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Unpopular opinion,

Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.

Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.

He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.

Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.

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Pondering my orbs.

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NSFW

Chad stared blankly at his phone. He couldn’t believe it.

You meant to send this, right? Was it some mistake?

Thoughts with disbelief swam in his head while holding his phone, staring at it longingly.

It was a picture. Of you.

But it wasn’t just any picture, like the one of you two together afterschool under the Sakura trees, or the photo he kept of you as his phone wallpaper, trying to catch the ramen that slipped from your chopsticks grip on your first official date.

No, this photo was different. Unlike the rest.

It was a lewd photo of you, your shirt ridden up to the top of your back as you sat on your knees, ass out for the camera while it faced the standing mirror.

Yasutora was stunned, to stay the least. To come home and open his inbox of your messages, greeted by a nude photo of you.

Of course, the man wasn’t complaining, and the tent in his jeans certainly weren’t either.

Chad felt hesitant, but he couldn’t help the hand of his that drifted to his clothed hard on, palming himself gently.

His other hand that held his phone drifted to check your messages again, seeing the photo as he decided it would be better to ask, as his fingers tapped away.

“Is this for me?” He typed, feeling a little embarrassed as he sent it anyway.

Your response was quick, sending him a text back.

“of course silly <3 took that for you while you were at work. I missed you.”

His eyes widened at your response, making him flush as his chest heaved a little harder, breath hitched at the confirmation that you meant to send that him.

It wasn’t just some fluke, or missend, no, that photo was for him. And his cock couldn’t help but grow harder at the thought.

You didn’t seem bothered by the lack of response on Chads end, making no further response as he could only stare at the photo, longingly so, his cock growing harder as he took in your appearance.

It would be alright to pleasure himself to this photo of you, right..? It was for him after all, and your intent was there. Clear as day.

Your right arm hidden in front of your chest to tug your shirt, exposing your the curves of your ass, sat on your knees on the edge of the bed facing the mirror, while holding the camera to face your back.

The harder Chad looked, the harder he got, taking in every detail, like the curves of your hips and how plump your ass appeared, pushed up by your thighs that were tucked under your bottom.

Your brown skin highlighted by the sun, as every beauty mark were visible. And the curve of your spine made him feel no better, imagining the sight in front of his eyes on his own bed, gently pushing you down to show you how much he appreciated your photo.

But before his thoughts could race, he huffed, deciding to sit on the edge of his bed, laying down with his head flat on the elevated pillow, eyes covered by the curtains that were his hair.

Slowly, he reached forward to grab onto the metal of his belt, unbuckling it as he unwrapped it from his waist, tossing it to the side on the floor as he reached for the button of his pants.

Chads breath hitched as he could feel how hard he pressed against his jeans, finally being able to free them as he unbuttoned himself, pushing the cloth down until he got to the band of his boxers, twitching slightly.

“Fuck.. the things you do to me, mi amor..”

Chad spoke to himself as he finally pulled himself out of his boxers, his cock free and standing in the air as it was red and angry at the head, begging for release.

He didn’t want to ignore these urges any longer, as much as he wished it was you being the one to touch him instead.

But with a deep breath, he wrapped his hand around the shaft of his cock, his thumb sat on the tip as he rubbed it gently, letting out a groan he didn’t realize he was holding.

Slowly, and steadily, he pumped himself, restraining the urge to buck into his hips as he took his time.

He brought his free hand to look at the phone, taking it in mentally once again to focus on the image, imagining yourself in front of him like that, and what he’d do to you.

With an arm over his eyes, he laid back, stroking himself to the thought of you.

Chad wished you were the one wrapped around him instead, fucking himself slowly to imagine your cunt wrapped around him, squeezing the head of his cock in the slightest to pretend it was you instead.

His thoughts raced more, reminiscing on the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his cock, as your other hand pumped the rest of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

As every other memory, he cherished these ones the same, but loving these ones specially as they were intimate, private.

And keeping what the two of you did behind closed doors made everything feel more sacred, his cock twitching at the thought that he, was the only one that got to see you this way. Whether you were on all fours on his bed, or on your knees giving him head.

All those memories to himself, made him love them all more, wrapping his hand around his cock to pump himself further.

Chad twisted his hand, circling them as his fist went up and down, head falling onto the pillow behind his head as he pumped himself harder.

But as quiet as Chad was, he couldn’t resist to let small grunts and heavy groans slip from his brown lips, filling the air of his room with sounds of his pleasure.

Soon enough, feeling himself thrust into the air, hips bucking as his cock begged for release, while he pumped himself as steadily as he could.

But the thought of your wet cunt wrapped around him made it difficult, stroking himself harder to simulate that feeling, although nothing was better than the real thing.

Reaching his breaking point, with a few more harsh pumps and twists of his hand around his cock, Chad finally blown his load, cumming with a groan as ropes and ropes of his seed shot out from the head, spilling all over his jeans.

His boxers, now tugged down to his thighs were stained with cum, as Chad moved his hands to finish himself off, pumping himself slowly as his release came to an end.

With heavy breaths, Chad let his head fall onto the bed, allowing himself to catch a breath as he lifted his arm away from his face, now staring up at the ceiling with the image of your body still fresh on his mind.

Deciding after some time, he felt his cock grow soft and limp, moving to the side to stand up and undress.

Now holding his jeans and boxers in hand, he tossed them into the laundry bin, cleaning himself off as he sat back down on the edge of the bed, one bent on the edge as the other was planted on the floor.

Picking up the phone with bated breaths, he opened your messages again to type.

“Thank you.. cariño.”

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ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER DAY 9 - virginity loss : izuku midoriya

warnings : virginity loss (izuku), afab reader, mentions of body counts, non-relationship hookup (but deku has a thing for reader), reader calls izuku “izu”, oral sex (izuku receiving), reader has decent sized boobs, cliffhanger kind of

word count : 840

🐙 note : none

it wasn't really surprising that izuku was a virgin, hell i’m sure anyone could’ve guessed that much. the conversation took a weird turn when discussing izuku’s fated rival; katsuki bakugo. izuku explained that katsuki is a well known bragger who loves to flaunt his body count, he constantly expresses how izuku will never catch up to him and how because the boy has no experience no girl will ever want to sleep with him.

“well… do you wanna have sex with me?”

the question stuns izuku, turning him bright red and causing him to panic, he asks if you’re sure and mumbles about how there’s no way someone like you would ever wanna sleep with someone like him! he continues to go on a ramble about how you’re just so cool and pretty and your quirk is amazing and, and, and–

you stop and put your hands on izuku’s shoulders, he freezes and stares with a blank expression.

“we can have sex izuku, i don’t mind teaching you.”

izuku feels a mix of many emotions; pride, worry, confusion, just to name a few. slowly you drag izuku by the hand into your bed, gently laying him down and getting on top of him.

“don’t worry deku, just relax.”

“o-okay! i’ll do my best!”

you almost laugh at the poor guy, as optimistic as ever. you find yourself somewhat shocked at the way midoriya feels beneath you, despite being on the shorter side he was far from a twig; you could feel his solid abs and thick thigh muscles.

