lamerfish

[lamerfish]

gripping my sheets i am a choso enjoys leglock creampies TRUTHER and i need your take on it so bad

my take on this is that anyone who denies this FACTUAL FACT should be arrested immediately and indefinitely.

because it’s the notion of you wanting to feel it just as bad as he does. it’s knowing that even if he wanted to pull out and release all over your pretty skin he wouldn’t be able to because you’re aching to have him fill you.

his thrusts would become more shallow too, not daring to pull out too much because he needs to be so close to you that it hurts. needs your heels pushing his ass in so that he can get that little bit deeper before he cums.

and he loves how your legs flex and force him impossibly deeper when he does finish. it’s his favourite fucking thing ever—knowing just how desperate you are to be filled up by him that you make it impossible for him to do anything else. he moans the loudest when you’re like this, like he’s almost too loud. it’s bad.

+ you keep your legs locked around his waist even after he’s cum. you’re not letting any of it leak out, what a waste that would be.

[lamerfish]

do you think any of the jjk guys would be into getting pegged?

yea. all of them.

[lamerfish]

Are those photos actually urs? It's so oh my lordtttt

nooo i found them on pinterest, they do however send me into fits of extreme and wild lust

[lamerfish]

you can call me the blighted one. or sir. or your nemesis of the nth degree.

this is my sideblog where messy thoughts, both horny and holy, congregate to be gawked at by you freaks. (love u)

for nsfw drabbles, you can visit my main: @lamefish or my other account @webism

you get the theme. feel free to interact with me here. if you've got a thought about anyone or anything under the sun, i wanna hear it.

y'all seeing this shit ^ god fuck

[lamerfish]

yeah hear me out….100 yr old virgin true form sukuna….😣

oh holy shit yeah im hearing you out, actually im attaching a megaphone the the brainwaves being shared between us so the greater of both hemispheres is hearing you out. started a draft for this on my main...... question is, is he losing his virginity with reader on top or is he fucking r into the mattress for his first time,.......

[lamerfish]

yeahh…road head with gojo…

oh i have thoughts.

because road head with gojo goes one of two ways: you're fooling around in the back seat whilst ijichi or another 'not-paid-enough-for-this' driver pretends they can't hear him groaning as you take him to the base. making eye contact with the driver in the rear view mirror, goading them on to say anything as if they’re not wishing they were in his position just now.

or it’s the less-often times that he drives.

satoru often gets pent up before big events and meetings and the such, and having you by his side makes it none the easier for him to control himself.

“please, baby, i’m so hard it huuurts!” he whines, keeping his eyes on the road the best he can as he drives. “i can’t face the higher-ups like this! they’ll think i’m perverted.”

“you are perverted,” you reply shortly from the passenger seat. your tone doesn’t match the eager way you readjust your position and start working on fishing satoru’s cock from his bow-tight pants. “having me suck your dick while you’re driving. you’re filthy, toru.”

“guilty,” he drums his fingers against the steering wheel—it takes everything inside of him not to abandon his common sense and put his hands to better use by pushing your head down. “please.”

admittedly; he does close his eyes as you finally wrap your lips around his cock. and he does have to swerve to avoid the opposite lane of traffic but he rights himself in an instant and continues driving responsibly—just with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

he’s a mess. it’s a miracle he’s still able to drive relatively safely with the way you’re sucking him—like you’re trying to milk him for all he has. god he loves you.

you have to edge him a little until he reaches a set of traffic lights, coming to a complete stop when it turns red just to squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back in an ecstatic orgasm that wracks through the entirety of his body. he cums deep in your throat at such a speed that you hardly get a chance to taste his release on your tongue.

you pull off him with a messy smile and he rectifies your efforts by meeting you in a sloppy kiss of shared spit and the remnants of his release glossing the both of your lips.

until the car behind you starts honking, because the lights been green for a minute now. oops

[lamerfish]

thank u!!

