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Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

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married life with nanami but it's just him falling asleep around you all the time...

it's not boredom, or disinterest; rather your presence is simply so comforting and makes him feel so at peace that before he knows it he's snoring softly. and he's always falling asleep on you as well! his head will be nestled against the soft plush of your stomach or sometimes between the valley of your breasts—other times he's simply between your legs, face pressed into the top of your thigh as your fingers card through his hair. be careful when you start scratching his back or his undercut, because he'll fall asleep within 3 minutes and not wake up until at least an hour later...

you've cast a spell of relaxation over nanami kento that he's never known before.

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satoru is so sloppy with the way he eats your cunt!

his wide frame laid right between your legs that are so widely spread for him it almost hurts. his beautiful face and right hand between your plush thighs, his head nodding as he glides the flat of his hot tongue against your twitching clit.

his hand palm faces up as his middle finger is pressed just enough into your sopping hole that the tip of it can feel the way your hole tries to desperately swallow his finger in.

"mmfgh... ishh thish good?" he slobbers, blue eyes moving up to your flushed face as he zones in on your clit. your eyes roll back into your skull as he wraps his lips around the sensitive little bud, letting his middle finger slip in more.

the soft little gasp followed by the whimper you let out by the intrusion has him needing more of your sweet cunt and those sweeter noises.

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18+||MDNI

Hhnngghh I want Grelle’s cock down my throat :(( I want to slowly lick a stripe from the base of her cock to the tip before taking the tip into my mouth & wrapping my hand around the rest :(( She’d whine and moan so pretty for me, panting an tangling her hands in my hair :(( Wan her so bad :((

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18+||MDNI

I want Grelle to use my mouth, to tangle her hands through my hair and fuck my throat as hard as she wants <3

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18+||MINORS DNI

Cockwarming with Grell :( You sit on her lap with her cock deep inside your cunt, nuzzling your face against her chest in an attempt to hide how flustered you are as she rubs her pretty hands up and down your waist and coos at you, telling you how pretty you look dripping on her cock :(

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LOGAN HOWLETT 18+ thoughts bc I can’t get a grip

mdni, fem!reader. 685 words

Thinking about Logan playing with you from behind:

His back to the headboard, yours to his chest – warm skin pressed to his as you lay into him. It’s lazy, it’s comfortable. Your thighs parted loosely, bent knees resting against his straightened legs either side of you. 

It’s all so casual, one of his hands teasing at the fabric of your underwear, fingers extended down as he toys with you. Pad of his middle one circling your clit, working up that growing patch of wet. His other hand wrapped around your middle, palm large and warm over your stomach – holding you to him, keeping you firm to his chest. 

Your head hangs back on his collarbone, crown of your head resting slackly against his shoulder. You feel as though you’ve been run through the wringer, the minimal, inconsistent touch of where you wanted him causing you all sorts of anguish. 

He was teasing you, every touch calculated despite its relaxed environment. Just absentmindedly playing with you through the fabric, working you up to hear those soft, breathy whines of yours he loves ever so much.

And while you thought your patience was being tested, that was not solely the case. His toying coming from a place of reluctance – like he was seeing how long he can go without sinking a couple fingers in you. It was hard, and he was growing antsy. Just like you.

So after what feels like forever of faint, featherlight pussy play, he slips his hand down the front of your underwear, his fist protruding in the thin fabric. The bow sitting on his thick wrist, the lewd view of something so dainty and pretty against something so rugged and manly was overwhelming. The feeling making you tighten on nothing. The feeling releasing an involuntary soft moan. 

“Barely touched you yet, sugar,” he whispers behind you, voice gruff and low. 

The grip he has around your stomach raises, his touch light as he finds himself cupping under your tits – arm wrapped securely, fingers clasping at the one on the opposite side. Breasts resting on his meaty forearm, holding them carefully.