“have you ever had your dick sucked izu?”

“umm… no?”

“do you want me to?”

izuku nods enthusiastically, you get off his lap and lower yourself towards his thighs. carefully you settle between them, looking up at him with eager eyes that causes him to go red all over. you gently remove his basketball shorts and are met with his bare thighs and black boxers, you unexpectedly gawk at him, surprised by his muscle and pretty good size. pulling off his boxers you find that he’s about 5.7 inches, thick and red from embarrassment.

you look up to him for approval and he sends you a thumbs up, you giggle at his dorky behaviors. you lightly grab his length and izuku’s breath catches in his throat. keeping eye contact with him you slowly lick up his side and kiss his pretty pink tip, izuku shutters at the feeling and finds himself struggling not to make noise.

“you can make noise y’know, you have a cute voice.”

midoriya can hardly think, the feeling of your warm hand and breath by his cock too much for him to handle. he simply hums at your words and tells you he’s okay, you smile at him and continue to give his cock attention.

you swirl your tongue around his tip, using your hand to massage his extended length. taking his tip into your mouth you suck lightly and izuku swears he could see stars, he wonders if kacchan feels this good when he gets head. suddenly his thoughts get interrupted when you take the whole of him into your mouth, he gasps, unable to contain himself he brings his hand to your head and tugs on your hair making you moan onto his cock. izuku is whimpering and thrashing about, so much so that it’s affecting your ability to properly suck him off.

“izu, stop moving so much.” you manage to get out with your mouth still surrounding his cock.

with his eyes closed and head back he lets out a strained “uh-huh” and bucks his hips into your mouth, you moan at his length and he can’t help himself from doing it again.

“i’m sorry-sorry it feels–sososo good”

now izuku is practically face fucking you, albeit gently, he’s thrusting into your mouth and tugging lightly on your hair. you look up and find him absolutely lost, one hand on his abs and his mouth wide open, gasping and panting for air.

“ah! feels-feels funny, is this s-supposed to happen?”

you hum around his dick and he continues to push himself onto your tongue, you move your tongue up and down on him to encourage him closer to the edge.

eventually you feel a warm and thick substance invading your mouth, letting you know he came. izuku is panting and groaning, trying to catch his breath. he immediately lets go of your hair and rambles continuous apologizes, you have to force your mouth into his in order to get him to shut up.

he melts into the kiss, slightly unsure of quite how to kiss. his hands remain at his sides, too scared to touch you, unsure of where his hands should be.

you break the kiss and grab his hands, moving them onto your waist and breasts. izuku seems hesitant but eventually squeezes the areas softly. he’s kind of surprised, your skin was so soft and warm and your boobs were so squishy and bouncy.

“do you think you can go for more?”

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Don’t Meet Your Heroes

Pro Hero | Izuku Midoriya x Fangirl (Fem) Reader

-> I will NEVER stop writing menace Izuku because there is absolutely NO WAY someone that nice, that polite, that sweet is not secretly a freak. You don’t save the world with a smile and then go home and knit. No—you choke your girl out while she wears your merch and thank her for letting you. —Anyway, enjoy🥳

ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍࿔̥̊ ི༘𑁍

You didn’t expect much when you walked up to the table—just your hero crush smiling at you for five seconds before you moved on like everyone else.

But when his eyes lifted and locked onto yours, time stretched. You offered him the homemade fanart you’d printed on glossy paper. “It’s silly, but… I wanted you to sign it.”

His freckled cheeks went pink, and he gave you that smile. “It’s not silly at all. It’s cute.”

His fingers brushed yours when he took it. “Hey… mind if I ask something kinda bold?”

You blinked. “Yeah? What’s up?”

He scribbled something in the corner of the poster and slid it back. A phone number.

“Text me. If you want to talk more. Or… I don’t know. Grab a coffee?”

Your heart practically launched out of your chest.

Of course you texted him.

Coffee turned into dinner. Dinner turned into your back hitting his apartment mattress—staring up at him, wide-eyed, wondering how the sweet, bashful hero who wore a cardigan on your little date now had your legs pinned wide open… your wrists bound above your head with his utility belt.

At first, he kissed you like you were fragile. Hands shaky. Voice soft. Whispers of “you sure?” between every breath.

But the second you moaned his name and rocked your hips into his?

A switch flipped.

And suddenly the man above you wasn’t the one who smiled for cameras. He fucked you like he’d been starving. Like he’d been good for too long and now he needed to ruin something sweet.

He rutted into you slow and deep—possessive, gritting through every thrust like he hated how much he needed it.

“You thought I’d be gentle, didn’t you?” he muttered, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard crack.

“Thought I’d blush and stutter while I fucked you?” He leaned down, lips dragging along your jaw. “No, baby. I earn my rewards.”

Your legs shook. He was everywhere—biting your neck, sucking marks onto your chest like he wanted the world to see, you were a moaning mess while he’s choking you just enough to make you dizzy.

“You moan like you want the whole city to hear you,” he growled. “You like this? Being fucked by your favorite hero like a filthy little fan girl?”

You gasped, nails digging into your palm.

He chuckled low, voice dark. “You’re soaked. Can feel it drip down my cock every time I pull out.”

“Please—” you barely got the word out before he was on you again, teeth gritted like he was holding back something brutal.

He paused, just to thrust harder. “I’ve saved lives, baby,” he snarled into your neck, “but I’d let the city burn if it meant I got to come back to this cunt.”

Your body snapped tight, your orgasm crashing into you with no warning—and he felt it.

He growled, rough and wrecked. “Good girl. Fuck—milk it. Soak me. Show me how much this pussy loves me.”

And when you finally went limp, body shaking, eyes glassy? He leaned down and kissed you like he hadn’t just destroyed you.

Then he pulled out, slowly, watching his cum leak from your pussy onto the sheets.

He groaned. “Next time I fuck you, wear my merch.”

You blinked up at him, fucked-out and blinking.

He grinned, all teeth. “The one that says Property of Pro Hero Deku. I wanna see it when I make you cum on your knees.”