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mani's fic recs

(updated 1/24)

*all fics are 18+ (mdni)

terry richmond

@megamindsecretlair

i need your lips on mine

'twas the night

sweet escape

ruined

said i wouldn't

made you fall for me

@planetblaque

santa's little tease

@thatone-girly

pretty girl

@nayaesworld

mafioso

@henneseyhoe

lights, camera, action

@rawflwrs

blurb

nanami kento

@rsepetals

office!nanami hcs

@cvpidzcvrse

husband!nanami hcs

@ofourlee

nanami being late for work

@screampied

million dolla baby

@brownsugaboba

christmas with the nanamis

the tension between us

the things you do for me

@lamefish

anniversary

@spliffymae

take a hint

miguel o'hara

@luvrsluxe

miguel request

WWE

@luvrsluxe

roses

bite me

hoochie shorts + hip thrusts

kenshi takahashi

@n3ptoonz

beyond two souls

fontaine/tyrone

@slippinninque

nice 'n slow

@theblacklewinsky

trapped

[lamerfish]

being satoru gojos partner is tough because yes he will pay for you to get your nails done but he also comes with you and gets his own nails done at the same time and spends the entire session talking shit with the nail tech about brenda and those damn duck nails she always gets.

at least your nail colour matches i guess idk

[lamerfish]

kento nanami kisses your knuckles any time the two of you are holding hands. it's almost instinctual, he does it without thinking: just lifts your hand to his mouth and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles before resuming on with whatever he was doing prior.

when one evening you do the same, and lift his knuckles to your lips for a kiss, he laughs. "what was that for?"

and you reply with a lopsided smile, "is there anything wrong with kissing my lover?"

"i suppose not, though i should be the one doting on you. now i'll have to kiss you twice for every kiss you give me."

"i like the sound of that exchange."

[lamerfish]

satoru gojo likes it when you pull his hair.

so much so that when he's between your legs, lapping away at your cunt like it's his full time job, he gets jealous when you grip the sheets instead.

he'll pull away, his lips and chin glistening with your mess, and frown so dramatically that you can't not roll your eyes at him. he's flushed and licking his lips because he misses your taste already, but he's also giving you these awful puppy dog eyes: blue boring into you in a manner almost blinding.

"is the bed sucking on your clit right now?" he points a long finger, one that had just been curling inside of you, right at you.

you blink at him. "you're not either. stop talking, satoru."

"so you hate me."

"i don't—"

"you hate me and you want me to die. i get it."

"shut up," your hand dips down to grab at his hair and forcefully pull him back against your pussy. he moans at the tug and very happily resumes his meal.

high maintenance boyfriends....

[lamerfish]

OKAY, i finally found people that like Dom!Choso. I found my people. (Still love the Sub!Choso girlies tho)

“What did I say to you earlier baby?hm?”

Choso slaps your cheek lightly, enough to snap you out of your daze. Your sat between his Thick fucking thighs with drool and precum all over your face and chin. Your eyes locked onto the hard, red leaking cock infront of you. He’d been fucking your throat for 20 minutes now, as punishment for your behaviour tonight (… does it really count as punishment if your enjoying it so much?)

You had sat on choso’s lap while at a bar with friends and riled him up a bit too much, he had already warned you twice, but when you started grinding on him, he snapped. Dragging you to the car - making up some excuse to your friends that you were too drunk and it was time you guys went home. Only as soon as you got home. You were on your knees crawling over to the man sat on your couch. He had anything but mercy in his eyes

Telling you “You wanted my cock so badly sweetheart, now you have it.” Slapping his heavy cock on your tongue a few times before taking your hair, pushing himself right to the back of your welcoming throat, groaning at the feeling of you gagging around him, he did this a few times before letting you catch you breath.

When you were ready you eagerly slurped his cock up again, taking him as deep as you could. The deep groans that rumbled from his chest making your pussy soaked.

You couldn’t even think straight, too cock drunk to even function, another slap to your cheek, slightly harsher this time as choso waits your answer.

your glossy eyes stare at him as you flutter your lashes “to behave myself” you mustered, squirming under his gaze.

“good,” his huge hand stroking your hair before his deep voice asked again “And what didn’t you do tonight?” he quizzed, the gentle stroking of your hair now turning into a grip on your ponytail. He tugged it lightly, not letting your eyecontact drop for a second

“I didnt behave..” you pouted at him, hoping your innocent face might make him break and just fuck you. Quite the opposite.

