#YOU ARE MY TONGUE YOU ARE MY EYE MY COMING AND MY GOING! OH G-D YOU LET YOUR SAILOR DIE SO HE COULD BE THE OCEAN!!!!!!

[shkspr]

category 178349 drank a lot leonard cohen incident dont call dont text

[talaok]

Win Again

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x sex worker f!reader

Summary: Marcus has won yet another match, so to reward him, his master has granted him another hour with you.

warning: smut| unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), a whole lot of manhandling, he like uses your body idk how to explain it, multiple orgasms, and once again unnecessary feelings cause im not able to write something where they just fuck for some reason

a/n: i know im two days late but PLEASE read this still. (also) basic things for this guy that i've decided are canon: 1)he has a monster cock, like actually scarily big, 2) he's real fucking strong (hulk typa shit), 3) he's not a big talker (but he is a grunter). I need this man to fuck me more than i need my next breath (real), also i did so much research for this fic and you cant even fucking tell

It wasn't often that you didn't dread going to the barracks.

These were strong, ferocious, and dangerous men, and you were but a meek lamb in comparison.

But today was different, today you were seeing him, him who fit the previous description to a tee, and yet was so different from any man you had ever offered your services to.

And perhaps it was because it never felt like you were ever offering anything, ever since that first night, you had never given anything you hadn't wanted to.

The guards stopped as you arrived at his room and you felt a wave of excitement crawl up your spine the moment they opened the door, waiting for you to enter.

The armored men stepped aside to let you pass, the cobblestones on the ground sounding against your sandals as you made your way inside, looking back at the door just in time to see it being shut close.

It was his breathing you heard first, his heavy breathing coming from where you knew his bed sat on the room's left, and seconds after, the creaks of the wood as he stood up, his feet stalking your way.

You turned to him then, a smile almost making it to your lips as you saw him alive before you once again, granting yourself a second to relish in the fact he still breathed, he was still here.

"You've won again" you spoke softly, your hands slowly finding the string holding your dress together.

He didn't respond. The window behind him caused the moon's soft glow to fall on the stone floor, but not on his beautiful face, that, you had to watch closely to inspect.

A newer cut right above his left eyebrow had appeared, and his right arm was bandaged almost completely, but otherwise, he looked fine.

His eyes remained on yours until you'd undone the dress, until it fell at your feet- then, a low groan rumbled from his chest as he took you in, and took his turn inspecting every inch of your bare figure.

"How do you want m-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence that he'd picked you up, effortlessly pulling your body up until your legs slung over his shoulders and his face was buried in your cunt.

He hadn't even given you a second to realize what was happening that his tongue was already lapping between your folds, desperately drinking everything your body gave him.

"Oh my g-" you threw your head back, your skull finding the wall behind you being the only reason you realized he'd moved, and you were now caged between him and stone as you forgot how to speak.

The moans you had faked so many times for so many clients were nothing like the ones your mouth was spilling now, these were higher, coarser, feral, and the way you were gripping his hair... there was no way that didn't hurt.

"Y-You only" a whine interrupted your words when you felt his tongue plunge into your hole, when he started fucking you with it just like he would with his cock "You only h-have me for an hour" you breathed, your thighs squeezing tighter around him contradicting the words you were about to speak "d-don't you want me to p-please you?"

His grip on your ass only tightened and his mouth halfheartedly parted from your core to answer you.

"You are"

And just like that, he'd gone back to work. The moment his mouth closed around your clit you knew you were done for, you knew there was no point in fighting what was inevitably going to come, and so you shut your eyes, as he brought you to heaven.

Your moans were getting higher and higher as your back arched to feed more of yourself to him, desperately craving the feel of his touch, of his nouse, of his beard against your thighs, of the lips he so devoutly was using to suck on your most sensitive spot.

"F-fuck- general I-" The fist you had wrapped around his hair tightened as every muscle in your belly did the same "Oh!"

Somehow, through all the chaos, while you were coming all over his face, while your moans reached levels never reached before, the only thing you could feel or hear, besides pure ecstasy of course, were his groans, his groans as he drank up every drop of your juices, as if your orgasm was bringing his as much pleasure as it was to you.

You barely had time to open your eyes that his strong, big hands and even stronger, bigger arms had pulled you down until your legs hugged his waist instead.

