entrance with the tip. You grab his jaw to get his attention, forcing him to look at you. "Be a good boy for me just a bit longer, will you? Lay on your back." You coo. Eager to please, he lays on his back dutifully while you straddle him.

You knew that he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you, but that wasn't your problem. If anything, you were doing him a favor by teasing him, right? It makes the result more rewarding. You tease him with your slick folds rubbing on the underside of his cock. He meets you with thrusting hips, his head pressed into the pillow from pleasure. Your orgasm almost reaches you for a second time, but an unfortunately timed thrust has his tip far inside your tight walls.

A whoreish moan erupts from König's throat as he holds your hips still with a vice-like grip to not come immediately. You would surely have bruises later, but what did it matter?

DogHybrid! König who is finally overtaken with more primal base instincts, flips you both over so you're under him once again and at his mercy. You thank the heavens that you were already wet, the stretch still burning a bit as he slowly bottomed out within you.

The sounds of skin slapping together and your moans fill the room, soon accompanied by ones from the dog-boy on top of you. His hands were all over you, savoring the body he missed on his last deployment. You share the occasional passionate kiss, but König is focused on scenting and marking you in any way possible. After all the time spent away from each other, countless calls and texts, and nights spent alone, being in bed reunited could not be more rewarding. His dog tags glinted on the nightstand next to you.

You'll be surprised if you can even walk properly tomorrow, the way your hybrid is abusing your cunt. His hips slam into yours, your ass and thighs taking the brunt of the trauma. The room is full of the smell of sex.

All of a sudden, König's moans change to growls, and he sinks his teeth into your neck just enough to break the skin. His pace speeds up drastically. "pleasepleaseplease let me come inside, bitte you feel so fucking good, schiesse, please, I'll be... such a good mate!" You look at him while your walls tighten "Are you asking me to let you breed me?" You ask, feigning innocence. "Wanna see you full of my pups..." He growls out, eyes rolling back in his head.

You let out a scream as your orgasm overtakes you, an explosion of heat throughout your body has your legs wrapped around his waist and your pussy clamping down on him. He isn't far behind either, and his lover moaning his name would not spare him.

DogHybrid! König's hips stutter and press flush to your body. "I'll take care of you, I promise (y/n)... I'll be so good for you!" He cries out as ropes of cum spill inside of you. You shakingly hold the back of his head with one hand and rub his ears, the other hand he gripped firmly, your fingers tiny next to his.

You catch your breath together, he having settled over top of you just enough so you could feel his weight but not enough to crush you. "Are you sure you aren't in a rut, sweet boy?" You tease. "If I was, you wouldn't have gotten any work done." He replies. "Either way, you want to tell me what you meant by 'a good mate'?" You press, shifting out from under him to clean up. This was met with much resistance.

DogHybrid! König who immediately pulls you onto his chest and earns a yelp of surprise from you. His strong arms keep you flush against his torso as he whines and breathes in your scent. "Don't leave, (y/n)." You concede and lay your head in the crook of his neck. "After belonging to you for so long, seeing how well you take care of me, it's been near torture for me to not see you pregnant with our pups... if you would allow that even..."

You sigh and roll over to face him. "I think that sounds wonderful." You smile and share one more kiss with him before you both eventually go to clean each other up.

#konig #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig fanfiction #cod x you #hybrid #chubby reader #dog hybrid #DogHybrid!Konig

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flametrashira · 2 months

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Pairing: Chūya x chubby!f!reader

Content guidance: NSFW. Very self-indulgent. Cunnlingus. P in V. Creampie. No dom/sub dynamic. Reader is chubby. Chūya is very smitten. Approx 2.7k words.

Chūya is pretty good at leaving his shit at the front door.

He has to, for your protection as well as his. You both agreed from the outset that the less you know about Port Mafia business the better. Besides, the things he does on a daily basis, the people he– no, he doesn’t need to burden you with that.

Still, you know enough: he’s an executive in the Port Mafia, a position he didn't earn by being a nice boy. You knowingly swan around in the penthouse he bought with blood money but he doesn’t want to drag you into the nitty gritty.