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horny brainrot: bnha

andy's notes: ahhhh i've missed y'all!! getting back into the swing of things (work was hell this week) and hope you like this particular bit of filth while i crack into prompts

content warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, not free of spoilers just by character names alone lol, pregnancy kink, panty kink, oral fixation, brat taming, oral m!receiving, cnc, throat fucking, scent kink, slightly yandere behavior with feathers, size kink

characters: kirishima eijiro, tenko shimura, shinsou hitoshi, hizashi yamada, aizawa shouta, keigo takami, shouto todoroki

kirishima has the nastiest pregnancy kink, no one can convince me otherwise, so he's delighted when he finds out you have one, too. but when you're trying for a baby, your everyday life becomes horny hell because he insists on treating you like you're already pregnant. when you want to do something around the house, he tells you to "think of the baby," wide grin on his face when you flush and squirm your legs together. shows you maternity clothing ads of all the things he can't wait to buy you, patting your tummy. "you're gonna look so good in this sundress when your bumps start to fill out, honey." it gets so bad that literally the mere swipe of his thumb across your lower belly makes your pussy clench. (you get a positive pregnancy test two weeks later)

tenko puts on a pair of your silk panties because he has "nothing of his own left to wear" but he's actually been thinking about how the material would hug his balls ever since he pulled them off you days ago. the silk clings to his dick, dragging over the shaft with a feather-like caress. he groans and ruts his hips into his palm. pre-cum darkens the silk. arousal unspools in his belly and his cock twitches, aching at the fact that your cunt rested here, right where his balls now hang. your pretty pussy lips dragged over this fabric too, leaving your juices on the gusset. he rolls into the mattress, humping your pretty pink sheets. he hears whimpering and whining and realizes it's him drooling out your name into the pillow as he cums harder than he ever has

when you're done being a mouthy little brat, shinsou loves to cup your jaw and sink two fingers into your mouth, the cold metal bands of his rings clinking gently against your teeth as your cheeks hollow, sucking and humming around his digits like the greedy little whore you are. "look at me," he says, tipping your head back and holding your gaze. "keep your eyes on me while i keep your mouth full.''

hizashi loves when you take charge, when you tie him to a chair and stuff your panties in his mouth while giving him the sloppiest head of his life. he ruts his hips up into the delicious hot suction of your mouth, but you hold him down and pull away with a plop. you smear spit and pre-cum over your lips with the head of his dick, smirking when it twitches. you do this for hours, until his dick is flushed dark, engorged and aching, balls drawn up so tight against his body your mere breath against them is torture. when you finally let him cum, he explodes down your throat and onto your lips, a creamy gloss that you lick away after

the first time you broach aizawa about cnc you don't miss the way his jaw clicks shut like he's swallowing down every thought. "you're sure?" is all he asks and then you get a questionnaire in your email a few days later regarding hard limits. cut to a month later, he's fisting your hair and bullying his cock down your throat. "break eye contact and i'll paddle your ass raw." you're already slobbering all over his shaft, drool slipping down your chin and neck. your eyes burn with tears and mascara and you know you look like a fucked-out mess, but your body is tingling, flying. "you love to be used like this, don't you?" aizawa fucks even deeper into your mouth, rocking into the curved concave of your throat. "nothing more than daddy's little cumdump?"

keigo gave you one of his feathers for a totally normal reason, he swears - not because he wants to keep an eye on his attractive personal assistant on your off time. it backfires, though, because you know all about his feathers' capabilities. the first time you stroke the feather keigo thinks he imagined it. but no, the more he interacts with you, the more he memorizes your scent, the swollen bud of your lower lip. when he feels you kiss his offering, it nearly brings him to his knees. but he scents you next, the musky sweetness of what can only be your arousal. when he lands on your window sill and sees the feather slipping between your thighs, you merely smile and ask him what took him so long to get there

shouto "doesn't have a size kink" todoroki hearing you whine "it won't fit" when he slots the head of his cock against your pussy. he's never really paid attention to how much smaller you are than him, how much his body overwhelms yours. he'll have to work hard to make sure you're ready for him. he rubs your swollen clit with his thumb, the palm of his hand hot on your belly. your pussy jumps and flutters around the thick head of his dick, already flushed red and weeping. he taps your belly button, knowing that's where he'll be soon. "i'll make it fit."

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you’re a popular girl at school who gets saved from some local degenerates by the quiet, dorky kid in your class. izuku, you think his name is. you thank him, but it doesn’t seem like enough, not when you just talking to him seems to make him flush and stammer, and you finally decide the only way to make it up to him is to offer him…yourself.

because you know he looks at you. you’ve seen it. and whenever you look at him, now, you don’t see the nervous boy who sits in the back of class and avoids your gaze but the brave one who got a bloody nose and split lip fighting like a wild animal to keep you safe when you’ve never even said a word to him before.

and he wants to say no. knows he should. but you’re just so pretty and your skin is so soft when you guide his hand down between your legs. and you make a breathless little sound when he finds you soaked there, and it’s not like he can stop after that.

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Some people really need to realize how terribly they are treating fanfiction writers here. You do realize that the people who write these fics are doing it for free and also can be writing them for hours, days, weeks!! Some of your favorite fics might even be years old labors of love!

So if you enjoy fanfiction, just remember that someone put thought and love and energy into it AND decided to post it for free to share it with you.

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Forbidden Fruit

Mr Reed x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Mr Reed invites you into his house to discuss polygamy and the flaws of virginity.

Warnings: smut, virgin/inexperienced reader, age gap (reader is of consensual age), creampie (reader on birth control), dirty talk, blasphemy, possible spoilers for Heretic (2024)

"My question is how do you feel about polygamy?"

The snowfall gently beats against the tiny windows as you nurse the cup of tea Mr Reed has prepared for you. Using it as warmth rather than to quench your thirst. Even if he did seem like a pleasant man, you didn't entirely trust a drink a stranger has made for you in another room. You fear your instincts may be right when he asks you this question.

You place the cup down and clear your throat as you process his personal inquiry.

"Well, it's forbidden in the b-"

"Yes, but what do you think?"

He emphasises that word, pointing his index finger at you, before resting it on his lips, waiting for your answer.

A beat. Your eyes widen as you try to think of a tactful response.

"I um, I can't really say, it's none of my business what other people decide to do with their lives."

Mr Reed narrows his eyes slightly, not the answer he was looking for apparently.

"Hmmm", he takes a moment to have a swig of his tea from his inscribed 'hubby' mug. You look over your shoulder as if his wife would magically appear behind you.

"And I thought it was just because you've never felt the touch of a man."

You snap your head back around to face him, your cheeks instantly turning red.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, I may have overstepped", he places his mug down and makes eye contact with you, emphasising his apology.

"I think I should leave", you start to get up, your legs shaking slightly from his statement.

"I understand my dear, let me just get your coat."

The couch creaks as Mr Reed also stands up, promptly leaving the room. Walking over to the door you watch the snow hail down. Not ideal biking weather but it's still better than being in here with him.

"Here we go, one coat", he holds up your woolen jacket passing it to you.

As you take it, he starts to wrap your scarf around your neck. You can feel his breath tickling your hair.

"You know", his deep voice echoes in your ears, "many religions don't believe in virginity. The Virgin Mary simply a mistranslation with the meaning changing over the years."

He takes your coat and starts to help you put it on over your arms, patting down the collar, hands lingering on your neckline a little too long.

"I think waiting for marriage is simply outdated, people should just seize the day. Life is too short for their lives to be dictated by an invisible omnipotent force with historic rules."

You cringe internally hearing him blaspheme your religion, you're just about to interject when he continues.

"It's simply too good to miss that closeness of two people becoming one", he walks in front of you as he starts to button up your coat. He looks down at you, still maintaining eye contact every so often while he fastens the clasps.

