vivianthedweeb

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google humbled us incredibly quickly

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Do you want it, kitten?

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your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^

it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.

you couldn’t remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.

“you’re still up pretty girl?” he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. he’s met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, “i miss you.. i-i want you” you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.

“how d’ya want me..?”

your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. “biiiig stretch honey- ngh!” he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.

“o..oh f-feels so good mmf!” you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as he’s rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. he’s licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. “i’m all the way up in here- hah..d’ya feel it? hmm?” he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.

“y-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!” you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like there’s no tomorrow. he’s bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.

“gonna give it all to you, ‘kay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.” he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.

“m’cumming! f-fuckk .. don’t stop!” you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.

“nngh! so fuckin filthy..” he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. he’s gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.

he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good

a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!

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i’d like to believe that geto suguru is a soft lover.

one that will let you hold his hands while you sit on his dick, rubbing his thumb over yours, telling you how beautiful you look. every thrust is met with kisses, and he continual praise and encouragement to cum all over his dick sends you over the edge.

but i’d also like to believe that he can also be cruel.

holding your ankles up in the air, stretching you open as he plows into you. you’re practically being split in half, his hungry eyes glaring intensely into yours.

“desperate slut,” he’ll say spitting onto your clit, fucking your until you start seeing stars. to make it worse he’ll leave you high and dry a quote-unquote punishment for being such a brat.

the duality of that man.

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gojo treating your injuries :) feeling a little soft but still horny today

cw: blood and injury, sorcerer! reader

wincing as his fingers touch you, gojo sends you a little pout. the cut is deep, deeper than he originally anticipated.

"shit" he mutters under his breath, "don't worry we'll figure it out. just take deep breaths okay." you can't tell if he's reassuring you or himself.

he unwraps the black blind fold off his face, applying pressure to the wound. you can feel heat brush your face as you catch his baby blue eyes watching you carefully.

"hopefully this'll help, shoko'll be able to work her magic once we get back to campus. where's ijichi when you need him." he tries laughing to lighten the mood, but you have a hard time doing the same.

"hurts doesn't it?" he frowns while you nod. if it were anyone else he'd be making fun of them for being weak. but this is you, and a part of him feels guilty for not being able to protect you better.

"i'm sorry, baby," he places a small kiss on your forehead in the mean time, hoping that the bleeding will ease up soon. "next time i promise you won't get even the tinyest little scratch."

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midorima eats u thru ur panties and then stuffs it into his pocket with no small amount of shame

This is a recurring problems and he does replace ur panties secretly to keep up this perversion yes How Do I Know This? I’m Akashi

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when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

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“How many do you think is too many?” Is a too dangerous question to ask a greedy man like Satoru Gojo.

He’d keep you knocked up for as long as you’d allow it, and if you do allow it— for years to come, one after another. I just know he wants a huuuuge family, so many babies, as many as you’ll give him.

Gets to a point where your second daughter who’s no older than two gets confused when you’re not pregnant for once.

She clambers up the couch onto your lap, her tiny hands pawing at your stomach. And then she lifts the hem of your shirt, ducking her small head under, and then out, and then under again. A childlike concern furrows her wispy brows as she looks to you. “Mama, your tummy gone!”

Her innocent fretting warrants a surprised huff of laughter from you, but from across the living room, it cues a scheming, wickedly thrilled look from your husband.

He himself trudges over, lifting his legs high with every step as two of your other children clung to each of his calves like koalas to a tree trunk, squealing joyfully as he hauled them along.

There’s a genuinely bright grin as he lifts your daughter from your lap, the little girl beaming and giggling when he blew raspberries into her cheek.

“D’aww don’t look so frowny, cupcake,” He cooed as he lifted her overhead, sitting the now smiley girl atop his shoulders. All three of your littles were now tugging at some part of him with cheery expressions, whether it be his pants, shirt, or hair as he affirmed, “Mama’s tummy’ll come back.”

Satoru’s eyes shift to you now with a devious and knowing glint, loaded with implications that only you and him are privy to as he slyly adds, “won’t it, Mama?”

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KEEP YOUR HANDS ON ME

husband!nanami x wife!reader

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tw: suggestive, not proofread, nanami can’t keep his hands off, petnames (“my love”, “my wife”)

nanami was good with his hands.

calloused hands trained by years of practice, manipulating weapons, combining agility and strength. his hands could destroy, wreck, bring everything to ruin - but for you, they create, soften, take care.

the roughness of his hands would meet the softness of your skin, the relief of his fingers on your thin skin - making him hum appreciatively, the slowness of his movements overwhelming you.

his hands were also large, much larger than yours, twice your size in fact, wrapping around every part of your flesh with utter care and patience because, yes, nanami was a man of patience, and he intended to make every bit last.