Before you could say anything else hes pushing himself to the back of your throat again, sliding in easily with the amount of spit you left on him, its dribbling down your chin at this point.

“No, you didnt did you? Fucking cock hungry slut.” he grunted out as his hips bucked, your eyes rolled back as his salty cum filled your mouth in hot ropes. A deep, fucking hot, groan left him as he emptied his balls

You knew you were in for a rough night… Worth it though.

[lamerfish]

me and u r not the same. you sleep on dom!choso and i sleep with dom!choso

[lamerfish]

kento nanami is an anniversary man. nsfw

you think it's sweet, how he has the date of big events in his life on memory. when it's a loss, he'll take the day off to remember, with his head in your lap as he tells stories of whomever has passed. you listen intently, ask questions about them and watch as your husband recounts every good thing about a person.

he celebrates the good, too. almost excessively. the date you met is circled on the calendar, and kento will wake you up with breakfast in bed and a day of doting to show you just how important this anniversary is to him. you turned his world upside down in the best of ways, and what kind of man is he if not one to celebrate the light in his life?

of course, your wedding anniversary too. it's the one he goes all out for: more often than not you put a weekend aside to take a trip and spend some uninterrupted time together. you'll act as newlyweds again, because you still feel like newlyweds despite the passing years, and you'll be reminded over and over just how lucky you are to have found your soulmate in a man like kento nanami.

a man who is sentimental, and so very in love with you. and also celebrates the first time you had sex.

that first year, he had spent the day doting on you so profusely that you were convinced he was going to propose. he was pulling out all of the stops, taking you out fopr an expensive meal, dosing you with fine wines and so many kisses you could get drunk off the taste of him alone. he took you home, ran you a scented bath and took care of the house while you relaxed.

and of course the night ended in mind blowing sex—as your nights usually do. he had insisted on fucking you in missionary despite his recent penchant for taking you from behind and, once he has ripped two orgasms from you and was working on your third, he let it slip.

“we made love for the first time a year ago today,” he whispers against your lips, cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches deep inside of you. “just like this—looking into each others eyes, three orgasms from you, two from me. fell in love with you that night, do you know that honey?”

“you kept track of the day?” you cant finish your sentence without a moan breaking from your throat. “kento, you’re something else.”

“of course i did. it’s an important date, reaching such intimacies—feeling these beautiful velvet walls of yours for the first time… i’ll never forget it.”

you laugh, though it’s quickly swallowed by a kiss from your lover. he rocks his hips into you, feels every inch of his veiny cock disappear inside. he looks down to watch himself sink into you, though his gaze his brought back when you speak.

“three.”

kento blinks. “three what?”

“orgasms from you. you said you had two, but you came a third time right at the end—i milked you dry and you were so sex-drunk and exhausted but you insisted on making me food.” you reach down and grab his hand, the one that had been cupping at your chest, and hold it up for him to see the gentle scar that runs across his thumb. “you cut yourself slicing the bread because i fucked you mindless.”

it comes back to him in gentle flashes. you had, in fact, milked him of a third release. he had just been so out of his mind with nerves and pleasure that the memory had washed itself clean from his mind. he scolds himself mentally for ever daring to forget a detail about being intimate with you, but smiles.

“i remember,” he says. “you told me sex made you hungry so i wanted to incorporate it into your aftercare…”

“silly man,” you wrap your legs around his waist and lick your ankles behind him. with a gentle nudge, he’s forced that tiny bit deeper inside of you. “my silly man.”

kento moans—his eyes flutter shut and his lips catch between his teeth. he adores you—he really does. so much so that the sheer memory of his first time with you is quickly becoming too powerful of a memory to have.

and you, his beautiful other half, laid beneath him with lustful eyes and parted lips, smile up at him. “are we recreating our first time, ken? is that what this is?”

he nods, a little wordless as he tries to keep his mind straight.

“then i think you know what i’m going to do to you, my love.”

he smiles. “milk me for all i have. it’s all yours anyways.”

you lean up and kiss him. it’s slow, gentle, like your first kiss with him was. you taste him wholly on your lips and thank all the divine beings that may exist for putting such a man in your life’s trajectory. his cock twitches inside of you, he fills you out so perfectly.

still, you smile as you roll your hips up to meet his. “just let me handle the aftercare this time.”