"The warmth of each other as you melt into one another's skin. The ache in your bones of needing them inside you."

You break the eye contact as you watch the veins in his hands clench with each turn. Your imagination in overdrive, you wipe your palms on your coat, nervously. Mr Reed notices and tilts your chin up to face him.

"The taste of them on your tongue, as you swallow each other's moans..."

His eyes drift towards your lips. Your body is screaming at you to leave, but part of you wants that sin, that forbidden fruit. You wrestle with your demons, but you find him oddly hypnotic and attractive. You guessed he was in his 50s or 60s, definitely older than you in your 20s, but that only adds to the temptation.

"... as everything builds and builds into one big explosion of ecstasy. That white heat of entering Heaven."

Your thoughts start to drown out as your lips crash into his. Head empty as your tongue starts to swirl around his, gripping the back of his head as the kiss grows deeper.

Mr Reed yanks off your coat, buttons popping off onto the carpet, but neither of you care. He breaks the kiss briefly, only to remove his glasses, before resuming with just as much vigor as before.

You can feel that heat starting from deep inside of you, just as Mr Reed was explaining, as you start to remove your blouse and skirt. His hands start to wander around your bra before unclasping the back.

Mr Reed starts to guide you back towards the sitting room as you continue to undress, removing your tights and underwear. You notice he doesn't remove his clothes as you feel the weave of his jumper, rough against your bare skin. You don't mind, you're too busy thinking of other things right now.

He quickly sits down on the sofa, holding your wrist, motioning for you to sit on top of him. Slightly apprehensive about riding him for your first time, you trust him and place yourself onto his lap, and resume the kiss.

Your hands start to pull down his trousers as his cock bounces free. Your eyes widen when you realise how girthy he is, his dick already rock hard and twitching with anticipation. He can't help but smile when he sees your reaction, as gently guides himself through your folds. The veins of his cock drag along your clit as wetness seeps out of you, preparing yourself for him. You hum at the feeling while he contently sighs at your warmth coating him.

After a moment, Mr Reed positions himself at your entrance and gently pushes you by the hips, guiding you onto him. His eyes roll into the back of his head as your cunt engulfs him, fitting around him tightly yet perfectly. You wince at first, but the further you sink down onto him, the better it feels.

You pause when he is fully seated inside of you, feeling his cock teasing at your cervix, before slowly starting to grind on his lap. You place your hands on his forearms for stability, as he starts to kneed at your ass with his fingertips, bruises threatening to surface under his grip.

The sofa creaks with every thrust as you ride his cock, your breasts bouncing with the effort. You let go of him to grip onto the back of the couch instead, his tongue licking at your nipples as you lean over him. His hands start to trail up your back, pushing you slightly closer towards him.

Your lips meet once again, but feels like you've never been apart. Your mind starts to wander again, thinking about what God would think seeing you give away your virginity to the first man to look at you with lust in his eyes. Then you think maybe God shouldn't even be looking in the first place as it's none of his business. You both wanted this, what could be more natural?

As your mind wanders, your body starts to tense up. Your orgasm creeps up on you, before you realise what's happening as your pace starts to stutter. Your walls clamp down around him, arching your back as you let out a guttural moan from deep inside you. You shake and pant as your cunt pulses out your release, soaking Mr Reed's cock.

He isn't far behind you as he leans back and moans in return, releasing warm ropes of his cum inside you. You don't mind as you have the implant, feeling his seed drip out of you and onto his trousers, as you start to come down from your high.

You straighten yourself up, tucking your distressed hair behind your ears, watching him finish inside you. He lightly groans at the effort of filling you, it's almost enough to make you aroused again.

He slowly exhales and opens his eyes. They crinkle as he smiles at you, laughter lines standing out, you begin to memorise each wrinkle. Tracing your fingers along them, almost like reading a palm. Neither of you care that he's still seated inside of you, growing soft. Or that the snow has eased off and your bike was just outside the metal lined walls. Mr Reed grins at the fact he has you wrapped around his little finger, knowing now that you could never leave. Proving that control really is the one true religion.

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Hey guys, if you're blog looks like this

It doesn't matter if you have anything in your likes. You will be getting reported and blocked by people for thinking your a bot. This is the blogging website. You HAVE to reblog stuff

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THREE REASONS WRITING BLOGS MIGHT BE BLOCKING YOU

note: i obviously cannot speak for all writers on tumblr but here are three common reasons a writer might block you. obviously every blog is different and it’s a good thumb of rule to always check if the writer has a “byf (before you follow)”, a rulebook or a dni (do not interact) criteria. if they do it will be in their pinned or in their bio and it’s a good idea to give it a quick read through.

ONE. YOU’RE A MINOR

majority of writers who post nsfw block minors both for their own comfort but also for the minors. please make sure when you follow someone that they do not have "mdni (minors do not interact)" or 18+ written in their pinned or in their bio.

TWO. YOU’RE AN “AGELESS” BLOG

like stated above, a lot of writers are not comfortable interacting with blogs that they cannot confirm are adults. "ageless" blogs do not have any age indicators on their blog. (examples of age indicators: age (20, twenty), birthyear (2004, 19xx), 20+, adult)

by adding an age indicator, the writer can confirm you’re an adult and won’t block you for interacting.

THREE. YOU’RE A “BLANK” BLOG

"blank" blogs are blogs that have no customization like you can see below. 👇

no profile pic, no title, no header, no posts. if your blog looks like this (even if you might have a couple of posts) some people might block you because they think you’re a bot. (and your blog is also ageless since there’s no age indicator.)

THE “AVOID GETTING BLOCKED 101” TUMBLR CHECKLIST:

have an age indicator in your pinned post/your bio

have a profile picture and a header.

give your blog a title. a nickname, a pseudonym, something silly perhaps. nanami’s wife, gojo fucker. something that is not “untitled”.

have posts on your blog.* they don’t have to be your own posts, they can be reblogs as well!

*it’s important to note that tumblr is the reblog app. unlike other social media for example insta or tiktok, you are expected to interact on tumblr. reblog art you like, reblog things you think are funny or relatable or pretty. kinda like pinterest!! this way other people can see that you’re not a bot and you get to have a scrapbook of posts you like!!

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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promotion ; 2/2

pairing: lieutenant hank anderson x wife!reader

summary: continuation to of part one 'promotion.' hank fucks you good and tells you how great of a mom you're going to be

warnings: pure smut with some fluffy bits on the side, minors dni!!!!

a/n: ty to those who've read this!! i had a lot of fun writing this, and will def be writing more hank anderson x wife!reader content (because i'm a sucker for angst and i feel compelled now to write something post-cole's death) so enjoy the smut and fluff while it's hot! :D

"trust me, sweetheart — this is still my night."

your eyes widen as he towers above you from the side of the bed. you had to lean back a little on your elbows, to be able to really get a good look at all of him. you squeeze your thighs together.

