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a menace to their otherwise peaceful (not.) working space

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when the story is just not working, but you keep writing anyway

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THINGS GOJO SATORU SAYS IN BED

“hey—no teasing. take it all. ngh .. fuck me..”

“you cryin?”

“lay back, and let me do all the work. i just want you to sit there and look pretty.”

“try to keep your legs up, i know it’s hard. but try for me beautiful.”

“want me to help you?”

“get it wet .. just like that. you know i like it sloppy.”

“just wait baby .. fuck—give me a damn minute.”

“does it hurt when i fuck you like this? hm? why are you squeezing me so tight then?

“tell me you love it .. fuck, you’re so dirty.”

“arch it baby .. there you go angel.”

“nuh-uh, open those pretty legs.”

“don’t make me cuff your hands, bet you’d like that huh?”

“you’re weak here .. right?”

“keep your eyes on me.”

“you look so fucking beautiful .. such a little slut for me when i eat that pretty cunt out .. i should do it more often. y’so soft for me now.”

“you can do it pretty .. you can take it—shit!”

“want me to spank that pussy? lay back then,”

“give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“one’s enough for you? think that pussy’s begging for another.”

“don’t be embarrassed .. i love it when you squirt for me.”

“you want it so bad? beg.”

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No Sleep in the Sheets

IB: Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

gn!reader;unspecified reader parts

Cw: angst???, light smut???, mentions of hallucinating, light knife-play???, sadzawa, idk what im doing???

minors dni

by scrolling below this, you agree to view this 18+ content

Context??: You are Aizawa’s past lover that passed away in a tragic accident. Aizawa struggles with the reality of what has happened and even started having hallucinations …or at least that's what he thought it was.

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…One…two…THREE empty Coors Light boxes scattered across the room as the sleep deprived pro-hero tried to drown out his sorrows. To wash away the pain of seeing your reflection in the mirror once more after his shower.

“I’m going fucking crazy” he mutters to himself, wiping the stray tear that fought to fall down as the glass bottle hits the hardwood floor. There it goes again, the random wafts of your thrifted perfume that you wore often when you first started dating flooded his senses. He picks up another bottle, removing the spiked cap with his calloused fingers to inhale the yeast stench that overpowered your flowery but rustic scent, even if its effect only worked for less than a minute.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Not seeing your lover cope in such a way. It's been weeks. He already barely gets a wink of sleep on a daily basis but lately Aizawa has been going on 3 day long benders, stumbling into work despite being given paid leave to deal with the grief. Always trying to save everyone but himself.

Ghosts are not to interfere with the daily lives of the living, no matter how badly it hurts to see.

“He seems so lonely”,you found yourself whispering every now and then as you watched him from various spots in the now trashed apartment you shared. It was often followed by a soft cringe from him…as he could hear the sharp and piercing version of your voice. He just chalked it up to paracusia.

wOOSH, you snatch up the bottle from his weak grasp

He stares at the floating bottle making its way to the dresser with wide eyes.

“This isn’t the way, my love.” you whisper, knowing he will flinch from the altered version of your once light and comforting voice. You needed to find a way to tell him that you were there. You find your legs making their way over to your side of the bed that he refused to sleep on and you pull him into you.

“Y-Y/N?” He stuttered in confusion. He had so many questions but they were muffled as he found himself sinking into your familiar warmth. His 5 senses being fulfilled by you.

Your smell, even if it wasn’t real, the comfort the smell brought him was too much to pass up. He found himself wrapping his arms around your figure and nuzzling his head where your neck would be.He missed your touch. He felt your small kisses showering his forehead. Being able to feel him again just made you want to do more. And luckily, he still knew your body like the back of his hand. ‘Just a taste’, the both of you think before finding yourselves in a deep kiss. One filled with love, hurt, and desperation. His kisses were still a bit sloppy due to the beer but who cared when your tongues danced their familiar tango? Hearing your soft pants that overrode his whines as he used his knee to get you aroused while your hand rubbed and squeezed at his ever-growing bulge. The sight of the knife you kept in the dresser next to the bed from your friskier nights together against gently pressing against his stomach as you rode his length. The knife pressing deeper into him as your hole consumed him further.

The familiar pain only turned him on more, which was apparent in the way his member twitched inside of you, ready to burst as blood began to trickle down to where both parties’ joint arousal pooled.

“Shit, you still take that dick like a champ…”,he mutters under his breath, struggling to keep his composure but with the sounds of your bodies colliding it was impossible. You use your free hand to choke him, hard. He relishes in the feeling, being completely fine if this ended up being the thing that meant he’d be able to be with you again.

“Gonna c-cum- ah shit-“ he curses through his release, his thick spurts of cum coating your walls, causing you to also finish. You both let out heavy breaths as you recover. You subconsciously let your ghoulish body rest upon his chest, a gentle sigh escaping his lips from the feeling. Neither of you are moving in fear of the consequences of this.

Bonus Angst based on Francesca by Hozier

Aizawa’s dream that night included fleeting flashes of your memories together as he feels the ghost of his lover slipping away slowly as you’re drawn back to the afterlife to deal with the consequences of engaging with the living. You either have to kill him, or he’ll have to have all memories of you two together wiped so he can move on.

“Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” is what you mutter to yourself as you have to watch the memories of you two being extracted from his brain.

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*in Keith Lee voice* Fo sho ya right on- FO SHO YA RIGHT ON-

yours | nanami kento (repost)

tags: infidelity, age gap (reader is 25, nanami is 35), angst, crying, insults, smut, cum eating (??), oral (f!), reader is pregnant

“you’re a nasty old man.” you muttered as he caressed the soles of your swollen feet, your hands over your face — trying to hide yourself from him but it almost never worked. you always seemed to bare your soul to him no matter what and you hated it.

he said nothing, allowing you to express your anger at him. he was almost beginning to hate himself for the amount of pain he was causing you. you stretched your legs out before removing them from him entirely. the warmth and the softness he knew, all gone in an instant. you tucked your feet into the comfy couch cushion and sniffled.

you wanted to hate him with all you had. but you had already knew these things about him. you knew he had a wife. you knew he was married to her for almost seven years. you knew that.

but why did it feel more serious and more real today? she had the ring but you have the baby, you had him and what he wanted. you were what he wanted, he assured you always.

but for the public, it was always her. you couldn’t help but feel envious. to feel shamed. embarrassed even. your throat raw and scratchy from crying, your nose running. “you’re just a nasty old man who wanted something different…something new? you didn’t want me… you wanted a fantasy.” you couldn’t look at him anymore.

“baby,” he swallowed hard, urging you to look at him. his hand reaching for your belly. but you shooed him off.

“not that hand, no.” you shook your head harshly, glaring at the ring. a symbol of what you’d never be. a cruel reality. “do you love her?”

“i’ve never loved her. i never knew love until you.” he whispered. “she made me lonely. i have never been happier with you.”

“then why…” you couldn’t speak anymore, throat closing up and the tears slipping before you could stop yourself. but he pulled you close and on to his lap.

“she found out i was leaving and wanted to make a scene. she wanted to see and catch us off guard. believe me when i say, i haven’t see her in almost two years.”

“the way she grabbed you. the way she kissed you—” your head was spinning, so much dizziness.

“stress isn’t good for the baby.” he reminded you. “but just know, this is what she wanted. the commotion. your doubt. to get the public’s attention on me and her after all these speculations over the years… we been over years ago. she’s been gone out of my head the moment i saw you,” he explains. “it’s always been you and it always will. she caught me off guard, i was looking for you and…” he does a long sigh before he next speaks.

