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[joellkeeny]

MORE DAD STEVE OH MY GODHFJD

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You love Steve Harrington, you married him, you had a child with him, a sweet girl which is the light of your life. You love how he manages to handle her so well, she's never acting up or misbehaving aside from the little shenanigans the kids pull at her age. He's become so homey and domestic, it's really a sight for sore eyes.

You wake up after him, just as usual, he's always up in time with the sun, either cooking or managing some business around the house before you wake up. Hearing the sizzling of the pan and the familiar smell of bacon, you stretch your arms up to the ceiling, bones popping as you make your way out of your shared bedroom, immediately catching sight of Steve at the stove. He's frying some bacon to go along with the toast and eggs he'd made earlier. Your daughter is perched up on her chair as she munches on the eggs happily, a grin plastering itself on her face as she sees you.

“Mommy!” She squeals which catches Steve's attention too. You take her up into your arms with a yawn, kissing her forehead while hugging her to your body as she rests against your hip. “Morning sweets,” You carry her back to the table, settling her on the chair before making your way to Steve, sliding your hand up the curve of his back as you press your lips to his bicep. “You too, early bird.” He chuckles, turning his head to the side to press a kiss to your forehead before redirecting his attention to the bacon he's now pulling out of the pan.

“Come on, princess, eat up or you'll be late.” He gazes at the watch which is always wrapped around his wrist, seeing she doens't have too much time left before having to leave to school. “The bus is not going to wait for you like the last time.” She giggles behind you through a mouthful of toast, stuffing her face with the food per her dad's request before rushing to her bedroom to get dressed. “Call daddy if you need some help with the shoelaces, okay?” He shouts after her and she just nods as she disappears into her room. You're sitting down with him at the table, each with a plate of food that he made. You're slowly indulging in the food, a content smile on your face and he can't help but mirror it. Looking at him from the other side of the table, he catches your eye and curiously lifts his brow.

“What?” He asks, a bit amused by the way you're looking at him. “Something wrong?” You shake your head and look down at the plate in front of you, finishing the remains of your bacon. “Nothing's wrong, you just look so...domestic I guess.” You laugh, slightly amused by your words and reasoning, a surprised smile spreads on his face as he continues to eat. Not even a few minutes later, your daughter emerges from he room again, cheerfully dragging her bag down the hall. “Teeth, princess.” Steve says simply and she bolts to the bathroom to brush her teeth. You both chuckle at that, knowing she was still in that stage of learning her routine until it comes naturally. Grabbing both of your plates, you make your way to the kitchen, placing them in the sink, making a mental note to wash them later.

“Alright, good job.” Steve presses a kiss to her forehead as he tightens her laces, patting her backpack as he sends her on her way to school. With a sigh, he pads back to the kitchen where you're now washing the dishes, humming along to the radio. Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, relishing in the warmth of your body. You squirm slightly in his arms, scrunching your nose. “Your beard...” You mumble, nudging him back. It was not a beard per se, just a three day old stubble. You were both in vacation, preparing for your trip to Greece which came closer and closer by the day. It was a little honeymoon–like vacation for just the two of you, and it may not seem like much, but a child could chance a lot of things around the house.

You couldn't fuck all over the place anymore, you had to be careful, rarely finding some time for just the two of you without having to think if your daughter is asleep or is she did her homework for the next day. So leaving her with your parents was the best way in knowing she would be alright for a few days.

Even after your protest, he burrows closer, purposefully rubbing his jaw over the side of your neck and you jump with a squeal, something which your daughter acquired from you. “Steve!” You call out in a warning tone though you're still laughing as you dry your hands off. Turning around in his arms, you smack his chest, noticing the little hairs prickling at the lower side of his face from up close. “You're an ass.” You roll your eyes, resting back against the counter, his arms still around you as he shrugs.

Each time you took a good look at him, you realized just how much he'd grown up from that boy you met in highschool. He was bigger now, more imposing and not only regarding the obvious physical changes, he looked like a dad. Which was somehow unbelievably attractive, the slight negligence to his hair, which was now messy and free of any gel or product, his clothes, those too were not so perfectly fit to his body, sporting a shirt with a few oil stains at the front, and even his touch seemed a lot different. The once boyish strokes of his hands over your body, smooth palms and gentle fingers now tuned into confident squeezes and rubs, his hands rougher from all the work he's been doing around the house.

“Mhm, but you love me.” You couldn't deny that, and you couldn't deny the fact that seeing him like he looked earlier when you woke up turned you on in an almost endearing way. You've seen him at his best and at his worst, but now, even if ge isn't wearing his best clothes, or being the cleanest he's even been, he's glowing. You tug him down to your lips, kissing him with all you felt, pouring your feelings straight into it. He leans into you, body almost slumping in the hold your have on his face, after all these years you know his weak points and you don't hesitate to use them for your benefit. “You look so domestic.” You mumble between kisses, moving to his jaw, emphasizing your point with a suck to his throat, reddening the skin.

“Domestic?” He questions, now panting slightly. “In a good way I assume?” You chuckle, tugging on his hair, your fingers hooking under the neckline of his shirt and pulling it down as much as possible to mouth at his collarbones. “Oh yeah, in the best way.” You push your hips into him, feeling his cock quickly beginning to stir in his sweats. The noise he let's out is almost animalistic, a sort of drunken groan, but you're his alcohol. “Dad life really suits you,” You continue, not even realising when your hands drifted downwards to tug his shirt over his head, and just then, something seems to click in his head, the cogs spinning again. Once his shirt falls to the tiles, he's spinning you around, pushing your hips into the counter as he bends down.

“You like seeing me like that so much that you're jumping my bones in the kitchen?” And you nod, letting your head back against his shoulder as his lips skim the side of your neck and shoulder. “She'll grow up before we know it and I won't be like that anymore.” You knew that with age, he wasn't going to act in the same childish way he's acting now with her, so you just have to take advantage of the time left. “I think we should make another one, give you that cute little bump. again” He proposes in the crook of your neck, pushing his cock against your ass with a groan. “God you were so beautiful like that, those heavy tits.” He whistles teasingly, making you blush as he chuckles. In time with his words his palm slides over your stomach and up to your breast, immediately catching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger making you arch away from his chest with a moan that rings throught the open space of the kitchen. “I'm not hearing a no.”