“well, what were you thinking, lieutenant?” you look up at him and tilt your head to the side.

hank doesn’t say anything — he doesn’t even laugh. he presses a pointer finger to his lips before making his way to the foot of the bed. you watch as he pulls his t-shirt off, tossing it somewhere on the floor. you let out a whine when you watch him drop to his knees.

this time he does laugh, because all he’s done is remove his shirt and settle in between your legs at the end of the bed — and yet you’re already whining.

“someone’s needy,” he teases. his hands grab at the waistband of your pants before sliding them down your legs until they were off — leaving your cunt exposed for him. “beautiful.”

you blush at the compliment and turn your head to the side. you moan when you feel his lips press against your inner thighs.

“hank,” you sigh, his hot breath inching up closer to your burning core. “please.”

he taunts you by kissing aroouund your pussy. unbeknownst to you, you were already dripping for him. despite not even kissing your pussy, you feel yourself getting more and more sticky.

you groan and try and move your hips so his lips meet where you want them to. you feel his lips just barely brush your clit, coaxing his lips. you thought you won, but it doesn’t last long. he pins you to the bed before you can succeed.

“are you going to be a brat tonight or my good wife?” he asks, now hovering over you so he could look at you. you notice the faint shine of your wetness on his lips, smell yourself on him. hank made sure to not put his full weight down on you — because of the baby.

you tug at the waistband of his pants now, “i can be a brat and your good wife, lieutenant.”

he could feel himself getting harder, his clothed cock pressing against your bare cunt. hank had no idea he would get this turned on by you calling him that — lieutenant.

your gentle fingers run down the length of his cock still trapped in his pants. he let out a groan. you smile and press your lips to hank’s ear.

“or you could always fuck the brat out of me,” you bite on his earlobe, before pulling away far enough to look into his eyes. “please?”

“just because you say please all nice, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” he’s moving you now to lay on your side. he spanks your ass once before giving the piece of flesh a squeeze. “now, be good and stay put.”

you hum and rest your head on the pillows, moving only to get comfortable. meanwhile, hank was pushing his pants down his thighs, kicking his pants off his legs until he was left naked.

you turn your head to watch him. he was looking down at his dick, stroking it with concentration. his eyebrows furrow and tongue peeking out from his lips. his balls feel heavy, length long and hard — the tip of his dick was turning a violent shade of red, nearly purple.

you feel him press the tip of his dick against the bottom of your thighs, smearing his precum over your skin. you groan and start to wiggle.

“haannk,” you whine, pouting now up at him. “don’t make a mess before you’re in me.”

he smiles and lets his dick go, moving his hand up to grab your waist while he moves behind you. he’s spooning you now, hand back on his dick to press against your aching hole.

“i haven’t even prepared you for me,” he whispers low against your ear. he’s kissing around your ear and down your neck. “i don’t wanna hurt you, honey.”

you shake your head and grind yourself down on him, feeling his tip push into you. you both let out a moan, and it takes everything in hank to not fuck himself fully into you.

“then go slow,” you say, continuing your slow grind on him. you feel him slowly push just the tip in and out. “good. god, hank, that feels so good.”

he feels your cunt flutter around him each time he pushes into you. he wants to listen to you, to himself. he should go slow to make it easier on you. he doesn’t want to hurt you. but, fuck, he wants to fuck you sooo badly.

“i’m trying my best to go slow, sweetheart,” he moves his right arm under you, pulling you to his front. his fingers found one of your nipples, tugging and rolling it. “but you just feel so good. could put another baby in you.”

you let out a gasp when you feel his other fingers run down your clit. you couldn’t remember the last time you could touch yourself down there properly. having hank’s big fingers mush down on your bundle of nerves has your head spinning.

“h-hank!” you choke out, moaning loudly. you fight in hank’s hold to grind yourself on him — wanting him further in you, deeper.

he’s pushing himself further in you, slowly though. he pushes slow until he’s bottomed out in you, before pulling back and doing it again.

“would you want that?” he asks through his kisses. he gives your shoulder a love bite before kissing back up to your ear. “another baby? another one of mine-”

“ours,” you say, cutting him off. you’re panting at the feeling of him in you, filling you up nicely. he’s still playing with your nipples and clit, overstimulating you. “b-but, yes! yes, hank — i’ll have all your babies.”

he lets out a choked gasp, hips stuttering up into you before he has to stop. you listen to him pant, trying to catch his breath.

“are you oka-“

“yeah, yeah, sorry i just,” hank sighs and closes his eyes, nuzzling the side of your face. “i can’t wait to see you be a mom, i just know you’re going to be great. and whether you believe me or not, i think you look pretty hot pregnant with our kid.”

your eyes well up with tears from his words. you turn and do your best to look at him. hank only frowns, worrying he said something that upset you. before he could ask what’s wrong, you answer.

“i couldn’t do this with anyone else,” you say quietly, smiling when hank kisses your tears off your cheeks. “i think we’re both gonna do great.”

hank gives you a kiss on the cheek before you turn in his arms, looking ahead again. he slowly picks up the pace of his thrusts, listening to the squelching noises of his dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

“keep doing that, hank. feels so good,” you moan, gasping when he suddenly thrusts up, hitting your g-spot. “fuck, right there.”

he looks down where the two of you meet, watching as a creamy white ring forms around the base of his cock — his eyes widen. he looks away quickly, fearing he’d cum right then and there.

“i got you, honey. i’m here,” he keeps you pinned to his chest, fucking himself up into you while you thrash in his arms. you were so sensitive right now. “let me take care of you.”

and you did. you cling onto him wherever you could, while he fucks you deliciously in bed. your orgasm was creeping up on you, but you want to wait for hank. you feel his balls smacking against your swollen clit, causing you to let out another loud moan.

hank continues fucking you, rutting himself in you like a dog. he feels his own orgasm threatening to hit him earlier than he’d like. he feels less bad about it when the walls of your pussy clamp down around his dick. you let out a sharp gasp.

“c-cumming!” you cry out, shaking in his arms.

your sudden orgasm surprises you both. he continues humping you, fucking you until his own hips stutter. he grunts like an animal against your ear, his shaky breath hot on your skin.

it’s quiet, though, when he cums in you, dumping his thick seed into your soaking wet hole. he’s shaking now, holding you as tight as he could without hurting you. he doesn’t want to pull out, and neither do you.

“stay in me,” you pant, holding his arm when he goes to pull out. you turn and look at him, “please.”

he gives you a toothy grin and looks you in your eyes. how could he say no to his pretty wife? so he nods, like a good husband, and kisses the sweat off your brow.

you feel his dick slowly soften inside you, but he remains inside. his heart beating against your back.

"i love you," he says once he's caught his breath. his cheek is resting against yours, but he turns his face to kiss the corner of your mouth. "so, so much."

"i love you too, hank," you relish in the post-orgasm high, eyes closed as you feel hank caress your body, your pregnant belly.

your worries from earlier now forgotten. the only thoughts left swirling in your head, was how soon you could convince hank to fuck you again.