[lamerfish]

when toji was hired to assassinate you, he didn't expect it to end with him in your bed, underneath you and begging you for mercy.

you've been riding him since the sun set, and the early dawn chorus of birdsong outside is starting to break what was otherwise a room full of his groans and whimpers. he's fucked so stupid that he can't remember exactly why a hit was put out on you. maybe it was your lethal pussy, milking him dry like he owes you something. lol.

regardless, he knew he was fucked when he slipped into your apartment in the quiet evening, knife in hand and a plan in mind, just for you to notice him and, rather than scream, smile. what kind of deranged person thinks an assassination attempt on them is foreplay?

you, obviously. because you're riding him through his umpteenth orgasm of the night and toji fushiguro thinks he might be in love with you and the way you take him to the hilt like you've been prepping yourself for him for weeks. when you get tired, he flips the both of you over and renders you boneless in a mating press, an intimacy probably undeserved for a man that entered your home with full intentions of murdering you.

he doesn't need to know you put the hit out on yourself. where else were you meant to find a man with low moral standing and dick as good as this? he can just pay you back for a failed assassination by murdering your pussy some more.

[lamerfish]

when toji was hired to assassinate you, he didn't expect it to end with him in your bed, underneath you and begging you for mercy.

you've been riding him since the sun set, and the early dawn chorus of birdsong outside is starting to break what was otherwise a room full of his groans and whimpers. he's fucked so stupid that he can't remember exactly why a hit was put out on you. maybe it was your lethal pussy, milking him dry like he owes you something. lol.

regardless, he knew he was fucked when he slipped into your apartment in the quiet evening, knife in hand and a plan in mind, just for you to notice him and, rather than scream, smile. what kind of deranged person thinks an assassination attempt on them is foreplay?

you, obviously. because you're riding him through his umpteenth orgasm of the night and toji fushiguro thinks he might be in love with you and the way you take him to the hilt like you've been prepping yourself for him for weeks. when you get tired, he flips the both of you over and renders you boneless in a mating press, an intimacy probably undeserved for a man that entered your home with full intentions of murdering you.

he doesn't need to know you put the hit out on yourself. where else were you meant to find a man with low moral standing and dick as good as this? he can just pay you back for a failed assassination by murdering your pussy some more.

[lamerfish]

✩彡 nanami is always respectful to his elders, never cuts people off in traffic, and always holds the door for others—he's lived his life with nothing but good intentions. so, what did he do to deserve your unfairness?

nsfw + choking + squirting + overstim + nanami and his dirty mouth + pussy eating

nanami liked having his own routine.

it was redundant and mundane: perfect for him. wake up, go to the gym, commute to work, then back home— he deserved it. it was the life he fought for, the simplicity he earned.

so, he liked having his routine. it was his peace.

that was— well, until the pretty-faced college intern, you, tip-toed into his office one otherwise uneventful morning on black french heels to introduce yourself. through long, fluffy lashes that so perfectly framed your excited eyes, you blinked up at him with a smile, offering your hand as your name played on plum lips.

“so soft,” he thought as his fingers smoothed and brushed against your smaller ones. but the realization hit him across the face and he quickly pulled back as if burned, after realizing he was holding onto you like some needy child.

“it’s nice .. ahem nice to meet you,” the words stumbled awkwardly out of his mouth, uneven and unfamiliar making you giggle. the sound sent a faint pink creeping up his neck. his lips part as if to say something, to recover himself and you tilt your head as you wait, expectant. but he can’t seem to get out of his head.

since when did he start getting flustered like this?

he was never the type to stumble over his words or lose his composure—at least .. he hadn’t been. yet here he was, tongue-tied and off balance. it was strange, unfamiliar, and entirely your fault.

that was only the beginning of you and your “unfairness” as nanami liked to call it:

because the way you would only wear the shortest of skirts, black cotton hugging the fat of your thighs and the curves of your hips— soft fabric teasingly riding up when you would sloowwly bend over to pick up paperwork you conveniently only seemed to drop around him .. was unfair.

or the way you’d address him— always calling him sir, your voice dipping just enough to make the word linger in his mind throughout the day. how you’d put emphasis on certain words in a way that felt way too intentional:

“can you come in today? there’s a big project and we’re short o-”

“yes, sir i can come for you” .. was unfair.

the way your hand would ‘casually’ brush and press against his stupidly large biceps, fingers lingering for too long when you spoke to him or how you always, always found an excuse to touch him—a pat on the arm, a feathery graze of your fingertips .. was unfair

but most of all, the way your sweet little pussy would hug and cream around him, milking him for all he was worth and more was just soo fucking unfair.

