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pwuseraphinee · 1 day ago

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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful:

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain:

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted:

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe:

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank

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pwuseraphinee · 2 days ago

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part one here.

★ thinking about mutual masturbation on facetime with ex!satoru which starts off with you just staring at him in some sort of daze, wondering what on earth possessed you to pick up the call in the first place. this is a mistake, you know that... so why aren't you hanging up already?

but before you can dwell too long on the answer to that question, your train of thought is rudely interrupted by a particularly loud moan echoing through the speaker.

“mmh… you actually didn’t decline for once," the white-haired menace gasps out, the slick sounds of his hand gliding up and down his cock only picking up in volume as he lays eyes on you. “shit— you don't know how much i've missed seein’ that pretty face of yours, baby.”

“you’re so shameless, satoru.” you mutter, lacing your tone with as much disdain as you can muster; but the way your own hand somehow snakes its way beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties tells an entirely different tale of how this whole situation is really making you feel.

“yeah,” he muses in an unapologetic hum, making a show of tilting the camera down to give you a better view of where he's currently thumbing his leaky, blushing tip. “but… ah— so are you, otherwise you would’ve blocked my new number the second i sent you that dick pic.”

“w-well how do you know i wasn't about to press the block button right when you called me and i accidentally clicked accept instead?” you shoot back through teeth which are clenched partly in annoyance and partly in an effort to hold back letting your own pleasure show on your face.

“nah, don’t give me that bullshit,” satoru snorts amusedly, leaning in closer to the screen and tilting his head to the side, snowy lashes fluttering seductively as his bright eyes stare knowingly into yours. “if you’re not enjoying this, then i want you to show me that your hands aren’t in your pants right now rubbing that pretty little pussy.”

shit. of course he'd be able to see through you that easily — he is your ex, after all. but no... you can’t let him win just yet. so, as subtly as possible, you pull your hand from your panties and hold it up to the phone screen, hoping against hope that the darkness of your room hides the wetness of your palm.

“hah. nice try, baby,” he drawls smugly, smiling so wide now that both of his annoyingly cute dimples are on full display; and it’s deliberate, too. he knows full well they were always your weakness. “...but i can see your sweet juices coating those cute fingers from here.”

and he knows he has you right where he wants you when you still don't hang up the call like you both know you should, instead just shoving your hand right back into your panties and rubbing messy circles over your clit while keeping direct eye-contact with him — trying to beat him at his own game, are you? oh, how he's missed you.

so he picks up the pace of his jostling fist around his cock, candy-pink lower lip caught between his pearly teeth as he tries to catch even a small glimpse of your bare skin through the screen; and god, only you could make him act this pathetic, this desperate. "fuck... please, pretty, y'gotta give me something to work with here. h-how about you pull your top up just a little for toru, hm?"

and you've already let this escalate too far to back out now, so you decide to throw caution to the wind and tug at the edge of your oversized tee just enough so that your bare tits spring free, courtesy to your preference for not wearing a bra around your apartment.

"o-oh, just look at those. i missed my girls s'much. bet you wish they were in my mouth right now, huh?" satoru rasps out, balls tightening to an almost painful degree as he reaches down to pay the heavy, neglected sacs some attention by gently fondling them.

and you, having finally caved and slid a finger into your fluttering hole, can only respond with a soft whine as you reach up to knead a breast with your free hand, the image of his skilled mouth suckling on them like he always used to making your much-too-empty cunt clench around your digit with need.

and that singular sweet, sweet sound from your lips that he's been deprived of hearing for months is all it takes for him to finally bust a load all over his chest and hand, goopy white streaks tainting his previously unmarred pale skin as his entire body trembles with a pleasure only you can give him.

and when he eventually manages to compose himself enough to glance back down at the facetime and realize that you're still trying to reach your own climax, your meek little fingers clearly not enough to finish the job, satoru has the absolute audacity to lean right in close to the screen and mutter out a cheeky…

“hey, if y'want me to come over and help you with that then all you gotta do is agree to get back together with me, baby.”

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pwuseraphinee · 4 days ago

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✰ nanami’s cock is so big and fat and eager and it honestly seems like it has a mind of its own. nothing upsets him more, especially when he’s at work.

cw masturbation, semi-public

you just know it’s such a headache for him. to be a man that wields great power and authority, it drives him to utter insanity that he isn’t able to control when he gets hard or horny or desperate. oftentimes, he curses himself for having been blessed with such an unfortunate… gift.

frankly, it pisses him clean off. and don’t even remind him of the fact that he gets wet… pathetic bubbles of precum drip in rivulets from the swollen head of his cock, staining the cotton of his briefs and it fucking aches. it could be the midst of a workday and he’ll find himself pressing his big thighs together beneath his desk, a fruitless attempt to lull the throbbing pain.

and eventually, when it’s gotten to be too much for him to bear, he’ll force himself up from his swiveling, leather chair and trudge toward the only single person bathroom there is in the office, a crumpled magazine discreetly pressed to his crotch.

after locking the door behind him, the magazine is falling to the floor with a fluttering thud. he groans, hurriedly peering down at the face of his watch. with his back to the tiled wall of the bathroom, nanami is hastily unbuckling his leather belt, tugging at his zipper, and desperately fishing his cock out of his slacks. a stifled little noise leaves him, almost like a disgruntled groan of unwitting pleasure as he drags a big thumb over the runny head of his cock.

he sucks his teeth, annoyed with his stupid body and his stupidly hard cock. he can’t fucking stand the way he shudders beneath his own touch, that poor cock pathetically twitching against the warm palm of his hand. his hips buck once, subconsciously chasing his tightening fist.

“so stupid…” he mutters, teeth barred. he’s leaning forward and lolling out his tongue before drooling down the head of his cock, a guttural groan ensuing. “god, this is so f-fucking stupid.”

his head is deliriously dragging back to rest against the cool wall as he fists his slick cock, hips rutting. he swallows a pretty whine of pleasure, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. a lewd, gut wrenching schlop! resounds off every surface of the bathroom and it makes his stomach cave in arousal.

over, and over, and over again, he’s working his wet fist up the girthy length of his cock. each time he nears the swollen head he’s twisting his wrist before swiping the soft pad of his thumb over the drooling slit, brazenly spreading his arousal.

he let’s off a gurgled wince of relief, chest heaving as he fucks himself into a frustrated, gasping mess. nanami often finds himself denying the simple pleasures in life—too engrossed in a job that doesn’t pay enough and a lackluster sex life that renders him ravenous.

it’s times like these when he wishes he had a pretty little lady to call, desperate to hear the beautiful crackle of his lover’s voice through his phone as she talks him through it. he imagines she’ll promise to take care of him when he returns home. the thought alone makes his cock twitch.

he’d bite down on the knuckles of his balled fist or the end of his speckled tie, both incredibly vain attempts at dampening his whimpering breaths. the sight of his cock alone is pissing him off — how it’s hanging so heavily between his legs, a filthy stream of treacly arousal drip drip dripping to the tiled floor.

nanami curses to himself, grunting thwartly as he glares down to observe the frantic buck of his honed hips, mindlessly thrusting toward his jerking hand. he can’t help but to roll his eyes as he takes notice of the pearlescent puddle that grows between his polished loafers. he makes a mental note to clean up after himself.

“mmph, f— fuuuuck…” it’s merely a breath between his short huffs of air, nostrils flaring. “fuck! fuck! fuck!”

a shuddered gasp is parting his lips as he cums, his wobbly hips stuttering in a way that he finds utterly pathetic, but what nanami finds even more pathetic is the sheer amount of syrupy, pent up cum that spurts from the throbbing head of his cock, adding to the ever growing puddle.

he sighs, pushing back the dangling strands of wispy blonde that have fallen to cover his eyes. swiftly, he tidies himself up, tucking himself back into his trousers before gathering paper towels to clean up his mess.

nobody ever seems to notice when he slips away to fuck himself in the bathroom, that is until a pretty little intern is hired at the office and she just so happens to be on to him, taking notice of the peculiar splotch of white that adorns his usually pristine slacks.

she watches as he strides back to his desk, clearing his throat guiltily before settling back into his swiveling chair. nanami catches her lingering gaze and she looks away, peering down at her computer. a knowing smile cracks along her face. he groans, silently cursing himself.

she knows.