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promotion ; part 1/2

pairing: lt. hank anderson x wife!reader

summary: hank tells you the big news that he's getting promoted to lieutenant. you can't help but worry, but hank does his best to remind you that there’s nothing to worry about.

warnings: talks of pregnancy and pregnant body (reader is 8 months pregnant w/ baby cole), swearing, angst, minors dni

a/n: bestie showed me dbh and changed my life for the better. i love hank anderson the pathetic drunk bastard that he is — so hopefully you enjoy younger and recently-promoted lieutenant hank in this. he’ll probably feel a little ooc in this since it’s pre-dbh (and i guess also my hc of how i feel like he could have been when he was younger and married), but i hope you can still find enjoyment in this version. this can be read as a stand alone, but part 2 will be a continuation with smut for those who read that stuff. i haven’t wrote fanfic in at least a year so this helped me get back into the swing of things. enjoy! :’)

august 22, 2029 - detroit, michigan - anderson residence - 6:45 p.m.

you should have known he was going to be late. for as long as you've known him, as long as the two of you’ve been married — hank never seemed to be on time for anything. unless it was to a gears game.

you weren’t necessarily upset that he was late. you were just — confused. you knew you were probably just working yourself up over nothing, but it’d been nearly two hours after hank said he’d be home.

“he’s probably just working late,” you mumble, shaking your head before letting out a sigh. “i promise, your mother isn’t usually this paranoid.”

you feel your baby move around, pressing up on the spots where your hands rest on your stomach. the corners of your mouth quip up into a small smile.

“you’re right. i just need to relax,” you let out a deep breath. “he’ll be home any minute.”

and if on cue — the front door swings open. you could hear hank finishing a conversation with someone as he came in, closing the door after a few more waves goodbye.

he must not have seen you on the couch. when he went to turn, he caught you out of the corner of his eye — jumping back and nearly knocking into the bookshelf. before you could ask if he was okay, he starts talking.

“sorry, honey! the guys at work took me out for drinks after — and i lost track of the time,” he shakes his jacket off and hangs it on the coat rack before making his way to you.

leaning over the back of the couch, he gives the top of your head a kiss, “thanks for staying awake.”

your nose crinkles at his words, “it’s not even seven. you’re not ‘keeping me awake’,” you shake your head, laughing a little before sitting up for him to join you on the couch. “can’t do much when you’re expecting a baby in a month. i’m so bored.”

hank gives you a toothy grin before settling on the couch beside you. he opens his arms for you to join him on his lap, sitting sideways so he could hold you. you let your legs stretch out across the couch, while hank’s legs rest on the coffee table.

he feels you play with the buttons of his uniform, undoing each one until his uniform was left open. you run your hand over the white t-shirt he wore underneath, feeling his pecs. hank could have stayed in that moment for the rest of his life, you in his arms.

“i missed you a lot today,” looking up, you give hank a smile before kissing his lips, “but i’m glad you’re home now. seems like it was a good night at least after work.”

hank let his nose run along the side of your’s — up until he let it flick up off your forehead, only to be replaced by his lips. he could kiss you all night.

“it was. i’m sorry again for being late though. it was a long day,” he gives you another kiss. “glad to be back home though with you. i missed you too,” hank’s calloused fingers found their way into your hair, pushing it back behind your shoulders to expose your neck. “i missed you more.”

before you could protest that you did, in fact, love him more, you feel hank’s lips press against the side of your neck — peppering kisses up and down the one side, before gently biting down at the joint where your shoulder and neck met.

you let out a squeak, pushing at his shoulders, “stop, that tickles!” but he wasn’t going anywhere — only moving his assault to the other side of your neck.

you were laughing now, hugging hank to you as sat in the moment. you almost forgot about the news he was going to share with you.

“hank,” you let out a breath, feeling yourself begin to get tingly and warm. “as much as i want you to keep doing what you’re doing, i also do want to hear what your great news is. it must be really good if you went out for drinks.”

there was a brief moment of silence, as if hank was debating with himself on whether to listen to you or not. he was enjoying where he was at, what he was doing, in that moment. he was also still working up the courage to tell you the big news.

he wasn’t even sure why he was so nervous to tell you. it wasn’t like it was bad. he’d been promoted to lieutenant. detroit’s youngest one. he was proud — and it gave him some relief knowing you’d be taken care of, all of you … you, him, and your son. he just had to tell you.

he finally let himself pull away from your neck with a wet ‘pop!’ noise and a shit-eating grin — there was a little bit of saliva on his lips.

“you don’t want me to keep kissing you? that’s a first,” your face grows hot at his tease, looking at him from your spot in his lap. he gives your side a squeeze. “i haven’t even gotten the chance to ask how your day was.”

you shift in his lap to your best ability. your baby bump was not helping, hearing hank let out a quiet groan when you finally were able to settle down. his hands were on your thighs now, as each of your legs were on either side of him.

“very compromising position for someone who doesn’t want to be kissed,” you let out a laugh at his words.

“leave me alone, i want to be close to you,” you gave both his cheeks a kiss before finally his lips. “but also look at you, you know?”

“weirdo,” hank let out a laugh this time when you gave his nipples a twist, a playful glare on your face. he finally let out a yelp and began swatting your hands away.

“okay, ouch, stop that. i’m sorry, i was only kiddin’ around!”

you give into his pleas and let your hands roam up his chest to wrap around his neck. the two of you fell silent as you did your best to compose yourself.

“my day was good. i’m ready for the baby to be here,” your eyes fell to the bump that was in between you and hank. you felt the baby move as you spoke. “he’s ready to be here too, i think.”

hank was just as ready as you were for the baby to be here. you both had agreed going in that it didn’t matter what the baby came out to be, so long as they were healthy. but when you told him that your baby was going to be a son, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

so maybe now was a good time to get the promotion, hank thought to himself in that moment.

“well the big news i wanted to share is that they promoted me at work,” he did his best to be casual about it, not be too prideful — despite the wonderful accomplishment. “i’m now lieutenant hank anderson.”

there was a glaze that cast over your eyes. he caught it before you zone out. shifting the mood. hank couldn’t help but frown at your reaction. it wasn’t what he was expecting at all.

of course you were happy for hank. what kind of wife would you be if you weren’t? he’d been working so hard to get here.

he was now the youngest lieutenant in detroit city police history. you wish you could have given him a better reaction, but you were taken off guard and, as selfish as it was, you almost didn’t want him to take it.

“honey? you okay?”

his words pull you from your thoughts. looking up, you force a smile, “yeah, of course. i’m sorry, that’s wonderful news, hank. i’m so proud of you.”

you lean forward and give him a proper kiss. holding his face to you until you pull away for air. you did your best to not look him in the eyes — you didn’t want him to see you cry.

“i’m really, really proud of you, hank,” you shut your eyes and feel the tears escape, slipping down your cheeks. you began crying once you felt hank kiss away your tears. “i’m sorry.”

“talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispers against your temple, rocking you in his arms. “what’s going on in your head?”