“Fuck- yes Steve, please give me another. Wanna have all of your babies,” You breach your hands on the counter as you look back at him, grinding your ass against his crotch, his dick poking at you. “Oh honey, you're such a sweetheart.” His hand presses next to yours on the counter while the other dives down to yank your shorts down, letting them pool at your ankles. “You know I'll breed this pretty cunt over and over again, just can't get enough of you.” You hear shuffling behind you, his hands working on his sweats and boxers, pulling himself out and fisting a hand around himself, stepping even closer.

You rest your forearms on the counter, bent over it as you wait for that familiar burning stretch you just adore so much. The smell of breakfast still hangs in the air, a few dishes still in the sink, his hair is messy just like yours, his eyes still a bit heavy with sleep and the morning haziness which ususally hangs in the air until around noon. It's not the most sensual or sexy atmosphere, but the fact that you're with him is enough to bring that fire inside you to light. And then, when you suck in a breath in anticipation, his pretty mushroom head pokes at your entrance, the rest of his lenght following suitly. Your thighs press together, knees slightly buckling under your weight and you leave yourself sprawled on the counter, resting against it until he seathes himself deeply inside of you.

“Jesus, honey, stop gripping me like that...” He pants, his forehead resting on your shoulderblade. You continuously flutter around him, desperately trying to bring him closer before you reach a hand back, your fingers sinking in the soft strands at the back of his head, gripping while pressing back against him almost feeling him sink even deeper in your heat if it was even possible. “Just fuck me, baby. Don't tease,” And with that, his cock slips out almost all the way before he's pushing back in, all he can feel is heat, and the stickiness which builds up at the base of his cock and against your thighs with each trust. You press your cheek against the cold marble countertop he insited on buying years ago when you were building your house together, your toes curling in your socks, the mess of your hair falling in your face. He brings one hand up, gently moving it away to the side from your face, despite fucking harshly into you repetedly, both of your bodies rocking together. His lips find your cheek, Kissing over it, messily biting on the lobe of your ear and tugging on the cartillage as he pulls away, lifing himself upright, big, warm palms cupping the meat of your hips as he lifts your hips slightly to get a better angle and you just about screm at the way he just knows how to manhandle you, making your mind a lump of jumbled thoughts.

"S-st- ah!" You moan pathetically, not being able to call out his name like you wish, focused solely on the feeling of his cock bumping against your sweet spot over and over again, his skin slapping against yours. “Can't even speak?” He asks though his voice is breathless and hoarse, not that far from yours. “Guess you won't mind if I keep your mouth busy then.” Before you can whine and complain at the empty and stretched out space he leaves inside of you, he's turning you around, hiking you up on the counter though leaving your ass hanging from the edge. His beefy arms wrap around your middle, your tits pressing against him, though you've been too desperate to get rid of your shirts. He's pushing in again, your legs wrapping around his waist to tug him closer, heels digging into the clenched muscle of his ass. He's keeping you close as he fucks into you, his mouth on yours the moment your lips part with another moan that he's eagerly drinking in, his own strained moans and groans, broken grumbles of your name and sometimes even whimpers as you squeeze around him subconscously while nearing your edge that he's been building up for some time now.

His needy tongue seeks out yours, brushing them together before his eyes roll into his head, neck straining as he throws it back, lips parted and features slack while his cock twitches inside of you. Gazing at him with hazy eyes, you're lurching towards your orgasm. “C'mon baby, cum all over my cock,” His lips are still parted, puffing out pants with a sort of a cocky smile on his face. You're not one for taking orders, not even from him, but the way he almost begs for it has you obeying immediately. As soon as he feels you cumming, he brings his hand to your clit, thumb rubbing at it to guide you through it while the other wraps around his straining cock, his tip oozing precum as he jerks himself off between your thighs. He's gasping, his eyes fixed on your gaping cunt that seemingly begs for his cum, your whines from overstimulation egging him on. “Shit– oh fuck–” His fingers curl into the material of your shirt, yanking it up to your neck and then he's cumming, his orgasm so strong that the white stripes reach your chest, the rest slowly trickling down your stomach.

Reaching one hand up to the back of his neck, you pull him in for a lazy and messy kiss, humming into his mouth before you pull back, placing one last peck to the corner of his mouth before you chuckle slightly. “What happened to 'making another one'?” You keep your hand in his hair, slowly scratching his scalp and twisting the chestnut strands, seeing the sudden shift in his stance, muscles going slack. “Oh don't give me that look, you know you'd say anything for me to fuck you.” You nod, leaning your head back against the cupboard. “True, but I meant it Steve, I do want another one.” You confess sheepishly, your other hand sliding over his chest. “I'll give you as many as you want, but I wanna make it special. Now let's get cleaned up.” Wrapping yourself around him, you hum, leaning your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom.

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[i4sgwr]

no but what about softly waking armin up by peppering light soft kisses to his face, whispering the sweetest words to his ear, massaging and caressing him all over,,, just overall fluff and gently coaxing him outta dreamland to your loving reality w soft morning talk🤧💗 (sorry i get so emotional seeing him all insecure and hurt in aot i just wish he was real so i could give him all the love and affection in the world🥺

7:00 AM ꔛ Armin A.

ꕤ warnings: gn!reader, fluff, established relationship

ꕤ word count: 0.3k

. . . i literally loveeee writing morning fluff; morning cuddles & what not. it's my favorite

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He always looked so peaceful as he slept. It always put a smile on your face. You could only assume that his peaceful slumber was a result of his contentment with life — that regardless of what went on at work or whatever he endured before he met you didn’t matter, because he got to sleep beside you every night.

You scoot a bit closer to him, brushing his hair out of his face. He unconsciously scrunches his nose, stirring in bed but not waking up. Precious, you think to yourself, unsuccessfully resisting the urge to cup his cheek. Your thumb caresses his skin, appreciating its warmth. 

“I love you so much,” you whisper, not caring that he likely wouldn’t hear you. 

Admirably, you move your hand to run your fingers through his hair, tenderly kissing his briefly exposed forehead. Armin hums, a most likely drowsy response to feeling your lips on his skin. You can’t help but ghost your fingers over his face — tracing the shape of his eyebrows, down his face, to gently swipe his lower lip with your thumb.

“I love you,” you mutter again, a bit louder than the first time.

He suddenly smiles in his sleep, presumably because he was beginning to wake up. You didn’t mean to wake him, though it’s not like you’d mind having him awake. 

“Armin?” you question, caressing his cheek once more.

His eyes flutter open but only for a moment. The sun peaking through the blinds was quite bright to him, knowing he had just been sleeping. He squints, yet he wears a grin, happy that you’re the first thing he saw.

“G’morning,” he mumbles, closing his eyes again.

“Good morning,” you say, kissing the tip of his nose.