The hand in your underwear is barely moving, his fingers resuming their prior pattern of fiddly touching. Though, this time it’s beneath the fabric, not over. He dips his two middle fingers between your lips, tips of each immediately being coated with the eager anticipation betwixt your thighs. The tapered width of his fingers parting your folds ever so obscenely.

He’s hesitant, not because he doesn’t know what he’s doing, rather, the opposite. He’s hesitant because he knows what he’s doing. Waiting and waiting – being a tease with his hand grazing heavy against your wet cunt, the palm of his hand feeling the clamp-like, jitter motion of you beneath. 

He reaches his middle finger downwards, the tip delving inside of you —only up to the first knuckle— the feel giving you a brief, momentary wave of relief. 

It’s not enough, so you find yourself extending a hand down to his, your fingers struggling to envelop the meat of his wrist as you push him further into your underwear. Silently, desperately asking for more.

All he can do is chuckle faintly, the deep sound amused. He’s mean, but he’s not evil. So he gives you what you want – the full length of his middle finger, those few inches sinking inside with the greatest of ease. His ring finger easing in shortly after.

“Better?” he asks, the question almost rhetorical. He knew it was better.

Your grip around his occupied hand loosens, and instead moves to hold onto the arm around your upper torso – fingers pawing at the muscles. You go limp, melting into him from behind, your soft, dulcet noises echoing everything he does. Each of you looking down between your thighs, watching his fingers disappear inside you, his head resting against yours as you both stare at the near pornographic view. 

And as he begins to pump slowly inside —hooking his fingers up into all the right spots— you twist into him, pressing kisses into his bulging, veiny bicep. Wordlessly thanking him.

just watched dp3 again, christ

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idk just thinking about how you burst into your home damn near slamming the door shut, only for toji to stop it with the large palm of his hand before he smoothly walks in behind you. you're on 10 right now, stomping and shouting around the house (while your husband follows like a lost puppy) until you make your way to the kitchen yelling something about how it was "totally unnecessary to punch him" honestly toji didn't even know what the hell you were going on about, i mean he wasn't even listening. he silently convinced himself that it wasn't his fault- no it was definitely yours that he couldn't focus on the sweetness of your voice. i mean he just couldn't stop himself from trailing his eyes down to your ass, sinfully watching from his stance at the doorway as it jiggled with each hard step you took. "you can't keep doing this shit man-" your words go in one ear and out the other, again wasn't his fault, he can't help but think about is how fucking sexy you look right now. lace tussled into a slight mess, lip gloss smeared across your puffy lips because of how much you opened your fat ass mouth out of anger, and that dress ? oh that dress is what gotten you in the situation in the first place, the way it hugged your frame perfectly, mapping out each of your curves in all the right ways. had you not wore it like he told you to he wouldn't have had to beat his boss ass for staring at you a little to long. lashes that had been ripped off are still in his car, sitting prettily right on his dashboard, he couldn't care less in fact he was glad you took em off ecstatic even, toji loved to see you natural, toji thought you were so god damn fine

"what ?"

...did he say that out loud ?

"nothin'" he muffled out "are you even listening? see this the shit i'm talking about-"

toji wanted nothing more than to bend you over the kitchen island and shut your big ass mouth with each deep stroke he gave you, dick hitting deep in that gummy area that always turned you into mush whenever he found it, but alas he didn't, he knew you were angry, just didn't know why. aren't you glad he protected you from the preying eyes of his boss ? did it cost him his job ? maybe.. but it doesn't matter because it was all for you, his lovely wife. "here asshole" toji finally snapped out of his head when he felt you shove something against his chest before walking off. noodles ... you made him-

"a cup of noodles ?" he questioned following you out the kitchen "you didn't eat at the party." the scar on his pretty lips decided to rise. oh how sweet you were, even after being so pissed at his possessiveness you still cared enough to make sure he ate before the night was over but there was still one problem.. "you didn't either" "i'm not hungry." once you reach the bottom of the stairs he stops dead in his tracks "baby- where you going ?" "to bed." no hug ? no kiss goodnight ? no invite ? oh he fucked up.