“see how my hands are made for you? see how you fit perfectly, hmm?” his deep voice made his chest grumble, arising goosebumps on your skin, his sharp look reflecting his focused mind.

nanami learnt to be delicate with his fists, his knuckles grazing over the swell of your breasts, his pants already tight. but Nanami was a man of control, and calm, and he would take his sweet time with you.

nanami knew what to do with his hands. always. when to came to you, it was natural. instinctive. his powerful hands could manhandle you, pin you down, and make you bend for him - his eyes captivated by the magnificent arch of your back against the mattress.

precise.

this man was a man of precision. aiming perfectly at his target. one look, and he didn’t have to think - his fingers moving for him, as he would take sight of you, spread for him. he knew where to touch, caress, pinch. alternating between his index and his thumb. gripping with both hands. slapping. the cold metal of his wedding ring shining through the light, trailing along your spine with finesse, his lips following the same path he created before.

“you are truly breathtaking, my love.”

my love.

you thought your heart would explode, your head dizzy and your vision blurred. something utterly tender in his honeyed tone made your core ache with pain, as his hands memorised the map of your body in the marble of his mind, his fingers foxtrotted on your epidermis gracefully to brand every scar, mole, stretch mark, freckle, birthmark into the furrows of his soul.

like a sculptor modelling the clay with an utter precision, kneading the dough between his fingers, awe shining in his hazel irises in front of the muse that made his heart pound deliciously into his ribcage.

veiny forearms that wrapped around your waist, making you switch positions, his digits pressing into the plumpness of your thighs to make it collide with his pelvis, eliciting a weak whimper from you, and a soft chuckle from him.

an work of art, you were his work of art. and Nanami was the artist, holding moonlight in his two hands all night long.

“my wife.”

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thank you so much for all the likes and the reposts!! 🫶🏻

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man who’s eating your pussy so voraciously he’s pulling your ass off the mattress, got your legs hanging off his shoulders

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Thinking about Kento, who would never let you do any kind of heavy work... Be that carrying those parcels, or your luggage when you're going for vacation, even the clay pots in the garden, he would never let you do any of that.

Nanami also does all kinds of fixings of home appliances, if he can't do it himself he will call the customer services, but would never let you worry about that . Also, he does the taxes, all the bills and shit. He knows it makes you anxious.

If you ever ask him to let you do that, or if he ever feels burdened by you, he will stop you midway with a kiss and then look into your eyes, "Do you think your man is that weak to get tired by all this petty work? Don't worry baby, you do so much for me. Let me do this for you."

Then he will lean down and whisper in your ear, "But if you really wanna help, then let my cock fill that pretty pussy tonight, it misses you..yeah baby?"

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i wonder what i thought about before my thoughts were vastly consumed by having sex with fictional characters and falling in love with fictional characters

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You and your husband Nanami Kento went to the beach today. The sun was shining and it was overall a beautiful atmosphere. You sat infront of Kento and stared at him.

„What are staring at, hun?“, he said when he turned his head to you with a light smirk.

You then proceeded to crawl over to him and say „ i love your freckles, ken.“

„Oh yeah?“, he told you while a light blush creeped upon his cheeks.

„I wanna kiss all of them“ you claimed as you slowly kissed all of his freckles. One under his right eye, on his nose tip and one at the corner of his left lip. When you pulled back from giving Nanami Kento little pecks - he suddenly grabbed you by the throat and kissed you passionately.

You pulled back breathing heavily and told him „ i didn’t knew you had freckles on your lips, ken.“

„Well i wasn’t quite sure but you can check again y/n“ he quickly replied while smashing his soft lips on yours again.

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random sugu hcs <3

suguru who insists you both sleep naked- not for sexual reasons (at least not most of the time), but rather because be enjoys the feeling of skin to skin and keeping you warm all night long.

suguru who's favorite place to kiss you is your forehead and finger tips.

suguru who loves buying you new everything; it fills him with a sense of pride knowing every time you two go out that you're wearing a new dress that he bought you, paired with a set of heels that he got you for valentine's day, while you apply lipgloss that he thought was the perfect shade for your lips. it's like he's indirectly marking you.

suguru who, on the topic of marking, loves littering love bites and hickeys all across your collarbones, neck, chest, and thighs. most of them, actually, don't even happen in a sexual setting. he simply gives you little markings whenever he pleases; biting your thighs when he's helping you put on your shoes, sucking the back of your neck when he's hugging you from behind while you work on something, licking at the bruises he just left on your collarbones while you both cuddle on the couch, ect.

suguru who, despite hiding it well, gets jealous easily. he knows that in his past relationships he had some toxic tendencies where he wouldn't let his ex-girlfriends have male friends, and don't get him wrong, he knows that was wrong. but god, he wants to keep you all to himself. but he can't risk scaring you off, and the thought of hurting you kills him, so he'll just watch in envy as you interact with your male friends from afar.

suguru who loves watching you do your makeup or skincare. you just look so cute all focused on making a perfect wing with your eyeliner. he loves watching the whole look come together just as much as he loves seeing you wash it all off. you're just so perfect and beautiful no matter what you're doing .