He tilts his head up just a bit, implying he wanted a proper kiss. So you kiss him, smiling against his lips when he does the same. He says he loves you through slurred words, making you giggle when you return his words of affirmation. You separate, and lace your fingers through his hair again. The two of you then lie in comfortable silence, only the distance chirping of the birds from outside filling your ears.

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[ry0chann]

HQ MEN W/ A BREEDING KINK || various

彡 INCLUDES: Ukai, Daichi, Suga

彡 WARNINGS: bullet point format + mini blurbs, fem!reader, smut, established relationships, vaginal penetration, doggystyle (Ukai's), mating press (Daichi's), missionary (Suga's), unprotected sex, rough sex, subtle mentions of cervix fucking, multiple creampies, breeding kink, mommy & pregnancy talk, daddy kink (Daichi's), some dirty talk

. . . actually buzzing that someone requested this bc i've been dying to talk about it. also i added Suga bc i can see him having a breeding kink as well 🤭

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UKAI KEISHIN

↺ Ukai yearns to have a family, maybe not a big one, but he wants one regardless. he's in no rush though, at least, he wasn't till he met you. you get along with his family wonderfully, and they all adore you just as much. that is when it started.

↺ the thought of you acting that way towards your own family, the mental imagine of you playing with your kids and coddling them, had Ukai over the moon, triggering the baby fever he didn't think he was capable of having.

✎ 𓂃 "Gonna be such a pretty mommy f'me," Ukai grunts, digging his nails into the plush of your ass.

Roughly, his hips slam into your backside, the fat head of his cock prodding at your cervix with every thrust. Your face is buried in the pillows, muffling the sobs and moans that escape you. You've already been stuffed to the brim once, still, you take his thick inches despite already being full. The repetitive pap-pap sound of his skin slapping against yours makes your cunt tighten, pushing out the cum that's already been fucked into you and forming a white ring around his cock. Ukai was determined to get you pregnant, having full intent to use your pussy to drain his balls till he can't anymore.

"Thatta girl, suck this cock dry."

DAICHI SAWAMURA

↺ Daichi's always had his opinions about starting a family, and it was usually whatever yours was. you don't want kids? perfectly fine. if you did? wonderful. though, in spite of that, he definitely knew he wanted kids. actually, he wanted a couple.

↺ seeing your tummy swell with the product of his creation did something to him he couldn't describe. that sight was one he couldn't wait to see, and honestly the thought of actually "doing the deed" to get you pregnant got him a little too excited.

✎ 𓂃 "Such a good girl," he groans, "Taking all daddy's cum."

A low moan rumbles from his chest, Daichi, pushing your knees up to your chest as he further fucks you into the mattress. Thick cum leaks from your sloppy hole, trickling down your ass to the sheets beneath you. You were an absolute mess, tears staining your flushed cheeks, body trembling under his, pussy quivering around your husband's cock as he continues to abuse it with his thrusts. Cum strings from your skin every time he pulls out, making it sticky. You've lost count of how many times he emptied inside you, yet, you keep begging him to do it again.

"Wan' more daddy, please~" you whine, "P-please keep- ah- keep breeding me."

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

↺ Suga adores children, it was no surprise to hear him say he wanted a few of his own. he was so sweet about it too, asking you if that was something you wanted and if you were ready. he was elated, to say the least, when you said you were.

↺ the man was on you in a matter of minutes, not wasting any time. you find his excitement endearing — it was the next big step of your relationship and the both of you couldn't have been more impatient to get started.

✎ 𓂃 "Tell me you want it," he rasps, "beg for it."

His forehead is pressed against yours, and your legs are securely locked around his waist. You beg him to finish inside you, mewling from the way he fucks his cock deeper. The sound of your voice so sweet in his ear makes his dick twitch. He gasps above you, hips stuttering with each thrust as his orgasm gets closer. You moan out his name when you inevitably gush around him, cunt squeezing his cock tight. He freezes in place, sloppily kissing you as his cum paints your walls white.

"M'not done with you yet," he pants, "Gotta make sure you take everything I got."

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[luvkun4]

12:45 AM ꔛ K. Nanami

ꕤ summary: "Hearing his name roll off your tongue so effortlessly always did him in, even if you had said it innocently."

ꕤ warnings: fem!reader, modern au, smut, established relationship, slight dom/sub dynamics, sub!reader, dom!Nanami, some dirty talk, dialogue heavy, slight degradation, daddy kink, clit play, some nipple play, fingering (f), finger sucking, choking, cum eating, not proofread

ꕤ word count: 1.9k

. . . requested by anon on my old blog!

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Nanami had come home late today, presumably because he had gotten caught up at work. You could tell by the look on his face that he was tired, noticing how lazily he plopped down on the armchair in the living room. You take it upon yourself to pour him a drink, figuring he could use it. 

“Rough day?” you ask, handing him a glass of his favorite whiskey as he loosens his tie.

He simply nods, sighing out an exhausted “yes” before mumbling a thank you and sipping his liquor. Just as he sets the glass back down on the cup holder, you sit on his lap, resting your back flush against his chest. His hands immediately find your waist, and he places a little kiss right under your jaw.

“How was your day, darling?”

You set your hands on top of his, letting your head fall onto his shoulder, “It was okay. I missed you.”

He smiles softly to himself, kissing your neck tenderly, “I missed you too, love.”

You both fall silent, listening to the subtle sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. It wasn’t often the two of you got time like this together. He’d always make it up to you, though. Taking you out for breakfast on the weekends, or staying up later than he’d like to on weekdays just so you could get some quality time in.

Kind of like now — you, sitting in his lap with his hands dragging up and down your thighs. His lips litter kisses along the side of your neck, hands occasionally squeezing your hips. You utter a sigh, feeling your entire body relax on top of him. 

“Feels good Ken~” you whisper, shutting your eyes.

The man inhales sharply, slipping his fingers under your shirt. Something about the tone of your voice triggered something in him. Your words had pure intent, though Nanami misinterpreted them. Perhaps it was because he was tired, his exhaustion causing him not to think straight. Whatever it was, it got his mind racing. Hearing his name roll off your tongue so effortlessly always did him in, even if you had said it innocently. 

“My name sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth.” he coos, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on your skin.

You shift above him, “Want me to say it again?” You giggle, knowing he’d start getting worked up with no effort.