“keep yourself open for me— mhmmm theeere you go, god. such a pretty pussy” your hands rest on the back of your knees as you pull them to your chest, spreading yourself nice and wide. he’s growling in your ear, feral as he slaps his heavy tip against your little clit, one, two, three times, rubbing himself all over your folds, “so messy for me. must’ve been playing with that greedy pussy on break”

you were.

his thumb and index finger split your wet, puffy lips apart, brushing your clit before he leans down to spit on your cunt with a loud ptoo!

when he lifts his head back up, short blond strands framing his gorgeous face, his starved eyes meet yours, “look at me … look at me while i— mmmm slide it in. there .. hahhhh— there you go. missed my dirty girl”

the stretch is just tooo good. his thick cock pushing past your lips to plug you nice ‘n full. full of him jusst how he likes it.

“fuck— it’s nghh” your hands tremble and move up to push against his firm stomach. “so big”

no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, you’ll never get over how big he is. thick and curved, his fat tip flushed the prettiest of pink, drooling out globs of pre cum.

“shhhhh, you can take it. you always do. always. haa—”

“y-yeah” you sigh out, staring up at him with those eyes he swears will lead him to an early grave, “you— always make me take i— mmmm fuck ken”

he’s splitting you open, “attaa girl, let me in”

his hands move to wrap around your ankles, making you twitch, and as he fiinaly, finally bottoms out he leans over, pressing a little kiss to your calf.

you would’ve thought he was going to be sweet if he didn’t start rocking his hips, shoving his mean cock deep, deep deep in your pussy. dragging against your gummy walls, hitting that spot you love, making your eyes ghost over and roll back.

“no ma’am. keep those pretty eyes on me.” he lets out a breathy chuckle, moving a hand to wrap around your neck. he just loves seeing you like this. loves hearing you, too. his flushed ears eating up the filthy, filthy sounds you make. you and your pussy. so messy, creamy white, creating a ring around his thick base, slipping down to your ass.

you feel so good around him. so soft and warm, making him lose control. he can’t help the low, throaty growls that escape his lips, and he doesn’t want to. he wants you to know how you make him feel. how your pussy drives him crazy.

he’s pushing your knees further and further into your chest, almost folding your poor body in half, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. he’s so gone, pussy drunk and rutting into you, rolling his hips so deliciously so that every inch, every corner of your pussy is his.

“ken ‘m -”

“your?” he drawled, smug smile curling his lips as his hand moves to your tummy.

“‘m- ‘m gonna-”

“your .. gonna?”

he’s so mean. just mocking your little whines. letting his fat thumb press down on your achy clit.

“cum!-”

“yesss, sweet girl. cum for me, make me feel it”

and you do.

babbling broken cries of his name, clear liquids squirting out around his thick cock, your unfair little cunt hugging him so fucking tightly, “agghhh fuck-!”, you milk his warm load right out of him to paint your walls a pretty porcelain white.

“sh-shit” nanami runs a hand through his disheveled, damp hair, staring down at the mess. at you.

and god, you look so pretty, all ruined and fucked out for him. cum dribbling out of your abused little pussy. so pretty and perfect. he lets out a breath, before leaning over to give your neck a kiss, then lower .. and lower till he’s lapping up the mess you made, flicking your little clit with his warm soft tongue before fucking you with it making your toes bunch up and your back arch.

“wai-wait! sensitive!” your hands shoot to his head, grabbing fistfuls to peal him off of you.

and after practically sucking and eating his cum out of you, he pulls back and slaps your clit with a harsh smack.

you’re just so unfair.

but fuck, he’s addicted to you, and he knows he’ll never want it any other way.