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ “I DON’T NEED GOOGLE, MY HUSBAND KNOWS EVERYTHING”

You’re sitting on the kitchen counter in an oversized shirt— his shirt. Your legs are swinging idly while you’re scrolling on your phone as he cooks. “Do you think cats can see ghosts?” you asked aloud, eyes squinting at a Reddit thread.

Nanami didn’t even look up from where he stood at the stove. His sleeves are neatly rolled up to his forearms, his tie loose around his neck and his glasses were sliding slightly down his nose. “They can. Their pupils can pick up ultraviolet light, which some believe contributes to sensing energies humans can’t”.

You blinked, taken aback by how he knew the answer to such a useless question like that. “Okay, how do you know that?”

He finally looked over at you with one brow raised. “Because you asked me that last year at 1 a.m. after watching that horror movie. You were scared to go to the bathroom”.

You flushed in embarrassment from the memory, making a face as you tossed a kitchen towel at him. “Shut up, I forgot”.

“You always forget”. He caught the towel effortlessly and set it aside, walking over to you with that steady, unhurried pace that made your stomach flip. “That’s why you don’t need Google, right?”

You smiled, your eyes bright as you looked at him. “Exactly. I don’t need Google. My husband knows everything”.

“Hm,” he murmured, slipping his hands to your hips and standing between your parted legs. “Maybe. I do have a few things memorized by now”.

His lips brushed your temple, his nose dragging down your cheek to the spot just below your ear. You melted instinctively, leaning into the comfort of his touch. “Like how you always get pouty when I win an argument,” he whispered against you, softly kissing your jaw. “Or how you kick your feet when you’re excited”.

You gasped playfully. “That’s not knowledge, that’s slander”.

“And yet…” He lifted your chin with two fingers, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he stared into your eyes. “I know what this means, too”.

He kissed you softly and passionately, like time didn’t exist beyond the press of his lips against yours. You sighed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he deepened it, his tongue teasing yours with lazy confidence as his palm splayed warm and heavy on each side of your thighs.

“I think,” you murmured between kisses, “you just like proving me right”.

He chuckled lowly, voice deep but still soft as always. “Mm. And what am I proving now?”

“That you do know everything,” you breathed in desperation, tugging gently at his loosened tie. “Especially when it comes to me”.

That was all the invitation he needed.

Nanami eased you back, laying you down across the countertop with a careful hand behind your head, kissing down your throat as he nudged the hem of your shirt up past your hips. No panties. Of course. You knew he liked easy access.

“You did this on purpose,” he muttered, dragging his knuckles along the inside of your thigh.

“Because I knew you’d come home early”.

“And what does that say about you?” he asked, smirking.

“That I know you, too”.

He hummed softly, slipping two fingers through your folds and groaning softly at how wet you already were. “Smart girl”.

You whimpered as he teased your clit, lazy circles designed to drive you insane. His lips met yours again, his other hand pressing your wrists gently above your head.

“You always ask the most ridiculous questions,” he muttered, lining up against your wet entrance without warning, which is crazy because you didn’t even notice when he reached into his pants and pulled his cock out till you felt the weight of him pressing against you. It’s so thick and hard and sooo warm that you squirmed. “But when it matters— when your body’s desperate for something real, you don’t need answers”.

He slid into you slowly, making you gasp at his size, your back arching by the stretch and your legs are wrapping tightly around him.

“You just need me”.

You nodded, completely breathless. “Always you”.

Nanami kissed you like a promise like he had all the answers in the world— and you didn’t need a single one of them as long as he was yours.

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you’re swaying slightly in the doorway when nanami opens it, your coat half off your shoulders and your cheeks flushed a little too brightly.

“there you are,” he says gently, stepping forward to catch you just as you start to wobble toward him. “i was about to come get you.”

you blink up at him, eyes wide and a little dazed. then, suddenly, you grin.

“whoa,” you breathe, pressing your hand to his chest. “you’re… wow. you’re really handsome.”

nanami raises an eyebrow. “you’re drunk.”

“yeah,” you admit, nodding sagely. “drunk and lucky, apparently. do you—” you squint at him like you’re trying to see him better. “do you have a girlfriend?”

he lets out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh, and takes off your coat. “no. i have a wife.”

your eyes go comically wide. “you’re married?”

“yes,” he says, amused now, “to you.”

you stare up at him, stunned—and then your face just lights up.

“really? i married you? holy shit. i did so good.”

you throw your arms around his neck without warning, nearly knocking both of you off balance, but he catches you easily, holding you close as you giggle into his shoulder.

“you’re so warm,” you mumble. “and strong. and you smell nice.”

he hums, steadying you with one arm while slipping his shoes off with the other. “come on, sweetheart. let’s get you to bed.”

“bed with my husband,” you say dreamily as he scoops you up. “i have the best husband. i think i’m in love with you.”

he carries you down the hall, voice quiet and fond. “good. because i’m very in love with you.”

you’re already falling asleep when he tucks you in, but you still manage to whisper, “i’d marry you again. like. right now.”

and nanami just smiles, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“i’d say yes.” he whispers back.