He hums, starting to rub at your sides from under your shirt while he leaves a little bruise at the slope of your neck. A soft, and whiny “Nanami” escapes you, and you arch your back ever so slightly. He groans against you, tightening his hold on your body. You knew what you were doing. Hearing you speak in such a tone always made him antsy, and he hated admitting it. Actions speak much louder than words, however, and his reactions were exactly what you were hoping for. 

“Teasing me on purpose, hm?”

Nanami’s lips lock onto your jaw, his large hands trailing down your hips and onto your legs. The shorts you wear give him full access to your thighs, his palms caressing your skin gently enough to give you goosebumps. His voice manages to drop another octave, his words a whisper in your ear.

“Don’t act so entitled, dear. You know how easily you succumb to me.”

You hum, grinning softly when his lips make contact with your cheek. He saw through your act immediately, and he couldn’t have been more right about you. It didn’t matter what he did, you’d always submit to him as if it were second nature to. He soon has you distracted from your thoughts again, kissing your neck and groping your thighs.

“Say my name again.” he mutters in your ear, bringing a hand between your legs.

You take it upon yourself to drape your legs over his, giving him better access to touch you how he pleased. His fingers brush against your sex through your shorts, and just as he asked, his name leaves your mouth once more. Quietly, he praises you, nibbling on your neck to leave behind another mark. 

Nanami’s fingers drag up and down with a bit more pressure than before. You sigh, pleased, and buck your hips forward. He stops momentarily to slip his hand into your pj bottoms, rubbing you through your panties instead. 

“There’s some other things you call me, yeah?” he asks rhetorically, “Wanna remind me what they are?”

His fingers skillfully work at your sex, leisurely playing with your clothed pussy and making you whine.

“Daddy~” you utter, arching your back.

Nanami pauses, smirking, “That’s a new one.”

Your face heats up in embarrassment, a cold chill running up your spine from the humiliation of your slip up. Nanami didn’t seem to mind though, sucking on a spot at the slope of your neck. You can’t repress your whimpers, finding yourself lost in the trance that is his touch. He was growing needy as well — hearing your sweet voice say his name, to then hear you purr out a name you’ve never called him before — poor man’s pants were getting tight.

“I-I didn’t mean to say that,” you think out loud.

“Calling me daddy by ‘mistake,’ huh?”

His fingers slip past the elastic of your panties, his palm cupping your bare pussy. You buck your hips up, rutting against the heel of his hand and whining at the pleasurable friction. 

“Sounded so sweet coming from you,” he admits, “Say it again for me.”

You chew your lip, holding back a moan while he starts to circle your clit. Nanami nibbles your ear, groaning when he feels how wet you had gotten.

“C’mon pretty girl,” he encourages, “You were so vocal before, what happened?”

Your back arches, another soft whimper escaping you. The humiliation that came over you from what you had said was preventing you from saying it again. Nanami could tell you were resisting, though, and was determined to provoke you. 

His fingers run up and down your slick folds with a tantalizing pace that makes you squirm.

“This wet already, princess?” he inquires, “Do daddy’s fingers feel good?”

“Mhm,” you hum, though it comes out more whiny than you would’ve liked.

Nanami’s free hand slides under your shirt and up your stomach, groping one of your breasts. The pads of his fingers toy with your stiff nipple, suddenly pinching it and eliciting a squeak out of you.

“Use your words, princess,” he commands, palming at your flesh to ease whatever pain he might’ve caused.

“Are you feeling good?” he asks again, agonizingly pushing a finger into your weeping cunt.

“Y-yes daddy,” you breathe, shivering on top of him.

He grins, licking a stripe up the slope of your neck to suckle the skin beneath your jaw. You tighten around the finger he has lodged inside you, moaning when he finally starts to move it in and out. Your head falls onto his shoulder, your body completely submitting to him without any convincing.

Nanami’s lips stay locked on your neck, leaving behind bruises that would definitely need to be covered if you wanted to avoid questioning from co-workers. Both his hands are busy, one between your thighs and the other under your shirt. He rolls your hard nipple between his fingers, pumping the digit inside your pussy just slow enough to make you restless.

“Kento,” you murmur, “Wan’ more.”

He pulls his finger out, running two along the length of your pussy to coat it in your essence.

“That’s not how you ask, sweetheart.”

He didn’t have to tell you what he wanted for you to catch on — it seemed he was amused by your slip up from earlier and was getting off on hearing you say it. It turned you on to know he liked it, that, being the reason it was becoming easier to repeat yourself despite your prior reluctance.

“Please daddy…” you whisper, holding his wrist in an attempt to guide him, “Please keep touching me.”

“Touch you how?” he questions, a devious smirk on his face, “Tell me exactly what you want.”

The tip of his finger prods at your cunt, pushing past your little slit and making you moan.

“A-ah, finger me, daddy,” your back arches, your hand tightly gripping his arm, “Pretty please.”

“Mm good girl.”

Nanami pushes a second finger inside you, curling them both just to make you gasp. His free hand moves from under your shirt to your lips, and he sticks three fingers into your mouth without persuasion. You gag softly around them, a muffled moan following the noise in response to the way he was pleasuring you. You could feel his bulge pressing against your lower back, squirming at the thought of freeing him from his slacks

“Such a naughty girl,” he hisses, “Calling me daddy and making me hard.”

He ruts up against your back just so you could feel him, and his thick digits start to glide in and out of your pussy with ease, your arousal spilling from you like water. He groans in your ear about how wet you were, pumping his fingers harder to make the squelching sound of your cunt louder. 

“You hear that?” he asks rhetorically, “Slutty little pussy’s talking to me, she’s so needy.”

Your hips buck forward and you whine, drooling on the fingers that sit in your mouth. Nanami keeps both your mouth and your cunt stuffed, pushing his fingers in and out of both holes. All your moans are stifled as you choke on his fingers, spit trickling down your chin and making your face a mess.

He pulls them out just long enough to let you catch your breath, before forcing them back in so you cough. His big hand stays working on your pussy, stretching open your tight hole and making it nearly impossible for you to sit still. 

“Getting so tight for me,” he observes, fingering you a little faster, “Gonna cum pretty girl?”

You nod fervently, unable to speak from him keeping you quiet.

“Let me hear you then,” he says, taking his fingers out of your mouth to wrap his hand around your throat instead.

You take in a sharp breath, moaning louder than you anticipated when you exhale. You whimper like an animal in heat, rutting against his palm to feel his fingers deeper inside you. You could feel your stomach coiling, that familiar knot becoming apparent. The hand he has around your throat squeezes it lightly, resulting in another yelp out of you.

“M’gonna cum daddy, p-please,” you beg, convulsing around him uncontrollably. “Please keep going, please.”

