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yanderestarangel · 1 day
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ART CREDIT: @/M0OANXT in X
TW: SUGGESTIVE
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IT'S ME AGAIN ... GUYS... HEAR ME OUT OK? AGAIN.
MY HONEST ERECTION #004
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Full art at the link, all credits to the artist! He's one of my favorite NSFW profiles.
Thank you to my moot who sent this blessing to me.
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hunajan · 2 days
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TOMURA SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS (NSFW)
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Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Smut, fluff 💕
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi
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Shigaraki is rather confident about most of the things he does, but due to isolation by AFO at an early age, he hasn’t had a chance to think about anything else but the goal implanted in his mind
Meaning he’s never approached women, though partially the reason for that is also because he’s always thought and actually already accepted that no one could like him
He doesn’t have any strong feelings about it, it’s just always been that way
He would be able to act neutrally around his love interest as he’d just decide not to react and instead wait for his feelings to go away
He is more worried about your safety though than others, but at the same time he fully trusts you and your skills
Flirting with him is useless since he’s absolutely oblivious to it, if anything it’d probably just confuse him, so if you want to express your feelings to him, you need to be very frank
He needs a strong emotional connection to be entirely himself around you so a solid, safe and trusting friendship at first would be an ideal situation for him
He isn’t used to physical affection so preferably wait till both of your feelings become obvious, that way intimacy could come more naturally from him, therefore it’d also be easier
He wouldn’t initiate the first kiss, because of his insecurities so when you finally press your lips against his, he has to tell himself that he’s not dreaming and that you and your feelings are real
With you, he becomes very aware of his quirk, which makes him treat you with extreme care
When he’s convinced that nothing bad happens when he touches you, he allows more room for his own feelings, especially his touch deprived side
In time becomes more confident in expressing affection and gets encouraged when you show your love for him
When lying in bed together he loves to have his arms wrapped around your waist while you play with his hair
Every time you ask him to touch you, his love for you grows, because anyone who’s aware of the nature of his quirk, would never ask him that, yet you still want him
When having sex for the first time, a proper foreplay is what makes him more confident as he sees what makes you feel good
Your pleasure is definitely more important to him than his own
Prefers to cum inside you as he considers it to be the most intimate way
He can easily get pussy drunk as he never thought there’d be anything that feels so good
Absolutely loves when you straddle him and press your breasts against his firm chest, lean in and whisper what kind of dirty things you wanna do to him
Prefers positions where you’re as close to each other as possible, for example missionary
Also enjoys to watch you ride him as your naked body is on full display, not to mention he also gets to see the pleasure written all over your face while moans escape your parted lips
Likes to slap your ass and grope your thighs
Always needs to see the fucked out expression on your beautiful face after you cum as he finds it an endearing sight
For most of his life he has had to take control and make decisions, that’s why he likes when you take charge
Shigaraki is mindful of your feelings, even when you have a fight, he’s the one that remains calm and wants to understand your point of view
When he sees that you accept all of him, including his flawed and violent side, he becomes extremely loyal and protective of you
He’s proud to have you for himself 💕
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xoxostarlet · 2 days
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now playing: <high in denial> 00:00/45:00
starring: re4r/re2r!Leon x stoned bff!reader
tw: smut, nsfw, weed use, getting high, shotgunning, mutual masturbation, porn watching, probably inaccurate weed use descriptions (?), somno-ish, mdni, reader is 18+
playing next: <half sober, half confrontations> 00:00/50:00
minors DO NOT interact. read at your own risk. ageless blogs will be blocked.
☆ starlet's note: can be separated from part 2
++ my other wips are still in the works so here's a little treat off the wip list because i went on an insane 2k words tangent. also apologies in advance for how inaccurate this is. love you all mwacks 💋💋💋
his whole house was empty with Mr and Mrs Kennedy on vacation for a whole week. so naturally, he did what he always does, invite you over to hang out. as the assigned troublemaker friend between the two of you, you had managed to convince him to smoke weed with you for the third time that week.
he fished out the lighter from the ziploc bag of pre-rolled joints thanks to you and began to light it. you brought the joint between your finger closer to where he was holding the flame. you both watched as it lit, smoke drifting from it in pretty lilts.
and then something you saw from one of your friend’s instagram stories earlier that day popped into your mind. your eyes twinkled mischievously. tonight was gonna be fun.
"wanna do a shotgun?"
you ask him, quirking your brows. he tilts his head.
"shotgun? you mean like the smoke kiss thing?"
he asks looking confused at the prospect of your suggestion. why would you want to smoke kiss him? his eyebrows remained raised as he looked at you expectantly.
"well, the kiss is optional. i heard it makes you high quicker or something."
you say leaning closer, the now lit joint still held between your fingers. he looks at you for a moment as he mulls it over in his head. you knew he was mulling it over because he had that little scrunch between his brows and his jaw was a little taut. he made that face when you asked him to skip school, and when you begged him to not submit the homework which he had completed because you didn't, and well...that was the gist of it. you dragged him on your little misadventures all the time and he follows willingly.
like that other time you asked him to follow you to TP your bitchy neighbour's house after she ratted you out to your parents for having a party in the house when they were out. you had almost gotten away with it too. and in the end, both of you were grounded with your phones taken away for a solid month.
"i don't know. it sounds kinda...intimate?"
he says sounding hesitant. you missed the fact that his ears were turning a little red again.
"oh come on! don't be a prude."
you pouted, scooting closer to him and tugging on his sleeve.
"am not!"
he protested, ears turning redder. he often finds himself in these predicaments with you. but truth be told had you asked him to jump, he would. you were his best friend. he'd do anything if it's with you. which is also the logic that was making him sit in his bedroom with you, about to smoke weed together for the third time that month.
"fine. then prove it."
you smirked, your shiny cherry-scented gloss was practically tasteable from how close you were to his face. this shit had worked on him time and time again. he just couldn't believe that even when you were both about to graduate college in a few months, he would still fall for it every single time. must have been the cherry gloss. with its pretty shine and good smell. or maybe how good it made your lips look. he imagined what it would look like blowing smoke into his mouth.
"okay. fine. i'll do the 'shotgun' thing."
you pumped the air at his agreement, grinning from ear to ear. so you took your first puff and leaned in close. his eyes trailed from your eyes to the shine of your lips. you watched as his parted lips got clouded in the smoke as you blew into it. you were both so close. your lips were getting closer to his and your heart was racing out of your chest with how exhilarating it all felt. and so was his. he's got his eyes practically glued to your lips. this was the closest he'd ever seen them and he yearned to know what they would feel like pressed against his own.
a loud rustling sound of a plastic object falling to the floor sent the both of you springing away from each other as if seared by hot metal. you leaning in closer must have tipped the spare bag of blunts off of the bed. he was blinking and rubbing his flushed face while you coughed, avoiding his gaze. you could feel his eyes looking at you. so you did what you did best. damage control.
"porn! let's watch it while we're high! should be fun, ahaha..."
you felt yourself cringe as the notion of what you had just blurted into the room began metaphorically bouncing off the walls like an echo. except it was probably just the very vivid imagery in your head right now. the weed was kicking in. and as you expected, he agreed to do it with you.
so there you both sat, knee to knee on his bed. his laptop was shared between your laps and he was currently typing into the search engine of a porn website. a video of a woman with particularly huge tits and a massive rainbow-coloured dildo caught your attention.
"jesus, is that thing even gonna fit?"
Leon asked, face wrinkling. this made you laugh and so did he. the bout of giggles was made worse the more you scrolled down, complemented with commentary on how silly some of them looked.
"pfft- did you see that? no way that was not piss. i mean she was using just her hands and she squirted that far?"
you said in between peals of laughter, hand smacking his shoulder. he was laughing too. both of you were feeling pretty untethered by this point. 
"maybe she just felt that good? who knows?"
he says, making the both of you erupt into a fit of delirious laughter once more.
"aw man, that was hilarious."
well in hindsight, it wasn't that funny but you were both flushed, red-eyed, and giggly. the almost kiss was long forgotten by now. and so as the conversation flowed, the laptop joined the kiss in being long forgotten as well. you were now seated opposite him on his bed, socked feet against his knees as both your legs and his tangled comfortably. the conversation had veered from porn to whatever else that was under the sun before making a grand return.