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pwuseraphinee · 6 days ago

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warnings: NSFW🔞, heavy somnophilia, non con, age gap (nanami is 40, reader is 22) poor nanami :3 this is a long one~

coming home from college to surprise your mom sounds like a great idea until her boyfriend, nanami, mistakes you for her and shoves his dick in you.

it’s not your fault you dozed off in her bed, waiting for her to come home from work. she’d never mentioned her late nights, and you never thought to ask. maybe if you hadn’t slipped into one of the oversized, decidedly masculine shirts and baggy sweatpants from her closet, it wouldn’t have been so easy for someone to mistake you for her. but honestly, that’s not your fault either. your mom had packed up your old clothes from your childhood room ages ago so you figured she wouldn’t mind if you put on some of her clothes after being on the nasty train all day. and it’s not like you asked for the gene that makes you look enough like her from behind for it to be a problem—especially when they’re drunk enough to not tell the difference.

your first real mistake, the one that’s entirely on you, is never being able to sleep on your back. you’re a side sleeper through and through—so used to the position that you didn’t even stir when nanami stumbled in, muttering half-forgotten lyrics to an old jazz song, sighing deeply in that heavy, drunk way older men do every now and then. he tossed his clothes off, carelessly flinging them toward the hamper.

it’s definitely your fault for suggesting your mom get this high-quality mattress, telling her, ‘you’re getting older, gotta take care of yourself.’ it’s so comfortable that you can’t help but drool in peace when nanami collapses onto the bed, pressing fully into your backside as he slurs, “heeey, honey— look at you, all wrapped up in my clothes? did you— hiccup— miss me?”

it’s barely your fault that the feeling of a warm, hard muscled, naked full grown man wrapping his heavy arms around you leaves you undisturbed. even when he starts grinding something mean against your upper back thigh and licking at the shell of your ear, it’s on you for not coming to.

even as nanami’s rough hand, that he had washed before crawling into bed despite being drunk off of his ass—pressed against the lower half of your face, you only stirred slightly.

“let’s get it on, baby. ‘m sorry for what i said earlier, i don’t wanna fight. gonna do you real good like you want me to. read so many— hiccup— articles,” he slurs lowly into your ear with hot, whiskey breath as his thumb rubs your cheekbone soothingly.

you have to give yourself some credit though, your subconscious had almost woken you up when he shoved a hand into your sweatpants. he brushes the tips of his middle fingers against the gusset of your panties with a, “ohh, there she is.” the first half of his two long fingers take up the entirety of your labia, if you were awake maybe you’d even feel the way an experienced nanami found your clit before even feeling around for it first.

you can’t fault nanami too much, a small alert in the back of his wasted head went off when your thinly covered labia felt a little shorter in length than he had remembered. but poor nanami figured he’s just drunk, that and he hasn’t touched his girlfriend or been touched by her in quite a while. he can’t even pinpoint the last time his oppressed balls were emptied.

his movements are nice and slow, rotating between sensual circles and soft strokes from the top of where your inner lips start and down to the bottom where your hole is starting to wake up before you even do. his touch isn’t fast and rushed like all of the college boys you’re used to who are driven purely by raging hormones.

rather, nanamis rubbing on your pussy is enjoyable for him, his eyes are closed in bliss as he noses at your neck and hair. your pussy is warm, the heat is rapidly escalating in temperature with every stimulating touch. he basks in the feeling of slowly coaxing your clit to start thumping against his fingers when he pushes against the hood covering it in two short pressing nudges, using your panties to soften the sensation.

he coos an appreciative hum when your leg muscles twitch in response and your hands jerk softly as you sleep. it didn’t take long for your clit to go from subtle thumps to needy throbbing. “i know, i knoow— don’t say it— hiccup— you want me to be more rough with you. but, still needa get you wet for an easy slide into this honeypot.”

if you were awake, you’d fucking laugh at the old man term for pussy— then again maybe you wouldn’t because he’s starting to move his fingers back and forth with forceful pressure to wedge your panties between your outer lips. he nibbles on your neck as you let out a sleepy whimper. your nipples and lower abdomen ripple in a wave of tingles as his fingers use the fabric to produce a delicious friction. it’s akin to a paper towel being set down on a puddle of water, the way your gusset soaks up the abundance of leaking arousal the second he wedges the cloth in, making a dark patch.

that dark patch is balmy and sticky, aiding in a nice slip and slide for his massage. “fuck,” he grunts into the side of your head, “got so sticky wet so fast. see?— hiccup— you do enjoy when i’m soft on you, baby.”

the way he emphasizes the word ‘do’ is as if he’s made this point before. if you were awake, you’d probably be able to connect the dots that he and your mom are having intimacy issues but who are you kidding, you’d be too distracted with the way he’s rubbing you in a relentlessly sweet way that he’s enjoying as much as your body is.

your pussy has been adequately prepped for minutes now, but he figures since you’re sleeping, you can’t make him hurry up and stick it in you like his girlfriend always rushes him to do. he can do what he pleases right now, thats what nanami thinks your mom’s argument was anyways, for him to do get a little greedy.

truthfully, he’s acting out of bitterness, upset that your mother told him she’s no longer attracted to him because of how soft and kind he is. his way of ‘getting back at her’ is by taking his time to touch and play with what he thinks is her pussy until he wishes to stop. nanami’s instincts when he’s upset is usually to comfort and cherish, not hurt and destroy, he genuinely thinks he’s in the wrong right now by taking all the time he wants to play with your pussy.

to hear a ‘squelch’ everytime he prods at your clothed cunt is diabolical. one would think the cloth would prohibit any kind of ‘chu’ noises but even when drunk, nanami is too skilled, he’s teasing you expertly by simply relying on his own desires to do so.

nanami is lost in the act, addicted to your twitching clit and the clench he feels your hole make every time he brushes against the entrance of it. even your reproductive organs are anticipating some kind of penetration. but the sound of a muffled, sleepy cry against his palm snaps him out of it. he chuckles and peppers kisses against your shivering neck, uttering apologies between every kiss. his fingers transition to apply pressure to the entirety of your labia in attempt hold you over for just a moment, aware of the silent plea of your body yearning for penetration.

“okay, okay, i feel it. i know. shh,” he coos into your ear as your legs and abdomen jerk due to the pressure to your sensitive cunt, “need something to milk, hmm? you’re in luck, my cock needs milking, you— uh— slut.”

nanami’s trying his very best, using all of his drunk brain power to think back to that article titled ‘seven ways to spice up your sex life and please your unsatisfied woman! (intense, hard sex for beginners).’

1. be dominant— check. he hopes playing with your pussy from behind with a hard hand over your mouth the entire time counts. a subsection of this said to ‘take what you want!’ and he certainly has so far, subjecting your unconscious body to torturous fondling. he thinks he’s doing alright.

2. mean dirty talk— check. calling you a slut once, although very poorly, counts.. right?

3. consensual non-consensual play— check. he had to put on his reading glasses to read the definition on a site called ‘urban dictionary’ to understand what the fuck somnophilia was after your mom had said it as if it were an insult, that he ‘hasn’t even tried that’ on her, in their little argument. that’s what led him down the private online browser black hole to find this article in the first place.

already three down and a few more to go, nanami’s feeling confident as he shoves your sweatpants and soaked panties down until they’re at your knees. hazy eyes flit down to coordinate his movements as much as his drunk ass can, all while murmuring, “lets get these— hiccup— off of you. sorry, just gonna—yeah— shove ‘em down.”

is there any excuse for not waking up by now that makes more sense than to say you’re exhausted from midterms? a nice, wet dream where someone with a deep voice is holding you, playing with your cunt, and whispering sweet nothings into your ear is just too inviting for a college student who’s only possible relief is a two-pump frat boy who spreads a rumor that you suck in bed after.

nanami uses one hand to press on your lower tummy to jut your butt out towards him before using the same hand to grip the base of his hard cock. he shivers as his fingers, slick and sticky with your fluid, graze against his dick, his focused, squinted eyes locked on your arched ass as he aims himself.

“ready?” he mutters to you, more a question to himself than anything, as his tip brushes softly against the outside of your entrance.

“three, two,” he slurs as he counts down, hand on your mouth tightening as he pushes your head back into his chest to prepare for your awakening. he pauses for much longer between two and one, gulping to himself. he’s applying enough tension with his hips so that his tip presses to the outside of your cunt without having to hold it there, so he can use his free hand to gently pull one of your lips away as to expose your silky, toasty insides for better access.