smut! under the cut (18+)

"now do you forgive me?" voice comes muffled from beneath you as you ride out your nth climax of the night your husband had been sucking and licking into you for hours drawing out orgasm after orgasm. and shit were you ovulating? because you just can't get enough. "fuck" you roll you head back in pleasure riding the sweet sensation of his nose repeatedly brushing against your clit

*smack!*

"i asked you a question mama" you moan loudly at the combination of the nickname and his tongue thrusting in and out of you hitting that special spot each time. "y-yes baby" you grind down to match the rhythm of his tongue as he begins to play with the fat of your ass tugging and gripping tightly, encouraging you to move your hips faster "'m sorry baby, so so sorry" his lips wrap around your rednend clit while he stuffs two fingers into you. at this point you were so overstimulated but you just couldn't stop riding his face even if the world was ending. bringing a hand to his hair you push it back unveiling those gorgeous green eyes. toji looks up making eye contact with you, you begin feeling the tension that was building up about to finally burst (again) "i didn't mean to upset you" he wraps his fore arms around your things getting you to grind down even harder against his perfectly fat nose "i-it's okay toj- fuck you're so deep" "i just don't like when other boys stare at you" he couldn't even bring himself to call his boss a man. a man would never violate a women's privacy like that, basically eye fucking her while she's out with her man. you felt everything, every touch, and god you were so hot, moans were leaving your mouth left and right as you felt him continue sucking, his fingers thrusting into you so desperately as if they were asking for forgiveness too.

this was gonna be a longggg night .

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mdni 18+ requests open

Oh he’s always so busy with work. So busy.

And he feels bad. He knows you crave his attention, his touch.

Perhaps even his cock too.

He didn’t mind the idea of you sitting all pretty on his lap, stuffing you full as he worked, letting your walls periodically squeeze around him as you subtly try to move.

He tried to keep focus, his self restraint wearing thin as he felt your hips subtly move, the small whimper that escaped your lips only fueling the fire in his loins.

Or when you wrapped your arms around him, softly begging for more then just simple cockwarming. Oh he really couldn’t say no to your pretty face.

All those pleas and begs just resulted in him holding your ass cheeks, moving you up and down on his cock, a few buttons quickly undone on his shirt to let some of his heat out.

His cock dragged against your walls, slightly curved, mushroomy tip hitting that one spot Everytime he so painstakingly thrusted in and out of your tight pussy.

He savors in those ‘thank you’s” and moans you let out, like music to his ears, almost refueling his energy.

Nanami who fucks you for like a hour and a half straight before he gets back to work for maybe 20 minutes.. before he’s getting hard in you again and fucking you over the desk.

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.ᐟ dating nanami headcanons

pairings: kento nanami x f!reader

context: lots of fluff

author’s note: i feel like my smau’s are getting boring, so i wanted to try something new

boyfriend nanami! who says “i know honey, i know” everytime you’re ranting to him.

boyfriend nanami! who holds your hair back into a ponytail everytime you eat.

boyfriend nanami! who treats your parents with so much respect, and gets them gifts every time he sees them.

boyfriend nanami! who does research on the flowers he buys you so he can tell you the meaning of them.

boyfriend nanami! who leaves breakfast for you in the fridge with a cute little note on it every time he leaves for work early.

boyfriend nanami! who makes you give him a show every time you get new clothes.

boyfriend nanami! who refers to you as his wife to everyone.

boyfriend nanami! who has a picture of you grinning as his lock screen and can’t help but smile every time he opens his phone.

boyfriend nanami! loves it when you share your gossip with him. kaylee’s having a divorce? he knows it. abby was talking about erica? he knows it.

boyfriend nanami! who loves when you ask him if you can workout with him at the gym.

boyfriend nanami! who wants to take things slow with you, so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable in anyway.

boyfriend nanami! who will gladly take 2 days off of work if his girlfriend isn’t feeling well.

boyfriend nanami! who every time he hugs you he sways you side to side and hums a sweet song.