“i was looking for you and she was wearing your dress.” he whispered, ashamed, rubbing his forehead. “a lapse in judgement on my part, but she’s crazy. anything to keep getting money out of me. she ran away when i first mentioned divorce, i’ve been looking for her the moment we got so serious. i would never want you to feel so humiliated.”

you knew what he was saying was true. he was a good man. he always treated you right. he was sweet and a real man. and you were too overwhelmed with seeing her for the first time that you let everything slip out the window.

he reached for your ankle, looking over your lilac painted toes. he pressed small kisses all over — the top of your foots, each toe and even the bottom. “i love every part of you. i love you. only you.”

time always moved too fast with him. now, you laid spread out and bare for him. your body felt foreign and the hair made you want to cover up. you hated this feeling. you wanted to cry. wrapping your arms up, you hide your aching breasts and closed your legs.

“you look so damn ravishing.” he murmurs, his cock leaking and bobbling, throbbing so hard you can’t look away. “this nasty old man is gonna make love to you until he can’t anymore, so don’t hide from me.” he spread your legs again before taking your hands in his.

your legs wrapped away his waist as he thrusts forward, slowly and just barely pushing the tip in. you were almost too wet and slippery on the inside, using his hand he aligned himself to your dripping hole.

you bit your lip while you watched and when your walls swallowed him up, your legs shook uncontrollably, almost on the brink from barely one thrust. he chuckled, “always so sensitive.”

you playfully glared at him and grabbed his face, eager to kiss him. his lips soft and sweet, his tongue moving sloppy as his hips was. his eyes closed, he was deep in thought, his groans soft. his mind focused on one thing: you.

your walls squeezing him, wrapping around him like a snake, your nails felt permanently attached to his skin. you rocked your hips to his, meeting every soft thrust of his. his thrust powerful but so sensual and you felt every drag of it.

“you’re just so perfect.” his cock felt hot inside of your body and the pressure in your tummy felt too good, small splashing came with each slow thrusting. his dick wet along with his lower stomach.

he stroked your clit in circles, doing a tight smile whenever your precious cunt tightened up on him. you moans traveling louder into his ears. “ken…” he loved hearing his name even more than the moans coming out of your mouth.

taking a look at you, he grinned. your eyes squeezed shut and your dark brown skin glowing with sweat. “gonna marry you. gonna fuck’n…” the naughty sounds of his balls slapping your ass and the assault on your clit had your toes curling. “gonna make you my little house wife. j‘like we always planned.” he could feel you pulsing and feel himself getting close.

your gooey squishy insides feeling like heaven against his hard cock, taking him just like he needed. “i love you.” you told him, opening your eyes.

he placed a hand on your stomach and whispered to your lips, “i love you. i love you both.”

with the swirl of his hips, he stilled, his strong hands taking hold of the headboard. “now let me serve you.”

even with his cum oozing out of you, he lowered his head and spread your lips open before his tongue wrapped around the head of your clit.

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Just a quick nsfw Leona Kingscholar drabble (?)

gn!reader friendly

minors dni

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The sounds of your whimpers and the Savanaclaw housewarden’s hips slapping against your ass fill the hall as he grips your hips tighter in order to drill into you faster. Your dripping hole attempts to push him out, to which both of you disprove of.

“Eh? Don’t try to run from it now, herbivore. Your scent only gets stronger when you’re around me. You should be thanking me for skipping out on one of my naps to take care of it~”, he growls in your ear after using his large gloved hand to give you a new makeshift necklace and licking up from the sweet spot on your collarbone to the sensitive spot on your ear because he loves the way you shiver and clench around him.

The only thing you’re able to do is squeal and mewl in response as he uses you as his personal fuck doll. The spines on his girthy dick massaging and filling the inside of your squelching warmth in a way that no other sexual partner or toy ever has. You try(against your better judgement) to control your sounds by using your hand. You suddenly feel the hand being moved and your arm being twisted behind your back. And you let out a hiss as you feel him go even deeper.

“C’mon~ be a good little mouse and squeak for me. Let the rest of the dorm know who this hole really belongs to~”

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull for the umpteenth time this afternoon as your high comes crashing over you in pure bliss. Despite being just a bit too fucked out to produce words, you still wouldn’t dare forget scream out the name of the only one who can take care of you in such a way.

“Aaa~…fuUuck~ Th-thank you L-Leona~ Mmmf~”

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No Sleep in the Sheets

IB: Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde

gn!reader;unspecified reader parts

Cw: angst???, light smut???, mentions of hallucinating, light knife-play???, sadzawa, idk what im doing???

minors dni

by scrolling below this, you agree to view this 18+ content

Context??: You are Aizawa’s past lover that passed away in a tragic accident. Aizawa struggles with the reality of what has happened and even started having hallucinations …or at least that's what he thought it was.

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…One…two…THREE empty Coors Light boxes scattered across the room as the sleep deprived pro-hero tried to drown out his sorrows. To wash away the pain of seeing your reflection in the mirror once more after his shower.

“I’m going fucking crazy” he mutters to himself, wiping the stray tear that fought to fall down as the glass bottle hits the hardwood floor. There it goes again, the random wafts of your thrifted perfume that you wore often when you first started dating flooded his senses. He picks up another bottle, removing the spiked cap with his calloused fingers to inhale the yeast stench that overpowered your flowery but rustic scent, even if its effect only worked for less than a minute.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Not seeing your lover cope in such a way. It's been weeks. He already barely gets a wink of sleep on a daily basis but lately Aizawa has been going on 3 day long benders, stumbling into work despite being given paid leave to deal with the grief. Always trying to save everyone but himself.

Ghosts are not to interfere with the daily lives of the living, no matter how badly it hurts to see.

“He seems so lonely”,you found yourself whispering every now and then as you watched him from various spots in the now trashed apartment you shared. It was often followed by a soft cringe from him…as he could hear the sharp and piercing version of your voice. He just chalked it up to paracusia.

wOOSH, you snatch up the bottle from his weak grasp

He stares at the floating bottle making its way to the dresser with wide eyes.

“This isn’t the way, my love.” you whisper, knowing he will flinch from the altered version of your once light and comforting voice. You needed to find a way to tell him that you were there. You find your legs making their way over to your side of the bed that he refused to sleep on and you pull him into you.

“Y-Y/N?” He stuttered in confusion. He had so many questions but they were muffled as he found himself sinking into your familiar warmth. His 5 senses being fulfilled by you.

Your smell, even if it wasn’t real, the comfort the smell brought him was too much to pass up. He found himself wrapping his arms around your figure and nuzzling his head where your neck would be.He missed your touch. He felt your small kisses showering his forehead. Being able to feel him again just made you want to do more. And luckily, he still knew your body like the back of his hand. ‘Just a taste’, the both of you think before finding yourselves in a deep kiss. One filled with love, hurt, and desperation. His kisses were still a bit sloppy due to the beer but who cared when your tongues danced their familiar tango? Hearing your soft pants that overrode his whines as he used his knee to get you aroused while your hand rubbed and squeezed at his ever-growing bulge. The sight of the knife you kept in the dresser next to the bed from your friskier nights together against gently pressing against his stomach as you rode his length. The knife pressing deeper into him as your hole consumed him further.

The familiar pain only turned him on more, which was apparent in the way his member twitched inside of you, ready to burst as blood began to trickle down to where both parties’ joint arousal pooled.

“Shit, you still take that dick like a champ…”,he mutters under his breath, struggling to keep his composure but with the sounds of your bodies colliding it was impossible. You use your free hand to choke him, hard. He relishes in the feeling, being completely fine if this ended up being the thing that meant he’d be able to be with you again.

“Gonna c-cum- ah shit-“ he curses through his release, his thick spurts of cum coating your walls, causing you to also finish. You both let out heavy breaths as you recover. You subconsciously let your ghoulish body rest upon his chest, a gentle sigh escaping his lips from the feeling. Neither of you are moving in fear of the consequences of this.

Bonus Angst based on Francesca by Hozier

Aizawa’s dream that night included fleeting flashes of your memories together as he feels the ghost of his lover slipping away slowly as you’re drawn back to the afterlife to deal with the consequences of engaging with the living. You either have to kill him, or he’ll have to have all memories of you two together wiped so he can move on.

“Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” is what you mutter to yourself as you have to watch the memories of you two being extracted from his brain.