“C’mon,” he provokes, twisting and curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot, “Cream all over daddy’s fingers.”

Your entire body trembles on top of him, a flash of white coming over you when your orgasm hits. It rips through you like a shock of electricity, blurring your vision as your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hand which held your neck finally lets go, his arm coming around your waist to hold you close to him as you release around his fingers. Nanami litters kisses on your skin, quietly praising you while you come down from your high.

“So good for me,” he expresses, pulling out his fingers to rub your puffy clit.

The action makes you quiver, but he’s soon removing his hand from your panties and bringing his drenched fingers to his lips. He licks and sucks them clean, moaning around his own digits at the sweet taste of your pussy. You sit on his lap, worn, and honestly surprised by how hard you came and how quickly he got it to happen.

Nanami grabs your jaw and turns your head towards him, tenderly kissing your lips.

“You’ve still got something to take care of, darling,” he reminds you, thrusting his hips up to create friction against his bulge, “You think your pussy’s ready?”

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[snowangeldotmp3]

may i request more werewolf nancy 🥺🥺 🤲 if u may 🥺🥺 she has me by throat ❗❗🐺

SAME. i am always ready to talk about werewolf nancy!

Nancy—the wolf—jumps in front of her, in front of Billy. Hackles raised and growling, and for a moment, Billy hesitates.

It’s the first time Max has ever seen him hesitate when he’s gotten like this.

Nancy is bigger than he is, stronger than he is. One swipe and Max knows it would knock him unconscious. Max watches as Billy tries to put on a brave face, taking a step closer. Nancy lunges at him, and he quickly hits the ground, scrambling back and running away.

make me write some of my wips <3

[javarium]

Heyyy babe, your Christmas prompt post is so cute 💗💗 If you feel inspired, can you please write a little something for Sukuna + prompt 2 or prompt 7 (whichever you prefer)? 💗💗

WINTER BABE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST. YOU WERE MY FIRST SUKUNA ASK :3 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT JUST AS MUCH ❤️❤️❤️

HERE YOU GO

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[thefallofruins]

ANNOUNCEMENT Requests close 30th November! (also someone please request characters other than Sukuna and Gojo, not that I'm complaining but my entire blog is Sukuna atp and I really wanna write about other characters)

[nanamimizz]

Kishibe car sex?

[ghostgirl101]

I just wanna say that I am SO excited for the part 2 to your Paul Destiny fic. I have so many questions and Im excited to see if they get answered. Like if Paul is pledging his love to the reader then is the romance plot with Chani still relevant? Is the reader still the princess here? Very interesting

Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅱ of Ⅱ

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A/N: Honestly, I didn't think this would blow up so much- 1k+ likes??! Thank you all, it's sick 🙃 in answer to your questions, I didn't really specify if the reader (you) are part of a Great House or the Emperor's daughter, or maybe someone else, that's kind of up to your imagination. And yeah, sorry Chani fans, I kind of kicked her to the curb lmao; This is all about you, and so enjoy the second and final part of this destiny trope before I work on some relationship headcanons for Paul and Feyd-Rautha... Requests are open for Dune 2, so don't be shy 📩

You can't escape fate.

It's as real as the Spice that threads through the grains of sand blanketing Arrakis in heavy, warm golden waves. It twists and turns in the air, in the tides of change, something beyond understanding roping together reality and its lives to bond, whether in love or hate.

At least, with the newly ascended young Emperor, you know which side you're on. Since the day of his declaration and claiming of you as his Empress, you've never once left his sight, unknowingly or not. The boy is almost ridiculously close and observant, as if testing the depths of the events unfolding around him, testing to see whether you'll try to run from them, from him. But you can't run from fate, either.

"You aren't resting."

Paul's soft, low voice slices through the silence of the dusk, the only words you hear before you feel his warm, firm arms slipping under your arms and around your middle, pulling you into his front in a smooth, protective motion. His chocolate brown locks tickle your neck and cheek as he gazes up at you from your shoulder; wandering, curious eyes study yours knowingly, his natural hues tainted blue with the Spice.

"What troubles you?"

You hesitate in your response, unsure of the right thing to say. There's no point in lying, not to him, to a boy who could easily use the power of his Voice to make you tell him everything and anything with just a few words. He's done it to the Bene Gesserit, to those who speak out of turn and challenge him cluelessly, but never to you. And something tells you that he never will.

"I'm sorry," is how you answer instead, in a small whisper, trying to read his expression before his reaction.

But all Paul does is give you one of his soft, amused smirks, a brow raising slightly, unconvinced.

"Don't apologise to anyone for anything," he murmurs, his fingers drifting to lock with yours, his hand hot and strong in yours. "We are to be wed, you and I, soon. So what troubles you?"

"It's not you," you tell him as earnestly as you can, his eyes capturing yours and holding them as you blink up at him. "I'm just... nervous."

"Nervous?" Paul repeats gently, his hands squeezing yours for a moment, his face an inch away from yours. "What have you to be nervous about?" He grins slightly, not attempting to hide his teasing amusement. "A wedding?"

You can't help but smile at his tone, savouring the unguarded moments of the new, young Emperor, his boyish traits lingering beneath the newfound power and promises passed down to him.

You were nervous, because you weren't so familiar with destiny and its quirks, and yet, Paul Atreides seemed to be its master. Nervous, because although there was a strange pull between you and him, a deeper part of you somehow knowing him, at an instinctive ease with him, you had never met him before these past few days, and now, you were going to be joined together for time indefinite by marriage. Nervous, because he didn't just want you to rule with him, but alongside him, as a partner, a second part of him. His second half who's with him in soul, not just spirit, physically, not just mentally. And he's relishing in it.

"I've never had one before," you shake your head with a light smile, "I don't know what to expect. Or what's expected of me."

Paul hums to himself at your reply, pausing for a while as he thinks over his words.

"It isn't just a wedding," he tells you quietly, "it's so much more. This... this a beginning. A new dawn."

"Beginning?" You echo in bemusement, looking up at him in wonder. "Of what?"

"Of a new era," Paul says thoughtfully, his hands moving from yours to run over and down your sides, tracing over your figure absentmindedly, a gesture that makes you hold your breath for a beat as you watch him, "the first of many. You are more than a mere future. You're the future. My future. And the future of my people."

The sincerity and conviction in his voice makes you stare back at him in slight awe, taken by his certainty of what he's seen in the deepest stretches of his mind, the flickering images of you, adorned in all your natural beauty and grace that he could find nothing short of perfect. You were a fantasy and a hope materialised. Someone he'd wished and dreamed for so much, that you came true, just as you should have.