“one,” he breathes out with eyes blinking, a long pause delaying any movement despite one being the number he’s supposed to penetrate you on.

this feels wrong, your body, who he believes is your moms, is blissfully asleep and still. it’s as if he’s waiting for you to give him a little encouragement, a muffled whimper or something, but you don’t. he wonders what you’re dreaming about, if it’s him or if it’s that guy who your mom boast’s about with a flush to her cheeks at the work parties he brings him to. that infuriating thought leads him into the thought that maybe he’s who your mom will leave him for, maybe he knows how to be rough with her the way she years so badly for. maybe that guy wouldn’t second guess himself when he’s about to shove his unforgiving cock into her soft body.

the irritating thought spiral makes the vein in his forehead pop and his jaw clench. he moves his eyes up from your arched back and leans down to your ear to breathe heavy into it. his hand subconsciously tightens around your lower face as his jealousy grows, making your brows twitch into a pout briefly in your sleep as one of your hands slides a few inches against the sheets in a jerking reaction.

the build up to this moment happened in twelve frames per second, choppy and fragmented, similar to the way his drunk mind is operating right now. but when nanami finally makes a move, everything turns into a sudden burst of force, like a sneaky wave that slams into the back of your head and pushes you off of your feet and equilibrium as all of your senses turn from serene beach noise to a loud sloshing that fills your ears and lungs.

one mean, rough snap of his lower body, motivated by so many conflicting factors within nanami’s head, and he’s mounted all the way inside of your body.

“biiig stretch,” nanami growls deeply into your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his toes twitch and his legs push against yours.

4. leave a mark— check. he can feel your soft skin giving in to his teeth, no doubt you’ll be dealing with that reminder for weeks after this. he doesn’t even feel bad when the thought of your mom’s work ‘friend’ seeing the evidence of her very exciting personal life.

everything that happens to your body when he infiltrates happens all at once—your wide eyes shoot open, nostrils flare with a big inhale, back arches, one hand flies behind you to dig your nails into the muscley ass of whatever is penetrating you while the other claws at the hand over your mouth, legs extend straight out, toes curl, and pussy flutters.

if nanami wasn’t so drunk and riled up by his own thoughts, he would absolutely notice the difference in sensations within your cunt. although it’s been more than a while since he’s felt the inside of your mothers body, its agonizingly clear that this one he just forced into feels different. if he didn’t use so much strength initially to slam in, he would have had to practically pry his way in. when his cock head nudged at the little folds where your hymen is located, in less than a split second, mid thrust, he felt a resistance that made him engage more core strength to get past it.

that’s not the only thing thats different, what he’s used to with his girlfriend is a cute, subtle flutter around his cock when he gets inside but, the flesh surrounding him right now is choking his fucking dick every half second like it’s panicking, like it’s crying out that it’s not used to this.

the consistency of these walls are gooey, bumpy like any pussy is, but really the only accurate word to use is gummy. its like he’s being strangled by a sticky gelatin candy that’s alive and breathing. even drunk nanami is surprised by how wet you are inside, its making him think back to when he played with your pussy and wonder if he had lost track of time and done it for longer than he thought because what his cock is used to with your mom is a slightly dry consistency. he knows he hadn’t prepped you that long at all, maybe twenty minutes and you’re gushing as if he’s been fingering you for three hours nonstop.

but even if nanami wasn’t inebriated, his primal instinct to give in to the tight hug of this pussy he’s entered is too strong for logical thinking and it’s much too strong for him to get a better look at who’s actually connected to this cunt.

he briefly detaches his teeth to let out a euphoric ‘ooowh’ as his hand that was holding your pussy lip moves to rest against your lower tummy where he can feel his own fucking bulge inside. he quickly rebinds his teeth into your neck after— an almost subconscious way to cope with your tight body.

now fully awake, you quickly notice the hand over your mouth prohibiting you from gasping and crying out through it the way you need to, the large warmth of a man enveloping the entirety of the back of your body, the sharp teeth locked onto your neck, and the monster cock stretching you out painfully all at once in a way you’ve never felt before.

you immediately start to squirm, rotating from pushing against his hip, hitting at it weakly, and sinking your nails into it to cope with his unyielding presence seated within your cunt, unmoving and forcing you to deal with it.

one of your eyes twitch in sync with your muscles in the hand on his hip when the sharp pain of nanami detaching his teeth from your neck shoots through your nerves.

“good—” nanami hums, basically purring as he laps a slow few licks at the indents, making you shiver and flinch, “—morning.”

the shock subsides enough for you to begin thinking through what the fuck is happening. you’re clearly not in your dorm. the nightstand beside you holds an open scrapbook with your baby pictures, a reminder of when you were looking through it earlier. it all floods back—how you came home to surprise your mother and ended up falling asleep while waiting.

immediately, you assume whoever is behind you is a stranger who broke into her home and you start squirming harder than before, trying to get out of his grasp.

“hey, hey— calm down,” he’s speaking directly into your ear, drawing out the phrase in attempt to soothe you as his hand on your lower tummy begins to rub in comfortingly slow circles, right over his protrusion.

you whimper and try to shake your head harshly as to refuse his request. you’re using your hands to push as hard as you can against his hand on your mouth and his hip, which isn’t very hard since his third arm has rendered you limp and useless. you don’t push his warm hand away from your tummy though, because perverted intruder or not, it actually is easing some discomfort.

5. restrain yourself or her— check. apart from the fact that he’s had a hard hand clamped on your mouth this whole time, he’s quite effortlessly keeping your writhing body restrained against him as well.

“it’s just me, honey,” nanami quickly says, in a reassuring tone with a bit of humor in it and a kiss to your ear. “—your very, very mean, rough boyfriend.”

the way he’s playfully cooing that he’s a mean, rough boyfriend makes you blink and your resisting hands falter a bit. your eyes flick to the dresser: a bottle of expensive cologne, hair gel, designer watch, a plain leather wallet, the large shirt you’re wearing and the XL sweatpants that are sloppily hanging onto your knees.

you realize as quickly as you squeal in horror under his palm that this has to be your moms boyfriend that she obviously never wanted to tell you about. and clearly, she never told nanami about you. or maybe she did, but since you thought it’d be a good idea not to tell her you were coming, you’re now cock warming your mom’s secret boyfriend who thinks you’re her. the butterfly affect in action.

drunk nanami clearly perceives your squeal of horrifying realization as one of excitement because he chuckles and nuzzles the side of your face. “mmmhm— see? this ‘doormat’ of a man can be greedy too,” he lets out a deep slow breath against your face, “played with your— ahem— pussy for twenty minutes before you woke up.”

clearly, your mother had called him a doormat at some point. the way he says ‘pussy’ is like he’s not familiar with the word. it’s obvious he’s trying to make a point by telling you about his twenty minute handling of your cunt, to prove that he’s capable of acting on his own desires, without being mister nice guy and always catering to his girlfriend’s wishes.

panicked by his ‘twenty minute’ confession, you begin to kick weakly at his calves, but you quickly waver in your attempt when it feels good. the both of you groan into each other—you into his palm and he into your ear, your eyes flutter, and your back arches because the kicking inadvertently sparks some deep, oscillating friction of your connected parts.

“fucking god-damnit,” nanami grunts and lets out a deep breath, “you feel so tight, honey. good god.”

your eyes clench shut at his mortifying compliment but your hands pushing at his hip and his hand weaken to a gentle lingering. he’s not even thrusting and you’re already exhausted, growing dizzy even. attempting to cope with intrusion that’s much too large for your smaller body, trying to escape his unfathomable strength, and the emotional turmoil of the situation— it’s all too much for you to continue to resist so adamantly.

nanami is about to whisper into your ear for permission to begin fucking your body with all of his might but he stops himself and huffs, reminding himself of your mothers cruel words before— ‘sometimes a woman just wants to be taken, kento. i want to feel like you desire me so much that you can’t control yourself but you’re too busy asking me for fucking consent!’

your eyes bulge and you cry out under his palm as nanami suddenly launches his hips into a vicious pace with no warning, your ass is rippling and your body is jerking like a fucking doll with every jackhammer. the power behind these ruts would fuck you right off the bed if he wasn’t pushing your lower tummy and face into him. every ram comes with a deep grunt, a drag of his cock against your panicking walls, and a collision to your cervix.

6. thrust roughly— check. ‘fast and hard is the name of the game,’ nanami remembers reading. he’s familiar with soft love making, being attentive of the woman’s every reaction as to be careful and kind. he’s only ever lost a sliver of control when he’s about to cum, unable to hold his harder thrusts back during that time, but it’s never as rough as he’s being right now.

your hands fly out, one dragging on the bed before grabbing at anything within reach while the other is being forced to replace his hand on your lower tunmy before closing his palm on top of yours to keep it there and to steady you.