You really did weigh nothing for him, and if that wasn't enough to prove it, the next minutes definitely would.

Your heavy breathing was fanning over his mouth as he freed his cock from his pants, but while you were expecting him to kiss you, having been blatantly staring at your mouth since he had any way of seeing it, every thought in your brain turned to dust when with one hard fucking thrust, he drove his cock into you- or the first few inches at least.

You couldn't talk, you could do nothing but throw your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of it, and let him take whatever he wanted to take.

"I'm not a general anymore," he said with another thrust, stretching you out even further, even deeper.

You wanted to laugh at his words. Now? Now he was feeling the need to correct you? When you could barely breathe, let alone think?

But he didn't look interested in hearing a response from you, not when he grabbed your waist, and definitely not when he started moving you up and down on his shaft with just the sheer force of his muscles.

The moans, the lewd moans that crawled up your throat were filthy, even filthier than the sound of how wet, how unbelievably drenched you were as he plunged into you over and over, as he literally used you as a fucktoy, filling you up more and more, until he was finally sat inside you to the very hilt, until his pubic hairs were grazing your skin and the tip of his cock was touching your cervix.

"Oh my god" you whimpered, feeling tears prick your eyes as your toes curled at the feeling.

You could feel him everywhere, everywhere.

But he didn't pause, he wasn't one to take his time, and perhaps that was because he didn't have much; he resumed his movements again, retracting his hips while he pulled you up his cock, and slamming into you while pushing you down on it, leaving you breathless, a simple doll at his mercy.

His groans and growls were deep and filled with lust, just like the way he bent down to take your left tit into his mouth, just like the way he was fucking you, deep and hard, and God- God it was happening again.

"s-shit" you squeaked, your walls squeezing around him as you bit your lip, so fucked out you could barely remember your name or anything at all that wasn't how good he was making you feel.

"O-Oh my fuck-"

The arms you had intertwined behind his neck tightened with every spasm of your hole, with every flutter of your belly, until you'd come once more.

You opened your eyes, letting them trail downwards, to where his lips parted to suck in ragged breaths, begging him for a kiss.

"again" he said instead, and your eyes widened as you felt him starting to move anew

"I-I can't"

He looked at you now, really looked at you, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, and then- then he kissed you. Marcus Acacius kissed you the same way he'd been fucking you for the last hour: like an animal.

It was a mess of teeth and tongues and yet it felt like the best thing on earth, better than wine, better than life, even better than the sex- it was perfect.

"again" he ordered once more, and what could you do, if not comply?

So he started again, he started fucking you again, even more ferociously than the previous time, even if you didn't think it possible.

The way his skin slapped with yours was drowned by both your desperate sounds, your legs started to tremble, beginning to fall from his hips as he moved you up and down his cock like it were nothing, and you- you didn't even know where you were anymore.

"please" you begged, a single tear of pleasure, of overstimulation falling to your cheek as he kissed you again, muting all your cries as he drove himself into you like a madman, like he was possessed.

"Time's up"

Two knocks sounded from the other side of the wall together with the warning, and you thanked Marcus for having rendered you such a mess because otherwise, that would have reminded you of how little time you two ever had, and how miserable everything really was.

His movements sped up at the notice, his dick plunging into you over and over and over until finally, it was happening again.

"give it to me" he said, and you did exactly as he asked- you gave it all to him, screaming and crying you let him have all you had to offer, feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

He came loudly just after you, groaning deeply as he filled you up to the very brim.

Out of all the words you could have said to him then, all the things you wanted to tell him at that moment, you chose none, because none would have said anything he didn't already know from the look in your eyes, from the same exact spark in your irises that ignited his own.

So he helped you to the ground until you stood on shaky legs, walked to where your dress lay on the floor, and dressed yourself again, his eyes never leaving you.

The door opened just as you were done, and you turned to him one last time again, a smile pulling at your lips.

"Win again for me, general"

He looked at you too for one last time again, as he thought about how you didn't know, you didn't know how big of a role you played in his victories, how many times he could only think of the taste of you, smell of you, feel and voice of you as he took his opponent's life, as he fought for another hour with you, another second.

