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definitelysleepdeprived · 4 days ago
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a doodle of what we could've had
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definitelysleepdeprived · 15 days ago
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Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)
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definitelysleepdeprived · 15 days ago
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definitelysleepdeprived · 18 days ago
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Rip to everyone on this site who didn't realise they were following sleeper dragon age fans. The fandom is awakening from its deep slumber.
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definitelysleepdeprived · 1 month ago
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Priest Kink less in the way of wanting to be dominated by a religious figure and more in the way that i drive a holy man to sin at my command and if he dares to try to repent i remind him in whatever way i see fit that he doesn't belong to god anymore.
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definitelysleepdeprived · 2 months ago
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togame sneezing
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definitelysleepdeprived · 2 months ago
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❥ KENTO NANAMI X FEM!READER
❥ WORD COUNT: 1.6k
❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: breeding, talk of pregnancy (but no actual babies here), power dynamics (boss/assistant), age gap, praise, wrists bound with tie, creampie, Nanami is sweet but mean always, use of "good girl", reader is really subby and so am I
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“So this is what you feel like, hm?” 
Nodding against the mess of his desk, you coo, all bubbly and sweet as your nails grip into his tie around your wrists. Nanami runs a hand down your spine, eyes unfiltered by his glasses as he marvels at how you shiver and react to his touch. 
Just the tip of his fat cock is popped inside you, snugly wrapped by the first ring of muscle he’s yet to bully past.
Even as your thighs clench and pussy drools, you stay still, quiet, just like he told you to.
So well mannered.
Would you be this sweet if he fucked you as deviantly as he desires? Would you bat your long lashes and say please every time he demands to fuck you? He’s certain you would—so willing to please and be pleased.
Soft skin and even smoother voice, like a housecat curling around his legs every time you come near. Shy but keen, claws ready for anyone but your owner.
Over the course of a few months, Nanami has boiled down to a singular purpose—to breed his perfect assistant and fill her needy cunt with his seed.
Pussy lips bulge around him as he pushes into you raw. You hiccup at the intrusion, ass arching to accommodate the stretch of him. Desire claws inside his chest and begs to force himself into you, and for once, he listens to the beast.
Jerking your bound wrists, he spears into you while pulling you back, bouncing your cheeks against his pelvis and making you whine behind clenched teeth. 
He uses you for leverage, not bothering to cant his hips when he can simply tug you back and forth along the length of him.
“This wasn’t my intention, sweetheart,” he admits with a deep grunt, “but you’re just such a good girl, aren’t you? I can’t help myself.” 
For weeks he’s imagined you like this, even pictured tucking you under his desk and shoving his cock so far past your sweet lips that he can see himself in your throat. But spilling his cum on your tongue would be such a waste—your body was made for breeding. Doughy in all the right spots, with tits begging to be filled with milk.
A strong hand grabs the curve of your ass and pulls, thumb lifting the soft fat so he can watch how your cunt sucks around his cock. So greedy.
“No more panties, ever,” Nanami groans as his cockhead thrums against the sponginess of your walls. 
“Of–of course, sir.” 
“No more sirs, either. Wanna hear my name in your mouth.” 
He grins at how the first consonant of his name gets stuck in your throat as he fucks into you, a blubbering stutter of k-k-ken~ blended into hushed moans. 
The sky is dark but he knows a few workaholics are still roaming the office. They don’t deserve to hear your melodic sounds. They’ll know your his by the way his cum will leak past the hem of your skirt, smear against your thighs.
Nanami leverages you up, fingers mean against your trapped wrists as he slams your back to his chest. The angle has his cock digging into one of your softest spots.
He bends to run his nose along the length of your neck, tongue licking at the remnants of your too familiar perfume. Over your shoulder he watches how your tits bounce with every plunge of his cock into you, free and unbound, nipples just the hue he imagined. He grabs your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, groaning when you flutter from the shock of pleasure. 
So young and pliant. 
“You know what your next assignment is, sweetheart?” 
His hand smoothes down to the bottom of your tit, gripping the fat up into his palm so he can squeeze. 
You coo at his actions, bucking down onto his cock. Your cunt squelches as your slick soaks into the blonde curls at his base.
“Answer me.” 
His palm trails down past your ribs, pawing at your stomach. He presses hard, knocking air from your lungs as he catches how his cock thumps, thumps, thumps in your guts.
Your head tosses back against his chest, neck craning as you look for him with watery eyes. Mascara dripping down your cheeks, lips swollen from the kisses he took from you when you came to offer your help with his overtime work. 
“T–to be your fucktoy?” you answer with a breathy, hopeful gasp.
“Even better,” he feels like a sick fuck when the words rolls of his tongue, “to have my babies.”
The way you squirm and mewl in his hold tells him everything he needs to know. 
“Yeah? You like the idea of an older man filling you until you swell with a baby?” 
“Yes, ah, Kento, yes.”
So, so well mannered. You know how much it pisses him off if you don’t use your words. 
He drags your wrists farther back, making your body arch until your knees tremble and your darling high heels scrape against the floor. His hand moves down, cupping the front of your pussy so his fingers can smear along the edges of where he spreads you. 
