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Hiromi is not one to back down from an argument. It’s the lawyer in him plus his inherent desire to always be right, even when he isn’t. He doesn’t necessarily get angry, he isn’t going to raise his voice or swear at you, but he is going to lay out his argument in excruciating detail and expect you to listen. It could be the simplest of little disagreements and Hiromi will treat it like his entire professional reputation is on the line, an imaginary jury of your peers fills the courtroom in his head and what started as a playful butting of heads grows arms and legs, maybe even a second head.

However… there is one surefire way to shut him up mid-flow, and that is to approach carefully and forcibly shove your hand across his mouth. You have to maintain eye contact to ensure it’s working, but it has never failed yet. His intelligent darkly lit eyes mellow, his breathing turns reedy and he mumbles out a moan behind the meat of your palm. Heat rushes to fill his cheeks, the warmth of his breath tickling your fingertips as you arch an eyebrow and lean in closer.

The scratch of his five o’clock shadow grazes at your palm, his eyes bouncing erratically between yours as he lets you walk him backwards toward the bedroom door. You can feel him thickening behind his trousers, his hands antsy to reach out and touch you whilst all those pesky little points he had yet to voice spill quietly out his ears… never to be heard.

The bed creaks under the intensity of your movements, bouncing on his leaking cock with such fervour that you worry you might break either the frame or Hiromi. The man in question huffs into the pillows, sweat rolling freely over his temples as you drape yourself across his chest. “What were you saying, Hiro? I can’t quite hear you now…”

He tries to speak, tries to make any noise at all that isn’t the pathetic whimpers filling the air but you’ve got him beat and the use of dirty underhanded tactics only makes him harder for you. Your teeth skim his nipples, tongue poised to flick them in turn before you return to bearing your weight forward with your hands on his shoulders. The wet ‘pap pap pap’ of your pussy greedily swallowing him down turns those keen whimpers into something only dogs would hear and all he has for you are heart eyes out on stalks and the ability to gulp like a fish out of water.

“That’s what I thought. Listen here, Mr Lawyer man, you are a fantastic attorney but when you’re at home… remember that I’m not your adversary.”

Hiromi moans diligently, nodding his head fervently and gripping at the plush of your hips hard enough that you feel bruises bloom. He’s right at the precipice, you can feel it swelling… his balls drawing tight to his dick. He needs to cum and he’ll do anything to make it happen. Your hand reaches backward, fondling those heavy balls in your palm whilst you roll your hips aggressively back and forth. He cums with a bark, the tendons on his neck taut and straining before he crumples back to the sheets.

“I rest my case…”

an: this came about from a conversation with @pseudowho (yes, this is the calibre of our chats 😂) who I love very dearly.

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i'm telling you, i wouldn't let kafka feel insecure about his cute gut very often if i could help it

and having klaus on top of me like a weighted blanket would probably fix me ngl

Saw this and IMMEDIATELY ran to tumblr yall!! @i-literally-cant-with-this @kazutora-kurokawa @witchy-scribblings @manji-hoe it’s about our BOY!!

Also Klaus is a huge 6���7” weighing 299 lbs🤤🤤🚨

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Hello there, 👋

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my blog has a very tiny following, but i hope sharing and spreading your story will help. my thoughts are with all of you.

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it's lovely to have you here! can't wait to read what you have in store!

Hi there.

This blog is going to be dedicated to content (some of my own writing included) for Klaus and Steven from KKSS. I’ve been in the fandom a while, but always been a bit too shy to post much for it. 🥹

I’m hoping to change that.

Some works I post will be NSFW, but the appropriate warnings and rating will be added to the post as necessary! 🩵♥️

I’ll probably do a proper introduction post at a later date, but this is a brand new blog and I wanted to at least have something here to pin to the top of my page.

If you’ve managed to find your way here, hello friend! 😁

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always remember, you don't need a drivers license to ride your fav🤍

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Post Shibuya Namami survival AU | Meet cute at a coffee shop AU

Tags: fluffy, cutesey shit, scarred nanamin, seally reader. Nothing else really. Just a cute liddol meeting in a coffee shop. Nanami finds reader funny (cute). We got him bois. Throw him in the van let's go.

When you met him, you had no idea who he was, but the scars on his face and the eye patch weren't what drew you in.

No. It was more the irritating tag that stuck out from his obviously new tie. Something he definitely hadn't noticed since he was otherwise so well put together.