“i don’t know. i guess im scared,” you confess. you knew his job wasn’t going to be any different — except more responsibility and paperwork — but now you were about to have a baby. you didn’t want to lose hank and be left alone to raise your son by yourself.

looking hank in the eyes now, you watch as his expression softens — wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“i’m scared of losing you,” you begin again, this time more clear. “i’m scared that i’m going to get that call one day — from fowler or someone at your job, telling me something happened and you didn’t make it. i don’t- i can’t lose you.”

you let out a deep breath. it felt like a weight had been taken off your chest then. your hands found their way to hank’s wrist, holding them steady as he kept your face in his hands.

you watch as he comes close to you. he gives your forehead a kiss before tilting your head back so you could look him in the eyes.

“i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he gives you that toothy grin you love so much and you began to cry again. “i’m not leaving you or the baby. you’re not gonna lose me.”

sniffling, you look him in the eyes through wet lashes, “promise?”

he chuckles and nods his head, “i promise, sweetheart. you have my word.”

you didn't want to spoil his night any more than you already had, so you decide his promise was enough for the time being. you give him a soft peck on the corner of his mouth.

"i love you, hank. i'm sorry for ruining the big news," you gently stroke the side of his face, smiling weakly as your thumb traces over the lines on his face.

"you didn't ruin anything, honey. not at all," he turns his head to kiss your fingers that were on his face, wrapping his arms around you in the process. "but i can't lie, it's not exactly how i pictured the night to go."

you laugh and nod in agreement, "i'd like to blame the fact that the baby is going to be here next month, but i just have to accept this is who i am."

"and who exactly are you?" hank asks you, leaning forward to press kisses on your neck again.

you smile and pull him closer to you, feeling his hands rest on your sides to hold you down on his lap.

"lieutenant anderson's wife,"

he stops pressing kisses to your neck when you answer him, a low growl escaping his throat. he pulls back from where he was buried in your neck, his once blue eyes now onyx from his blown-out pupils.

"that's right. my wife," he grips you tight before standing up, steadying you before making his way to the bedroom. "and i think it's time i show my wife some appreciation."

"but this is supposed to be your night!" you protest, clinging to him as he turns into the bedroom. you feel him gently lay you on the bed before smiling down at you. you couldn't help but glance down at the growing bulge in his pants.

"trust me, sweetheart — this is still my night."

part two

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thinking about iida and that sugar baby reader and I think iida pays you big bucks to dry hump with you. both of you in your underwear. He rubs if cock right against you like he's fucking you, whining in your ear the whole time.

"I'll buy you whatever you want-" he pants with every stroke. "Anything. anything-"

"H-heels." His rubbing you just right,sliding over your clothed clit. He hums in approval, so you press further.

"A-a--" you run your nails down his back. "Earrings."

His cock twitches.

"Necklace."

Iida's head falls to rest on your collarbone. His breath heats your skin as he grinds, rolling his hips as if he was actually fucking you. The way he shakes tells you he's close, but not completely there-

"A wedding ring," you whisper. "Nice and big and-"

Heat and wet seep through his boxers into your cotton underwear.

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we dont queue posts here you will know im online because a sudden wave of posts i reblogged will flood your dash and then i dissapear for 6 hours

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𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬…

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: After a promise long ago, here is your wonderful meal for Ryuken. It felt so good to write something just for him alone. Enjoy!!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, 18+content, breeding/impregnation kink, age gap, power play, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, semi-public sex (his office)

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✧ SFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always pretends to be deeply inconvenienced by how much he likes you. “Why must you take up so much of my mental bandwidth?” he mutters, pulling you into his lap anyway, his hand already resting on your thigh like it’s second nature.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never really smiled with his eyes until you started texting him the dumbest memes at 2am, and now he’s got a whole folder of them on his phone labelled “stupidity (Y/N)”.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...buys you a toothbrush for his bathroom and pretends it’s just because “you forget yours too often”—but gets a little twitch in his eye the first time you call it your toothbrush.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps checking your coat is zipped up when you go outside in winter. “Your generation has no sense of survival. Button it. I’m not treating you for pneumonia.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...listens very intently when you ramble about things you love, even if he doesn’t understand half of it. He’ll just say, “I assume that’s a compliment, based on your tone,” if you throw slang at him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gives you a look so deeply unimpressed when you pout at him, but always caves. “You’re manipulative. Utterly spoiled. Fine. We’ll stop for ice cream.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never texts with emojis, never uses exclamation marks, and still somehow makes a three-word message feel like a love confession.

“You made it home?” “Eat something, please.” “Bring a jumper.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...scoffs every time you tease him about his reading glasses but still lets you push them up his nose for him like a little ritual.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has been on the same page of his book for twenty minutes because you keep kissing his jaw and curling against his side and he won’t say it but he’s never been happier.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...lets you nap on his chest even if he’s got work to do. Just reaches over you to his laptop, typing one-handed, the other hand stroking your hair rhythmically like he’s winding himself down.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps a spare scarf in his car, just in case you forget yours, and mutters “children” under his breath when he has to drape it round your neck himself.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has a drawer with things just for you in it—pads, your favourite snacks, a fluffy pair of socks you forgot once. “No point in you complaining every time you visit.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...tried to play it cool but very obviously got his hair trimmed a little differently after you offhandedly said you liked it swept back.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...acts like he’s above public affection, yet his thumb always finds its way to the inside of your wrist, stroking absently while you talk with friends like his body’s on autopilot to touch you.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets a little twitch at the corner of his mouth every time you call him handsome without teasing. “Is this some attempt at flattery? You’re ridiculous.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...will never say “I love you” out loud first, but his hands tremble a little the first time you say it—and he presses a kiss to your forehead like he’s sealing something sacred.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...pretends to be annoyed by your clinginess but hums quietly whenever you drape yourself over him like a scarf, like he’s trying not to let you know it soothes him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never remembers how to use emojis properly and once sent you a heart followed by a skull and a syringe when he meant “love you, goodnight.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets up extra early on your birthday to make you breakfast, plate arranged perfectly, coffee already poured, candles lit. “Don’t say anything sentimental. Just eat.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...once accidentally called you “sweetheart” when half-asleep and immediately tried to brush it off like it didn’t mean anything—but you caught the pink in his ears.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...sometimes stares at you when he thinks you’re not looking. Not with lust, not with curiosity—just with the quiet, stunned softness of a man who didn’t know he could feel like this again.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...once stitched up your finger in the kitchen after you cut it, and you noticed his hands shaking. “I see enough blood. I don’t need to see yours.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...tells you off for eating too little, staying up too late, not drinking water—and then forgets his own lunch at the hospital three days in a row until you start packing it for him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never takes his ring off—the subtle one you gave him, that doesn’t look like much, but he wears it on a chain when he’s in the OR and glances at it when he’s thinking.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t need to raise his voice to assert dominance—he just stands behind you while you’re talking to another man, adjusting his cufflinks, eyes cool and unreadable. You feel his presence like gravity.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t say much about the age gap, but when someone makes a comment about you being “a bit young for him,” he just leans over and says with calm menace, “She’s exactly the right age to handle me. Unlike you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...calls you “my girl” in that offhand, low voice that makes your stomach flip, especially when he says it in front of others—especially when his hand is on your thigh under the table.