"do you think those moans and stuff are all fake?"
he asks you, eyes half-lidded and red when he meets your gaze. you shrugged.
"dunno. maybe? or maybe it feels really good. some say, cumming feels better when you're high?"
you tell him but it sounded like you were wondering yourself.
"well, how do we find out for sure?"
he asks, and you feel like giggling again.
"i mean...we could...you know..."
you begin to say, stifling your immense need to laugh. both of your legs were sort of laced with his comfortably and the warmth felt nice.
"what...? ask people now?"
you shook your head, a glint of mischief flashing in your dilated pupils.
"no, dumbass. we do it now. we jerk off together."
he started laughing. hard.
"you're crazy...."
you frowned at this and tilted your head. your skin felt so warm and your head was in the clouds. and you felt insanely horny too. maybe it was all the porn from earlier that made jerking off with your best friend not sound like such a bad idea. 
"best friends jerk off together all the time, right? girl best friends, boy best friends, whatever. what makes us different?"
you ask him with full conviction. he blinked a few times as if still processing your question. you began to feel impatient at his lack of a response.
"oh come on! it'll be fun! weed's supposed to make it feel better yaknow.”
you persuaded, knocking your knees against his lightly. he shrugs.
"if you're sure."
he shrugs, falling victim to your persuasion for the fourth time that night alone. you grinned contagiously, and so did he. your fingers began travelling down to the buckle of your jeans and you zipped your fly down with a little struggle. Leon began unzipping his own too, eyes widening a little when he caught a glimpse of your cotton panties peeking through. he watched as you began to slide your fingers down your panties.
"wait. s'not fair."
he protested, brows furrowed. you frown and turn to look at him, feeling held back.
"what are you talking about?"
you ask him with a tinge of frustration.
"if i jerk off, you'll see my dick."
he says and you groan.
"duh! so what?"
you huffed, hair blowing away from your face.
"let me see you too."
he demanded in a voice that was a whole octave lower, gaze not wavering from yours. he was standing on business. it was only fair after all. so you lifted your leg from the position and stood up shakily from his bed, shimmying your pants and panties off. he did the same before you both returned to the same seating position. you sucked on your dry-feeling fingers and began lowering them towards your folds, teasing them a little. Leon watched you as he began to grip his dick in his hand and began pistoning it up and down.
the sensations as you began stroking yourself felt stronger than usual. you tried to stifle your moans a little, biting the back of your other hand as you stroked yourself. the little sounds you were letting out were making Leon impossibly harder as he stroked himself. he was letting out soft grunts and whimpers from how sensitive he was.
"ngh- feels s'good."
you whined softly eyes fixed on the way Leon was panting as he stroked his leaky cock, tip swollen and pink. you never knew how pretty your best friend's cock was. it was a pleasant finding. it also serves to further supplement the visual stimulation you need to continue jerking off.
the people were right. it felt so good. you were practically knuckled deep into your weeping pussy, crying out against the back of your free hands. your head was thrown back and your pussy was on full display. the sight alone made Leon’s cock throb as he stroked himself quicker, precum dribbling down his tip. the wet squelching sounds mingled in the air as you both began to pick up the pace.
"you sound so hot...fff- shit-"
Leon whimpered eyes squeezing shut and chest rising and falling rapidly.
"let's cum together..."
you managed through a half giggle half moan, keening forward a little as you continued to pump your fingers into your sopping wet hole. he was pressing his lips together, eyes squeezed shut.
"can't- last...!"
he struggled to say, clearly about to bust. but before he could, you used your free hand to wrap around his tip, palm pressing flat on it. he yelped, not expecting you to have touched his dick whatsoever. this was turning him on even more and his balls felt like they were about to combust.
"what are you-"
he whined in protest. your perfectly glossed cherry lips were parted as your climax neared. he was still stroking his dick, whimpering with the need to cum. as soon as you felt yourself clench around your fingers, you freed his tip and helped him stroke himself to completion with your free hand. he groaned, hips stuttering into your hand as he rode down his high. his cum was all over your hands and even your thighs and shirt. you slumped against the headboard of his bed, panting. both of you were flushed and the room felt warmer than ever.
"do best friends also jerk each other off-"
he asked as he finally came down from the cottony post-orgasm state of mind having caught his breath. everything felt so muddled and sticky. he grabbed tissues off of his nightstand and began wiping his cum off your thighs sloppily. he then took your hand in his larger one and began wiping away at it as well. you watched as he did it, feeling mesmerized.
"yeah for sure."
you answered absentmindedly. and as always, he takes your word for it. 100% without a shadow of a doubt. best friends almost kiss when doing weed shotguns. and they help to jerk the other off just so they could cum at the same time. by then your brain was practically mush. all you wanted to do was take a nap. so you carelessly threw his soiled covers (courtesy of you and him jizzing all over it) over your legs and mindlessly patted the space next to you.
he laid next to you beneath his covers with a loopy smile on his face. your bare ass was practically pressed against his softened dick as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close.
these were definitely normal best friend activities when they hangout. 
so imagine your surprise when you woke up the next day to soft whimpers against the shell of your ear as he rutted his half hard dick against your bare ass.
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allfearstofallto · 5 hours
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18+ MDNI
TW: Somnophila, dub-con
Wanting to write a reverse version of Sleeping like the Dead where reader is the one who's insatiable. You hate Diluc, but who else can you turn to but him to satisfy your urges. As long as you're gentle, you won't wake him and you're so horny, it doesn't take much to get you off.
Of course, he's obviously pretending to be asleep. A notorious light sleeper, all it took was you opening his door to wake him. But when you pull up the hem of your night gown and straddle his hips, fucking yourself on his cock like he's your sex toy, he decided it would be better to pretend he was still fast asleep. A part of him wishes could sleep forever, if it resulted in such a delightful pleasure from you.
Finishing yourself on him and creaming around his cock while he has to fight the urge to meet the pace of your hips with how own, he's peaking at your lewd expression through eyes that are squinted shut. Your panting as you pull your dress down and sigh softly in relief.
When you leave his room with a sigh, barely bothering to redress him, he's fisting his cock like an animal. Using the slick of your pussy as lube to jerk himself off to completion and silently praying that tomorrow brings another night of your untamable lust.
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Would I be burned alive for writing danvis smut and posting it on ao3 or are we chill with smut nowadays
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kingkonoha · 7 months
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃 while he’s in the middle of fucking you and covers your eyes with it instead.
He does it when he’s about to cum and he knows it’s going to be a powerful orgasm — a load so heavy that it seems like he’ll never stop cumming — and he doesn’t want you to see him lose control.
“I’m so…I’m so close,” he grunts. “I can’t hold it, baby. I can’t.”
He gets so embarrassed over the way he can’t even hold his body up anymore, despite being the world’s strongest sorcerer. Right now, with your pussy milking him like this, he’s nothing more than a trembling, moaning mess, his body pressed against yours as his shaky breaths pat against your face.
Beads of sweat start to coat his forehead, and his own loud, uncontrollable moans make his cheeks and ears turn red.
But he doesn’t stop thrusting in and out of you — not until he finishes deeply inside.
However, he doesn’t take the blindfold off of you just yet. Sorry, but he likes your cluelessness; the way you have no idea that he’s lowering his head in between your thighs until he starts to suddenly suck on your clit, and moaning as he does so.
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moonit3 · 5 months
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A LOYAL BUTLER
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➥ warnings/notices: yandere, nsfw, smut, mentioned deaths, mentioned masturbation, obsession, afab! reader, forbidden love (?), fingering, cunnilings, overstimulating, forbidden relationship.
➥ yandere! butler x mistress! reader
➥ synopsis: with all men dead, you are the currently head of the family and by your side stand your loyal butler who helps you with a small problem.
➥ a/n: request by @taeee0902. based on a small chat we had a few weeks ago. I really love their idea of having a butler as a yandere for a mistress who can’t catch a break from work, so she uses her beloved servant as a stress relief. this one is a little short since I got a some projects from college I need to do. SECOND PART HERE, GUYS!