"Anything that happens to you," Paul continues, looking you straight in the eye as he speaks, "happens to me. You have always been mine, and I was yours before then. Absolutely and completely."

And his words make a home in your head, everything he says so poetic and beautifully surreal, but so honest and unwaveringly confident. He didn't need to practise what he said before he whispered the sweet words in your ear, in a voice only you could catch, in the long, warm nights on Arrakis. There was no need for practice. He had been made for this, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You let yourself relax slightly in his grips, giving him an earnest smile. "That sounds nice."

Paul smiles back at you, a bright, sweet smile that makes him seem so soft and normal, almost forgetting for a moment of his utter strength and glory over the planets, his dangerous darkness that he occasionally allowed to rule over his actions at the tensest of times, until those who stood up against him retreated in bewilderment and fascination and fear.

"It does," he agrees, his gaze dropping to look out at the dunes beyond you, "you can't imagine..."

You couldn't. But every part of you wanted to. And those parts won.

"Won't you tell me?"

Paul's attention shifts back to you after you speak, before you can stop yourself.

"Would it be kind to tell you?" He asks aloud, speaking half to himself as his eyes go to search yours again, studying every inch of you, almost unsettlingly intently.

"Do you dream?" Paul questions you softly, and you dither before shaking your head.

"Not like you do," you answer steadily.

"Like I do. Seeing your face amidst the streaks of sunbeams and every kind of ethereal power that could create wonders, planets, worlds. Waking up, and you're not here, though it felt so real," he goes on, his voice laced with longing, as if it pained him to remember the feeling. "Realer than I've ever felt anything before. Every sense in me was awakened, because with destiny, I saw hope. And I did not know that hope could be so.... beautifully... angelic."

Paul draws closer and closer with each word, pulled by invisible strings to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a long moment to breathe, breathe you in. The sight of it is almost dizzyingly hypnotic, staring at the little scattered freckles over his fair, lightly tanned skin, cheeks flushed golden. He moves his face to rub his cheek against yours, seeking out affection in an irresistible rare, vulnerable move. Your hand reaches up to brush your fingers against it, and he takes it in his immediately, pressing his lips against your fingertips as he speaks.

"I need you," Paul insists, his voice firm and pressing again as he stares at you with a spark of desperation. "I need only you. More than you can comprehend. By my side, always, where you belong."

"I'm right here," you reply a little giddily, looking away from his eyes slightly bashfully from the intensity and unbridled longing of his gaze. "I suppose I'm just not used to this."

"To what?" Paul questions, his fingers tilting your chin up softly to force your eyes back up to his, his face a little closer than before. "To being an Empress?"

Before you can respond, he's pushed himself closer over you, his warm, damp lips sliding and pressing against yours and parting to encourage you to deepen his affections. It sends hot shockwaves rushing straight through your blood, as Paul crouches over you, all patience and purpose forgotten in the moment where it's just the two of you in the calm, lingering desert night.

You fit together perfectly, too perfectly for his words to be untrue, and his head tilts keenly where your fingers skim his neck, his lips parting from yours as they tangle in his hair with a short gasp. He loses none of his confidence and persistence, his azure blue eyes a shade darker as he watches you with an open trace of adoration.

"A queen?"

"Paul," you start shakily, as he smirks at you fondly, his head ducking to trace his tongue briefly up the skin of your neck, with a faint chuckle.

"To being desired?"

You glare at him weakly, hanging onto his hands tight to find some sense of grounding. "You're just playing with me."

"I intend to do so much more than that," Paul grins at you, kissing your cheek before burying his face against your shoulder. "And so should you. Test the depths of our connection. Push it to its limits. Push me. Please."

You find yourself speechless again at his way with words, simple and truthful, but full of passion and unthought romance, a sensation he's been craving since the first shadows of your being in his hazy dreams and visions.

"Give into your destiny, sweet girl," he croons to you in a whisper, his lips brushing against yours and pressing down against your skin needily, hungrily. It takes almost inhumane strength not to crumble and shiver under his touch and desire radiating off him and his dark glare, the wanting over years of dreams and prophecies building up to its peak. "Give into me."

"I think I will," you whisper back in awe and giddiness, your arms having to hold tightly around his neck to stay upright. "I think I want to."

"That's good," he praises you with a soft smile, as his voice lowers. "And besides," Paul mutters in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek breathlessly, with that subtle, teasing look in his eyes, "I plan on taking you as mine well before the wedding."

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✧*:･ﾟa first for everything [steve harrington]

— warnings: fluff. mentions and descriptions of canon injuries.

— summary: Steve Harrington gives you your first kiss in unexpected circumstances

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

for @fleurfairie 's lovely request

He always had a soft spot for you, and even if his friends would constantly tell him how head over heels he was for you, he always brushed it off. You're too sweet for him, too good —he thinks, so he keeps a respectful amount of distance to you. But the feelings churning in his stomach are not something he can easily ignore, and from time to time, he would let them slip. A simple compliment, a brush of hand, an act of service, that's how he tells you how much he wants you, how much he'd love to have you as his own.

But either you don't want him or you're just too oblivious, a rosy tint spilling on your cheeks each time, opting to look away and hide it than thank him for his sweet words. Maybe it was the inexperience which kept you out of reach from him, or maybe you were just too shy to initiate anything. It's not until he feels that he has to tell you that it happens.

With demobats squealing and screehing around you, he couldn't find it in himself but to think these were going to be his last moments, having been attacked by the flying beasts a few minutes ago, his neck still red, sides and arms bleeding from the rough ground and pointy teeth. Although it hurts, he doens't let his face twist in a wince simply because you'll think you hurt him as you wrap the handmade bandage Nancy provided you with around him. His sides are burning with pain, blood immediately dotting in splotches the white material as you look up at him, tightening it around him.

“Tight enough?” You ask, teeth worrying your lower lip as you wait for any confirmation that he's feeling okay. “Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Thanks.” Lowering his hands from his hair where he had been gripping the strands tightly, distracting himself from the pain. Looking back, you see Nancy, Robin and Eddie gone, probably advancing through the gloomy forest ahead, leaving you to deal with his injuries just as you'd offered. With a sigh, you sit down on the ground, not minding the dirty ground probably staining your jeans as you rub a hand over your forehead. “Hey, you okay?” He places his hand on your upper arm, giving it a weak squeeze but all he gets out of you is a shake of head, sniffling slightly. “Do you think we'll get out if here?” You ask sheepishly, toying with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to fight off the urge of telling him how scared you are of losing him.