Looking at the rest of him, it was hard to believe that he was that careless about the tie. A hideous giraffe print on a piss yellow. Although somehow he made it work. If that had been on any other man you think it would've been the worst crime in the history of fashion but it was decent on him. Not great. Decent.

As the two of you waited at the counter for your orders, you wondered what kind of drink he might be having. He looked like an espresso shot to you, but then again you couldn't really be sure, after seeing the tie choice… The tag, still sticking out, seemed to twitch, as if it were mocking you; annoying you further. No it really was moving, as was the rest of him which turned, having felt your burning gaze. It was at this fortune moment that the barista chose to save you from the embarrassment of having been caught staring by setting down two drinks on the counter. One closer to you which she called out as a “Hot chocolate!” and the other toward him, “Vanilla latte with oat milk!” Not so fortunate afterall.

He turned to you again, “I'm hot chocolate”.

You didn't mean to stare this time either, but you were struck by how ridiculously attractive the man was. All you really heard was him saying, “I'm hot.”

And without realising it you'd breathed our a, “Yeah you're hot!” His smile dropped and was replaced with a half confused look and something else you couldn't quite place. And you – realising what you'd blurted out – blushed and tried to backtrack. “I mean, yeah yours.”

He looked at you cocking an eyebrow as you blabbered on. “As in , I can't have that I'm lactose intolerant.”

He let out a chuckle. “Hence the oat milk?”

You nodded.

As you took hold of your latte and the man, his hot chocolate you realised his drink was in a to go cup. You had to tell him before it was too late… “You left the tag on, on your tie, by the way.” And without waiting to embarrass yourself further you moved to one of the only few seats left unclaimed in the cafe.

He followed you to your spot and took the seat beside you – again one of the only ones left. “Is that why you were staring at me then?” You cringed internally. He'd noticed. Of course he had. Your eyes had basically burned a hole into his chest while you'd been standing there.

You nodded again, taking out your laptop to work. Why did he sit? Just to ask you why you'd been staring? The brown cardboard to-go cup and it's hot chocolate pillion sat there, mocking you. You felt your cheeks burning.

He spoke again. In your embarrassment you hadn't before but you noticed now, what a rich deep voice the man had! Rumbling and sexy. You felt your blush redden. “People usually stare for – different reasons.” he gestured to his left side allowing you to once again take in his scars.

You took a shaky sip of your latte and decided to try and lighten the mood. “Oh you mean how hideous that tie is? Don't worry, I thought that too.”

The man let out a hearty laugh. And you felt yourself fall a little bit in love.

“My name's Nanami by the way. Nanami Kento.”

I might make this a series with all the jjk men idk don't look at me.

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Everyday I stray further from God and closer to the pits of hell where BNHA fans lie with their thirsty-ass fanart. And yet, I cannot complain.

So

I have feelings about Shinsou

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One Piece x Dungeon Meshi 🏴‍☠️🍖

part 1- luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji

part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7

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reblogging too cause i never thought i'd see the day i see klaus on tumblr KEKKAI SENSEN IS SO UNDERRATED

On the concept of big, sweet (but can be aggressive when necessary) dilfs such a our lovely Kafka Hibino, I give you Klaus Von Reinherz ❤️😮‍💨

So to yall who haven’t seen this wonderful, handsome, sweet BEAST…excuse me uh large man, you have now and we must all thirst together. That is all😌

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hear me out... kaiju form Hibino Kafka x afab or f reader SOMETHING

i'm hearing you out nonnie, hearing you out alright...

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i want to lie down under him while he’s doing push-ups and give him a lil muah every time he makes it down 💞

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when you get a new character fixation but find out that there's a lot less fics of them then you were hoping for

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i have

i have the most scrumptilicious idea for a kafka (and no. 8) smut fic and my fingers are so itching to write it-

-BUT I HAVE WORK

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allow me to be a two-faced bitch by adding that black compression turtleneck shirt kafka is still very welcome to obliterate my insides

“he’s been training and has lost weight” this, “he’s wearing a compression shirt” that- I DON’T CARE I MISS HIS LIL TUMMY

manga kafka is such a handsome boy BUT WHERE IS MY PILLOW

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“he’s been training and has lost weight” this, “he’s wearing a compression shirt” that- I DON’T CARE I MISS HIS LIL TUMMY

manga kafka is such a handsome boy BUT WHERE IS MY PILLOW

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When they say they're hungry and the first thing they think of is your pretty little pussy.