“can you— shit!— feel that?” nanami growls, his voice unsteady due to the harsh fucking his delivering to you, “this is what you fucking wanted, right?”

you shake your head, hard, with clenched watery eyes, letting out muffled ‘mmm!’s against his hand. despite the fact that you’re shaking your head ‘no,’ answering nanami’s rhetorical question at all only goes to show how fucked out already you are. nanami’s strength behind every single thrust is knocking any sense or logic from your brain.

“let me take you,” nanami breaths out in a quick pant, “let me take you— fuck!— let me take you. give in— shh— give in to me and this fucking cock.”

nanami can hardly believe the words coming out of his own mouth, words he’s only heard when he was a teenager, rolling his eyes at the locker room talk the other boys were engaging in.

the pathetic moan you let strangle out of you and muffle into his palm because of his deprived dirty talk is diabolically immoral. he’s panting and repeating himself like a wild animal, like he’s losing all control as he pries you open and then lets your pussy close up again, over and over and over. it happens so fast, four thrusts in the span of half a second— which you’d think would be too quick to have any power behind it but it does, it’s powerful and it’s swift.

then, every one of your defenses are falling, with no other option or choice, he feels the subtle shift of you pushing your ass into him to meet his hips, the interlocking of your fingers with his on your tummy, and your other hand moving from his on your mouth to the back of his head to rake your nails through his hair. you’ll deal with everything else later, all you can think about now is how to make him wedge deeper so you can get off on his cock.

“god yes,” nanami coos in appreciation, a wave of affection coming over him to join the toe curling pleasure and he finally feels like he’s won you over through your cunt, “there we go, that’s my girl. atta fucking girl— oowh—never felt so goddamn strangled in my life.”

strangling him, you are. he feels it and you can feel it, your pussy is holding onto him like it’s yearning to conjoin your genitals together for eternity.

your eyes roll back as your tits bounce painfully. if you weren’t completely consumed by the most euphoric orgasm of your life—starting in your shaky legs and surging upward until your vision clouds white and your mind blanks—you might notice his shift in tone. the sudden, effortless stream of filthy words spilling from him is a clear sign of his own climax drawing near.

nanami wants to get even deeper when he feels your orgasming cunt squeeze him harder than ever, so he kicks your knee up with his until his leg is nudged between yours and your leg is resting on top of his. you both shudder at how much deeper he’s able to penetrate now. you can feel his swollen balls slap against your overwhelmingly sensitive clit as his grip on your face and tummy turns painful.

“gonna cum,” he grits out directly into your ear before smearing his face into the side of your head like he’s losing control, “‘m gonna blow my fucking load right into your pussy.”

nanami lets out a drawn out, deep disgruntled groan that sounds almost like, ‘wwhuuaah,’ reminiscent of a middle aged man in porn, as his balls rise and begin to twitch in eager preparation. he’s clearly not familiar with the feeling of a twenty two year olds body and moral nanami had never thought about it before anyways.

he sucks in a sharp breath of air with eyes clenched shut before slamming his hips into you once more, all the way up until your flustered cervix and his smiling tip nuzzle together with affection. it’s as if they have a spirit of their own, more than happy to hug and kiss and get familiar with one another in such a sweet way.

when nanami moves his hand away from your mouth, mid jizz, you inhale a large breath of air as if you had been suffocating the entire time. before you can even shout at him to get off of you or not to cum inside of you and then move to the other side of the room and proceed to explain that you are not your mother in a very loud, horrified way as you pull the sweatpants up your shaking legs— you don’t get to do any of that. nanami instead, grips your jaw and yanks you towards his face before sloppily connecting your lips and shoving his tongue all the way into your mouth that at one point, you swear he reached your throat, muffling any shouts you might have had ready.

your eyes are wide as your pupils race back and forth from each of his clenched shut eyes, frozen with your mouth open wide as he tongues it. your free hand that isn’t trapped under his on your tummy falls from his head and spasms mid air as you feel that first aggressive spurt of cum connect to your cooing cervix.

he grunts and groans into your mouth through his orgasm, rocking his hips in a gyration while not pulling out even a little.

suddenly, just when you think it’s all over, you squeal as he slowly but surely pushes you down with his own body weight until you’re flat on your stomach and he’s on top of you, still completely seated inside of you. your mouths disconnect along the way and he falls completely limp against you as the last of his cum spills from him.

you’re gasping for air, aggressively attempting to catch your breath— partly due to his body crushing you and partially because of the absolutely diabolical sex he’s just inflicted on you.

he hisses into your ear as your pussy goes through the involuntary process of pulsing after your orgasm, effectively milking him of the cum he has already given to you. his arms wrap around your midsection and he cuddles into your back.. “wow, fucking wow. that was amazing,” he breathes out as he too attempts to catch his breath, refusing to pull out despite the overstimulation.

nanami is blissfully unaware as he falls into a deep sleep, the only thing on his hazy mind is the happiness that he’s finally shown his ‘girlfriend’ that he can satisfy her.

once you catch your much needed breath, you immediately start to squirm under him as to push him off. you’re completely trapped under him.

“g-get off!” you shout effectively for the first time all night with a scratchy voice, due to all of the moaning and screaming you were doing, “hello? hey asshole! wake up! you’re still— ngh!— inside of me!”

maybe it was the fifth glass of whiskey nanami had drank a few hours ago at the bar with haibara, satoru, suguru, and shoko but he’s already snoring in an old man way that he has no right to be doing at his age of forty. you quickly realize he’s not going to wake up after slapping the man as hard as you can and you go through all the stages of grief until you land on acceptance.

“stupid old man,” you grumble to yourself, a bit bitter about how relaxed your body feels because of the incredible orgasm he’s gifted you. you can’t bring yourself to admit anything past the fact that college boys simply don’t stand a chance in hell after this experience.

you reach around the sheets as much as possible to search for your phone but you can’t find it since it’s somewhere on the floor after being knocked off by nanami’s jackhammering.

you try your hardest to stay awake because imagining your mother coming home to see her boyfriend lying on top of her daughter with his semi hard dick plugging her slippery cunt as they sleep together in her bed sounds more horrifying than if you’re awake when it happens.

but even though you try your hardest to stay awake, a few hours pass and the exhaustion gets to you.

when you wake up, that crushing weight on top of you is gone and your sore pussy is empty, though you can still feel that echo of what was once molding the inside.

you cautiously take in the sight of the neatly made bed under you and the sun lit room around it that you grew up identifying as your mom and dads room before rubbing your sleepy eyes harshly. your phone is plugged in on the nightstand beside the clock that reads seven am, and you know for a fact that your mother’s shift ends right about now. that gives you thirty minutes to get the fuck out of her bed.

turning over to lie on your back, you wince at the ache in between your legs. taking a deep breath, you sit up and blink down at your covered legs. you’re wearing a new pair of large sweatpants and the same big shirt that belongs to your moms boyfriend.

you peak into the hem of the sweatpants with a cocked brow and blink at your labia that looks a bit too clean after all the cum that was inserted into it last night.

questioning why the sheets have been somehow changed without waking you up, why your phone is plugged in, l why your sweatpants are changed, or why your pussy is lacking cum is pushed all the way to the back of your mind to keep your priority on getting out of this bed. sure, it seems innocent if your mom comes home and finds you here, likely happy to see you surprise her with your presence, but that happiness won’t last long when she starts questioning where her boyfriend slept if you slept in their bed and all the questions that follow that.

you pull the covers back and stand on jelly legs, wincing once again as your pussy silently cries out. you take your phone and shove it into your pocket and grumble as you limp over to the door. you take a deep breath before peaking your head out and looking both ways down the hall guardedly. the coast seems clear, so you race as quiet as you can over to your childhood room before slipping inside.

you avoid the boxes of paperwork your mom stored in here over the years you’ve been gone and enter the connected bathroom to take a shower. you take the opportunity to find some evidence that you didn’t just dream up a man pummeling into you. you cringe as you stick two fingers inside of your sore, sensitive hole just to be met with strings of cum racing down your knuckles as you hold them in front of your face.

you have no option but to slip back into the same clothes you woke up in. you quickly ruffle up your bed as to make it look like you had slept in it before nodding to yourself and entering the living room.

you halt the second you see the back of a large, neatly gelled blonde man seated at the kitchen island. you remember that blonde hair, but it was much messier when you were scraping your nails through it last night.