But when he comes home after a particularly long and nasty mission, kicking off his shoes and hanging his hat by the door, the dark clings to him a little longer than usual.

“You home, sugar?” he asks, his voice a little raw and rough. He’s used it a lot the past few days.

“Is that my strawberry shortcake?” you reply from the living room where he can’t see you.

Clever girl. You always remember the new call and response sequence he teaches you each month. The apartment is very secure, but it never hurts to have an extra layer of protection. Yeah baby, it's me, means danger.

“Home at last and ready for your lovin’, doll,” he says, letting you know it’s all clear as he wearily shrugs off his windbreaker and hangs it on the hook beside his hat.

He hears the smooth grind of the sideboard drawer closing while you put away the pistol he’s taught you to take out whenever you hear the front door unlock. For a moment he reflects on the grim fact that you have to do this at all, that loving him has dragged you into a world where you don’t feel fully safe. A twinge of guilt rises in his throat like nausea, but it’s quickly settled when he sees you appear at the end of the hallway.

Your light chases away the lingering dark.

It’s only been a few days since he saw you, but hot damn, do you ever get his pulse racing. It’s late so you’re in your pajamas– little shorts, comfy tee– every soft, ample curve of your body barely hidden behind flimsy lightweight fabric he could so easily tear apart.

Chūya's lips slant into a smirk. “Well damn, baby. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You smile and hurry toward him as he steps toward you, lips colliding, hands tangling in each other’s hair as he scoops you up into his arms and groans at the way you wrap those soft, thick thighs around his narrow waist. Lifting you isn’t a problem, not when he controls gravity.

“There ain’t a damn thing in this world makes me happier than comin’ home to you,” he says between kisses, gazing up at you, the pair of you bathed in the scarlet glow of his ability. “I don’t know what I did to deserve such a pretty girl, but I sure as hell ain’t complainin’.”

Times like these, he loves his gift. Sure, it saves his life, it's made him rich, and allows him to be a total badass in combat. But this, sweeping you off your feet like you damn well deserve, is by far the best use of it. He kisses you the entire way to the living room where he sinks down on the couch with you sat astride his lap, and there he deactivates his ability and sighs contentedly beneath the weight of you.

“Chū...”

“Shh shh,” he silences you with delicate kisses, knowing exactly what you’re about to say. The same old protests: you’re too heavy, you’ll squish him, you’re worried he can’t breathe. None of it is true. You’re perfect for him, every inch, every pound. “I love it. I need it, baby. I need to feel you.”

You relent, melting a little as he places his gloved hand on your cheek, caressing its curve with his thumb. The pair of you are smitten with each other, and the moment your doubt subsides you kiss him again, craving him just as much as he craves you.

You lean into him and hold him tight, letting him sink into the comfort of your warmth and softness. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He shifts his hips beneath you so you can feel just how crazy you’re driving him.

You chuckle and raise an eyebrow as you feel the bulge of his dick press against your ass, already rock hard from just a few kisses. “Oh?”

“Yeah…I really missed you.”

“Well I guess I have some business to take care of, huh?”

Your smile makes his heart flutter. He holds up his hand to you, dick twitching as you methodically remove his black leather gloves, knowing that any second he'll get to feel the softness of your skin against his palms. And the moment his hand is free it’s under your shirt, caressing the plush of your belly, tracing your curves, teasing the waistline of your pajama shorts.

“God… need you real bad,” he sighs, his cock aching just from the feel of you. He’s tired; the last few days have drained him as these missions always do. But when he’s with you, Chūya doesn’t have to fight tooth and claw. He can lose himself in you, forget the world for a little while and feel the weariness lift. “You know you almost got me killed?”

“I did?”

He smirks, his bare hands sliding around your hips and into your shorts to cup the soft flesh of your ass. “Distractin’ me. I was too busy thinkin’ about this and nearly got myself shot.”

“You were thinking about my ass?”

“Heh, always, you know that. But I mean bein’ with you like this. Gettin’ to touch you again.” His hands travel up your back, pushing up your shirt to expose your body to his adoring gaze. “Missed my pretty girl.”