"I will" he promised

[starkeyisthelastname]

can you plzzzz write more pornstar!rafe i love him !!

pornstar!rafe is a different breed of dirty 😿

Pornstar!Rafe who had no idea what he was doing at the door of your apartment a few weeks after the scene you had shot together. He had fucked a lot of women, on and off camera. Never did he once go back for seconds, he just wasn’t that type of man. Maybe it was perverted of him to pay your agent to give him your address, but nonetheless it worked for him as he knew it would. He kept thinking about you, and he didn’t know why. Sure he fucked a lot of pretty girls, but something about you made him want more.

You looked up in surprise when you heard a late-night knock on the door, wondering who could be visiting at such an hour. Due to your line of work, you didn't have many friends or family, so unexpected visitors were a rarity. Slowly getting up, you made your way to the door and looked out the peephole. “Rafe?” You whispered to yourself, feeling your stomach drop. How did he know where you lived? What was he doing here? It made you nervous but in such a curious way.

As you opened your door, you immediately noticed his towering figure. His piercing blue eyes met yours, drawing you in. It had slipped your mind just how imposing his height was, even when dressed casually. A baseball cap concealed his messy blonde mullet, while a simple t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans accentuated his broad physique. You saw the familiar smirk come to his face, making your pussy flutter and forget any concerns you had on why he was there in the first place.

“Keep your fuckin legs up.” Rafe spat, a head full of dirty blonde hair in between your spread thighs as he ate your pussy like a starved dirty man.

It had been all of 15 minutes and this man already had you on the brink of an orgasm by just his tongue. The way his head moved back and forth, smearing your sweet and sticky juices across his thick mustache, had you gasping while you tried to hold your legs back. Your body was becoming limp though, his pert nose rubbing against your swollen clit as his tongue rapidly licked through your soaked folds.

One hand that was hooked on the underside of your thigh, fell as your stomach tightened and eyes started rolling back. You felt two thick digits slide into your creamy hole, pushing themselves to hit your G-spot. “O-oh fuck…Rafe.” You mumbled, eyebrows squeezing together as your eyes came back to watch him.

“Greedy fuckin hole likes gettin' finger fucked, huh?” His words were dirty, only making you clench around them as he shot you that cocky smirk.

You nodded, mouth falling open as he drilled them in and out of your leaking cunt with brutal force. You wondered if he would be just as nasty off camera, but never thought you'd see him again unless you filmed another scene together. (At least you were hoping you two would.) He was proving to you that his porn acting was who he was as a person, and he was just as filthy as he was on camera.

That smirk faded as you refused to answer him, his blue eyes darkening into something a little more sinister. Abruptly pulling his fingers out, he shoved them inside your open mouth, pushing them deep until you gagged. His other hand came to your poor pussy, slapping it roughly as you squealed around his digits at the hard smack. It wasn't until he shoved three fingers in without warning that you realized he was not playing.

“Not a big fan of repeating myself. Yeah, slut? So I suggest you answer my fuckin question.” His voice low as he stood up to lean over you. He removed his fingers from your mouth, wrapping a hand around your throat to squeeze.

His left hand moved inside you at a rapid pace, repeatedly bruising your sweet spot as he choked a reply out of you. This man was on a whole other type of level, and you knew you couldn’t hold back any longer. “Please… k-keep fingering me. D-don’t stop. Gonna cum so hard.” Your voice strained as he applied pressure against your neck.

You could feel your eyes rolling back again, head spinning and cunt pulsing as one more push of his fingers did your climax hit. In the porn industry, you weren’t known for being a squirter. There you were though, letting a fountain of clear liquid spray both of your bodies as you completely let go.

You barely had time to recover, before you were flipped over with ease, thick cock cramming itself in your sopping cunt as he yanked your hair back. “You better fuckin start listening to me. I don’t ever fuck a girl twice, even on camera. Feel lucky I wanna make you my own personal whore.” He rasped in your ear, the butterflies hitting your tummy at the thought of having this deranged man in your guts over and over again.

[nymphomatique]

nerdy, loser miguel so pussy starved and hungry, eating you out with his whole soul, but you just keep degrading him, one hand yanking at his hair and shoving him back down every time he breaches for air and hissing at him because “come on, nerd, you’re the one that begged me for a taste. now do it right or get the fuck out.”

im so normal about this your au is feeding me 🫶🏻

totally not going insane over this ask btw ❤️

cw: munch!miguel makes his return, cunnilingus, fem orgasm, praise, hair pulling, nerd miguel EATS, slight d/s dynamics, one singular slap in the face (sorry)

i can’t like omg imagine his glasses on his head while he’s trying his best to please u :( but you’re his first so he doesn’t know what to do so he tries to lick like he’s seen in the porn videos (which he won’t admit) he watches.

and you’re sooo frustrated because what kind of man doesn’t know where the clit is?? even though miguel means while you won’t stand for it as long as he’s your property!