the scent of breakfast food is vivid and you can hear the quiet sound of him sipping on something.

you’re frozen, unsure of what to do as you just stand in the archway of the entrance to the kitchen/living room.

nanami’s eyes trail up aimlessly and land on the microwave as he sips his coffee. he does a double take at the reflection of you in it and chokes on the hot liquid before setting it down as to not spill. he almost trips over himself as he stands and faces you, wiping his mouth and clearing his throat after he catches his breath.

you’re expecting an ugly, old man when he faces you since you didn’t get a good look last night, but you’re wrong.

you gulp as you take in how handsome the tall middle aged man is, thin reading glasses on his face and he clearly showered this morning, but he has heavy eye bags that expose his hangover and soft wrinkles that expose his older age. he’s wearing an ironed button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, an expensive watch to accentuate his veiny, massive hands, and slacks for bottoms with socks. you immediately get the impression that he doesn’t often wear comfort clothing like the ones you’re wearing of his right now, he’s pristine.

but what catches your eye most is the clear look of guilt on his face and panic brimming just below the surface.

you should feel grossed out by him, but now that you’ve had a very good nights rest after the best orgasm of your life and you’re laying eyes on one of the most beautiful men in town, any anger or discomfort you felt last night has dissipated greatly. you can’t help but let your eyes lag on his clothed cock, which he notices of course, but it only seems to make his mortification grow along with a red blush to his cheeks.

nanami’s taking you in as well, the first thing he notices is the harsh bruising indents of teeth on your neck— his teeth and he immediately wants to repent to a priest. you’re also much smaller than he is, making him mentally curse at himself remembering just how rough he was with you. and of course, he notices how beautiful you are, but in a normal situation where you—a young girl—meets him— an older man— he’d appreciate that you were beautiful for half a second and it would never cross his mind again. but because this isn’t a normal situation at all, your face reminds him of how it felt to hold your mouth closed as he forced himself into your small body, over and over.

a moment passes where you both seem to wait for the other to break the silence. his mouth opens and closes a few times, and your head tilts slightly, watching him with quiet curiosity.

“u-uh hello,” nanami awkwardly greets, clearly unsure of what to do with his hands as they hang on either side of his body, “would you like some.. breakfast?”

nanami’s gaze shifts briefly to the kitchen island before returning to you, prompting you to follow his line of sight. there, three plates of breakfast sit waiting. one is clearly his—half-eaten, with a newspaper folded neatly beside it and a mug that reads, ‘best adoptive dad ever!’ the other two, you assume, are for you and your mother.

you blink at it and then at him before accidentally letting out a snort at the absurdity of the situation, like your mouth had a mind of its own for a second. your hand immediately snaps up to cover your lips as a grimace flickers across nanami’s face, embarrassed with himself for opening the conversation with an offer for bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

nanami mutters a ‘goddamnit’ under his breath, his eyes briefly closing as he tilts his head toward the ceiling, fists clenched at his sides. when he looks back at you, his brows are faintly pinched, his expression heavy with quiet, dutiful sympathy.

“i cannot tell you how sorry i am, i don’t even know what to say—”

“—got any syrup?” you interrupt him casually, walking, well, limping over to the kitchen island where you take a seat in front of one of the plates.

a long beat of silence passes as you take a bite out of the bacon and nanami stands there, stunned.

when you look up at him expectantly, he blinks rapidly, snapping out of his daze. he starts toward the fridge but abruptly changes direction, as if forgetting where things are in his own kitchen. “oh—uh—yes, i believe we do. let me just—” he says, before opening the fridge. his brows knit in concentration as he searches for the syrup.

you watch his tense demeanor with a flicker of an amused twitch to the corner of your lips as you chew, bacon still in hand.

he turns with two options in hand and you hum, considering your options, maybe a bit more leisurely than you should, before you nod at the right one.

he sets the other back into the fridge before placing the one you chose beside your plate, now facing you, standing on the other side of the counter.

you don’t even glance at him as he watches you cautiously, a hint of bafflement in his gaze, like he’s waiting for a pin to drop. instead, you casually pour an obscene amount of syrup onto your pancakes, acting as if last night never happened. the only reminders of his sin are the dark, bruised impressions of his teeth on the side of your neck, the slight limp in your step, and the rag he used to clean your cum stained labia.

his mouth opens and then closes a few times like hes unsure of what to do or say as you take your time eating, all without looking up at him once.

just as he’s about to try speaking again, you look up to gain eye contact and cut him off.

“you fucked me,” you say matter of factly before returning your attention to your pancakes to shove a piece into your mouth and nanami’s face drains of blood, “like, straight up shoved your dick into me while i was sleeping.”

in a regular situation, nanami would never accept this language from a young woman like yourself. but he has to hold himself back from correcting you, you hold all of the cards right now.

“i— i know—” nanami begins with a shaky, terribly serious, apologetic tone but you cut him off again.

“this morning, did you wipe your cum off of my pu—”

now nanami is the one who interrupts you, unable to resist the urge to keep you from saying such a deprived word, “yes— ahem— i did.”

you hum nonchalantly, as if you already assumed so.

a beat of silence.

“and the change of sweatpants?”

he nods and lets out a shaky sigh. “yes, i hope you don’t mind.”

you snicker loudly, which makes his brows furrow in confusion. “you hope i don’t mind if you changed my sweatpants?”

“um— yes,” he says it in a slightly questioning tone, not understanding what you’re getting at.

“i came on your dick and you think i mind if you change my sweatpants?” you laugh, making him blink at you like you’ve just told him he’s terminally ill. nanami hadn’t known what to expect from you, but a young woman who has a dirty mouth that could rival toji’s was not it.

he’s too stunned to tell you that he’s just trying to be polite by saying he hopes you don’t mind, that it’s simply a way of speaking with respect.

another beat of silence as you eat and he manually closes his shocked, parted lips.

“oh, i appreciate the whole foreplay thing, rubbing my clit for— how long did you say?” your brows furrow like you’re thinking back to what he had said last night, “oh yeah, twenty minutes. least you could do before you destroyed my guts— i mean jeez, you’re one strong old man.” you point your fork at him with a snicker when you say the last part.

nanami is surprised he hasn’t collapsed to his knees, his body limp with shock, horror, and utter mortification—every emotion hitting like a theatrical gut punch. your blunt words drive the final nail into the coffin of any fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, this was all some alcohol-induced nightmare.

he had went in for a good morning kiss upon waking this morning and jumped back with a horror he’s never felt before when he realized the snug warmth he’s buried inside isn’t his girlfriend at all—it’s a much younger woman who bares enough resemblance to her to come to the conclusion that you’re her daughter. the flutter of pleasure when sliding out of your gushy pussy after that realization will haunt him for eternity.

“you know you came inside me, right?” you continue and he isn’t even sure if you had been talking this whole time or not but these words snap him back to reality.

“oh fuck.” nanami’s head spins as his hand flies to clutch his mouth, like he’s about to throw up.

“yeah, oh fuck,” you repeat, chewing and swallowing before a flicker of some kind of realization flashes on your face, “ohhh— you creampied because mom had that hysterectomy, i was wondering why it was so easy for you to just fill me up like that without much thought.”

nanami blinks at you, barely able to process your words and you snort at the flicker of a question on his face when you utter the phrase ‘creampie.’

“damn, how old are you? cream. pie.” you space the words out obviously as to make him connect the dots, “it’s pretty straightforward. you creamed my pie.”

nanami cringes at the phrase and then takes a deep breath, attempting desperately not to pass out.

“a-are you on..?” nanami manages to grit out, pathetically and he feels like a dirty, old man who’s just committed a grave sin that will follow him forever.

you huff a laugh and shrug, “on what?”smiling in utter amusement when his face drops and he braces against the edge of the counter like he’s trying not to fall to the floor with his head tucked down.

you burst out giggling and he looks up at you slowly with slowly blinking eyes as he attempts to make sense of how the fuck it’s funny that he might have just impregnated you.

“i’m fucking with you, old man. i’m on birth control, relax.”

nanami lets out a long sigh of relief with eyes closed before leaning down to rest his elbows on the marble counter with his hands clasped together in front of his face, not in the way someone does when they pray, but more like he’s attempting to cope.

after a long moment of you eating your food pleasantly while nanami’s life and job flashes before his eyes, he gulps at the thought of what comes next and stands up once again. “y-your mother, are you going to—”

before nanami can ask you the terrifying question of if you’re going to tell your mother about this, which he knows you have every right to do so, he’s interrupted by the front door opening.

you mutter a quiet “speak of the devil,” just as the sound of your mother’s keys and the door mask it. nanami straightens up quickly and faces her, his movements so sharp that it’s clear he feels like he’s been caught, even though he’s only standing there while you eat.