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Patience is a Virtue

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

synopsis: You had bought a new dress for your anniversary dinner with your husband. However, he seems to find that little, black dress quite troublesome.

pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

tags: 18+ NSFW, hair pulling, manhandling, overstimulation, choking, slight daddy kink, pet names (darling, sweetheart, good girl, my love.), not proofread

word count: 2.1k

A savory aroma swam throughout your shared apartment as the steak sizzled in its skillet. The butter popped and developed a darker color as it was basted over the fancy cut of meat. Cloves of garlic and a bundle of fresh herbs were tossed into the pan as a pair of strong hands flipped the steak with ease. Another loud sizzle broke out as the raw side hit the searing hot pan.

“Shouldn’t be too much longer now, is the table set?” Nanami spoke with a smile as he glanced back your way.

There was a slight bend in your hips as you reached out to readjust the flower vase in the middle of the table. Your focus on making sure everything was absolutely perfect for your anniversary dinner ended up being just the distraction Nanami needed. His footsteps were heavy but slow as he approached you from behind.

The little black dress you wore hugged your hips in such a way that made him groan as you reached further across the table to straight up the dinner plates. The black fabric riding up just enough to show him that you hadn’t bothered with any panties for tonight. Nanami chuckled softly as his hands rested on your waist. The sudden touch caught you off guard causing you to let out a small yelp.

“Ah! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” 

You gave your husband a playful smack on the shoulder paired with a scowl. When you tried to move away to finish setting up for dinner, his grip on you only tightened. As you looked up at him in confusion, his hands dipped down to your hips. Nanami’s silence was all you needed to understand that your fate had been sealed.

Deep brown eyes trailed down your body like a starved animal staring at prey. Your heart leaped into your throat as you stared back with wide e/c eyes. The sound of your pulse racing rang out in your ears as you took a step backwards.

With quick precision, Nanami grabbed a hold of your wrist. Using just a fraction of his strength, he spun you around before yanking your body against his own. The sculpted muscles of his chest tensed up as your back was pressed against it. His free hand slithered around your throat, not quite squeezing just yet.

Feeling his breath on the back of your neck had your body quivering. The mix of arousal and anticipation settled deep in your gut as you slowly gained the courage to look up. A small gasp escaped you as you met your husband’s gaze. His cheeks were already flushed a light pink color. His chest heaved as his breathing became heavier. His pupils were blown with a 

combination of lust and love alike.

“I need you…”

The deep decibels of his voice made you shiver. The warmth of his breath gently caressing the shell of your ear as he closes in, his desire growing by the second. The hand around your throat moved back to grab a handful of your hair, gripping it tightly as he yanked your head back. With your neck now exposed, Nanami couldn’t help but savor how delicious and vulnerable you looked below him.

“I’m taking you.”

Nanami’s tone was soft but his words were harsh. Before you had a moment to react, his teeth dug into the soft skin on the side of your neck. Tears stung your eyes as you could feel a purple bruise forming on the delicate piece of flesh. With his free arm, he tightly wrapped it around your torso to grab a handful of the dark fabric hugging your hips. In one smooth motion, Nanami ripped the dress from your body. The chilly air sent goosebumps across your skin as your naked body became exposed to the empty apartment. 

“I-I really liked that dress.”

You ended your words with a pathetic whimper that just caused your husband to chuckle dryly in your ear.

“I’ll buy you another one, princess.”

Out of everything that had occurred already, hearing his little pet name for you had the blood rushing to your cheeks. Biting your bottom lip did nothing against the smirk threatening to form on your face as Nanami’s hand moved to cup your face, forcing you to look up at him again.

“What color?” 

His fingers gently trailed down your throat as he smiled softly, a rare sight that caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“Green.”

That word was all Nanami needed. Your husband dragged you to the empty side of the table and sat you on top of it.

“Wait, let’s just go to the-”

A strong, pale hand quickly grabbed you by your throat, squeezing lightly. The air rushed out of your lungs as Nanami growled lowly.

“Be a good girl for me, okay?” 

The question was rhetorical. The tightness growing in Nanami’s pants had his patience wearing thin. Testing your obedience, he took a step back to slowly roll up the sleeves of his shirt. Dark chocolate eyes glued to yours the entire time. You dared not move but watching his muscles strain against the tight, blue fabric had you more than willing to listen.

“Sitting pretty for me as always, darling.”

Nanami reached out to gently caress your cheek with his thumb. You subconsciously leaned into his touch and planted a sweet kiss on his open palm. The feelings of your warm lips against his flesh broke the rest of his already fragile patience as his lips crashed into yours. 

The kiss was so hungry and desperate, it made your head spin. Your eyes fluttered closed as Nanami cupped your face. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Eagerly, you parted your lips and moaned as the taste of him overwhelmed your senses. As you became a tangle of moans and twisted limbs, Nanami’s hands moved to grip your hips once again. This time, he pulled you to the end of the table. Your legs dangled off of the edge as you pressed your palms into the cool wood to keep your balance. 

With brows furrowed in confusion, you gave Nanami a questioning look. All he gave you in response was a knowing grin before he kneeled down in front of you. Before you could process what was happening, his tongue flicked between your folds like a man starving. Immediately, you dropped to your elbows as your body shivered in heavenly pleasure. The sorcerer threw your plush thighs over his shoulders as he reached out to intertwine his hands with yours.

“I had to see if you tasted as delicious as you looked~” 

His laughter sent delectable vibrations onto your clit as his tongue circled it like a lion going in for the kill. Your hands tightened against his as small mewls and whines fell from your lips. As your back hit the wooden table beneath you, your body trembled as a thin layer of sweat covered your skin. Nanami then took the swollen bud between his lips, sucking lightly. Your eyes shot open as you release a guttural moan. 

When you tried to pull your hands away, Nanami’s eyes met yours in a threatening glance as his tongue flicked over your exposed nub again and again. The pounding of your heart was drowned out by the slick, lewd noises coming from your cunt as your husband feasted. The arousal in your stomach began to coil up tightly.

“K-Kento-o, p-please slow d-d-down.”

Your hands moved to try and grab at the blonde locks on his head but Nanami was too quick as he snatched up your wrists and pinned them down to the table. The honeyed arousal dripped from his chin as your orgasm crashed into you without warning. The wooden dining table shook as his tongue sent tremors of white-hot pleasure throughout your body.

“K-Kento!” You gasped as your thighs threatened to close around his head. Nanami’s hands moved from your wrists down to your thighs to force them open as his assault against your clit continued. The overstimulation made your brain foggy as you were desperate to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as your hands tangled into the silky locks on his head. 

Nanami was relentless as he pawed at your plush hips and thighs. He was devouring you whole as your second orgasm of the night was ripped away. Your husband held you close as he worked you through it. As your body trembled, you sat up to see your honeyed arousal dripping from his chin as he licked his lips. The sight alone nearly had your teeth biting through your bottom lip. 

Before you could properly recover, Nanami flipped your body over with one hand as the other unclipped his belt. The loud chime of his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor rang in your ears as his fingertips gently trailed up your spine.

“So delicate. Like a flower flowing in the summer breeze. My love, I promise to cherish you… however…”

Nanami let out a low chuckle as he leaned forward to whisper seductively in your ear as he pulled your hair back into a ponytail, tightly wrapping it around his hand before continuing.

“Tonight… I must devour you.”

Expensive khaki pants hit the floor as he pressed his hardened member between your quivering folds. A wanton moan escaping you as his cherry-red tip slides across your clit. Shivers of pleasure travel through your nerves as Nanami teases your drenched entrance with the head of his cock. Ever so slowly, he gave you inch by inch while planting sweet kisses across your shoulder blades. 

Even after so many years together, you could never get used to his length. The stretch sent a burning pleasure through your core as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Kento… s’too much…”

Your whimpers and pleas fell onto deaf ears as he bottomed out. 

“You take me so well, darling.” 

Nanami nibbled on the shell of your ear before tightening his grip on your hair as he gave you shallow pumps. The arch in your back deepened as the tip brushed against that spongy spot inside you. Black stars danced across your vision as your jaw went slack. 