✧ NSFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...had absolutely no business looking that good in a hospital coat, walking through corridors like a man who knows every pair of eyes are on him, but only ever stops for yours, muttering, “You’re loitering again. You want me to do something about that?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...sits on the edge of his pristine leather armchair, glasses low on his nose, fingers tapping against his knee while you’re on yours between them, licking along his cock like it’s something sacred. “Slow down. You’re being greedy again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never rushes anything. Not his words. Not his work. Not the way he fingers you on his pristine office couch, thumb against your clit, eyes calmly watching your mouth drop open like he’s examining a symptom.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always smells like expensive cologne, antiseptic, and old paper. You don’t know how the fuck that’s attractive until your face is buried against his starched shirt while he fingers you under his desk, whispering, “Quiet. Or I’ll let you drip on the floor and make you clean it up with your tongue.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...absolutely refuses to call you anything ridiculous like “bunny” or “kitten”, but does call you “good girl” in that sharp, cool tone that makes your thighs twitch. “On the bed. Legs open. Good girl. Stay like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t do jealousy, not loudly anyway. But when he sees you talking to Urahara for a little too long, he later fucks you against his library shelves with your wrists pinned behind you, whispering, “If you want attention, you come to me. Not that circus act.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always removes your panties like he’s unwrapping something expensive he’s been waiting weeks for. Even if he’s already ripped them off you three times that week. Even if you’re already whining. “Be patient. You’ll cum when I let you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...calls you ridiculous for getting shy about asking for things in bed, then slowly and clearly says it for you. “You want my cock in your cunt. Say it properly.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...doesn’t raise his voice when he’s angry—he gets colder, quieter, deadly calm. Which somehow makes you wetter when he says things like, “If you keep bratting for attention, I’ll ruin you. And you’ll thank me after.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...lets you crawl into his lap like you’re twenty years younger and ten inches shorter, and just sighs like you’re a complicated medical case. “Is this how grown women behave now?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...absolutely, unapologetically, worships you. “Spread your legs. No, keep your hands there—I want to see you fall apart when I fuck you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...pretends to be annoyed when you tease him in public, but under the dinner table, his hand casually finds its way between your thighs, fingers pressing in warning. “You have about five seconds to stop grinding that chair before I drag you to the loo.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...does not do mess. And yet, he still gets on his knees, perfectly composed, licking into your cunt until your thighs are shaking and the pristine sleeves of his dress shirt are just wet with your slick. “You taste far better than you deserve to.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets visibly hard whenever you wear his dress shirts around the house with nothing underneath. He just lifts your legs onto the kitchen counter and eats you out like breakfast while the kettle whistles behind him.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...teases you for being clingy, but if you so much as shift off his lap too early after sex, he wraps his arm around your waist and says, “You stay right here. I didn’t say I was done with you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has you sitting on his lap while he’s on a conference call, holding your hips down while his cock is buried in your cunt. “Be quiet. If they notice, I’ll make you finish on speaker.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...says things like, “If you’re going to be this mouthy, I’ll need to give you something better to put in it,” with a dry tone and one brow raised, already unzipping his trousers.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...knows he shouldn’t be falling for someone your age, and yet still buys you that necklace you pointed at in the window, and says, “You’re trouble. Expensive trouble.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets flustered exactly once—when Uryu caught you walking out of his house with his shirt on. “Don’t say anything. I’ll talk to him. Eventually.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...has exact control over his fingers. Two in your cunt and one on your clit, all while holding eye contact. “Keep your eyes on me, darling. I want to see exactly how much you can take.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...laughs—actually laughs—when you try to dom him one night. “That’s adorable. Lie down before I show you how grown men handle brats.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...makes sure you’re always fed, hydrated, and not overworking yourself. Even if you’re a wreck under him, panting and dripping cum down your thighs, he still says, “You’re drinking water before round three. I’m not having you faint on me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...fingers your pussy like it’s his favourite thing in the world, hands spreading your lips like he’s reading a book, deep groan vibrating through his mouth. “This greedy little thing missed me, didn’t it?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps a little photo of you—not even a nude, just you biting your lip in his bed—tucked into his wallet like a teenager. When you catch him looking at it, he just says, “Don’t get ideas. I needed something to keep me focused.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...always makes you cum on his fingers before he fucks you. Every time. No exceptions. “I won’t waste my cock on a cunt that hasn’t earned it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...refuses to let you call him “daddy” in bed, but secretly loves it when you slip and say it when you’re cockdrunk. He just gives you a look and says, “Say that again and I’ll ruin you for men your age.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gives you an allowance like he’s your sugar daddy—but insists it’s “compensation for enduring my schedule.” Then raises an eyebrow when you show up in lingerie he definitely paid for.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...makes so much eye contact while he’s fucking you that it makes your knees weak. “Eyes up. Don’t look away. I want to watch you come apart.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...says things like, “That’s it, good girl, take it all. Look at that, it’s stretching you already,” as his cock sinks into your cunt slow and steady like he’s measuring how deep he can go.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...uses your cunt like it’s therapy after long shifts. Doesn’t even talk. Just strips you, bends you over the back of the couch and fucks into you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...once fucked you so hard the bedframe cracked, and simply muttered, “I’ll buy another. Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...lets you mark up his chest with bites and scratches but scolds you if you try to leave anything visible on his neck. “Professional image matters. You’ll have to make do with the rest of me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...keeps you cockwarming while he reads case files, absently stroking your back like a housecat. “You’re being surprisingly well-behaved today. Should I reward you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...comes so fucking hard the first time you ask him to do it raw, he groans through his teeth, body trembling with restraint, and doesn’t stop moving until you’re twitching under him. “You want me to fill you up? Then you don’t get to run away after. Lie still.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...never meant to lose control with you that night—but the second you moaned “cum inside me” against his throat, he snapped your legs over his shoulders and fucked you so deep you were crying, low voice rasping, “You want to carry something that belongs to me? Then take it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...gets fucking possessive when he’s breeding you. Whole body caging you in. No gentle kisses. No teasing. Just raw, determined fucking until your cunt’s swollen and stuffed and his seed’s spilling out of you. “I don’t want to see you with anyone else. If you’re going to be full, it’ll be because of me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...presses you against his office window one night, skirt bunched around your waist, whispering against your ear, “What would they say if they knew I was filling you up like this? That I was breeding you like a woman half my age?”

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who...tells you, voice tight and low, “I never got the chance to do this the first time. Don’t take it lightly if I want it with you.” And he doesn’t—he makes love to you like it’s sacred, like breeding you is giving him something back he lost.

˚₊‧꒰ა DILF!Ryuken who…curls himself around you after, one hand spread over your belly like he’s willing your body to keep every drop. “Stay still. You’ll waste it. And don’t pretend you don’t like the thought.

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