You couldn't describe the wave of pure horror when you saw the demobats latched onto his torso and neck, his pained noises and squirming, but luckily the others were there an jumped to help. “Yeah, I mean...we have to.” He said it as if there was no other option he would agree with, he couldn't think of it for too much without feeling a lump swell in his throat. “Hey, I promise I'll take you out of here no matter what.” His hand in now on your cheek, not minding the dirt as you nuzzle at it, his promise somewhat calming you down. Opening your eyes you notice he's already gazing at you, soft and loving and radiating a warmth which you've never felt from him before. His hazel eyes find yours in the blue light of the moon, something in them telling you he was holding off, keeping himself in place and trying so hard to.

“What?” You ask softly, tongue darting out to lick your lips instinctively and though briefly, you catch his gaze flickering down to them. He shifts closer, the previous adrenaline sizzling through his veins helping him to not run off like he usually does and face his troubles. “You know I'd never want to upset you, right?” His hands are on your cheeks again, sitting cross–legged in front of you as he swallows. Words stuck in your throat so you just nod in his grip, wide eyes locked on his which seemingly come even closer by the second. “And you'd always tell me if you didn't want something?” Another nod, though weaker as some leaves and branches crunch under him, his knees now touching yours, big, warm palms still pressed to your cheeks. And then he takes the final step, nose to nose with you, warm breath fanning on your lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he waits.

“I—” You start, but as soon as you do, you realize the position you're in, so your head moves to the side and away from him, your hands breaching on his thighs as you press your face into his neck, shaking it. Before he can talk again, you cut him off. “I'm sorry, Steve.” You breathe out along his neck, a slight shiver rocking his body. “I've never done that before...kiss, I mean.” You're ashamed, cheeks flaming until his hands move to your back, rubbing soothingly over it.

“It's okay, I promise.” He stops for a bit, letting you cling to him despite the fact that your fingers are digging into his bare skin as you hug him. When your hold finally slackens, he manages to pull you back, looking at you softly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Can I be your first?” He asks, ready to be rejected, but he can notice the way your pupils swell and lips slightly part and you really want this. You give yet another nod, but he's not pleased with it, so he waits until you speak up again. “Kiss me, please.” So he does, just his lips pressing to yours in a sweet kiss. Instinctively you do the same, your hands gripping his wrists, his hands still on your face. “How do I—”

“Shh, it's okay, you're doing great.” He reassures you, going in for another one as if he can't breathe without. Now that he finally got a taste of it, he's not sure if he can deprive himself of you any longer, so he pours all he feels and has felt for the last months into it. It's not gracious by any means, his nose smushed into your cheek, his hands squishing your cheeks with the force of it, your own hands gripping at his back to keep him close and rushed breaths you both suck in the brief time you pull away.

“Hey dingus, where the hell are you two?” Robin whisper–shouts as she stomps her way back carefully, avoiding any Vecna vines. You both pull away at the sound of her voice, a bashful smile on your face as you both stand up, patting the dirt and leaves away from your pants.“Let's get you out of here” And with that, you start navigating your way through the forest again, the way he keeps your hand in his is a silent promise for more.

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[i4sgwr]

EREN + MUTUAL PINNING

ꕤ summary: Eren overhears your conversation with Armin and takes it upon himself to clear the air about your shared feelings.

ꕤ warnings: gn!reader, college au, fluff, mutual pinning that leads to confession, Armin is your bestie so he’s here for a lot of this, very dialogue heavy (like a lot- i’m sorry)

ꕤ word count: 0.8k (oops)

. . . requested by anon!

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“Are you ever gonna tell him?” Armin asks, placing his book back in his bag then zipping it up.

You sigh, “I’d rather not make a fool of myself, so no,” standing up and walking towards the door.

Armin hurriedly follows, throwing his backpack over his shoulder and leaving the lecture room to walk with you.

“I can guarantee he likes you, y/n, just tell him how you feel,” Armin insists.

Your face heats up at the thought of Eren having a crush on you. Honestly, the thought was incomprehensible to you — there was no way someone like him would have anything more than platonic feelings for you. Then again, Armin was friends with you both, and very rarely did his intuition steer him in the wrong direction.

“I don’t know ‘Min,” you say as the two of you leisurely walk through the courtyard, “He barely talks to me. I don’t wanna scare him off by throwing my feelings onto him.”

The blonde laughs, “Scare him off? I’m surprised he hasn’t scared you.”

You give him a perplexed look, yet wear a small grin, “Why would he scare me?”

“Because he’s intimidating! Eren looks like he’d bite if you pissed him off,” Armin exclaims, chuckling afterwards.

You laugh, shaking your head, “I think he’s hot.”

You can’t help the way your face burns as you admit that, though it’s not like Armin didn’t already know. Armin was more than aware of how you felt about his friend, that being the reason he was always talking to you about it. He was playing the middle man without either of you knowing.

“I bet he thinks the same about you,” Armin suddenly says, looking at you with a devious smirk.

“Shut up,” you murmur, “Even if he does it’s not like I’d ever know.”

“Only if you ask him,” he exclaims, nonchalantly tilting his chin in the direction of the person you hadn’t realized was walking towards you; Eren Jaeger — what a coincidence.

“Ask me what?” Eren questions, stopping in his tracks as the two of you get closer. 

He stands with his hands in his pockets, very clearly keeping his eyes on you. You feel your heartbeat quicken, suddenly nervous by his presence.

“Ah, I have to get to class actually. I’ll see you later Eren,” Armin says, giving your back a gentle pat.

You roll your eyes, knowing he didn’t have class for another 20 minutes and merely left you alone on purpose. Eren takes a few steps closer as Armin walks away, only heightening your jitteriness. 

“He said I think the same as you,” Eren states, “What did he mean by that?”

“I-I didn’t think you were listening,” you chuckle sheepishly, “Um, it was nothing.”

“You sure?” he cocks an eyebrow, “You look nervous.”

You turn your head from him, chewing your lip.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he mutters, in a lower tone than before, “And I do think the same as you, by the way.”

Your stomach drops at the realization he had heard nearly your entire conversation. Embarrassed, you hesitantly make eye contact, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burn.

“H-how much did you hear?” you stutter.

“Just the last bit,” he smirks, “To be fair, I’m surprised you didn’t see me coming sooner.”

You try to replay your conversation with Armin in your head, trying to figure out how you didn’t see Eren walking towards you until it was too late. It didn’t really matter, but having him hear you compliment him unbeknownst to you made you feel sick from the humiliation.