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nanami loves watching you do your nails. of course, he’s offered to pay for your nail salon visits but you decline; your at home manicures are a fun hobby and you have full control of what colours and designs get painted onto your nails.

so instead, he funds your little hobby.

you never have to worry about being short of polish, nail tips, glue or charms. he’s even learned how to do your nails the way you prefer and offers to paint your dominant hand.

you have materials at his apartment and he’ll often come home to you at the living room coffee table, hunched over and gluing down clear heart decals and bows.

you show him your hand. “look, i tried using acetone to blend the nail extension and cuticle.”

kento inspects it, gingerly holding your hand. he nods, “it blends in nicely, my love.”

he reaches into his pocket, setting down a new bottle of polish on the table—specifically, the one you’ve been eying for a few weeks.

“kento!” you smile, “you didn’t have to.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. “i wanted to.”

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⋆˚࿔ fiance nanami 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ (mdni)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ fiance! nanami who spends all his time focusing on his future wifes pleausure if you want ten other diamond rings he'll give you 15. if you wanna be fucked out of your mind? trust me hes gonna do it

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ fiance! nanami who cums in you hoping that maybe he'll give you a baby

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ fiance! nanami who takes you on lavish dates every weekend to propose to you he rented out an entire resturant!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ fiance! nanami who cant wait for you to be his beautiful wife hes always wanted to be married but he never thought he would have the chance let alone to you

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ fiance! nanami who is insanely clingy he always needs his strong hands touching you somewhere he finds it so intimate to be able to touch you anywhere he pleases

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ husband! nanami who on your wedding night ate you out in your wedding dress and practically made you see stars "god i cant believe your my wife" he mumbles into your weeping cunt "f-fuck i cant believe it either ken"

(a/n: hes so lana del ray coded)

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shaking and everything but i keep thinking about how sex with simon is so good, it renders you quiet; you are reduced to gasps and wordless moans, unable to truly even breathe in well – drowning in your delirium and your peaking ecstasy – to the point that simon has to keep his hand around your throat to feel if you're even breathing in right. sometimes, he's got to remind you to—"come back to me, baby. to me."

(loosely based on this)

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Thinking about how nanami’s mood can go from caring and loving, calling you pet names like pretty girl, love, sweetheart. To then being a beast, spanking your ass Leaving red marks, marking your neck to your thighs not leaving any place untouched, fucking your throat like there’s no tomorrow. Watching as your tears fall down your cheeks, while he wipes them away with his thumb. Then he switches back to his softer side and acts like he didn’t just have you choking on his cock like a porn star. His aftercare would make up for the rough treatment, the warm bath that’s not too hot but not too cold, the Fresh bed sheets that he’s put on for when you get out the bath, your clean pyjamas laid out for you. Damn this man and his bipolar ass

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18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji has an oral fixation.

oh, how he loves having his mouth on you. it's one of his favourite pasttimes; no matter whether it's making out and sucking on your tongue, or trailing his scarred lips over the side of your neck, pressing warm kisses against your jaw and pulse point like it's the only thing he knows. he loves having his mouth on your nipples, too. wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud and watch you arch into him while he plays with the other. he loves littering your chest with hickeys and he loves watching them bloom. his marks on you, from his mouth – it drives him wild. and last but not least – he loves giving you head. slobbering all over you, covering you in his saliva as he tries to devour you whole. feeling you cum on his tongue? absolutely nothing can compare to the sensation of that. nothing.

he loves the way you taste, he loves the way you sound, he loves the way you writhe under his burning touch. you're sweeter than anything else he's ever had and he simply can't get enough of you. he'll have you in every way he can, in every way you'll let him.

toji also loves sucking on your fingers.