A string of moans and whines fell from your lips as your husband adjusted his grip against the plush flesh of your hips. He pulled out slowly, just enough to cause an annoyance for you. Before you got the chance to voice your complaints, he slammed back into you at a punishing speed. Nanami’s hand slammed onto the table just beside your head as you heard him let out a deep groan. 

His other hand slithered around your throat as he hunched over you, his pace never letting up. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the empty halls of your home. Watching the jiggle of your ass against his abdomen nearly sent Nanami over the edge.

“M’close Kento.” 

When your hand moved back to press against him, he quickly snatched your wrist and pinned it against your back.

“Me too, sweetheart. Together, okay?”

All you could manage was a frantic nod as your gummy walls clenched around him. Nanami’s thrusts quickly became sloppy as your third orgasm of the night crashed into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the air in your lungs seemed to disappear. Clear cum squirted out from your abused hole. Seeing the mess you made caused Nanami to lose all composure he had as he wrapped his arm around your throat, holding you in a headlock as he pumped you full.

“Good girl, take everything daddy gives you. Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”

He chuckled in your ear before standing up and admiring the creamy ring you created around the base of his cock. Nanami took his time pulling out, occasionally giving you small thrusts just to make sure all of his cum stayed inside. Meanwhile, your body felt like a pile of mush on the dining table as he gently turned you over onto your body. A small groan of protest left your lips as your eyes squeezed shut. The soreness was already settling in as Nanami peppered sweet kisses across your collarbones.

“You did wonderful, my love. Should we run a bath for you?”

Your bullied pussy fluttered in response as your eyes shot open and narrowed.

“You mean an actual bath or do you mean round two in the bathtub?”

Your husband gave you a knowing glance before leaning to whisper in your ear once again.

“You’re a smart girl, figure it out.”

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sanji professional pussy eater vinsmoke

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hahahahaha but what if you left the strap inside me after i came and told me i did so well taking it while you slowly pulled out of me like we were finished but then slammed it back inside me and told me we aren’t finished until i can’t speak anymore hahahaha what if that

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Cream's Masterlist

All fics below are NSFW!

Last updated: June 27th, 2023

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Monkey D. Luffy

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Roronoa Zoro

A Satisfactory Alternative (feat. Luffy and Sanji): F!Reader Double-Edged Sword (feat. Sanji): GN!Reader Hole in the Wall (feat. Sanji and Zoro): F!Reader Denial: M!Reader Disturbance: F!Reader Hole in the Wall (feat. Sanji and Luffy): F!Reader Introductions (feat. Ace): F!Reader Irresistable: F!Reader Lights, Camera, Action!: F!Reader Like A Fine Wine (feat. Sanji): F!Reader Naughty Knots: F!Reader NSFW Alphabet Pirate Hunter: GN!Reader Purebred (feat. Sanji): F!Reader Slip of the Tongue: F!Reader Special Kisses: F!Reader Vulnerability: F!Reader

Vinsmoke Sanji

A Little of Your Time: F!Reader A Satisfactory Alternative (feat. Luffy and Zoro): F!Reader Contrast: F!Reader Double-Edged Sword (feat. Zoro): GN!Reader Greedy: GN!Reader Have Your Cake: F!Reader Hole in the Wall (feat. Luffy and Zoro): F!Reader In A Haze: F!Reader Just A Taste: F!Reader Like A Fine Wine (feat. Zoro): F!Reader NSFW Alphabet Only The Best (feat. Nami): F!Reader Passion Fruit: F!Reader Piece of Cake: F!Reader Purebred (feat. Zoro): F!Reader Table for Two: F!Reader Things Money Can't Buy (feat. Zoro) (Part 1): F!Reader Things Money Can't Buy (Part 2): F!Reader Things Money Can't Buy (Part 3): F!Reader Words Like Honey: F!Reader

Usopp

Experimental: F!Reader Hidden in Plain Sight: F!Reader NSFW Alphabet Sweet Dreams: F!Reader Tone Dial: F!Reader Two Sides of the Same Coin: F!Reader Wrapped Around Your Finger: F!Reader

Nami

Girls' Night (feat. Robin): F!Reader NSFW Alphabet Only The Best (feat. Sanji): F!Reader

Nico Robin

Girls' Night (feat. Nami): F!Reader Mommy? Sorry!: F!Reader NSFW Alphabet

Franky

NSFW Alphabet

Brook

Boned: GN!Reader

Portgas D. Ace

A Thing or Two (feat. Luffy): F!Reader (Don't) Stop!: F!Reader Introductions (feat. Zoro): F!Reader NSFW Alphabet

Trafalgar Law

Doctor's Orders: F!Reader Our Little Secret: F!Reader

Shanks

Forbidden Fruit (Part 1): F!Reader Forbidden Fruit (Part 2): F!Reader Mirror, Mirror: F! Reader

Koby

Bubblegum Kisses: F!Reader

Canon Character x Canon Character

ZoSan

Secrets

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me: i only watched fire force for the plot the plot:

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That's What Friends Are For

+18 | Sanji x female reader | THE DUALITY OF MAN EVENT

Contains: modern AU, dubcon, friends to friends with benefits, slow burn, oral - female receiving (pussy eating, pussy worship, tongue fucking, face riding), intense fingering, dirty talk, cursing words, praise kink, sex tape, spanking, almost getting caught on phone, masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pet names (my dear, my girl, princess, babe), lots of body liquid (tears, squirt, saliva, sweat, sperm) - and swallowing some of them, implied oral - male receiving, mention of virginity/first time.

Word count: 5,6k | Read it on AO3

Note: Let's play with the freaky, messy, nasty dom Sanji. Sanji is the boss and the reader is his assistant in their new business. I make him with his long hair here (like what Oda drew him in his 40s, but he's still in his 20s in this fic). If you can't picture it, please see this awesome fanart from Bunni. This fic is highly inspired by this audio.

Honorable mentions: @vission-kid (thanks for sharing the audio with us <3 your contribution to the fandom is much appreciated) and @hunnismokah (thanks for making the 'Nasty' Sanji NSFW sketch on tiktok, that one's living rent-free in my head).

Requested by: me. That short audio got me asdfhegbkas and I want to make a whole story about it. It suits the concept of my event, so here we go.

Personalized playlist: That's What Friends Are For

"Y-you what?"

The pleasant breeze and the iced tea you just finished seem to fail to cool you down as the heat rushes up to your cheeks, those gorgeous grey-blue eyes look at you in disbelief. You are able to do nothing when the wind steals your confidence in front of the man in a black shirt, his mouth agape after you said something in a low volume. You look down searching for nothing, looking everywhere but those curious eyes, and then stop at the dirty plate in front of you.

Lunch is over, and your partner for this business trip is sitting still, reaching your hand, clearing his itchy throat. The realization snaps into his foggy brain, he quickly apologizes for making you uncomfortable. A half-burnt cigarette hangs between his fingers as he uncrosses his legs to lean closer.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to. But y/n, is that true?" The low voice pokes at your insecurity even deeper. He makes it half whisper, trying to bring this talk as private as possible in the midst of the busy restaurant, but no one will eavesdrop on you both. They’re busy with their own things, and you’re busy with your own thoughts.

The warm hold he gives on your hand persuades you to look back at him. You pause, trying to digest the situation and stay composed.

"Oh my God this is embarrassing…" a small whimper slips out. You fail to hold your gaze on him, it immediately falls on the empty glass. You don’t like where this is going and you hate that you did it. The unnecessary information you shouldn’t have let out that easily now corrupts his head. Maybe, it’s too late to save your face.

"No- hey, c'mon. It's me." The uncovered brow raised, his shoulder-length hair decorates that pretty face slightly moving when he shakes his head, reassuring you it's okay to tell him. He looks pretty calm, his palm lightly shakes your hand to remind you it's okay to be honest.