Your blushing cheeks are so goddamn cute when you smile. It makes his heart flutter and his cock throb. As a port mafia executive he’s come to appreciate the finer things in life, the luxuries he grew up thinking he’d never get to experience, and that most certainly extends to you. And you are luxurious; so soft and pretty he can’t keep his eyes off you as you remove your shirt and get to work unbuttoning his.

His abdomen flexes beneath your touch, his slanted grin fading with his growing arousal, fingers sinking into the pillows of your thighs. God, he’s wanted this so fucking bad. If it were up to him he’d be inside you 24/7. That or—

“You gonna let me taste that pretty pussy of yours? Been dreamin’ about it; havin’ these sexy thighs wrapped round my head. Missed your taste so damn mu–huh–” His breath hitches the moment your lips touch his chest, your kisses so sweet, sending shivers through his body.

Chūya's complexion never allows room for doubt when he’s turned on. His cheeks, the tips of his ears, his throat, his belly, all practically glow pink, letting you and the whole damn world know his tough-guy attitude doesn’t mean shit the moment you have him in your arms.

“Let me take care of you tonight, Chū,” you whisper, your breath tickling his collarbone as you push back the longer section of his silky red hair. “You work so hard. You can just lie back…”

“Aw, c'mon you know that's not my style. I'm a hands-on kinda guy. And I think you underestimate just how much gettin’ you off really turns me on. Seriously, sex without eatin’ pussy is like Christmas without presents. What's the point?”

You laugh, but he means every word. It doesn't matter how shitty his day's been, Chūya Nakahara treats his girl right. He lays you down on the couch, kissing his way down your lush thighs, smirking while he pulls off your shorts and feels you quiver in anticipation beneath his eager lips.

“Gonna make you feel real good, beautiful,” he whispers against your pussy, letting the heat of you wash over him in waves.

He starts with soft kisses, lips caressing your pussy; sweet, adoring pecks at first, then deeper, hungrier, pretty blue eyes watching for your reactions, the ones which sustain him. And god, he fucking loves it; your taste, your scent, the sounds you make, the softness of your pussy lips beneath his eager mouth. No matter how tired he is, even if he could only summon the energy to move a single muscle, you can bet your ass it would be his tongue.

“Fuck, baby you taste so good,” he whispers, teasing your clit with the tip of his nose, relishing the way you twitch and the sound of your fractured breaths. He’s always down to eat you out at any time of the day, but this… right before bed when you haven’t showered since morning and your pussy tastes and smells like pussy is his favorite thing in the world.

His mouth curves into a grin as your fingers tangle in his hair, urging his head down; a clear sign for him to quit teasing you. Far be it from him to deny his queen. The moment he tastes you a groan escapes him. He wants to tell you how pretty you are, how good it feels to please you, how your nectar tastes better than a '64 Romanée, but he knows you’ll get frustrated if he keeps on running his trap instead of putting his tongue to better use. So he shows you instead.

He licks and sucks and kisses your clit, smirking at the sensation of you bearing down against his mouth. He’s so pent up from being away from you it’s a wonder he doesn’t cum right there and then. Your juices drip down his chin, every moan and labored gasp of yours darting straight to his throbbing dick as he devours you. Nothing else matters; not the brutal battles, the missions which went awry, the people who pissed him off. The entire city could go up in flames for all he cares. His universe begins and ends with you and the way he can make you feel with the softest touches.

Everything about it turns him on; your sounds, your taste, the way your stomach judders with the strain of every deep breath, how soft your tits look when you’re lying on your back, your fingers raking over his scalp. He loves the way you throw your head back against the pillow when he pushes back the hood of your clit and licks it fast and eager, how your thighs clamp around his head when you cum, bucking against his mouth. And he loves the way you gasp his name, each syllable carried on a separate breath: “Chū–ya!”

“God, you’re so sexy,” he whispers, kissing his way back up your thighs.

If that’s all you do tonight, he’ll be more than satisfied beating it in the shower later with the taste of your pussy still lingering on his tongue, but his heart flutters as you sit up, holding his face between your hands as you crush your lips against his. God, he could kiss you forever.