of course, he'd be a little (read: very) ashamed to admit that out loud, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it. there's just something so freeing in the way you let him melt into you, the way you don't tease him for wanting to let go. he wants to feel good, too. he wants to give up the power and just feel.

it is new to him though; you were always the one with his fingers in your mouth, so having the roles reversed, toji does feel a little small. in the best way possible.

having you on top of him, sitting perfectly on his stomach with your one hand firmly on his chest and the other caressing his face, toji can't help but feel himself twitch in his sweats. his mouth salivates at the sight of your cunning little smile and the twinkle in your eyes as you purr about how good he looks under you. he doesn't argue.

the tips of his ears burn and his adam's apple bobs, feeling your fingers tracing over the scar on his lips. his hands hold onto your waist like you're about to take flight, his strong grasp bruising your soft skin, making you let out a quiet moan. toji's hips buck upward and he watches your smile widen.

"open up, baby..."

your voice might also just kill him. it's sultry and still brimming with love, you're gentle and just a tad bit teasing – it's the perfect combination. toji's lips part without an objection, his mossy green eyes glued to yours as they do the same.

you push two fingers in and hum at the overwhelming warmth that envelops them immediately. toji's chest rumbles with a groan of his own at the way you run them over the sharp edges of his canines. leaving yourself a little closer to them, you place a kiss to his cheek while holding your fingers to his tongue, pressing it down as you slide them further into his mouth. toji holds back a gag and lets his eyes fall shut; your scent fills his nostrils and the way you're now nuzzling your face into his is not making any of this any less erotic.

finally toji's lips close properly around your fingers and he feels you smile against his skin. and then he feels your hips grinding ever-so-slightly on his stomach and now he really feels like he's losing his mind. you're all over him, but what gets him the most is that none of this is the usual 'sex stuff'. he's always been open to experimenting, he's willing to try just about anything you'd ever want to with a few eyelash flutters and a few pretty 'please's', but this? this is something else.

for starters, you're both still fully clothed. clad in your most basic pyjama, you're making him more turned on than he's ever been. and he's just so, so used to be the one in control, to be the one on the top – so submitting to you feels foreign, but so fucking good. you're making him discover things about himself that he never could've even dreamt about. him sucking on your fingers while you're humping his abs? oh, you'll kill him one day for sure.

but he's not complaining.

his tongue swivels around your two fingers as he begins to push and pull your hips to help you grind against him. you lick the side of his face, covering him in your saliva before pulling back just a little to look at him. below you, with your fingers in your mouth – he looks fucking extraordinary. you feel over the moon about the fact that he feels comfortable enough with you to let you have your way with him. you're utterly thankful for the glorious sight and you will most certainly reward him for it as well.

there's a soft squelch when toji hollows his cheeks and sucks on your digits. a sickeningly sweet coo spills from your lips and his eyes crack open; your gazes meet and you swear his whole body twitches under you. his hold on you gets tighter, his fingers sinking in deeper and you can't help but wonder how big of a mess he might be making in his sweats.

spit makes his lips glisten under the light emitting from the tv; shadows of the long forgotten movie dance on his skin, the whispers getting muffled by the sounds that he keeps making. he doesn't feel as embarrassed anymore, slowly succumbing to the hazy feeling in his head. he's addicted, he wants more and more and more.

and as if on cue, you force your fingers deeper down his throat once more, eyes set on the way his own roll right back into his head. his head dips forward, sinking into the pillow behind him and giving you the most beautiful view of his blooming neck. you're matching – he marks you up and you do the same. it's love.

pulling your fingers with a 'pop', a whine slips from toji but before he can really complain about it, you press your mouth to his. your lips smack together as you cradle his face with your spit-covered hand, tugging him closer and closer. his big arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you flush to him, moaning into your mouth when you decide to suck on his tongue in turn.

he can taste your desire, the need to make him feel good and to take care of him as you push yourself further into him. toji feels like he's about to explode. he wants to kiss, he wants to feel your fingers again, he wants to make you cum, he wants to make love to you.

hovering just above his face, you bring your hand back to his mouth and grant him his wish. he doesn't need to say it out loud, you know exactly what he wants and what he needs. slipping your index and your middle finger between his lips, you both groan at the feeling.

you give him a smile and butterflies bloom in his belly. you give him a peck while still having your fingers in your mouth and cum seeps through his sweats.

toji fushiguro is a weak, weak man and you have him wrapped around your pretty little fingers.

literally.