“Armin said to meet him in the courtyard, though I didn’t think it was a ploy to get me to talk to you,” he chuckles, “Not that I’m complaining. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

You swear you feel faint, not knowing how to handle the situation. It’s not like you two were total strangers, you’ve talked before. However, you’ve only ever interacted in the presence of your shared friends, never have you spoken to him alone. And now he was standing here telling you you were cute.

You hum to let him know you heard him but remain silent, waiting for him to say whatever it was “he’s been wanting to talk to you” about.

“I just wanted to ask you out,” he states, “Unless you’re not into me the way I assumed you were.”

“I-I love to!” you exclaim excitedly, quickly regaining your composure.

“Perfect," he smiles, "I gotta go, but I’ll text you alright?”

Eren winks, quickly walking past you in hopes that you don’t notice the blush on his cheeks. You stand there unsure of what to do with yourself. He never even said he liked you, though there was no doubting it now since he asked you out on a date. 

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[ry0chann]

fluff prompt 5 with reigen💗

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#5 — “Quick, kiss me!”

WARNINGS: gn!reader, fluff, fake dating, mutual pinning, Mob cameo

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

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Briefly, Reigen's subordinate leaves the room, leaving you both alone. The two of them had just been speaking about Reigen's relationship with you. To anyone else, that'd seem out of line — questions someone's relationship when you know nothing about it — however, it was arguably reasonable for Mob to question it. Regarding your relationship with Reigen, there wasn't one, the two of you were merely pretending for appearances.

It was his idea, of course. He said that it'd be smart to be in a relationship after all the publicity he had recently gotten. You weren't too fond of the idea at first, worried that your already solid friendship would be put at risk. Or even worse, your feelings for him would get stronger.

Unbeknownst to him, you actually really liked Reigen. Pretending to date him for a bit was both a dream come true and a nightmare. You weren't affection towards one another, unless in public when you'd hold hands. Things weren't all that different, in all actuality. Still, you could feel yourself falling harder for him every time you were with him, and it was driving you insane.

His voice suddenly snaps you out of your thoughts. "Don't worry about him, he won't find out."

You give a small smile and a nod in response, trying not to stress over the situation any further. Despite his calm composure, Reigen was actually worried, himself. Mob was pretty perceptive when he wanted to be. Though, he seemed to have a lot of faith in Reigen for most things, so hopefully this would be another one of those moments.

Just as the room falls silent once more, the door creaks open. In an unnecessary panic, Reigen leans over to you, cupping your cheeks.

"Quick, kiss me!"

Before you're even able to protest, his lips are on yours. They were softer than you expected — it was quite pleasant. Your heart sped up at such an alarming rate you swore you'd have a stroke. There was dark blush on your face, one that would definitely linger even after this was over. Reigen was just as flustered as you, smiling a bit at finally being able to kiss you.

He had a raging crush on you, though unfortunately you'd never find out. Why? Well, he wasn't too sure why he didn't want to tell you. He figured it'd just be easier to pretend to date you then to confess his true feelings.

Poor Mob unfortunately had to bare witness to his boss locking lips with you, awkwardly turning back towards the exit to avoid staring.

"Um, Master, could you not do that here, please?"

With a low chuckle, Reigen pulls away, face as red as a tomato.

"Come back in Mob, we're done. I've got to talk to you about this next job, it's important."

You're left sitting there unsure of what just happened. Would he explain it later? Probably not. Though, you were too focused on how the kiss itself was, rather than the reason for it. And now, it'd be the only on your mind for the rest of the day.

[luvkun4]

SUB REIGEN NIPPLE-PLAY PLS

ꕤ warnings: gn!reader (nothing about the reader is mentioned except their actions towards Reigen), smut, established relationship, subby!Reigen, virgin!Reigen but no loss of virginity, handjob, nipple play, premature ejaculation, some overstim

ꕤ word count: 0.4k

. . . YES 😩😩😩 taking this opportunity to write loser (affectionate) virgin!Reigen bc i love him v much

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, MINORS DNI!

You’ve only been going at it for a few minutes but he was leaking all over your hand, whining from the stimulation. It was fun seeing what would make him shiver, taking your time toying with his body to see how he’d react. 

Reigen’s head falls back and his hips buck up. He lets out a shaky sigh, reaching out to grab your wrist in a poor attempt to stop you from squeezing his cock again. You giggle, lightly squeezing him anyway and dragging your fist up his length then down again.

“So sensitive,” you coo, leaning forward to lick a stripe up his neck.

He whimpers, needily grabbing at your hips which hover his thigh. Your lips stay locked on his throat, suckling a bruise into his skin while your palm drags up and down his shaft agonizingly. Reigen’s back arches, his face burning red with embarrassment from how easily he was crumbling beneath you. 

Your open-mouthed kisses trail across his skin, down his chest. Deviously you smirk up at him, unexpectedly letting your tongue swirl around his nipple. He gasps, unsuccessfully biting back a moan.

“Oh, you like that?” you ask rhetorically, pumping his cock a little faster and taking his nipple in your mouth again.

Reigen utters a “yes,” biting his lip afterwards. You hum, switching to his other stiff nub. You kitten-lick his nipple, steadily stroking his cock all the while. Poor Reigen struggles to sit still, his dick twitching and body writhing at the feeling of you pleasuring him.

Your free hand gropes his pec, fingers twisting his wet nipple. A sound he’s embarrassed to have made escapes him, his arm coming up to cover his eyes. 

Stopping briefly, you move to properly sit on his lap, wrapping both hands around his achy cock before leaning back in to lick on his nipples again. You continue your motions, softly moaning around his nipple as you jerk him off.

“Fuck- fuck-” he mewls, hips stuttering beneath you.

You smile against his skin, but are soon taken aback by him cumming in your hands. You lift your head with a chuckle, slowing your strokes but not stopping.

“Aw Reigen,” you tease, kissing him softly.

He whimpers, unable to say anything. Tears build in his eyes, both from the humiliation of finishing faster than he would’ve liked to, and from the additional stimulation your fists still provide. His cum lubes his length, making a much louder squelching sound now than before.

“Y-y/n,” he stutters, “Please.”

You’re unsure if he was begging you to keep going, or if he wanted you to stop, though you assume he wanted more with the way he let you continue.

“It felt good, didn’t it?” you whisper in his ear, “Do it again for me.”

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[snowangeldotmp3]

Do you take requests? If so what are your boundaries?

hi anon! unfortunately, i do not take requests :( im so sorry!!