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➥ unlike the rest of the noble houses of the empire, the barony is lead by a woman, you. since your father, brothers and uncles death, you have become the head of the family in the middle of the night with the approval of the last member of the royal family, the empress. meaning that none could take over your place if they marry you, making you the only person able to rule over the barony along with the help of elliot, your personal butler.
➥ he has been on your side since the early days. a little bit older than you by a couple of years, elliot has been your butler and best friend for a long time, someone who you can trust with your secrets and to help around work when you are stressed out. his gloved hands caressing your hair when you can barely stay awake from working hours and hour without a break or when elliot lays you down the couch of the office to give you a nice and deserved rest.
➥ it a routine that you are still getting used to it. always working without taking a single break (how father managed to do that?), talking and talking with people who are boring (almost falling asleep during meetings) and your less favorite, being so lonely. being the head of the house means that you have no time to spend one with the family, at least with those who still alive, and they live so far away from the barony that makes you feel so alone most of the time…but you have elliot at your side, don’t you? he won’t leave anytime soon, he promised that.
➥ most of the days is about you and elliot working together to fill the paperwork before night, it’s not easy as you expected, but its satisfying seeing how your hardwork later when the money arrives. and of course, you buy a few gifts for elliot to thank him for his help.
➥ sometimes are cufflinks that are made with the finest gems of the empire to match his eyes (that are only for you, my dear), expensive clothing that make many mistake him for a nobleman (he wishes to be the one to marry you) and a glass to help with his poor eyesight (he didn’t imagine that you could even more gorgeous). you are perfect, none can be compared to you and those who even try to stand up at the same height as your should suffer.
➥ and when you stop working for the day, elliot makes sure to take care of you. massaging your shoulder after you finally get a time to rest, preparing the soft and tasty food to make up to your hard work and helping you taking off your dresses. his hand unbuttoning the back of vests, to reveal your collarbone (the one that he dreams to place many marks on it) and your lingerie.
➥ he only could imagine how beautiful you are behind those piece of clothing, the water of the bathtub made difficult to see you nudity as he washes you hair with the finest shampoo and hearing you humming a melody from an old fairy tale. elliot feels like he is the happiest man on earth by touching your body in a intimate way, but he wishes to be more close with you and feel your body under his. is this too much to ask for?
➥ once the bath is done for good, elliot helps you put some lightly vests to cover you from the cold night and then guide you to the office, after all, you still need to work with some paperwork, where he stays right by your side for a couple of minutes before his time to leave. he was ready to leave for the night, but you call his name from the desk and asked him to come closer.
➥ is there something you need from me, [name]? he has the right to call by first name when alone. elliot hoped to be a simple request, such a glass of water, but you surprised him. you asked him, your personal butler, to have a sexual relationship with him. a casual thing, you told him that you need to let the stress out somehow.
➥ elliot’s mind told him to refuse the request, it’s not right to a noble woman and her butler to be in an intimate relationship, it’s forbidden! but his heart told him otherwise, saying it’s his only chance to be closer to you as he always dreamed of and that he could stop touching himself while thinking of you at night…he accepted your offer.
➥ the following day went smoothly to the servants of the household, after all, you looked so much better after days and days of stressing over working! but where is elliot? the butler was supposed to be serving you all the time, but no one can find him anywhere…maybe if they look under your desk they would find him.
➥ his fingers is hitting places you couldn’t never. teasing and touching every inch of your spongy walls, making you almost unable to hold back the moans that are desperate trying to get out. elliot has zero experience in touching a woman, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a faster leaner, managing to find the best areas of your inside to result in your body squirt under his touch. letting your fluids hit his lips and glasses, making him feel so powerful for being the responsible one to do it.
➥ eyes rolling back and trembling your whole body when elliot goes further with his tongue inside you. tasting how sweet and admiring how wet you can get by a merely teasing of his part, have you dream of this? how long have you been waiting for this to happen? he is going to ask it later, but now, he will be the responsible one to make you come by his tongue alone, elliot wants to drink til the last drop.
➥ his pleasure is ignored, completely obsessing over yours. elliot has his main goal to make you come by him and to hear the sweet sounds coming out of your lips, he adores it so much! it’s seem like time stops when you orgasm over and over til you can’t talk nor move your legs…and he isn’t stopping.
➥ elliot…t-too much, please stop. he doesn’t hear your words, his tongue continues to move inside and fingers are holding your thighs away to give him a better view of your pretty pussy, admiring it once again, then he continues with his work to make you feel good, unaware that you’ve reach your limit.
➥ luckily, you managed to push him away and elliot finally notice of your currently state. if someone say you right now, they won’t believe that you are noble lady, not with a commoner between your legs, with an expression from those erotic novels that many read in secret. it would be a such problem if anyone catch him this way.
➥ I-I’m exhausted… you are tired, of course you are, who wouldn’t be after a series of orgasm? but not elliot. he stares at you with his eyes begging for more, not even caring about his pants being ruined by his cum. tonight he is going to focus on you alone. you w-want more? he nodded, already teasing your clit again and whispering how much he loves you, his finger tapping your skin and fluids. well, since you asked it so nicely, elliot. you can continue it as long im working, okay?
➥ the smile on his face only grew before he went back to his place between your thighs, already feeling like he is the luckiest man in earth.
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cheesecakethots · 6 months
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geto having a cute little non-sorcerer wife that he swears he hates.
he only marries you for your father’s riches, and so when you arrive on his doorstep he leaves the maids to tell you where you’ll be staying; the room furthest from his own.
you’ve been instructed not to so much as look at him, but he finds that he hardly sees you, anyway. you’re more like a ghost that haunts the manor than his wife.
most of the time he’ll happen to pass you sat alone in the garden, dressed in pretty kimonos that have most definitely been suited to his tastes. he hardly speaks to you, the only time he has was when the two of you had accidentally bumped into each other when turning a corner.
“watch it, monkey,” he had hissed, before continuing on with his day. he later found himself thinking on the nervous expression and faint embarrassed blush that had adorned your face. he had been tempted to smash his head against the wall to rid himself of the memory, as it plagued him the entire evening.
your father starts visiting and he has the basic decency to at least pretend as though he loves you. it results in awkward proximity and unloving kisses to your forehead, at least until your father leaves.
for some time, geto’s not entirely sure as to why you play along. you could go to your father and ask to leave this loveless marriage, could you not? then it dawns on him; your father doesn’t care, and you already know that. geto doesn’t like how a tiny part of his chest aches when he thinks too hard about that fact.
it’s not as though he leaves you locked up in some basement, withering away. you’re allowed to explore most of the manor, most of your needs can be met by asking the maids and very rarely he will permit you to visit the nearby town marketplace with some guards.
he starts seeing you more. he’ll sometimes find himself out in the garden, pretending that he has any business outside other than to keep an eye on you. he’ll never admit it, but it can sometimes calm him down, just watching you go about your day. to him it’s like watching a pet trot about, not realising their owner is watching with keen eyes. you’re still just a useless monkey, of course.
one day he discovers you crying in the garden you love so much. he’s never seen you cry before, hell, he’s hardly seen any emotions on you.
“what happened?” he finds himself asking before he can stop. you jump in your seat, not having expected him to be beside you.
“nothing, really,” you say, your voice still shaky and your hand wiping away at drying tears, “i’m sorry to have bothered you.”
he frowns, his patience quickly wearing thin. “tell me, now. what happened?”
you sigh, and some part of him can’t help but note how pretty your eyes look, despite the redness around them. he pushes the thought out before it can properly settle.
“my father sent me a letter,” you confess. “he’s… not happy with me.”
he steps closer to you. “why?”
you hesitate, your mouth opening and closing, but the expression he wears has you telling the truth.
“he wishes that i was pregnant with your child. i have told him that i am not, and never will be, and he… well, he’s not happy.”
suguru raises an eyebrow. “never will be… ?”
you blush, looking to the floor. “i know that you hate me. it may be easier for you to have a child with another.”
he scoffs.