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satoru holds your thighs back and in place while suguru eats you out until his jaw is sore, your eyes watering and your toes curling from how good he was doing, your thighs wanting to give out, but you couldn't even put them down because of satoru holding them.

you were a leg closer—the worst kind, to be exact. where you would slam your thighs together whenever you got overstimulated, and that would give satoru and suguru a massive headache. to be fair, it didn't make them upset because who wouldn't want their heads squished by you? but it would be extra rough. he didn't mind; he loved having that sensation, but sometimes he just liked to have his tongue deep, or when he sucked on your clit, a position that called for extra support and for your legs to be spread.

so they would trick you at the worst moments, usually when it came to suguru because of how well his tongue worked when he was super into it, sliding his tongue all over your dripping core while you moaned and squirmed. you couldn't stay still to save your life, so he told satoru to get behind you and make sure you didn't squirm one bit. he had to focus on what he was doing, and he couldn't do that if you kept moving and squishing him in between your thighs.

right when your eyes would close and your legs would twitch, satoru would slide behind you and take a hold of your thighs, holding them back.

"satoruuuu." whining as you try to push suguru's head away, but he doesn't budge, trying to squirm in place, but satoru's grip is too strong for you. you came fast; you couldn't help it, especially with suguru, who liked the way you came on his tongue. five minutes wasn't enough to keep him satisfied, so he had satoru hold you so he could keep going.

whining even after the sheets are damp and your fluids, along with his saliva, are dripping from his chin. suguru looked you dead in the eye to tease you, letting you know with no words that he was going to keep going, regardless of whether you were crying or whining.

satoru loved being the leg holder more than he did actually eating you up. yes, he really loved eating you out and having your taste linger in your mouth, but it was something around making sure you stayed still and whispering things in your ear that got him off.

having you scratch and claw at his arms is what he loved while suguru had you squirting back and forth, drowning himself in between your thighs. even taking one hand off your thigh and sliding it up to your neck, giving it. a light squeeze before pushing your chin up and kissing you.

whenever they did this, it was just a huge blur. all you could remember was how good you felt in the moment and how suguru's tongue felt sliding over your slit and flicking back and forth on your clit, his spit coating your pussy and satoru's all over your tongue.

they made sure to make sure that you took everything they gave you to make sure the pleasure was surging through your body without any complications. satoru's grip would be so firm on your thighs. that it would leave a mark, looking in the mirror, smiling, and seeing them.

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bff gojo satoru but reversed. your best friend who is always willing to listen to you through your breakups, a shoulder to cry and a dick to ride. you’ve never had such a supportive best friend, gently wiping your cheeks while cradling your face so sweet and gently, although a bit difficult with how hard you bounce up and down his cock. he’ve spoiled you a bit too much for your own well being, and now you’re utterly addicted to the way his girth makes you cream so easily.

hating to admit some of your boyfriends have left you unsatisfied, not as if you’ve compared them to Satoru. but you’re always back to him, with your arms wrapped tightly around his middle, that chest that has been your pillow multiple times and now, a way to muffle your desperate squeaks of pleasure with how hard his hips slam into yours, slow but oh so deep, and you’re sobbing for a completely different reason, adding to his coos of how he fucks you much better than your exes it’s a whole symphony of lewd squelching, babbled moans of his name and that dirty talking Satoru always does.

brain a bit too dizzy to make up whatever Satoru’s been mumbling through your fucking, you consider he’s saying something about your ex not deserving you, unaware that he’s muttering, “you’re mine”