Nanami ensures that the back of his hand keeps the sharp edge of his desk from pressing into your sensitive body. 
“Tell me exactly what you want.” 
He watches how you try to think, eyebrows pulling together as you attempt to focus on anything other than the sweltering heat he’s stirring with every fast, harsh push of his aching dick into your cunt. 
“Want to feel you cum in me,” you mumble quickly, words splashed together, “over and over again.”
A thick finger pushes against your clit, just barely, teasing enough to make your tummy tighten and thighs shake.
“Hm,” he groans with a smile against your throat as the most pleasant idea comes to mind. “You want me to start taking you home? Let me mount you in my bed to make sure the seed takes?” 
The sound you make is salacious and strained, like you’re trying so hard to be a good girl and not scream. 
“Keep me,” you plead oh so sweetly. Like that was ever out of the question. 
Nanami hooks his fingers harder between the threads of his tie, tangling his fingers with yours behind your back. A small moment of grounding you, reassuring you, before he shoves you so roughly back down to his desk that papers and pens clatter to the floor.
Hoisting your hips to meet his, he puts the hand on your cunt to work, rubbing two experienced fingers over your swollen clit. 
He leans over your body for a better angle, even hikes one knee onto his desk so he can pound you into it. 
“Need you to milk my fucking cock, understand?” His breath fans over the back of your neck and he notices how you’ve bitten your cheek between your teeth. 
You’re such a mess, naked and trembling over your boss’s desk, pussy squishing with every intense bully of his cock into your gummy, abused hole.
“I understand,” you practically choke on your words, “ ‘m so close, K–Kento, promise.”
His lips suck against the back of your shoulder, sharp teeth grinning like a madman. 
He hired you after you told him you never, ever make promises you can’t keep. You’d always be honest, never lie if you felt you couldn’t get the work done. 
“You promise to take my babies, sweetheart? Promise you’ll let me get you pregnant?” 
The picture of you ripe with his baby, hand over your swollen tummy as you bustle around the office, in his house, is too clear. Too inebriating. 
“I sw–swear.” 
“That’s my good girl.” 
You deserve a reward, perhaps even a raise.
Nanami turns all his focus to how heavy his balls feel and how puffy your poor clit is. He becomes an efficient machine, barreling into you systematically as his fingers swirl in tight, purposeful circles. 
Slick is drooling through his knuckles, messing all over the planner on his desk. He has the quick thought of how he will have to start filling his calendar with the days you’re ovulating. How delightful. 
“Please, please, please,” you try to keep your whines smothered by the lacquered wood.
“You don’t have to beg. I’ll give you anything you want, sweet girl.” 
And he does just that, building enough heat in your tummy to make you start convulsing. Your orgasm is the tightest suck he’s ever felt, all desperate and hot and rhythmic like your body took his words to heart and intends to milk him dry. 
Finally he comes undone, loading your body with continuous spurts of syrupy cum. He can feel cum pooling in your snug cavern, squishing against his cock every time your cunt pulses with your bliss. 
He stays still, his weight shamefully falling onto your back and trapping you beneath him. Your heartbeat echoes against his desk. Molten cum bursts from where his cock is still lodged within you, like pasty watercolor smearing across skin. 
Straightening his tired back, he groans and peels himself from your spent body. Before he can pull his hips back, your tied hands start reaching desperately for him, smacking against his thigh. 
Fine. He can keep you plugged up with cum as long as you want. 
“Thank you,” you exhale with the remnants of your pleasure. 
So well mannered. You’ll make the perfect mommy. 
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definitelysleepdeprived · 2 months ago
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The alpha who stuffs his nose in your cunt and takes a big whiff after he’s done filling you to the brim.
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definitelysleepdeprived · 2 months ago
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men who mercilessly eat ur pussy…
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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Imagine your icon being your therapist
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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bokuto lets his friends fuck you btw
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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Hello to all Moros appreciators, I want to share something with you today (I love his hair)
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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HERACLES, Mightiest of Men Hades II (2024 - EA) dev. Supergiant Games
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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im thinking about that southern werewolf again
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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bringing some food to the waxwitch nation with a Ponyo redraw
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definitelysleepdeprived · 3 months ago
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“1. This is how the story goes. A boy raised in captivity falls in love with a sun he sees for the first time, flies too close thinking he can possess it, doesn’t listen to a father’s warning and plummets into the sea. His father grieves, so everyone grieves. The story is immortalised in the boy’s blood, a tale passed down with silkdelicate care through eternity. 2. There is another story. In it a boy asks too many questions, lusts too much for more, dares to question his father’s authority. He is banished from the skies, sent falling from the heavens but he does not die. Instead he is named ruler of all that is cruel, painful and wretched with the world. No one grieves for this boy, as he is deemed the root of all evil. 3. It is the way of the universe for boys to disobey their fathers, for children to question what they know and want more, more from their lives. 4. The way a father chooses to love after this happens is how the story is told. 5. This is the reason everyone weeps for Icarus. 6. It is also the reason no tears were ever shed for Lucifer.”
— Icarus and Lucifer, Nikita Gill
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