“been beggin’ to eat my pussy and you’re just waffling down there. pissing me off,” you huff. you grab his head by a handful of his hair and pull him to where his mouth is directly above your clit. “see that? can’t even call you four eyes with your glasses on your head n’all. make sure your mouth stays there. got it?” miguel nods feverishly and looks down expectantly. “you can start again.” you allow him and this time it feels different.

a good different.

you can’t help but you let out a gasp as the expanse of miguel’s tongue licks and sucks on your clit passionately. “f-fuck, you’re doing so good for your mistress right now. keep going.” you breath out, gripping his hair even tighter and pulling him into your sopping wetness.

“taste so good, mmhp,” he moans into you, his hands moving from their place under him to grip at the expanse of your thighs rather tightly. he licks up and down and even sticks his tongue into you, which makes you squeal and close your legs around his head. wordlessly he pushes them apart and pins them down, lifting your pelvis in the process, a small oh! leaving your mouth at his display of strength.

miguel looks at you with a dazed expression on his face before he goes back to licking into your cunt, his nose bumping into your clit as he explores you with his tongue. you can’t control your moans anymore, letting out babbles of “fuuuckkk right there, oh my god miguel- so fucking good for me,” amongst other praises.

“g-gonna come, slow down a bit,” you exhale weakly, feeling the pleasure begin to burn and overwhelm you. but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going as if he’s in a trance, your pulling and pushing at his hair leaving no impression on him.

“oh- oh my god i’m cumming!” you moan out, your whole lower body convulsing. miguel seems to have snapped out of whatever trace he was in and you meet his brown eyes that seem shy once again. his lips are covered in your cum, his cheeks flushed, his skin glowing with the slight sheen of sweat, his hair perfectly tousled thanks to you with his signature black frames sitting atop his head. he has the audacity to ask “d-did i do good?”

you smack him in his face for asking such a stupid fucking question.

you pretend you don’t see his boner after that.

can u tell i got carried away after the first two sentences cus LMAO

[engstlersbueckers]

E. Engstler NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Haven’t seen anyone do this yet. lets mix it up.lmk what ya think and apologies for any mistakes!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s an angel when it comes to aftercare.Asking multiple times if she was too rough with you and no matter how much you insist you can do it on your own,she always cleans you up. “Uh uh. You stay right here I got it baby.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Emily’s an ass girl. I said wtf I said. She’s always grabbin on your ass. Loves rubbing it when you’re cuddling and dont get me started on when she’s fucking you from behind. The sound your ass makes when she’s hittin it from the back drives her crazy. As for you,her hands(quite literally) have a chokehold on you. All she’s gotta do is move her hands in a certain way and your mind just fixates on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s addicted to making you cum. She wont stop until you’re gushing all over her fingers,tongue,strap,etc. Your taste is something she can’t live without.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory,)

She’s not really super secretive about what she wants to do with you. If it’s something she wants to try she’s gonna tell you straight up.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh she definitely knows what she’s doing. The best sex you’ve ever had in your life was from her. The way she fucks is unique,but she can lay it down like her strap is attached to her body.