“i don’t-“ geto pauses himself. “do you really think i’m the type of man to have a bastard with some whore?”
“w-well, no, but-“
“do you wish to stay married to me?”
you gulp. “no. i don’t.”
he pauses for a moment, seemingly considering something.
“if you give me a child, i’ll allow you to leave. you’ll still be married to me in name, but you won’t have to stay here, and you won’t be tethered to your father.”
your jaw drops for a moment, and then you collect yourself. “will i be able to see the child after i give birth?”
“sometimes,” he tells you. in reality, he doubt he’d ever let you near them, but you don’t need to know that.
“… okay.”
he finds it harder to convince himself that he hates everything about you when he has you beneath him, your ankles on his broad shoulders and your hands pressing against his back. he can’t help but fuck you even faster when hearing you whine and mewl. he wants to lick the expression you have off of your face, but refuses to indulge in the idea.
“su-su-suguru!” you cry. he stills inside you for just a moment. it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say his name. he was beginning to think you had forgotten it.
he grabs onto your wrists with one hand, pressing them above your head and manhandling you into another position, one in which he can somehow go even deeper than before.
he chuckles, low and raspy, “stupid fucking monkey…”
he’s starting to wonder if maybe he needs two kids. maybe four? hm. maybe you do have your usefulness. maybe he shouldn’t let you go, after all.
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dreamofjoys · 7 months
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— 𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝙂𝙂𝙎
Synopsis: Neuvillette has finally decided to lay his eggs in your womb
C/W: Oviposition, egg laying(5), afab, established relationship, a little bit of domestic moments, double d's cause why not, double penetration, mention of pain, belly bulging, cockwarming
A/N: Dragon people are into oviposition... i just know...
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NEUVILLETTE was gentle when he spread your sticky thighs apart, allowing his shaft to easily re-enter your sex again due to the lubrication of your fluids. He had spent hours stretching your hole out with his fingers and cocks, resulting to you constantly cumming and making a mess all over him.
The hydro dragon doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he pushes your back to the bed, positioning you in a missionary position while he fucks you with both of his dicks. "Sh-shit agh Neuvi, fe-feels so good!" Your eyes rolled to the back when his dicks hits onto your cervix with dead accuracy, his balls slapping onto your folds providing extra stimulation, making you cum once again.
Your husband eyes on your fluttering pussy hole before slowly pulling out, to test if there is any friction. His face turns into a deep shade of red when the erotic sound of sqwueesh happens. Your walls suddenly clamp down on him, seemingly not wanting him to leave your sex. "Love, I think you are ready." Neuvillette comments, looking back at you who seems to be babbling incoherant nonsense, too fucked out and disorientated to register what was going on.
Neuvillette re-positions you again. Your back was pressed onto his front, your legs spread wide with his own as he slots both of himself back in ease, sighing when your walls start fluttering around him again. You moaned in delight when your pussy feels full again, throwing your head back onto your husband's shoulders, hazy eyes looking up at him.
"Will it hurt when you push the eggs in?" So you still remember the agenda of today's sex. " A little, but I will make it fast. Just 5 eggs, tell me if it's too much."
"Hehe, if my husband wants me to take in more than that, I will gladly do so!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Neuvillete leans down to give you a peck on the cheek, his silver hair falls down at his action, tickling your naked body. "There is a limit to your mortal body. I won't hurt you just for my own primal desires." "But you just said that it will hurt a little when the eggs enter me though?"
"I want to start a family with you." He rest his forehead on yours, ocean blue eyes staring down at you. "If you want to back out now, I am also okay with it. I would never want to do something that you are not comfortable with." Your heart skip a beat at his words. This was the very man that you have married to. A kind and gentle soul that was willing to deny his own happiness just for yours.
"Is okay, I told you before that I wanted this. So please, do as you wish, make both of us parents." Upon hearing your words, all the blood in Neuvillette's body seems to have rushed to both of his cocks. His pale lips came crashing down on yours, hungrily devouring you. You gasped when he pinches on your harden nipple, his tongue taking this golden opportunity to slip inside your mouth, exploring every inch of it.
Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt the tip of his cock enlarging, your walls expanding to accommodate the size as something big and round slips into your womb. It seems like one of his cock was responsible for pushing the egg in while the other was just there to keep you nicely stretched. You pulled away from Neuvillette, a string of saliva attached to both of your lips, whimpering when you felt another egg entering your womb.
This whole process was testing the limits of your vagina. You start tearing up at the constant stretching of your walls, instinctively wanting to close your legs but a hand was immediately placed at the back of your thighs, stopping you from doing it.
"It will hurt more if you close your legs." Neuvillette whispers into your ear, his other hand snacking down to toy with your clit, trying to divert attention away from the pain. Your tear stained face breaks Neuvillette's heart, but he could only whisper sweet little nothings to you, telling you that he is so lucky so marry someone as beautiful as you, praising you for being able to take both of his cocks so well. You gripped onto his hand that was toying on your clit, body shaking when you felt the last egg being pushed into your womb, settling itself in it like it was meant to be there.
You look down to see a big bulge on your belly. The eggs were finally nestled inside your womb, safe from the outside. "Mhmmm... is it over?" You rub your eyes sleepily, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"Yes it is, love." Neuvillette's hand had switched to rubbing your folds up and down. He hums an old lullaby, the vibration of his chest lulls your tired state into sleep. Your husband position himself to lean onto the headboard while you sleep in his arms. His dicks were still inside you, not wanting to pull out as he did not want the eggs to slip out - or it could be just an excuse to do cockwarming.
His hand rubs your belly, feeling satisfied at his eggs being laid inside your womb.
Neuvillette thinks hard about what he can do to relieve you of your pain when you have to lay the eggs next time, especially since it's going to grow in size inside your belly.
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zarameraki · 1 month
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♡🍼₊˚・₊✧ 𝘁𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸 ₊˚・🍼₊✧
: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 mdni 𖥔 toji loves boobs
: ̗̀➛ words: 982
: ̗̀➛ notes: this was requested by anon and i did post it through the ask but I wanted to post it separately hehe. ok enjoy
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Toji had an outlandish kink. 
It developed shortly after you’d given birth. You didn’t understand why he’d stare at you as you breastfeed your child. Well, he mostly stared at your breasts in his classic Toji style. 
“What?” you bit out as he continuously watched you from the kitchen. You helped your baby latch onto your nipple and stared at your husband with a defiant look. “Oh, for God’s sake, Toji. Spit it out.” 
“I want a taste.” 
“Taste of what?” 
“What that little brat is drinking.” 
Your brows hit the roof of your hairline at his bizarre request. He couldn’t be—Wow, your husband had truly outdone himself in his kinks game. “Yeah, no fucking way. This milk is strictly for our child. If you’re so eager, open the fridge and pour yourself a cup. I’m pretty sure we’ve got cookies, too. But the oatmeal ones are mine—”
“I don’t give a fuck, doll. I wanna know what your milk tastes like.”
“Toji, are you out of your fucking mind? I’m not—You’re a grown ass man. I’m not going to, I don’t know, breastfeed you.” 
“I’m not asking you to breastfeed me. I only want a little taste. I’m fucking curious, sue me.” 
You scoffed, giving a small rock to your baby as he gargled and took small breaths in between the feeding. “Toji, I love you, and I love your abnormal requests during sex, but I’m not letting you taste my milk.” 
Toji stared at you with a frown. A puppy-dog frown that melted your heart and added cracks in your defenses. He lowered his eyes and resumed washing the dishes. “I only wanted a small taste,” he mumbled in the most adorable manner. 
Growling from your throat, you folded at his request. “Fine.” 
“Really?” 
“Just—Just give me a minute.” 
Toji abandoned the dishes and quickly sat next to you, ogling your breast. “What if he drinks you dry?” 
“What if you drink me dry?” 
“I don’t mind sharing. He’s my son, too.”  
You rolled your eyes and smiled down at your baby. After a few minutes of drinking, he unlatched his mouth and you handed him off to Toji to burp him. “Wait here. I’ll go use the suction pump—”
“Fuck no. I wanna drink it straight from the source.” 
You took in a deep, aggravated breath. “Fine, you dick. Put him to sleep and meet me back here.”