Sanji is more than your business partner. You have a long history with the blonde since your college years, telling each other's dirty little secrets, but never made it to something intimate to respect each other's boundaries. You trust him to keep yours, and he has no better company to keep his unholy experiences safe than you.

The unexpected conversation is just another casual chat on a sunny day, but this one goes a little too far. He gets up and walks to the cashier, leaving you confused and speechless in your seat before going back at you. Waiting for you to get up, his eyes following your disinclined move.

"The dessert?"

"Can have it later.” He grabs his crimson blazer with one hand and takes your hand with the other, hurriedly walking out of the restaurant. The impatient one presses the number on the wall to the floor where his hotel room is located. There's something wrong with it. No, it feels wrong for him. As your partner, he needs to fix the problem as soon as possible.

You look up at the taller man in a quiet elevator, wondering what he will do, but your lips prefer to shut. No more rambling, your shameless mouth needs to behave if you want peace for the rest of the day. He turns his head to the smaller figure beside him with a thin smile and squeezes your hand, his usual gesture to make sure that everything is going to be okay.

A low thud breaks the silence and he locks the door. Pulling your hand once again, he sits you on the edge of his bed and squats to meet your eyes.

“Y/n, I wish I misheard it.”

“Well, it’s not that bad, …right?” A brief of uncertainty lets out, it's more like you are questioning yourself. You have no idea if it’s important or something you need to have. You did want it, but experiences didn’t let you. And now since you’re single, the thoughts about never getting a such thing don’t bother you at all. It's not a big deal.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, combing his soft hair backward with his beautiful fingers, closing his sleepless eyes for a moment before looking back at the woman before him.

“It is, y/n. I’m sorry but it is.” He lowers his voice as if someone can hear him from outside. The gentle hands rub your knees as he speaks, his sorry eyes never leave you. He’s here as a good friend, offering help if you need it. But in this case, he will make sure you will receive the help.

“Let me rephrase it, dear…” his hands go up to your sides to caress your covered thighs, and you can only ball the sheets with your fist, your breaths release in a much slower tempo.

“Did you say... no man has touched you there with their mouths? Y-you’ve never been…?”

Stop.

His tone isn’t judgmental. On the contrary, it’s full of admiration and care. You’re a beautiful and smart lady, someone he’s so proud of when he introduces you to his clients. He knows you’re such a magnet. A perfect, sweet little thing everyone wants to take a bite of. You can get any man you want, and he’s mentally prepared to compete with a bunch of men who are down for you, kick and glare at every man who lay their eyes on you, and be a protective friend you can rely on.

He knows you've been with some men, have done things young couples do when alone, even told him which one has a bigger size and who served you better. So, the fact that your most sensitive part is still a virgin from anyone’s tongue doesn’t make sense. 

“...and I wonder what it feels when a man does that…”

His brain still processes the information, recalling every single word you have told him at the restaurant. You’re untouched, still so pure that no one has indulged the sweet heaven between your thighs, and you're telling him that. The lewd thought that he’ll be the first drives his feeling more than it used to, it almost numbs his logic. He wants to make you get what you deserve, and the cook’s palate can’t wait to have a taste.

His teeth pull the thin rubber band on his wrist, slipping it through his fist to tie his long hair, then rolling up his sleeves just in case he will make a mess. He only does it when he cooks, but this one is another thing he must focus on. Leaning in, he kisses your lips gently with a hand on the back of your neck, feeding you with the taste of cigarette on his lips. The kiss is tender and light, but long enough to give you an idea of what’s going to happen. You shake that thought off. Of course, he will never cross the line...

…right?

“Dear, it’s such an honor...”

“San- hey whatchu doing?!”

“...to be your first.”

He pulls your hips closer to him, his hands reaching the band of your underwear underneath your short skirt to pull it down. You can't lie it feels weird when he makes a move this far. It's not what friends do, and a hard push on his shoulders doesn't stop him even after you call his name in a wavery voice.

"S-Sanji please.."

"Trust me, will you?" Those ocean eyes enjoy the experience graciously, watching the thin fabric pass your knees in slow motion, but leave it hanging on one ankle. It looks hot for him, a kinky thing just to remind himself he's the one who takes it off.

You shudder when his long, thin fingers trail up your thighs. Those pretty fingers have been hiding under leather gloves on most occasions, he only reveals them when taking care of something fragile and delicate. With bare hands, he massages your thighs, feeling how soft your skin is against his palms as if it’s made of expensive silk, making every breath you take become heavier to exhale.

The corner of his lips curls when he plants a light kiss over your thigh, those hands carefully part your knees. Ignoring your own rejection, your knees follow his instruction so well. You spread, and his eyes slightly widen in glee. He loves what he sees and how the natural scent of your body hits his nostrils, but that pointy nose will be more useful later.

"Sanji-"

“You can be on your back. I’ll handle the rest.”

Your heart hammers louder when you feel his fingertips lightly press your lips down there and trace the wet part simultaneously. It tickles your nerve, and your sanity debates your own thoughts if it's allowed to picture him sliding one finger into you.

"It's so pretty, y/n." He doesn't know what's in your exes' minds for not treating you thoroughly and giving you what you wanted like a gentleman. His eyes are glued to your folds, inspecting the glistening stripe that is slightly open, inviting him to go in, and he can feel your sensitive part is already pulsating under his touch.

"Bad news, I can say you've dated the wrong men. This, is too sensitive. No man can resist it, you know that? They didn't do it is proof you have poor taste in men."

"Hey!!"

A triumphant smirk appears. You catch the golden-haired businessman diving in between your inner thighs. His hands still caress your thighs back and forth smoothly, your body language tells him you’re so nervous about it. He watches your glistening folds in awe, making time to give your bundle of nerves a light press with his thumb. A sly grin with a playful yet comforting tone falls on your ears, followed by his light giggle before he shows you what real pleasure feels like.

“The good news, you're lucky I'm a cook."

A long lick sweeps your slick from bottom to top, ends where it meets your clit, and he repeats the movement with his flat tongue. He's doing it carefully, remembers that this is your first time to get devoured, so he lets you absorb the sensation. "Cleaning this up for you, princess. Can't waste it just like that.”

"Aah!!" The wet contact successfully draws the sharp gasp out of your lips. It's hard to keep your mouth shut. You keep biting your finger, your hazy eyes can’t stay open to watch what he’s doing. It feels so good when his soft wet muscle cleans your sticky core, moving the tongue up and down, not skipping the parts around your cunt just to warm you up.

His hands keep your squirming body to stay still, though it’s hardly possible to multitask while he’s having the best moment in his life. His tender lips pull your outer labia mildly, poking the delicate meat with his tongue tip before moving to your sensitive bud to give it a light suck. He releases it with a tiny ‘pop’, and does it again with a slurpy sound to appreciate you. Those eyes beaming with joy, he's so satisfied with how your body reacts to this caring touch.

“Wait!!” you get up, making those bedroom eyes meet your fluttered face. With your shoulders rising and falling, it's so hard to form perfect words when your consciousness almost leaves your body, and making a stuttered request is the best thing you can do. “P-please, wait. Too much, I- It’s-” He’s waiting for the breathy voice to finish the line, but he can’t wait forever.

“Want me to stop?” You shake your head too eagerly, you look cute in his eyes like that. A mischievous smile blooms on his face as he leans in, continuing what he’s best at with his mouth. “You can relax. I’ll be gentle.”

Small gasps and moans fill the room, creating a beautiful symphony with his deep, short hums and smooch when he’s eating you out religiously. Your legs lose their power under his touch, and his tongue moves ever so gently, teasing you more and more. The soft grip on his hair motivates him to please you further. He knows you like it, and a simple touch like this is what he yearns for like you’re telling him he’s doing a good job.

"Sanjii!!"

“Enjoying this, yeah?” his breathy laugh fans your aching core, and you can’t contain your smile. “You taste so good, my dear. How could you hide it from me all this time, hm?” Your laugh breaks over his ridiculous question, you feel his lips stretch against your core. This kind of intimacy is what you rarely get with your previous partners, and you have no idea that you earn it with the most affectionate cook you’ve ever known.