F=Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. Like i said a few letters ago she loves the feeling of your ass bouncing against her.And in doggy,she can still get up in your ear and talk to you,pull your hair,and reach around and play with your clit all she wants.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not much laughing during the act but afterwards she’ll have you cracking up. Usually saying something dumb like “I hope I wont lookin’ at you all crazy I was really into it.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She always says “The only hair you’re gonna find is on my head” so do with that what you will.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You mean everything to her so she fucks you like it. She takes her time to warm you up before she even takes off her own clothes.When she’s putting her strap in you, she holds you really close and kisses you while she slides it in. “There it is…That’s my fuckin’ girl.So pretty for me.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t touch herself much. Maybe on certain occasions like an away game she’ll call you and you get off together. But not much other than that. She has great self control.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s pretty big on asphyxiation. She loves to choke you. Especially if you’re in front of a mirror,she loves seeing your eyes glaze over in the reflection and feeling how tight you get when she does it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Yall have pretty much done it all over the apartment. But her personal favorite is in the shower.The warm water running down your bodies while you kiss and touch all over each other,the way she presses you against the shower door. Theres something about it thats so hot to her.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sounds you make get her so riled up,but it’s one particular sound you make every time she hits your g-spot,it almost bottoms her out she loves it so much.“Oh my god,fuck. Make that noise again baby,I love it.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything either of you are uncomfortable with you wont do.Pretty straightforward.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves giving you head.Every single time she does you damn near have to push her off you to get her to stop. The sensation of her piercings just intensifies it too.So anytime shes licking up your slit,or sucking your clit you can feel them<3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely depends on the mood. If you’re feeling really intimate,she’ll fuck you nice and slow and deep. Taking her time to fill you up to the hilt. But when she’s angry or really fired up,it’s game over for you.She’ll have your eyes in the back of your head within seconds. Just pounding away at you like you’re her favorite sex toy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

There’s not really much time in either of your schedules for quickies so you don’t really do them often. Unless it’s right before a date or an important event and you have some time to kill.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Both of you agreed to be pretty open minded with a lot of things,including things that involve your sex life.So she’s almost always down for experimenting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Baby,she’s an athlete. She can go for however long she pleases. She even teases you about being able to keep up after a couple rounds. “No way you’re tappin’ out on me already? C’mon gimme one more.”

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Most of the toys that you own she uses them on you. Of course you can use them whenever you want but she prefers to help you out. Like if its a vibrator she’ll sit you between her legs and keep it right on top of your clit while she teases your breasts and talks you through it.“I know…I know baby. You’re doing so good for me. Makin’ me so proud.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves teasing you. When she does it she’ll do something real subtle like “accidentally” resting her hand waay too close to your inner thigh. Then when you call her out she’ll play dumb.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s more of a talker than anything.But she prefers when you’re the one getting loud for her. “Dont cover your fuckin’ mouth lemme hear it. Let everyone know whos fuckin’ the shit out of this pussy.”

W = Wild card (a random

headcanon for the character)

Okay..personally I feel like she’s really into phone sex. Like i feel like a broken record when i say that she loves being verbal with you. And she thinks it’s so hot that she has the power to get you off even when you’re miles away from each other. Of course she’ll always leave you anticipating what she’s gonna do to you when she comes back. “Hope you don’t have anything planned cuz once I get home I’m tearin’ that pussy up.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s not on some wimpy dick shit. When she says she’s packing,she doesn’t just mean there’s a strap in her pants. That thing got some size to it. Her biggest one she has in “the shoebox” is an 8 inch. (It’s also your personal favorite :) )

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She can be hard to read sometimes,but when her sex drive is high,you can tell because she gets really handsy. Not just the usual touching but she’s constantly grabbing your ass ,kissing all over your neck,she can just be straight up pussywhipped sometimes.

A/N:Yay you made it to the end!! This is my first ever time writing one of these so I really hope you liked it. If you have any requests my inbox is always open. I love youu<3

-S🩷

[andi-kook]

hard thoughts on step dad jungkook !!!

WARNINGS: PWP smut, pseudo-incest, rough finger fucking, slight exhibitionism, daddy kink, slut shaming, slapping, hair pulling, marking, biting, no aftercare cos mean jk, you are in your 20s while jk is in his 30s ♡ i just got sooo horny seeing jungkook’s fingers so yeah. fuck i miss him. i want to ride him so bad.

step dad jk who would pull you on his lap at the dining room, flipping your skirt to expose your white cotton panties and began palming your cunt while kissing you – your mother showering upstairs after cooking breakfast for all of you. you placed your hand on his buff chest, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to push yourself away from him, but this only angered your step dad and tugged your hair harshly as his hand cupped your already wet cunt aggressively. “i told you not to resist me,” jungkook would say, dark round eyes glaring at your flushed face. “you’re mine. i’ll take you whenever, however, and wherever i want.”

you could only whimper as he tugged at your hair. “now open those thighs for me, baby. let daddy fuck you with his fingers before your mom comes down and sees us – not that you’d be bothered by it. you’re a slut anyway.”

his dark chuckle sent shivers down your spine and a jolt of lust that made you wetter. jungkook ordered you to suck on his fingers, maintaining eye contact as you did so, before he used those same fingers to furiously rub your clit inside your panties. you arched your back in pleasure, gripping his polo and the table tightly as jungkook began to suck and nibble your neck.