A tiny part of you was intrigued by Toji’s kink, but another was scared that he would drink you dry. The man was downright obsessed with breasts since the first night you slept together. During your pregnancy, he’d lay you back on his chest and massage them with scented oils, commenting how heavy they’d gotten. It was only a matter of time his curiosity regarding your chest would grow. 
You unhooked your nursing bra and placed it aside, laying down on the couch with a groan. Toji entered minutes later and immediately covered your body with his looming figure, giving you kisses across your face for being such a kind wife. “Whatever. Hurry up so I can eat something.” 
“I’ll cook,” he said, trailing kisses down to your neck and chest. “l’m gonna finger you, too, baby.” 
You rolled your eyes with a smile. 
Toji smiled and pushed his hands down your panties, parting your folds slowly growing wetter and wetter from his heated presence. He sought out your clit like the expert he was and rubbed it with gentle circles. Your lips parted with small, soft sounding sighs, fingers running through your hair and staying there. “That feels good, doll?” 
“Mm-hmm.” 
“Yeah?” Toji pushed his middle and ring finger into your entrance. He began stimulating you with his quick thrusts. Your heels scraped up the couch’s surface, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. 
Toji ran his coarse tongue over your right nipple. You glanced down at him and scoffed from his cheeky wink. He kissed the sensitive bud, then locked his mouth on it, pulling it in. You wrapped a leg around the back of his thighs, and your hands cupped the back of his head as he suckled on your nipple. He moaned and took laboured breaths from his nose, and when you glanced down, you found trickles of white liquid at the corner of his lips. 
“Toji, save some—”
He switched to your left nipple, leaving his fingers static inside your walls. He was too drunk on the taste of your breast milk to care about anything else. Your back arched from the sensation of him teething your nipple to produce more milk. Toji took his fingers out of your pussy and massaged your right breast. 
“Toji, that’s enough,” you breathed, using his hair to pull him away. Thankfully, he compiled and released your nipple with a pop sound, licking around his mouth to taste the last bits of your milk. “How was it?” 
Toji had to close his eyes and reel in a deep breath. “I’m gonna drink from these tits every night until they stop producing milk.” He gathered your breasts in both large palms and kissed the tips. “Gonna put a baby in you again so I don’t die of thirst.” 
You chuckled in disbelief and smacked his back. He stared lovingly at you and kissed your lips. You tasted nothing, really. “Mmm. You know, if you make me a big dinner afterwards, I’ll have more milk for our baby when he wakes up.” 
He narrowed his eyes. 
“What I’m saying is, you big buffoon, that whatever is left over now, is yours—ah!” 
You clutched to the back of his hair as he started drinking again, pulling up to sit on his lap. His strong arms stayed wrapped around your waist, mouth glued to your sore, puffy nipple. 
Sighing, you smiled and kissed the top of his head. “You’re a kinky idiot, Toji Zenin.” 
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yanderestarangel · 2 days
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HEADCANONS JKK | STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO
TW: ftm reader, praise, degradation, oc nanami (I think), manipulation, step!incest, sub!reader, dom!nanami, recorded!sex, threats, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, forced feminization, use of lingerie, degradation, dark!smut, breeding, creampie, daddykink.
smut confectionery event ┆ SUNDAE ┆ forced feminization, record sex, headcanons. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "stepfather + stepson" ୧⊹ ⁺˖
˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪
𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3
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♡ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who started dating your mother because it was convenient for him to have company, he didn't really love her, but he was already forty years old and needed meaning in life. But he didn't expect that he would meet the new obsession of his life in an unconventional way... You, the son of his future wife.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who was astonished by your beauty and beauty, he asked your mother everything about you ─ what college you went to, what you liked or didn't like and even more intrusive details, in this case if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Your mother answered some questions and he diverted her focus by saying "They were questions to try to be a good enough stepfather." You on the other hand didn't like his intrusion into your life and home... He noticed that and soon thought of a way to try to turn things around in his favor.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who knew you didn't like the idea, initially your instinct said internally that there was something wrong there, but you couldn't get in the way of your mother's happiness, and he would use everything to his advantage. He started complaining to your mother that you didn't accept him as a father figure, making your mother give you an hour-long lecture talking about how his co-worker and now boyfriend was good to you and tried to be your father even if you didn't let him. Kento smirked when he saw your angry face, he knew that now you would have to let your guard down with him and finally he could act according to his initial plan.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who deliberately goes shirtless and has sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips every morning in the kitchen. He smiles at you while the blonde hair falls on his face and the purple circles under his eyes and the woody perfume that leaves his skin, a happy path of hair would shyly follow to his crotch, giving an extra touch to his muscular appearance, especially the thick veins that they continued from his arms to his biceps. He would smirk at you as he would ask you if you slept well and if you were hungry ─ he would still see the reluctance in your eyes and would approach you, kissing the back of your hand lightly. "I'm not your enemy pretty boy... I just want to be the best for you, you know that right?" The blonde man's voice was husky and seductive, like a balm, as if he was bringing you into a tempting trap.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who makes you feel sorry for him, manipulating you, saying that your mother didn't pay as much attention to him as she did at the beginning of the relationship and how he needed to work extra hard to make up for your household bills, saying that you were the only person who still paid for him staying in that house and putting up with your mother... ( Which was a lie, Nanami did everything he lied that your mother did, he ignored her and preferred to spend his money to buy you gifts or even buy you a car go to your college. ) he would look at you with his brown eyes eyes and place a hand on your thigh. "You'll never leave my side... Right my dear son?"
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who gradually manipulates you into staying on his side every time your mother fights with him. Saying that you can't sleep in his room because she doesn't want him there and asking if he can sleep on the floor in your room ── mentally he will be praying for you to accept that he stays in the room and offer your bed to him. If you do the second option, the blonde's heartbeat will accelerate to the point where you can hear the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't sleep that night, controlling himself as much as possible not to touch you and make you his even in your sleepy state. Nonetheless Kento couldn't, he wanted you to want him equally as he wanted you.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who encouraged your mother to accept the company promotion and go traveling with her bosses for days to be alone with you. He calculated exactly when she was going to leave and called the company to say that he was sick and couldn't make it, returning home to be with his sweet stepson and finally putting his final plan into practice. Make you his little toy.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who waits for you to arrive from your appointment while happily cooking a meal for you; He saw you notice his effort and place an innocent kiss on his face. As he resumed preparing the dinner, his fingers trembled slightly over the stove. He couldn't help but think about how your kiss felt on his cheek, the warmth and tenderness that radiated through him. His mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining the future they could have together. He didn't just want to be your father figure, but your lover, to adore every inch of your body just for him.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who listened intently to you and your day out at college, with his eyes always trying to find yours. "That's wonderful, darling," he praised, his voice velvety smooth. "You truly are such a good boy, always taking your responsibilities seriously." He came closer, running his thumb over your lower lip and feeling like it was the perfect opportunity ─ Then Nanami couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath the table. His tongue probed your mouth eagerly, tasting the sweet essence of your youth. "I want you so badly, lad." he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
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♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who soon made you submit to him with dominance and words of affection, bending you over the table and sticking his thick, veiny hand into your underwear ─ finding your clit easily and applying the necessary pressure to make you moan and whimper beautifully. "Such a good boy, submitting to your stepfather," Nanami purred, his fingers expertly stroking your clit through the fabric of your underpants. He savored the way you responded to him, your moans filling the room like music to his ears. He slipped his finger into your damp entrance, coating it with your arousal before pulling away. "Is that what you want, my prince? To be touched by me? To be owned by me?" He asked, his voice husky with lust. "Tell me, and I promise to give you everything your heart desires." With a satisfied hum, he stood up abruptly, all traces of gentleness gone. Kento had finally trapped you in his trap, and you fell like a needy bunny.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to wear expensive lingerie that he bought for you. The silk and lace fabric was short and hugged your curves, practically not even covering your breasts ─ your cunt wet your panties while you saw your stepfather's hands wander to your cell phone and press the record button, starting the perverse and forbidden little show of you two. "You're so eager for me, aren't you, my pretty little boy... You're such a slut for me." He circled around you, the camera capturing every angle of your shapely body adorned in the delicate lingerie. His fingers trailed along the lace, teasingly grazing your sensitive skin. "Spread your legs wider, boy," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see that wet pussy of yours, ready and waiting for me."