“Let me ride you,” you whisper between heated kisses, your words enough to get him throbbing at the thought.

For a man with a reputation as the Port Mafia’s unbeatable badass, he’s nothing but completely whipped when it comes to you. His eager hands tremble as he unbuckles his belt and arches his back, lifting his wiry hips to slide down his pants and boxers, letting his hard-on bounce free.

And the moment your plush thighs are caging his hips, your hot, wet pussy brushing against the head of his cock, he’s done for. His hands grip the top of the couch, surrendering completely to you, teeth sinking into the pillow of his lower lip as you torment him with slow undulations, coating the throbbing head of his cock with your essence. Your fingers traverse his quivering torso, parting the cotton of his shirt to tease and pinch the delicate pink buds of his nipples.

“Oh fuck, baby, don’t know how much longer I can take this teasin’,” he says, voice wavering behind the thickness in his throat. “You’re gonna make me cum before I–”

You cut him off, sinking down onto his cock, enveloping him in the snug, slick heat of your perfect pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, so goddamn good he’s rendered silent for once in his life. It takes a moment for him to notice the red glow surrounding you both, or the fact that he’s inadvertently raised the whole couch two feet off the ground with his gravity manipulation ability.

“Oh… holy shit…” he gasps, trying his best to lower the couch as gently as he can. But it still bangs loudly against the floor, and the impact only jolts him deeper into your pussy, pulling a choked cry from his lips. “Hoh! Fuck.”

You chuckle, steadying yourself by bracing your hands on his abdomen and shifting your hips. “That good, huh?”

“Uh-huh…” he gasps, barely able to string together a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. “S’ good.” He’s so besotted, so utterly pussy drunk, barely able to keep his eyes open as you start to ride him. Your tits bounce so prettily in his face he can’t help but cup them, licking and sucking your nipples getting them all nice and slippery, glistening with his saliva. “Mmh… pretty girl…”

“Fuck, Chū… you’re making me so wet,” you gasp. Just hearing it makes his thighs clench. But he feels it too; you’re so hot, soaked, the sound of your pussy taking him lewd and perfect. He can’t resist thrusting up into you, meeting your stroke with his, supporting you when your back arches from the tingles he’s sending shooting up your spine.

He kisses your throat, your shoulders, your chest; desperate, open-mouthed kisses, needing to keep that contact with you. Neither of you can keep a good rhythm going, but the simple fact that you’re back together, that the night is yours, that you’re tucked away from the constant war on the streets. And fuck, he’s so damn grateful his own sloppy desperation keeps him from cumming right away. Because every minute he delays his climax is one he gets to spend joined with you, lost in your warmth, your softness, the pure addictive sense of being right where he belongs.

God, he could write poetry about the sanctuary of you, untainted by the constant dark he inhabits. Loving you is the one thing he’s ever chosen for himself and yet he had no choice in it at all. How could he not? You’re the softest, loveliest thing he’s ever seen, you make him feel like he’s worth a damn, and you fuck him like the world’s about to end.

“Perfect, baby… so goddamn perfect…” he whispers against your throat, nuzzling into the softness beneath your chin. He slips his hand down past your belly, groaning at the feeling of the slippery mess beneath his fingertips, teasing your swollen clit with his middle finger. The other traces the seam where his cock is buried in your pussy, feeling your cunt stretched around him and the way your muscles twitch and flutter. “Oh fuck…

“Chū…”

The moment you reach your climax, so does he, filling you to the brim as he pants against your chest, wracked with wave after wave of ecstasy which leave him lightheaded. His back arches, lifting his hips, thrusting so deep into you he has to bare his teeth to stop himself from screaming.

“Holy shit…” he gasps as the pulses of his orgasm subside and you wrap your arms around him, snuggling into his arms. “Did I mention how much I missed you?”

It takes a while before he’s ready to stop cuddling, before he’s willing to raise his head and accept that there’s a world beyond you that will beckon him back into the shadows to a world plagued with sorrow. Although the rest of the night still belongs to him and to you. And the darkness is hard to notice when you’re both laughing about how the couch is at least ten feet away from where it originally sat.

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