“ugh, work was so long,” your mother says as she closes the door, but she pauses mid-sentence, her expression shifting to one of happy surprise as she turns to see you. “honey! oh my! when did you get here?”

you give her a smile back as you stand and give her a hug.

you explain to your mom that you arrived last night, noticing the brief flash of panic on nanami’s face. but as you continue, telling her you fell asleep in your bed, in your old room, waiting for her to come home, nanami visibly relaxes and lets out a quiet, relieved sigh.

your mother’s basically beaming at you, bashfully apologizing for not introducing you to her boyfriend sooner as she guides you to the dinner table. nanami trails behind you both, looking as though he’s lost in a dream. they take their seats side by side across from you.

you brush it off and shrug, making her give you a grateful smile.

you may be skilled at acting nonchalant but nanami has never really had reason to lie in his life, not that he’s even speaking much. he’s pale and stiff, and if he’s not avoiding eye contact with you, he’s staring into your soul as you speak as if to anticipate you exposing what happened between you at any second. your mother notices the odd vibe coming from him and gives him a weird look before returning her gaze to you.

“have you guys met before?”

nanami basically chokes on air, coughing into his hand as he attempts to catch his breath.

“before today, no,” nanami says quickly as he’s still in the midst of clearing his throat, “last night i was just— so tired that i damn near broke the bed— ahem— from, you know, falling into it and going to sleep. so i didn’t have the pleasure of meeting her until this morning.”

your mother blinks at him curiously before you speak up.

“wait,” you blink at him with furrowed concentrated brows, “you do look familiar.. we have met.”

nanami’s eyes flicker wide before moving back and forth from you to your mother and he lets out a deep older man laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “huh? no, we haven’t.”

you squint at him like you’re trying to place him before your face lights up, “yeah— wait! haven’t you taught at my school?”

“s-school?” he stutters out loudly, “you’re in highschool?!”

your mother laughs with a confused tilt to her brows as she regards him with a hand to his shoulder, “college, honey. shes too old to be in high school still.”

your mother must not have told him that you existed at all since he didn’t know you were in college. it makes you wonder what he thought your old childhood room was for.

he lets out a huge breath of relief and it’s clear to the two of you that you’re deriving much amusement from making him sweat and he figures he probably deserves it— that, and eternal damnation.

nanami tells himself that if he can just get through today and wait until you’re back on the train to college, he can manage this. but when you smile and casually tell your mom you’re thinking of staying for the entire summer—your eyes discretely flicker to him as you add, “if that’s okay with you guys?”

he feels something good and wholesome weaken inside of his soul as his cock jumps.

“of course you can stay, honey! stay as long as you’d like, right kento?” your mother squeezes his knee in a sweet, wholesome way and his heart drops down to his ass when he feels your socked foot brush against the inside of his calf.

nanami gulps and nods at you, “o-of course— as long as you’d like.”

7. start secretly fucking your girlfriends controversially young daughter all summer long— check.

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brb gonna act like i’m sleeping so he fucks me too

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pwuseraphinee · 20 days ago

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Teo x Rosie because I’m delusional

But I need him to hurt 😋

@14dayswithyou

She looked so pretty in that dress of hers. The way it shimmered under the light as her body would with the body glitter she had begged him to help spray on her. Her ink black hair bounced in loose curls, and her jewelry twinkling with each turn on her head or flick of her wrist. But nothing could outshine her smile, big grin across her face to match her beaming eyes.

Rosie always acted like the world wasn’t watching, moved about like she had not a care to worry about or to contemplate the next day. Yet she always knew just how to live each day to the fullest, cherished it like it could’ve been her last.

Maybe thats how she caught Teo’s attention. They went so well with eachother, as compatible as the stars and the moon, a cigarette to a lighter. They shined together, they burned and created flames together (figuratively and literally).

But even Rosie knew it was too good to be true— because despite their compatibility, Teo wasn’t one for love. What set them apart was there was still youthful innocence to Rosie, who clung onto the hope of a movie romance. While with Teo, it was all casual, love didn’t exist in his film. So Rosie knew better than to act on her feelings, she knew better than to wear her heart on her sleeve.

But it’s only a matter of time when her heart will slip out of its hiding and bare itself all for him to see. And maybe that’s why in this exact party— they’re two different worlds apart once more.

Teo by the kitchen counters, hand resting on the curve of some fling while Rosie danced by the living room’s speaker, smiling brightly up at her date.

Just weeks ago she was crying herself to sleep after she had gotten a text from him that it was over— that whatever dreams of romance she had were done for. But the only thing a broken heart can do from then on was heal. And she healed, moving her body to the music, letting her hair fly around despite it getting in her face. And yet— she still looked stunning with it all tussled.

Teo would know, it was a sight he was used to for months. In a situation like this, Rosie would be glancing his way hoping he’d look in hers. But her eyes stayed on the tall pink hair male.

And it was Teo’s dark eyes on her. Despite his hands busy on his date’s, his attention was solely on Rosie’s.

So of course she felt the staring at the back of her head start to burn a hole. Looking back, sweet brown eyes meet a brooding black. Their eyes hold their gaze before Rosie blinks, sending Teo a small smile before her attention is taken off him by something her date had whispered into her ear. With a pale arm to her waist, she’s led away from the crowd, headed down the hall.

And as she walked, she could still feel Teo’s gaze pinned on her.

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pwuseraphinee · 20 days ago

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Teo x Rosie because I’m delusional

But I need him to hurt 😋

@14dayswithyou

Teo by the kitchen counters, hand resting on the curve of some fling while Rosie danced by the living room’s speaker, smiling brightly up at her date.

Teo would know, it was a sight he was used to for months. In a situation like this, Rosie would be glancing his way hoping he’d look in hers. But her eyes stayed on the tall pink hair male.

And it was Teo’s dark eyes on her. Despite his hands busy on his date’s, his attention was solely on Rosie’s.

And as she walked, she could still feel Teo’s gaze pinned on her.

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pwuseraphinee · 20 days ago

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Hello! Hey! Hi!

How would Ren/Redacted react if angel texted them this?

REN

[ 9:14 PM ] oh!!! [ 9:14 PM ] that's so cute ^.^ [ 9:45 PM ] WAIT, WWAIT WAIT [ 9:46 PM ] ARE ? YOY [ 9:46 PM ] ARE YOU ASKING ME TO COME OV ER?????

[REDACTED]

[ 11:11 PM ] lol [ 11:11 PM ] finally swapping out your haruko plushie for me [ 11:11 PM ] ?* [ 11:12 PM ] im omw

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pwuseraphinee · 22 days ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹗ ׅ ⠀♡⠀︵⠀

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pwuseraphinee · 22 days ago

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I wanna get him so pregnant :(

quick drawing of my lovely wife. i miss them sm omg

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pwuseraphinee · 22 days ago

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Hey emo boy hey hey hey emo boy🖤

(I have no idea how to draw his tattoo, but I tried🤝)

Полноценки это who кстати

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pwuseraphinee · 1 month ago

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━ r. sukuna ! updated nov. 29th, 2024

✧ sitting on sukuna's face

✧ guess who's dick pic is sukuna's

✧ sukuna wants to give you another baby

✧ sukuna loves your new lipgloss combo

✧ fucking at your parent's house

✧ sukuna fucks you awake

✧ riding sukuna

✧ squirting on sukuna

✧ sukuna helping out his lactating wife

✧ oh, it's minikuna !

✧ mutually drunk and silly sex

✧ giving sukuna an oral fixation

✧ pervy!sukuna

✧ heian era!sukuna's first night with his new wife

━ series !

✧ I-T G-I-R-L [on hold] ✧

DON'T BE MAD AT ME 'CUS I'M C★NT, BITCH | R. SUKUNA

✧ ALPHA NU EPSILON [FRATERNITY AU] ✧

part one [m!reader] | part two [m!reader] | part three [m!reader]

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pwuseraphinee · 2 months ago

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THIS IS GOOD ASFF

▷ Impatience

When you come home late & they’re needy.

▷ Body Art

Suggesting tattoos/piercings in the middle of sex.

▷ Delicate

Men who fold under your touch.

▷ Someone Else?

What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you.

▷ Premature

How they jerk off when you’re not around & getting caught doing so.