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who saw you obediently followed his instructions, your arousal evident through the soaked fabric of your panties, Nanami couldn't resist a chuckle. "Look at you, my dumb, pretty boy..." He mocked as he pinched one of your nipples behind the thin silk fabric of your bra, making you moan like you were in heat. "Now, keep being a good boy and suck daddy's cock, can you do it right?"
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to suck his cock, pulling your hair while you felt the tip of his dick massage your soft cheeks. His camera clicked steadily, capturing your submission, sealing your fate as his willing pawn. Though he had no intention of betraying you, the threat hung heavy in the air, a tool to keep you obedient and submissive. "You know what happens if you disobey, don't you?" He warned softly, thrusting into your mouth rhythmically. "Your mother will see exactly what her little boy has become." Nanami threatened between moans, as he took his dick out of your oral cavity and slammed the hard shaft into your warm and wet tongue.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who dragged your panties to the side and rubbed the hot tip of his fat cock across your swollen clit, seeing the quivering mess you were. Slowly, methodically, he began to pump into you, your moans filling the room like a symphony of surrender. Each thrust drove him further into your core, claiming you as his own possession. "Such a good boy, taking it like a whore for his stepfather.... Beg for more, prince," He commanded, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Beg for my release, for the chance to carry my child, You want daddy to make you daddy too, don't you? You're going to be a beautiful father baby boy...Carrying my children around like the beautiful man you are." His fingers would find your clit, rubbing it in firm circles, intensifying your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, filling the room without caring if the neighbors would hear or not. "That's it, my sweet boy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing so well, taking me so obediently."
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who fills you to the brim with his hot, thick seed, the tip of his cock rhythmically hitting your sweet spot even as you tremble and feel completely filled by him. He takes his cock out of your sensitive hole while sticking three fingers inside, He would soon look into your eyes and smile. "You're going to be a daddy's boy and save all my seed right?" With a quick pat on your head, he turned off the camera and pocketed his phone. "Good boy," he muttered, already planning the next encounter. "Don't disappoint me." Though the threat still loomed, it was clear that Nanami found satisfaction in his domination. After all, what better way to ensnare someone than through their deepest desires? And you, dear boy, were caught in his web.
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𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 🍰
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starry-eyedblog · 3 months
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(comes up to the mic and taps it)
john price is a hatefuck enjoyer *
(steps away from mic and disappears into the shadows)
* actually enjoys arguing on the dl because he knows how to segue it into a hatefuck sesh and of course, the lazy, postcoital make up sex afterwards WOOPS!
omg yes anon, thank you for coming out of the shadows with this beautiful idea. i hope i did it justice <33
warnings/tags: john price x reader, 18+ smut, hatefucking, rough sex, makeup sex
i can just imagine how gleeful he feels when in an argument, watching the anger building in your eyes. he loves watching your arms fly all over the place to try get your point across, so caught up in your anger with him that you don't notice the way he stalks over.
and then before you know it, he's shoving you down onto his desk with his lips pressed against yours. a surprised muffled gasp leaves you, eyes wide and body squirming in his grip. once he pulls away from your lips, you smack his chest. "what the fuck do you think you're doing? you think getting into my underwear means i'll forgive you?"
he'll laugh, smirking down at you. "not askin' for you to forgive me right now, look too hot all worked up. c'mon, keep yellin' at me - gets me hard."
you let out an almost disgusted sound at his confession but you can't hide the way your underwear grows slick and damp. queue to the both of you going at it like fucking bunnies over his desk, still yelling and hissing at one another about whatever the argument was about.
it's messy and fierce, john setting a bruising pace that has you gripping at the wood, nails scratching the varnish off. and as the rough fucking continues, the both of you are unable to keep up the shouts and insults, too lost in how good the other feels.
once the both of you have came, panting heavily - john will apologise, pressing a kiss to your head while pulling out slowly.
oh but the lazy postcoital make up sex? it leaves you in tears. it's so soft and slow, barely puling away from the others lips and when you do, it's to murmur sweet praises and apologies.
he moves you over to the big worn out leather couch in his office, spooning you from behind with both strong arms wrapped securely around you. his hips lazily bucking into you and grinding in, taking his time. you'll hold one of his hands, intertwining and locking your fingers together, wishing to be even closer somehow.
and he'll make you cum before him, just as an extra apology for riling you up earlier. will he do it again though? oh absolutely, you're just too hot when you're yelling at him.
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blkkizzat · 2 months
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WFH!Nanami
Work From Home Nanami = best house husband
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a/n: lol this is nanami brainrot while I wait for my Toji fic to get beta'd so I know how dog it is. ETA: FYI, this is a semi-repost of a self-ship collab with a now deactivated account. I repurposed my selfship part to reader and expanded to WFH. cw: smut (pussy pounding, gagging on CAWK) fluff, nanami being the perf husband and male specimen per usual wc: 1.6k
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WFH!Nanami doesn’t have to worry about waking up early to go into the office but he still rises with the sun to get his day started and do his favorite thing, which is to spoil you. Waking you up with gentle kisses, placing a hot espresso by the bedside and being your personal snooze button when you tell him 5 more minutes (he is so punctual it will be 5 mins on the dot). 
You will still likely end up strolling into the office late regardless though because knowing you, you can’t start your day until you’re squirting all over daddy. But this is Nanami, he is nothing if not efficient so your early morning romp is definitely in the shower where he can clean you up after in order to get you out of the door sooner, your breakfast is already packed to-go. 
WFH!Nanami love language is acts of service. You never stress about what to do for lunch either because there’s always a Michelin star worthy bento waiting for you next to your keys before you leave for the day. 
In fact, what Nanami doesn’t know is that his bento is famous not only around your office, as your envious coworkers gather round to see what your perfect husband has prepared for you today, but also on TikTok. The ‘KentosBentos’ TikTok account you made has over 350K followers who not only watch for the mouth watering yet nutritious bentos but to also hear you gush over the cute little notes your hubby leaves for you. 
Your top video has over 2.5 million likes and thousands of swooning women in the comments when WFH!Nanami made you an extra special lobster bento for your birthday and left you the note: ‘In all the world there is no love for me if I don’t have yours. Happy Birthday to my lovely wife, whose smile shines bigger and all the more brighter than the sun, moon and stars.’ 
Continuing with acts of service WFH!Nanami always has an equally delicious dinner ready for you when you get home. On days you work overtime and arrive home late, there's always a warm bubble bath waiting for you first. You love to rest with your back laid against Nanami’s utterly ripped torso in the tub while his thick arms envelope you. Relaxing into the safety of WFH!Nanami’s hold, your doting hubby kisses your temple and gives your keyboard fatigued hands a delicate massage. Nanami is nothing but a patient yet active listener while you recount your stressful day at work.
On days when you both get the opportunity to work from home you email WFH!Nanami a meeting invite to block off his calendar for 30 min during lunch. The invite is always titled ‘Ken and Barbie’s Lunch Meeting’. The location? ‘Pound Town’ The time? Noon, sharp!
Of course WFH!Nanami never actually schedules it on his work calendar lest his boss sees the meeting. (Gojo would never let him hear the end of it). As a result, since he never actually has the time officially blocked off, on some rare occasions he does actually get booked for a real lunch meeting at Noon that he cannot reschedule. 
Meeting or no meeting though you are determined to keep your lunchtime dick appointment with WFH!Nanami. A noon dicking is a noon dicking and it’s a non-negotiable for you as you don’t often get to stay home from work! 
WFH!Nanami is focused and poised during his camera-on meetings with his team. Therefore he doesn’t hear you open his office door. Nor does he see you as you drop to the floor with feline grace, hips swaying seductively as you crawl right under his desk. In fact, Nanami does not notice you at all until your soft hands grip his thick powerful thighs and you’re sliding your body up between his legs. Never faltering on-camera, WFH!Nanami’s stiffened jaw and tensed shoulders are the only tell-signs of you palming his rapidly hardening cock under the desk.