“That’s not fair.”

The slurping sounds get louder as your peak is about to snap. He can't help it, you're that good for him, and he keeps lapping his tongue against you. Another pulsation comes. He shoots you the look as a warning, and you return it with a faint nod, encouraging him to do what he pleases. The pressure against your entrance is getting intense as he works his tongue up and down, even going left and right to seek the best spot to bring out the best moan you can produce. 

“S-SANJII!!! FFUUCKKK!!!!”

“Ah.. hhnggh?” He sticks out his tongue so you can witness how well he’s doing his job. Your hips move, grinding against his sinful mouth to get more friction, and he doesn’t care if the next room can hear your loud cry. His playful grin paints his adorable face when he senses your entrance clenches, responding to the stimulation. He increases the pace with his wet muscle until the warm release leaks out of your hole, flowing out heavily as your back arches.

You cum so much, wetting his lower face and neck, pooling the sheets, and he’s not complaining about the mess. Deep down, he’s proud of himself. He just made you feel what you should have gotten a long time ago. That's all that matters.

A blurred vision slowly subsides as you regain the energy. You feel like you’re born as a new person, all the negative feelings and insecurity melt, replaced by the confidence he passed through his recent action. You look down when he trails feather-like kisses along your inner thighs, his lips are still wet from your arousal.

He crawls over your lifeless figure until that pair of gleaming eyes hover over yours. His goatee is still wet, the same situation appears on his buttoned-up shirt and his tie. He always dresses nicely, yet what he just did to you was pure filth. The pad of his thumb caresses your cheekbone, and your eyelids feel heavier at every stroke. He has recorded the way you called out his name in his mind. Those lovely eyes fixated on your lips as he closes the space between you and holds his gaze there, silently admiring your beauty.

A velvety kiss lands on your lips. It feels warm and gentle, you can taste your release on his lips. The tip of his nose grazes yours when he’s tilting his head to the other side to feel more of you.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. You stay quiet, yet he knows you’re praising him through the loving gaze and a soft brush in his hair. Another grin blooms across his face, he feels loved. The happy man makes time to kiss your forehead before sliding down to give you space, his head is back between your legs when you’re about to get up.

“Sanji,” your tone slightly changes this time. “It’s… throbbing.”

You bite your lower lip, you don’t mean to tease him with your confession. A part of you wants it to end, you don’t want to ruin the friendship further, or specifically, create another mess in his room. But this heat, you know no one can put down that heat better than him. A playfulness appears in his eyes, he chuckles over your innocent statement.

“Well, my dear. A man can’t just eat something once, can he?” His head's back onto your wet core, placing your plushy thighs over his shoulders after he drags you closer. Your ass raises a bit, he keeps your body still with his arms around you while positioning himself to get better access.

The same mouth devours your sweetness for the second time and you know you won’t be surviving longer than before. Like a kid with his favorite dessert, Sanji savors his new obsession with his tongue, swirling the tip around your puffy clit before placing a sweet kiss on it. A louder whimper escapes, making him look at where the voice comes from.

“Hmm… you like me here?” he flicks your bud with a faster rhythm. Your sweet moans are like music to his ears and he's ready if you ask for more. “I could do this all day, princess. Just to taste you. Don’t wanna miss a single drop. Happy?”

“Sanjii, babe..”

That pet name lands into his ears smoothly, yet the answer you get is the devilish grin he shows you. You get on your elbows to have a better view while he’s trying to leak more juices out of your cunt. Two thumbs spread your folds before he dips the tip of his wet muscle into your heat. 

“Oh my!! y-you can’t do this. We can’t do this, Sanji... I can’t hold myself,” you’re panting heavily, trying to gather the words but they fall on deaf ears. “I’m… hhh.. I’m just gonna wet your face again.. and again… and I don’t want to trouble you with that.”

The blonde hesitates, takes a quick pause at those last words. His entire demeanor shifts as those intense eyes peer at you. His deep voice is full of emotion, making you recall if there’s something wrong with what you just said.

“Trouble me?”

In a flash of light, he turns into a different person from a sweet, nurturing friend to someone who wants to break you. His arms flex as he suddenly drags you more to the edge and folds your legs to give him a better view. Five years apparently isn’t enough for you to know him inside out. He doesn’t fake everything, he just has been waiting for the right time to reveal his true color to the right person.

“Trouble me.”

His tongue prods your entrance, moving the tip in and out rapidly where your leak came out from your previous orgasm. The rapturous sensation is skyrocketing, one hand pushes your thigh down, followed by another one to tame your kicking leg.

“I’ll show you what trouble looks like.”

“Sanji! Ah-” He dips his wet muscle into you deeply, there’s no room for air as his lips stick tightly around you, keeping your heat in his mouth and never letting it go. He sweeps whatever you give him with that skillful tongue.

Your juices, your sweat, the man tasting them all. In exchange, he lubricates you with saliva, your entrance is full of it, it’s pooling there while he’s making a mess and it starts dripping down your back. A smack on your ass shocks you, but fail to keep your legs still.

“Sanji stop please! No- your tongue! S-stop!”

“Mmm you wish.”

 Fuck!!!

He’s shaking his head fast in excitement, mouth still clamping on your cunt. It's so good when the taste of you kisses his tastebuds again, he gets addicted since the first taste. You’re so sweet and so good for him, he will never get enough of it. Hearing you whimpering and calling out his name in your cry is just like adding fuel to his burning desire. Setting him ablaze with your love, your second peak streams rapidly to tame his fire.

A big grin decorates his half-soaked face, a low chuckle released as he arranges his breaths. Your legs are still wobbling even if you're lying down, that was too intense for you. He was hungry with your love, and you fed him well.

He disappears for a moment and comes back with a small towel in his hand, pats it on your overstimulated part with care, and dries the mess he caused around it.

"Look at you, y/n. You made this mess."

"Our mess..." you mindlessly smile, though you were trying to stop him seconds ago. He's taken aback at your comment, not expecting you will say such a thing, and a layer of sweat looks good on you. The afterglow feels so great, and Sanji has proved to you he's a good friend of yours.

"Right, my dear. Our mess." He's wiping your sweaty temple with the back of his hand, failing to contain the smile. "All you did was try to reject me, while I was making you feel good. So maybe we can do it one more time? I want you to be completely enjoying it. Loosen up a lil bit, princess. We're just having fun."

"No, Sanji.. I'm tired-"

His thumb presses your lips, he can't hear another rejection lands in his ears. It's your moment and he offers help, you both are already invested. There's no going back. His tongue glides on your neck before he stops at your ear.

"Then thank me with that sweet ass of yours."

He helps you get up and turns your body so you're on all fours. The view under him is so erotic when your top is still nicely wrapped in your shirt but you wear nothing down there. His knees are about to kneel before his phone blasts a very loud tone. The client's name appears on the screen. Clicking his tongue, his right hand picks it and his tone changes from a disappointed scoff to a nice greeting in a split second.

It's going to be a milestone for the first-class cook to open his first restaurant chain, so he needs to take it seriously, but the way his left hand actively kneads your soft ass, your presence is not less important for him.

"Yes... right, Sir. With the timeline we have discussed this morning, I'm positive we can launch it by the end of next month."

He inserts his two fingers into his mouth before sliding them into your core. You bite your lip when he curls those digits inside you, pumps them in and out deliberately slow, makes your body follow his movement to get more friction inside.

"The renovation takes less than 2 weeks as we predict." His lips still smiling and talking to the man on the other line, along with the squelching sound from your soaked hole. You look back at him over the shoulder, your boss looks more handsome answering the call with your scent on his flushed lips.

"...yes, Miss y/n can send you the design," Sanji glances at you, smirking while curling his fingers more intensely to tease the spot. "Oh, yeah. She's here. Wanna talk?"

You glare at him, fisting the sheets tighter because how dare he hands you his phone while you're like this. He just makes it worse by tossing his phone under you on a loudspeaker.