▷ Give You Whatever You Want

How watching a movie with your roommate goes wrong.

▷ SCREAM VI

Ghostface Geto, Gojo & Choso.

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Gojo who…

▷ Sex Therapy

In which Gojo finds therapy balls deep inside you.

▷ Pervy!Satoru listening to his best friend Suguru fuck you.

▷ Gojo not being able to handle receiving head.

▷ Sensitive Satoru

▷ Getting a call while Suguru’s balls deep inside you. || (pt. 2)

▷ Suguru walking in on you pleasing yourself.

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Choso who...

▷ What You Need

In which your dad, who’s worked closely with jujutsu sorcerers his entire life, finally allows you to meet his best friend— who’s half-curse, half-human, and 100% your type.

▷ “just the tip” with husband!choso <3

▷ Riding Choso in reverse (short)

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Toji who…

▷ Walking in on your roommate jerking off.

▷ Pottery class with Nanami.

▷ Nerd!Nanami who…

▷ First Time?

When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that he’s a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that.

▷ Second Time?

Part two of virgin!sukuna.

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Sukuna who...

▷ Dadkuna & his daughter (fluff).

▷ Higuruma who becomes a different person during sex.

▷ bf!Ino (short fluff)

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pwuseraphinee · 2 months ago

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sᥙmmᥲrᥡ ⨾ sᥙkᥙᥒᥲ ᥲs ᥡ᥆ᥙr ᑲᥱs𝗍 𝖿rіᥱᥒძ— ᥡ᥆ᥙ rᥱᥴᥱᥒ𝗍ᥣᥡ 𝖿᥆ᥙᥒძ ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ⍴᥆rᥒ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍ᥱძ 𝗍᥆ rᥱᥴrᥱᥲ𝗍ᥱ і𝗍 ᥕі𝗍һ һіm.

── .✦ 𝖿іᥒgᥱrіᥒg ( 𝖿! rᥱᥴᥱі᥎іᥒg ) , ᑲᥣ᥆ᥕ ȷ᥆ᑲ ( m! rᥱᥴᥱі᥎іᥒg ) , ᥴᥲr sᥱ᥊, ᑲᥲძ grᥲmmᥲrs

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{ ‘ » ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ'ˢ

ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ . .

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⌞ ⌝ recently you just found out about porn, you knew sukuna knew alot about these things actually you were warned by your parents to never come across about these inappropriate websites— curiousity got onto you when you found sukuna touching himself off to a naked woman you both talked about it and he denied explaining it to you, but there's was a weird feeling when you saw him jerk himself off. It has been bothering you for a while, whenever you see your best friend ryomen sukuna when he lights his cigarettes, brings it to his mouth it made you feel nervous and whenever both of you had eye contact you feel the same too. you were too embarrassed to talk to him about it not until this day you finally had enough and had the encourage to talk to him about it.

ᝰ.ᐟ — ‘ er, kuna. . ’ you glanced outside of the window hiding your embarrassed face. ’ hm? ’ he made a hum looking at you as he focused on driving he held the wheel waiting for your response. ‘ wanted to tell you somethin' but— promise you won't laugh okay? ’ you said angrily trying to keep your calm expression. ’ uh, depends what happened? ’ he turned the music down. ’ so, I have been. . — feeling weird lately

(｡;＿;｡) , , it's like— you know, like. . whenever I see you my body feels weird and whenever you do some things like, smoking having an eye contact with me it feels even more weird! — cause — cause— ’ you stuttered with your words as sukuna raised a brow making a small smirk on his lips. ’ and.. I feel a tingling sensation down here. ’ you pointed at your lower private part as sukuna parked the car near an restaurant. ’ your pussy? ’ his eyes widened. ’ oh, this is called an pussy? ’ you said curiously. ( JUST KEEP IN MIND THE READER IS LOWKEY INNOCENT & HAS NEVER LEARNED ABOUT SEX EDUCATION !! = v = ). . . . . . . ’ have you ever touched yourself before? ’ he asked. ’ yeah! duh. ’ you held your hands together as he laughed. ’ no, I mean like down there. ’ sukuna pointed at your pussy. “ no, I've never tried could you teach me please— ! ’ you said quickly begging.

’ no, do it yourself I guide you. ’ he muttered in disbelief as you pulled your skirt down now looking at him. ’ go in the backseat. . ’ he ordered looking around the place to see if there's any people around, but there wasn't he now fixed the chairs adjusting it so both of you can sit better. ’ kay, so just place your finger between your. . pussy. ’ he said as you took off your white laced panties as you began rubbing yourself between. ’ doesn't feel good kuna— ! you should do it. ’ you said complaining as you stopped looking at him. ’ fine. ’ hehe grumbled now making you lay down as he cursed under his breath fuck he's gonna lose it fingering his own best friend little virgin pussy, was just turning him on he spreads your clothes with his fingers before pushing one finger inside of you. ’ mmh.. that feels good. ’ you gave a hum his fingers were thick, big— he began pumping it in and out biting his lips his cock aching in desperation fuck he wanted to fuck you here and now, but it wasn't the right time.

’ yyeahhh.. ’ you whimpered clenching around his fingers as Sukuna continued to pump, going faster making some wet noises. ’ so fuckin' wet 4me. ’ he groaned. suddenly, you feel something weird rising. ’ feel, somethin' weird. . ’ you warned as white liquid squirted on sukuna fingers you stared panicked. “ did— did I just pee? ’ you said looking at him. ’ uh, no you just came that was an orgasm. ’ he corrected. you know gave a smile as you stared at him and then at his pants. ’ what's that? ’ you stared at his bulge. ’ this, this. . this is when male, gets excited. . or shit. ’ he didn't know how to fucking explain it, all he knows that this is even turning him on. ’ can I see? ’ you asked.

’ what? — . . . . . . . okay. ’ sukuna adjusted his position unzipping his pants as he pulled his cock out, it was big, long thick, veiny, shaved leaking with pre cum. ’ that's big. ’ you complimented. “ thank you?. . ’ he responded as he glanced at your lips. ’ yknow, you can suck it like a popsicle, icecream. ’ he said hiding his small smile. ’ oh really ? ’ you said curiously as you leaned down to give it a lick. ’ yyeaaahh.. ’ he said nodding as you began to lick the tip — you bob your head up & down, sucking on it like an ice cream. ’ yyeah, fuck just like that. ’ he groaned in pleasure holding your hair as he gripped it beginning to thrust to your mouth causing you to gag. “ yeah, fuck, fuck. ’ he cursed continuing to thrust as he came pulling out.

’ eeugh. . ’ you spit it out feeling the warm weird feeling around your throat as you smiled. ’ would it be possible that, to be inside me? ’

sukuna raised a brow panting heavily.

’ yes. ’

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #heian sukuna #fanfic #sukuna

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pwuseraphinee · 3 months ago

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bartender toji x f!reader

swearing , nsfw , public sex , choking kink , bad grammar ( ? ) mdni , hair pulling ! ><

here you are— at the satoru's club you were with your friends obviously you weren't interested at all ! „ you were just forced by shoko and the others they said the owner of the bar will give us free drinks, since they were close. . ? you sat down on the bar stools you watched your friends danced through the music you glanced at the drinks organized in the shelf as you noticed a tall, muscular man, with a scar on his left lips— you couldn't help but think he was attractive. you grabbed your purse to grab your wallet as you rang the bell at the table bringing the attention of the man as his gaze shifted on you. “ yes ma'am? “ the man spoke with a husky voice his attention focused on you, you were having a hard time speaking locking eye contacts with him, his eyes cold, sharp, addictive. “ a vodka please. ” you spoke breathlessly as the man smiled. “ comin' right up doll. ” he turned around grabbing the expensive bottle of vodka as he placed the cup down on the table pouring you a drink. “ it's on the house, darling. ” you gave a quick smile before taking a sip feeling the flavor of the alcohol making a sour reaction— ( ? ) the man kept his gaze on you. “ what's your name? ’ he spoke a bit interested in you. “ [insert your name.] ” you replied.