WFH!Nanami who tests the absolute limits of the stress ball he keeps handy (usually for tough negotiations) when he feels you press your hot mouth on the fabric covering his dick. You know your stoic husband won't ever outwardly falter when on the clock but you know inside he is a mess. That much is clear to you by the girth bulge straining against his tan fitted slacks.  
WFH!Nanami who knows you are upset about him working through your ‘lunch meeting’, but wishes you wouldn’t torture him like this while he’s on the clock. He can tell you are enjoying yourself though as your sinful little tongue drags tiny kitten licks over the hard bulge in his pants. Soon though you are pawing at his zipper and pulling his girthy cock free through the hole, not even bothering to undo his belt. Taking him fully into your mouth, WFH!Nanami bites his inner cheek, when his boss Gojo makes a comment on how he looks more tense than usual when he should be thrilled after closing the biggest deal of the year. 
WFH!Nanami who takes a long moment to deeply clear his throat before he calmly relays to Gojo that he is very pleased with the win but already thinking of the next big acquisition for their company. Yet Nanami’s voice hitches ever so slightly when your pink stiletto nails dig into his muscular thighs. It fools the rest of the team but Gojo merely raises a brow before cheerily moving on to the next subject. 
WFH!Nanami spares a look downward at you once the work conversation has shifted to see you gazing up at his mouth full of his cock. You wear an angelic look as if he can’t tell the hand that left his thigh and is now slotted between your own isn’t furiously rubbing at your clit. He knows you are pleased at finally drawing a reaction, even a small one, from him while on the clock.
WFH!Nanami whose eyes twitch when he’s closing the call he sees his boss Gojo’s knowing smile and hears the start of the question, “So Nanamin… is Y/N, working from home to–”
WFH!Nanami doesn’t stay to hear the end of the question, quickly exiting the call and ignoring the message pings full of raunchy emojis he receives from Gojo. 
WFH!Nanamiwho is still seated grabs you by your hair and ruthlessly face fucks you as soon as his camera turns off. He forces you swallow all eight and a half inches of him as you gag and slobber around his girth. Your jaw begins to ache but your eyes still roll back into your head with pleasure and you go limp in his grasp. You are willingly allowing your loving husband to turn your throat into his personal cocksleeve as you rub your cunt up against his leg, so close to cumming from the chafing of his slacks against your cunt.
Frustrated and annoyed it isn’t long before WFH!Nanami cums himself. His leg you are riding jerks up into you giving you the extra push you need as you moan around his cock and cream on his leg leaving a wet spot. WFH!Nanami has you choking down his thick seed. His cum and your drool dribble down the sides of your face when he finally slides out of the warm cavern of your throat cunny, leaving you panting as you try to catch your breath.
WFH!Nanami wordlessly wipes your face with the tissues he keeps on his desk and promptly ushers you out of this office, locking the door behind you. You aren’t upset though as you know what's in store for you once his work day is over. The locked door is more to keep him IN, than keep you OUT. Nanami would have to take the rest of the day off if he were to properly discipline you now. You being forced to wait and wonder how long he would take to finish his work was part of the punishment anyway.
You know WFH!Nanami is ready to administer your punishment once he calls you out by your FULL government name “Y/N Nanami!” Tonight is different and there is no dinner nor warm bath for you. Just a tired Nanami, weary of his bosses teasing and ready to take out all his frustrations on his wife’s naughty little cunt. 
Your cunt in question nearly starts voguing in anticipation as heat pools between your legs once you are called into the bedroom. You already know what time it is once you see WFH!Nanami loosen his tie and take off his belt slowly while sternly saying your name once more.
The belt and tie? 
Oh, the belt is used to tie your arms behind you and the tie is now a gag, for having such a filthy cock-loving little mouth he will tell you. It’s not long after that until you are face down, ass up getting pounded into the mattress as WFH!Nanami nearly cracks the headboard with the force he is using to thrust into you. Your cries of “K-Kento!” are muffled into the makeshift gag when a firm slap causes your ass to ripple more aggressively against his pelvis. 
Nanami growls deeply into your ear.
“Welcome to Pound Town, Barbie.”
Any muffled cries for mercy fall on deaf ears as WFH!Nanami is too focused on his retribution for your earlier antics as he continues to wreck your pussy from behind. His heavy balls smack against your clit and your sloppy cunt echos vulgar squelches that bounce off your bedroom walls and erotically ring in your ears. The hand pressing your head further into the pillow beneath you is the same hand Nanami wears his wedding band on. It glimmers brightly even in the dimly lit room.
WFH!Nanami loves seeing his ring and remembering his vows in the moment. 💖
©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or graphics, do not translate.
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a/n: Nanami brainrot overload (i wfh! lord god when is it my turn, bring me a nanami i BEG) and day 18 without adhd meds lol, finally finished something though. Nerd!Geto and The Nursery ft. Toji is soon I promise!
reblog to get your on WFH!Nanami but comments and likes are always appreciated!
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arminsumi · 8 months
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ DILF GOJO
Gojo x fem!reader
Overview; dilf gojo losing his mind over you 🤤
Warnings; 🔞MDNI, SMUT, age gap, infidelity
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Just thinking about Gojo being some hot dad, early or mid-40s – a mature man – crushing on you.
Parading around him in tiny clothes, enticing him until he snaps and begs you to let him lay you down on his sheets and fuck you until your hips ache, until you've got a limp.
"Keep flirting with me like that and I'll take you to the bedroom." he threatened teasingly, but now you really did end up in his bedroom; skirt flipped up and legs spread invitingly for his needy cock.
When he sees how much you want him – a married man, a married man with kids – he feels downright feral. Insane. He's going nuts for you. Losing his mind over you. He fucks you like it, too, his cock rams into deep spots that you had no idea existed.
He loves that he can pull moans out of you so easily. He loves it even more that you're the inexperienced virgin trapped in-between his big strong arms.
You're babbling through hiccoughs about how good he feels and how you're gonna cum so hard. And you do – and he doesn't let up, he keeps thrusting, keeps making it messier and more intense until you feel like you're gonna lose your mind from the pleasure.
"Better make daddy cum in that lil' pussy before my wife gets home." he grunts, feeling his cock twitch and pulsate. He's made you gush so much that you can hear it. It's downright nasty, you would feel embarrassed if you weren't cock-drunk.
Yeah he's got a wife, but he moans louder when your lips engulf his fat cock. He loves seeing you squirm.
He loves it when you hike up your skirt for him so he can squeeze his fat cock in for a quickie in the kitchen. And most of all, he loves that you take all of him and let him cum inside.
He tries to wring himself dry just in time before his wife comes home.
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paperdildos · 10 months
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I want him to use my body for his morning wood when he first wakes up 🤭 it doesn't matter if I'm still asleep, have me wake up full of cum and moaning in my ear how naughty it feels
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kingkonoha · 2 months
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𝐅����𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊!
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♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your first time having sex & becoming friends with benefits with the jjk men — nanami, geto, & gojo.
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — smut, penetration, unprotected, oral, geto is mean, jealousy, masturbation, reader gets walked in on, 69 position, brief spanking, fem reader, reader wears a skirt.
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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
Eating out his old classmate wasn’t something Kento had ever imagined himself doing.
He had grown up with you, a fellow sorcerer whom he met as a first-year eleven years ago. You did everything together back then — fought curses, shared lunches, trained until your bodies ached from exhaustion — so, perhaps, it was only natural that you would both end up sleeping together now.
Nanami had invited you over to his spacious house one starry night. The plan was to go over the tedious details regarding your next mission as first-grade sorcerers, and after a while of sitting at his dining table and discussing battle plans, it was time to take a break.
Expensive wine was poured into two glasses. After a couple of sips — and moving from his dining room to his living room couch, wanting a change of scenery — you smiled at your long-time friend.
“Remember when you used to dress like an emo kid?” Chuckling softly, you sat your glass of wine down on his coffee table.