"Afternoon, Miss y/n?"

"Y-yes, Sir. About the design- hmp!" There's no shame in Sanji's eyes as he lands a smack on your ass. You shoot another sharp glare, and he casually responds to it with a naughty smirk on his lips. The tease in you is just getting intense as he fastens the fingers until it becomes so easy for him to play with it. In and out, scissors and stretches you out, then back to the curling method.

"...Miss?"

"Sorry. So... hhh.. since the location is near the campus and sss-shopping center... it- it would be good if we-" you pause and take a deep breath. "...we use pastel colors like baby blue and beige. It still follows our con- oh God - concept as an authentic French restaurant.. but still look cute for younger customers." His fingers praise your stuttered yet smart answer from inside.

"Could you send me the layout?"

You shake your head vigorously, your hand goes back to your ass where Sanji holds you there, grab his hand too hard, begging him to stop with your glossy eyes. Oh, you don't know how much he loves this. He leans in, the wetness on his goatee touches your ear shell as he whispers...

"Answer him like a good girl you are. Don't lose him cause you can't handle this."

"I will, Sir. Tonight. Sorry- may I call you back later? I'm- having stomachache."

"...okay."

"Damn it, Sanji!!!" Your devastated curse bursts out after making sure the call has ended, and the culprit behind it just laughs at your protest. The pace is getting faster in you, bringing you to the edge but he pulls out before you wet the bed for the third time.

He kneels behind you and grabs his phone to put it under your open thighs. That sweaty thumb taps on the camera icon and switches to the video in selfie mode. Your juicy cunt becomes the main focus. He taps the record button before spreading your vulva to find your sweetest spot, the camera catches every detailed movement he does to your heat. That experienced tongue laps between your soft folds, his drool and your sticky leaks become one.

One drip. Another one. More and more.

The video keeps recording, capturing the sinful act with your moans and his low grunts as the background sound. Your thighs shaking but he doesn't care at all, still eating you out from behind passionately and wetting the sheets even more. The Adam's apple moves when he's gulping his pooling saliva in his mouth, then moving back to see his work of art.

"Don't cum yet." He stops the record and puts the phone in front of you. "Play that for me."

You're still on all fours, one shaky hand taps the phone screen to watch his recent self-made porn with you. Strangely, it doesn't look disgusting at all. It looks... hot. So hot. You just felt what you did to you, and now you're able to see what he actually did, how that tongue worked wonders to bring out your naughtiest moans.

You feel hair brushes your inner thighs. Sitting on the floor, Sanji's back against the bedside as he positions his head under you. Gently pulls you down, your puffed clit brushes his nose tip.

"Just relax."

His tongue once again makes you cry out his name while your eyes stick to the screen, your hips lightly roll to seek more friction. This is the finale and he wants to make you feel good, licking you softly so you can enjoy the ride. His hands on your hips slowly disappear but you can balance yourself, stretching your hand against the wall.

"Sanjii.." Looking down, your other hand on his golden hair, grabbing it gently.

"Loving this?"

"Mmmmh..!"

"God you're doing so good."

He rushingly unbuckles his belt and pulls down the zipper, letting his hardened cock free for him to touch. You're too busy with your own pleasure that you don't notice there's a wet stain on his pants since the beginning. But this is all about you unlocking a new experience, he wants to focus all his attention on you. Still devouring his new obsession, Sanji's palming his length up and down, chasing his own release.

"Babe-"

"Mmmm keep doing that.."

He deserves an award for holding back this long and being so selfless, though he has needs to be fulfilled. It's right when he said, "no man can resist it." His self-control is getting as thin as a paper and he would love to lift you up and place you on his lap, so you can bounce your sweet ass and warm his cock inside you.

"Fuck Sanji fuckfuckfuck- ah!!"

He paces the strokes as you grind over his precious face, his pointy nose nudges your best part. Your whimpers are pornographic, tears roll down your sweaty cheeks, mixed with the scent he likes so much. A long, muffled grunt comes from under you as he reaches his peak. You take time to look back and he presents warm ropes spurt out to your sight, sticky white release stains his boxer. Your walls clench responding to his climax. That was such an unexpected view for you to witness, but in this situation, you can't complain either.

"Your turn, princess. Cum again for me."

"Mmmph yess Sanji! Lick me! You love this pussy, don't you? Hmmh? Pleaseee eat me!" Your desperate moves become more blatant as his recent release triggers something in your body. Your mouth loses its filter, but you don't care if you will be ashamed of what you just said. All you care about now is that the third orgasm is getting closer, it's time to let it all out.

"Oh!! Fuck me with that tongue! Fuck! Yess!! YEESS!!! AAHH-"

Your whole body is shaking heavily, you're going to fall back if his hands don't catch you fast enough and support you to stay still. Three orgasms with his mouth alone, your whole being can't fathom what other things he can do with that body. It's such a heavenly experience, forbidden but heavenly, and you don't know what will happen between you two after you walk out of his room.

Sanji makes his way to sit beside you in bed, his body facing the opposite side.

"Naughty," he lets out a hearty laugh between labored breaths when you glance down at his pants. White stains are still there, a lot and sticky, but his half-hard cock is hiding under the boxer. He doesn't want to show it without your permission, that's why he did it behind your back. He did a good job, way too good.

"Was it hard to resist?" you slowly catch your breath. Your friend looks you in the eyes, his thumb wipes the tears off your cheek, then goes up to set the strains of your hair aside before planting a light kiss on your forehead. You feel loved, you feel cared for, and your boss/friend provides all you need only within an hour.

"Oh, you don't even know."

-

He locks the door after he changes and you clean yourselves. Walking towards the elevator, his right hand slips an unlit cigarette between his teeth, and the other one is on your waist, keeping you close while supporting your body. It's been 10 minutes since your last orgasm, your legs are still weak from the recent session, but you get to go to another meeting in 15 minutes. Standing in front of the closed elevator, your phone beeps, it's a message from another client you will have a meeting with.

"He's late," you say to the top man.

"How long?"

"... how long does it take to change tires?"

He clicks his tongue, lazy eyes looking at his surroundings, trying to find a place where he will spend this short time. One hand fishes his favorite golden lighter out of his pocket to light the white stick between his lips. In one gentle suck, the familiar taste comes into his mouth, he keeps the smoke within for a while before puffing it into the air. People come out of the open elevator and you wait until it's empty before stepping into it, but his hand catches you faster.

"Nah. We still have some time."

Ignoring your confused look, he grabs your waist once again and turns around, leading you in the direction you know where he's carrying you.

"Have some cash?" a mischievous whisper almost makes you lose your balance to walk, and the long hair of the bastard beside you is unable to cover the sly grin on his pretty face. You hate that. You hate that he knows you keep walking with him back to his room. Unlocking the door, the smell of sex you both made still lingers in the air. "We may need to tip the housekeeping a lot today."

Lips crush in a passionate kiss. The taste of you, the cigarette, his saliva, you savor it with your tongue swiping inside his mouth. Muffled moans escape, and your fingers rush to unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper. Those pretty hands hold your cheeks for a moment, distracting you from the urgency. The ash from the burning cigarette falls on your shoulder.

"Y/n, will you help me?"

You nod. Eyes straight to the lustful eyes, but yours spark the same emotion as his.

"Will you help me with my business..."

"Of course, Sanji-"

"...and my unfinished business?"

You close your eyes, exhaling a deep breath while his thumbs caress your rosy cheek. He holds you still, letting the silence dominate the room while he's testing your devotion to him as his assistant. His good friend. His partner. A soft kiss on your forehead encourages you to move forwards. You're lowering yourself and getting more active with your hands.

"Good." his eyes narrowed while he takes another suck on the cigarette, making the burning part ignites brighter. A soft smoke slowly releases between his gritting teeth. Patting your head gently from above, he raises your chin to meet your pleading eyes. Time is running, and once again you both prove to each other that your bond is thicker than just friends.

"Now, suck it."