“ what a lovely name, for a lovely woman— I'm toji. ” he flirted giving a grin after finishing your cup you were a bit dizzy— but still managed to take control. you noticed the man rubbing his temple. “ what? wanna help me with my problem brat? ” he said grinning. “ I'd love to help you. “ you answered slurred as you stood— toji got up as he called one of his workers. “ hey, I be back. ” he said to the black haired man with a pig tails bun. you both headed to the bathroom as he pulled you into the stall of the women's bathroom kissing you.

you took off your heels as he began to lick, kiss your neck before pulling you down he began to undo his belt as he pulled his cock out leaking with pre - cum, he grunted his body shivering as he rubbed his tip onto your lips giving a quick Տᒪᗩᑭ! at your cheek. “ yeah, be a good fuckin' girl and suck my dick veerrryyyyy„ well. “ toji said as he shoved his cock inside of your mouth causing you to gag as you held his muscular thighs you felt his cock entering & exiting out of your throat, fuck— he was big, thick as he continued to fuck your face making a clapping noise. he pulled out before he bended you over the toilet.

“ fuckin' cunt, so wet for me. ” he spoke with a low gutteral growl as he pushed his tip inside stretching you out completely as he moaned being sensitive by your warm fuckin' walls he thrusted slowly making you adjust yourself before he got rougher pounding you from behind. “ oh— ! oH! ” you moaned biting your lips your legs trembling in anticipation he gripped your hair pulling it as he continues to pound. “ fuckin' tight ass— pussy. ” he groaned in pleasure seeing his cock fill you up gets him to the edge, he grabbed your panties putting them over to your mouth making your moans muffled. he slammed inside deeply as you rolled your eyes moaning muffling— your eyes tearing up from intense pleasure he finally came inside of your cunt from the pleasure as he pulled out seeing your cum leak down from your legs, as you trembled falling into the ground.

“ shit, did I break you brat? “ he said showing a bit of concern as he picked you up. “ mmh, I think so. “ you replied looking at him.

“ well, in that case let me clean you up. “ toji spreads your legs giving your puffy pussy a lick.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk toji

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pwuseraphinee · 3 months ago

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sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

fingering , ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ , sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ , ᴍᴅɴɪ , ɴsғᴡ , ʙᴀᴅ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ( ? ) , ᴛʏᴘᴏs

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

honestly the first time you met sukuna, well he was aggressive sort of— you fixed that, well not technically but every time your around him all of his attention goes to 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

it has been a few years since you've become close with sukuna, the king of curses he's usually busy so— both of you never got time to talk which is good, actually? all you can rant about is uraume she listens very— well. it was always awkward when you & sukuna are alone he let's you ramble all the time while he was focused on his works, task, whatever the hell he's doing. „ “ so! I recently, erm — well! like— ” you stuttered embarrassingly trying to think a word as you glance at sukuna, who had his eyes closed was he sleeping? god you were embarrassed to ramble alone! (╯︵╰,) maybe like. . 2 minutes after you went silent, sukuna spoke his eyes opening. “ why'd you stop woman? ” he asked raising a brow he never really found you annoying, but entertaining. you didn't know that— “ ah, well— so! um. . I'II made somethin' sweet for ya! “ you said happily as sukuna was curious adjusting his position on his throne while his other arms held your waist to keep you from falling, you quickly handed a sort of. . food? it's a new thing, sukuna stared at it for a while— “ is that poisonous? “ he said with a low voice as you would bring the food to his face. “ eat it! (*>∇<)ﾉ ’’ you held the strange food — object? whatever that thing is in front of him before he opens his mouth.

you could quite see his fangs as he took a bite of the food you made, his eyes widened as his expression turned onto a cold one, like always— “ it's good. “ he said before finishing it as you gave a smile. “ mmm'ngh, you need a reward, don't ya? ” sukuna said gritting his teeth as he squeezed your chest suddenly. ” mmhh— yes, please need a reward. . ” your voice turned into a pleading one as sukuna was caught off guard by the sudden change of tone, and gosh he fucking liked it. he would spread your legs with his arms damn his cock was itching against his kimono before he inserted his finger into your wet clit— it was warm inside you couldn't help but moan at the sudden— new feeling, gosh it felt different you were so embarrassed “ mhphm, kuna— shouln' do this public. . ” you said as you felt his fingers, long fat fucking fingers enter inside your country moving making a ' 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇! 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇! ' sound every time he pulls out you were so fucking wet for him— he wanted to be inside you, ruin you completely but now's not the time not yet, it's too soon. you let out a soft moan. “ kuna, mmm— mmhh.. (´△｀) ” your toes curled as you felt something coming, it was a weird— intense feeling as sukuna continued to pump his finger in and out inside of you making a squelching sound as he does so going faster & faster— you moaned loudly squirting as he didn't stop. “ wwh— wait!!.. to— TOO— much! — ngghh.. oujjmm.. “ you cried at the overstimulation, he was fucking careless he grinned as he saw you crying in pleasure your cum squirting out everytime he pulls out.

he finally stopped as he let out a groan, low fucking groan he was already hard at the sight of you crying, drooling just for him you went on your knees grabbing at his thighs to keep your balance, you were fucking dizzy— he soon pulled out his cock(s) — pre cum leaking as you gave a small lick, with a sudden thrust your body jolts back making a gag sound he pulled out his cock from your drooling lips, slapping it against your check with a grin. “ be a fuckin' good girl for me yeah? “ he said rubbing it against your pretty fuckin lips— all drooled , exhausted, wet just for him. “ fuckin swallow it whole. “ sukuna ordered without warning— he slammed his cock(s) inside your mouth this time, you gagged choking as he held your hair gripping on it guiding you as you bob your head up and down, taking him fully your nose against his happy trail his eyes glistening with desires. “ mmhgh— yeah, fuck suck it brat. ” he groaned moaning at the feeling of your warm throat he could literally fucking see the bulge on your throat, your eyes rushing with tears as he stood pressing you against the wall before thrusting fastly onto your throat. ' 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐏! 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐏! 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐏! ' you were gagging instantly as he continued thrusting making a loud slam on your mouth as he came — you swallowed his seed as he buried his cock deep inside of your swollen throat. “ fuck. “ he cursed under his breath pulling out from your mouth as you coughed before he stared. “ did you swallow it? “ he asked with a low growl.

you stuck your tongue out your lips covered in his seed you struck the prettiest fuckin' smile, he gave a grin before chuckling. “ atta girl.

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk suguru #heian sukuna #sukuna #fanfic

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𝙎𝙐𝙂𝙐𝙍𝙐 𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙊

𝘴𝘧𝘸 , 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴

( 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 1𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 !! )

modern AU

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── .✦ Suguru was the silent boy you had at your class he was awfully mysterious— the ones who were only close to him was the strongest, satoru gojo & ieri shoko. You weren't really that close to them they would casually ask for help for homework and lessons. Geto was more like— suffer in silence, he wasn't usually active in class but he was very smart & popular around girls more than gojo. You and Suguru would make the most random and long eye contact although it kinda had an effect on you, he was gentle to others often sweet.

You sat in your seat placing your bag down as you looked outside of the window the rain was pouring outside drizzling— you shifted your head to the professor entering the classroom. You held your pen spinning it around your finger clearly bored you observed the classroom as you shifted your eyes onto geto, who was already staring at you he quickly looked away looking for his pen as you raised a brow— pressing your lips together in confusion mumbling to yourself before turning back to the classroom writing on the paper, You took a glance again at geto as you both met eyes together your stomach filled with butterflies your cheeks reddening as you looked away in embarrassment.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 “ God damn. “ You mumbled to yourself as gojo would walk towards you placing a lollipop at your desk as he had one— and shoko too. “ What's this? “ I chuckled my brows furrowed at the sight before looking at geto who was behind geto as I looked away losing my ego as geto chuckled— I FOLDED.

I stared at him & laughed back my eyes lit up at the sight.

’ how could he be this beautiful?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #fanfic #jjk suguru #x reader #gojo satoru

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pwuseraphinee · 3 months ago

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𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 : 𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ;; 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 ( ? )

╰┈➤ 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶— 𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺? 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.

𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 & 𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙡.

〢 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘜𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴— 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

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➤ 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴— 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵— 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

❝ 𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 〢 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭, 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴.

❝ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❞ 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 3𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦. ❝ 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 ? ❞ 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴. ❝ 𝙔/𝙉 𝙇/𝙉 ❞ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶—

❝ 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪? ❞

〢 “ 𝘺𝘦𝘴. “ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 ' 𝙝𝙞𝙨 ' — 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘱 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. ❝ 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛'𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞ 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴— 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦 - 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵. ❝ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. ❞ 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺— 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯.

❝ 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙛'𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩— ❞ 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣! 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣! 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗣!

𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 & 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬— 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. ❝ 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣' 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮? 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚.❞ 𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 , 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.

❝ 𝙛𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙠𝙠, 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣' 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮. ❞ 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 & 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘮.

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