“Don’t remind me,” Kento smiled a bit, taking a sip of his beverage as he tossed his arm over the back of the couch. “Why’d you bring that up?”
“I was just thinking about how much you’ve changed. You’re all buff and attractive now. It’s impressive.”
Kento’s eyes darted down to your legs. Your skirt had risen more than you had intended, and while Kento was a gentleman who would have pretended not to notice, he wasn’t in the mood to be on his best behavior right now.
Blame the alcohol.
Those brown eyes of his scanned your legs and thighs.
He leaned forward and placed his glass of wine on a nearby coaster.
“So, legs are your weakness, huh?”
Your bold words caught him by surprise.
When he made eye contact with you, you flickered your seductive gaze down to his noticeable bulge.
The stretched cloth of his nice pants had told you just how badly he wanted to leave wet kisses over those gorgeous legs of yours and mark your thighs with hickeys that would peek out from underneath your short skirt.
“I guess they are,” Kento softly bit his lip for a brief second. “I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on our work with this . . . problem of mine.”
“I can fix it, then.”
Despite your words, Kento didn’t wait for you to make the first move. He was a patient man when it came to being put on hold during business calls or waiting in line at the grocery store, but not when it came to fucking you.
Kento lifted you off of the couch, his hands gripping your ass as you giggled a bit, and he took you to his bedroom.
Your old classmate tossed you onto his bed and lowered his head between your thighs.
With his hands, he held your legs open, and his callused fingertips rubbed your soft skin as he kissed your clit through your underwear.
Your little gasp was all the encouragement he needed. Pushing your underwear to the side, Kento sucked and rapidly licked at your delicious clit, moaning softly as he did so.
All he wanted was for you to cum in his mouth. He had to taste it on his tongue and cherish the flavor of you.
And when your juices flooded his mouth, he felt like a fool for waiting this long to taste his best friend.
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
You were angry with him — that’s how the fucking started.
After a frustrating trip to the grocery store, you stepped into your apartment with Suguru following closely behind. He sat down the three bags of groceries on your kitchen island, and shut your front door.
“I can’t believe you, Suguru.” You turned to face him, frowning up at the dark-haired man. “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, alright? You had no right to scare off that guy I was talking to.”
Suguru’s eyes darted down to your pouty lips.
You were right.
He wasn’t your boyfriend.
But he couldn’t stand the sight of that guy making you laugh, and Suguru could tell that the stranger was building up the courage to ask you for your phone number.
So, Suguru approached you. Your best friend calmly cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t a public-friendly kiss, either. It was a steamy one. He moaned softly, swirling his tongue around yours, and he didn’t pull away until the man walked off, stammering out some sort of awkward apology.
You were stunned, to say the least.
After all, the most physical contact that ever occurred between you and Suguru was a brief hug now and then.
But, even so, your best friend managed to dampen your panties, and he could easily tell.
“I’m not about to argue with you,” Suguru replied calmly. He walked away from you and stepped into the kitchen, opening a bag as he started to put your groceries away.
“Don’t just walk away. Your little prank or whatever scared off someone who might have been interested in me. I can’t believe you’d do something like that and think it’s okay,” you paused, as he was completely unbothered until you muttered something under your breath: “You’re such an asshole.”
Suguru instantly froze. He put your butter in the fridge, closed it, and looked at you.
“Come here, Y/N.”
That tone. Your legs were moving as if they had a mind of their own — despite how badly you wanted to ignore him and have an attitude.
Suddenly, Suguru grabbed your waist, turned you around, and leaned you over the kitchen island. When he pressed his hard bulge against your ass, you gasped softly.
Suguru leaned across your back, pressing his lips against your ear.
“Don’t speak to me like that again. I’ll scare off whoever I need to because you’re mine. Think you can tease me with your slutty outfits for years and then find some other guy?”
A small yelp erupted from your throat when Suguru suddenly slapped your ass — and he did it twice.
“Suguru,” you whined pathetically. “Just fuck me already.”
“Nuh-uh, don’t rush me.”
You whined once again, and Suguru grinned.
Slowly, moving at a painfully teasing pace, he unbuckled his belt.
Then, he lifted your skirt.
He massaged your ass.
He ran his fingers over your pussy.
For a while, he did everything except fuck you.
And when he finally gave in — his rock-hard cock becoming much too painful to continue without some sort of relief — he moved your panties to the side and slid into your awaiting hole.
He roughly pushed you over the kitchen island even more until your feet couldn’t touch the ground, knocking over some groceries as he did so.
Thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace, he moaned over the feeling of your tight pussy.
“Suguru!” You shouted, the feeling of his cock stuffing your pussy was starting to drive you crazy.
“Shut up,” Suguru gripped your hips. “I don’t wanna hear anything from you. Just shut up and take my cock.”
It was only a matter of time before you came all over his dick. He continued to fuck your creamy cunt until his own cum shot out of him and poured inside of you, and he moaned your name like it was a sinful prayer.
He pulled out of you slowly. You got off the island and faced him.
“I’m a great friend, aren’t I?” He asked, but giving you no time to respond, he kissed you deeply once again, moaning into your mouth.
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
Satoru Gojo has wanted to fuck you since the moment he first saw you.
For five years straight, he had to pacify his desires by jerking his cock to whatever scenarios his imagination could cook up, but it wasn’t enough. As he came into his fist, he wished that he could cum inside of your tight hole instead.
But, little did he know, you felt the same way.
In fact, you had simply forgotten that your dear friend was coming over to hang out with you one day.
Being as Satoru had his own set of keys to your home, he walked into your apartment without announcing himself.
That was when he heard the soft moans.
He approached your bedroom cautiously, and with your door wide open, you saw him instantly and froze.
Your legs were spread apart with your hand in your panties. And, along with that, he saw your phone screen, which displayed a shirtless photo of him.
You took that picture yourself when you both went to the beach a few months ago.
“Don’t stop on my account, you little pervert,” he teased, unable to fight off the urge to grin.
“I-“
“Ya know,” Satoru interrupted, stepping into your room and getting on your bed. “You’ve been getting off to a picture of me instead of just fucking me in real life, and that kinda ticks me off.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, unable to hide your embarrassment. “This is so . . .”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” Satoru eyed your hand, which was still inside of your underwear. “Why don’t you sit on my face to make it up to me?”
It was a daring request, and your shocked facial expression made Satoru smirk a bit.
He didn’t just want to eat your pussy, he wanted to be smothered by it.
And he was sick of waiting.
When you slowly lowered yourself over his face, your cautiousness frustrating him, he grabbed you and shoved you down onto his mouth.
Instantly, his tongue started to lap at your pussy.
He was already in heaven, close to cumming untouched based on the taste of your pussy and the sound of your moans alone, but when you suddenly leaned over and pulled his cock out of his pants, he had to fight the urge to cum into your mouth right then.
He swirled his tongue around your clit, and you circled yours around his tip.
But you wouldn’t fully take him down your throat just yet. How could you treat a friend that way?
Satoru started to squirm around — wrapping his hands around your thighs so you couldn’t lift yourself off of his face — and he tried to buck his hips and thrust himself into your mouth.
You got the hint, but teasing him was fun.
At least, it was until he stopped licking your clit, and instead started to swirl his tongue around it, purposely missing your sensitive button.
You whined, and finally, you sucked your friend’s big cock properly.
He moaned against your clit before attaching his lips to it and sucking on it, eager to taste you.
As friends, you and Satoru often had unofficial competitions with each other.
It was an unspoken conversation, but you and Satoru knew well that you were both trying to see who could make the other person cum first.
He ate you out more messily, holding on to your ass cheeks as he dragged his tongue across every inch of your sweet pussy.
You started to bop your head faster, massaging your tongue against his veins.
However, you couldn’t fight against the pleasure starting to overwhelm you, and you came first.
He shot his load into your mouth shortly after, but you could feel him grinning in victory as he slurped down your juices.
He didn’t let you off of his face until he was finished cleaning you up.
Defeatedly, you raised yourself off of him.
“You cheated,” you said jokingly.
“I won fair and square, baby.” Satoru looked up at you, and he said, “Since I won, why don’t you be a good friend and ride my cock?”
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