Writer's note: Finally it's done. I'm sorry if it's not your cup of tea, I know it'll be disgusting for some people (I'm not into it either) but I really wanted to write it. So, yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Do you want me to write more Dom/Switch Sanji like this? Please let me know in the comment. Like, reblog, and comment are always appreciated! Tagging friends who commented on my posts about it: @svanesworld @chiquititaosita @sanjisprincesswifey @sanjis-all-blue @icy-spicy @quinloki @whatstheoccasion @wicked-binch

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toji’s allowed to have a little more fun before the big day. featuring: gojo

bachelorette toji who started to have a little too much fun. the liquor mixed with cigar got into his system, and even tho he wanted to blame his behavior on that- he couldn’t. because he knew exactly what he was doing. the pretty little stripper just looked too good in the bedazzled pink two piece, the color of the outfit made her skin pop, her curves fitting into it so well that toji - nor gojo could take their eyes off of it.

“what a pretty thing” toji whispered in her ear his hands sliding down her thighs while she sat on his him grinding down into his hard on. “don’t ya think go?” gojo downed the rest of the hard liquor in his cup looking the girl up and down with a nod. “so gorgeous. what should we do with her?” after booking a private room with you the two men started to ravish on your body.

gojo’s cock shoved into your throat filling it with his cum, his balls hit against your chin refilling as soon as it released the seamen, getting right back into making your lose your voice. you moaned around him your eye going crossed by the way toji’s fucked deep into you.

“some good pussy” he growled rubbing your clit as his tip touched deep within. his head was thrown back abs flexing, trying to get as deep as he could wanting you to feel him in your chest. “m’so deep huh baby? daddy so damn deep, too much?” you tried saying no by shaking your head but it only lead you to choke around gojo making him cum once again, you drinking down his cum. “ughh shit” gojo held your head down, you throat contracting around his tip making more cum shoot out, overstimulating him

the feeling of it all made you body go hot, toji filling your cunt as well with his thick cum and using his fingers to push it back in once it started to come out. each man gave you a single kiss stumbling out of the room leaving you there with cum all over yourself and a dazed out mind

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Oh how i *live* for this

A/N: Apologies for any grammatical errors; my eyesight is on the fritz, and I have terrible double vision.

Synopsis: No-nonsense stoic hero in the streets, soft-cat-boy snuggling his chubby s/o like a teddy bear in the sheets.

Reader Gender: Female

Aizawa forces his plus-sized s/o to straddle his waist and ride him, determined to show you that he won't break. You're flustered to tears and stuttering as the hero guides you on top of him by gently tugging your conjoined hands, so you're seated on your throne for him to admire. You're desperately searching for a way down, fretfully glancing from side to side as you flounder over every excuse why you shouldn't be on top of him. Aizawa strengthens his hold, ensuring you stay right where you are. And you? You're on the verge of sobbing. Your chest is collapsing under this embarrassment. The new vantage point is painfully different than being under him. Aizawa covered you completely, leaving you safe and protected underneath him. But now, you're exposed and vulnerable, and you really can't handle this. Heart-meltingly patient, Shōta waits for you to adjust to your new perch. This is about you and your pleasure. You're going to ride him like a good kitten and use him however you need in order to get off. And Aizawa is going to tell you how beautiful you are while you do it.

You're allowed to go at your own pace. Again, this is for your benefit. Don't worry about Shōta; you can repay him next time if you're feeling generous. You can go as slow as you like: gentle nudges to his package that carry soft moans from your lips, or you can rut him right into the mattress until he’s spurting in his sweatpants and begging for sympathy. If he sees you holding back because of those misconceptions, Aizawa grabs your hips, forcing them to work faster with a clipped command of “harder, kitty. You aren't going to break me.” The hands clutching your waist don't let you stop working until you've squirted him at least three times. They roughly drag you forward even as his eyes are rolling back.

Honestly, kitten, your beliefs are a little insulting. If you think Aizawa can't bench press you on his worst day, then you're in for a treat.

Shōta hauls you up; your legs are around his waist while he goes about the day-to-day operations of cleaning and laundry to show you he can. (And to prove how much he likes your soft padding pressed against him.) Expect mumbled praise for how warm you are. You're pillowy heaven, and you’re tempting him back to bed.

The only danger you pose is your warmth and how soft you are. He's borderline narcoleptic whenever the two of you are touching.

Imagine Aizawa caging you on his lap for a mandated cuddle session while reruns play in the background. Shōta corrects any attempts to squirm off with sharp taps to your thighs that adorably jiggle afterward.

Aizawa is a godless heathen, so don't be surprised if your seat is rather pointy. (i.e., stiff and uncomfortable. No, I don't recommend squirming to try and make yourself comfy--you'll only make it worse.) He tells you to ignore it, explaining that it's an aftereffect of your cotton-soft body and the sultry heat it released. Shōta is pretty phlegmatic about the whole thing, but you're more than a little flustered. Bodies are weird; an untimely boner isn't too unheard of. However, you'd be more understanding if it didn't happen every. single. time.

In Aizawa’s defense, you are seductively warm.

Honey, you’re going to have to get over those reservations because Shōta wants the kind of closeness that lets him feel your heartbeat. This man can't relax without your weight on him; Aizawa wants to be as close as physically possible. He's had a long day, and all Aizawa needs is to decompress with you on his chest. Sweet kitten, Shōta is all too aware of that adorable shyness stirred up by the intimate position, but he’ll cuddle away that burn in your chest. The soft thumps from the hand patting sympathetically at your back eases the mortification melting your skin like candle wax. You're no doubt feeling...small. Shōta knows you aren't used to it--his self-reliant kitten, who the hero thinks should hide away in his chest more often. You look for asylum in the side of his neck, concealing your heated face from his view. Eraserhead murmurs praise at your temple as he leaves a kiss.

(Playful) guilt-tripping to the max should you claim you're too heavy.

Do you not want to spend time with him? This break is the first vacation he's had in weeks, and he wants to spend it curled up with his favorite kitten.

Lover, you're hurting his feelings.

Don't worry about crushing his thighs; you're crushing his heart.

You know that pick-up line about wearing someone’s legs?

Don't test him.

Keep talking like that, and you'll find yourself flush against his slightly rosy face (from the lack of oxygen) and at the mercy of his lips. Since you insist on using that tongue to spit illogical nonsense, allow Aizawa to use his to undo that wrong thinking. Catch this man tying your hips to his face via capture weapon as an added precaution in case the iron-clad grip on your tummy isn't enough of a deterrent to stay still. Looking up at you (so he can see that cute skeleton tremble), he glides his tongue over your folds slowly - slipping it in a few times, but your clit is where Aizawa centers his attention as he gently takes it behind his teeth. Aizawa enforces eye contact when he sends you to your grave with heartfelt suction. He lets you believe his second quirk is necromancy. A deep resonating hum from his diaphragm snatched you back from the edge, slammed you back into your convulsing body, and brought you screaming back to life in the interim of a mind-breaking orgasm. Shōta sends you to the afterlife all over again as he flexes his jaw, gently gnashing at your still-sensitive clit.

You'd think that having a significant other meant Aizawa wouldn't have to jerk off as often as he does. Still, with one as cute as you, he finds himself doing it up to five times a day, and that's excessive considering how drained he is after orgasm. The sleepy post-nut bliss mated with his chronic fatigue? He's a dead man walking. His attraction to you is unnatural, and honestly, a bit frightening. Your ass, thighs, and generous hips are the only things on his mind, head empty as he milks himself for the third time today. And oh, if only you were there to hear his sinful growls.

I live for an Aizawa who’s weak and hopelessly soft for his chubby wife. You want something from him? Wear your best thigh-highs. Shōta doesn't catch a lick of what you said to him; his eyes are on the soft bit of flesh spilling over those cute kitten-print socks. Now, you know good and well he hadn't heard you, but he agrees in a heartbeat. He's turning you this way and that way as you speak. You'd consider his behavior rude if this quiet-mesmerism isn't exactly what you wanted.

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