“f-fuck, d-daddy,” you moaned, biting your lower lip as jungkook’s fingers enter your slick hole. “oh fuck! daddy!”

“so tight, baby. how come you’re still so fucking tight after i fucked you so many times already, hmm? not letting any cock inside you? only daddy’s?” jungkook bit on your skin, making you jump, clit grazing his rough palm.

“y-yes daddy. i-i only w-want your c-cock,” you panted, his thrusts going deeper, fingers curling inside you. “daddy, please, g-gonna cum.”

“not yet, wait for my go signal,” jungkook said through gritted teeth. “you’re not going to cum until i say so.”

“but daddy–,”

“hey guys! i’ll be down in a minute. you can start eating without me!” your mom exclaimed from upstairs, making your eyes wide and your heart race.

jungkook didn’t stop fucking his fingers into your squelching pussy. “come on, baby, don’t be rude. answer your mother.” he taunted, a lazy smirk appearing on his face.

“o-okay, mo-m!”

“good girl,” your step dad praised. “we’re going to wait for your mother to come down those stairs before you cum, okay?”

you were mortified. you stared at jungkook with wide eyes. “what? jungkook, no, that’s–,”

he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and slapped you with that hand, narrowing his gaze at you. “who said you can say no to me, huh? who told you to call me jungkook?”

you cowered in fear, curling into a ball against him. “i-i’m sorry d-daddy, i just–i got scared.”

he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “seems to me you need some punishing, baby. you’re awfully defiant these days,” jungkook placed his fingers back inside your hole. “i’m going to fucking destroy you tonight, baby. in the meantime, don’t cum until you hear your mother coming downstairs. got it?”

you nodded furiously, grinding your hips against his palm. “yes daddy, fuck, i’m sorry. i-i’ll be a g-good girl, promise.”

jungkook hummed as he connected your lips, asserting dominance with his tongue and you let him. and when you heard those familiar clicks of your mother’s heels coming down stairs, jungkook picked up his pace, making you bite on his lip as you fought the urge to moan out his name. daddy.

click, click, click.

“cum on daddy’s fingers, baby,” said jungkook through his bitten lower lip. “slut, you want your mother to see us, huh?” he teased.

click, click, click. two more steps and your mother would be in the living area already. you felt that familiar knot in your stomach.

click, click.

you came and jungkook pushed you off him, pulling his chair closer to the table to hide the patch of wetness on his pants along with his aching boner. your legs shook, almost making you fall face flat on the wooden floor, but fortunately – you caught yourself. you caught your breath as you walked to the refrigerator to grab yourself a glass of water.

“hey good morning, babe,” you heard your step dad greeting your mother followed by the sound of them kissing. your skin crawled. “thank you for cooking breakfast. it’s really good.”

“you’re welcome, hun. of course, you guys deserve the best breakfast. y/n, what are you doing there? come sit and eat before you go to school,” your mother’s sweet oblivious tone reached your ears. “have some more, honey. i know you have a long day at work today.”

you gulped down the glass of water in your hand, bringing it with you to the table. from your peripheral vision, you watched as jungkook picked up the sausage with the same fingers buried inside your cunt just moments ago. then, he sucked on his fingers, glancing briefly at you with a sly smirk ghosting on his lips. “hmm, taste so good.”

[jesuistrestriste]

sage sage sage, sorry for blowin up your ask box, but your writing is just😫😫 (i just looked through your rules and i didnt see anything against pegging and ik youve written like ass play before, so im hopin you're alright with it)

anyways. art is such a cute patootie and the only thing my mind will allow me to imagine rn is either slowly fucking art or helping him ride your strap gently and, right as he's about to cum, and while he does, he just says he loves you over and over, thast all he can say, all he can think about, all he knows is just how much he loves you

god he's adorable

art’s sure he’s never felt as good as he does when he’s sat in your lap, your hands on his sides and your strap deep inside him. it’s perfect—in every single way.

you hold him so tenderly and let him move the way he wants. you never try to tell him what to say, or how loud to be, or how to take it. you just hold him close and let him do his thing.

his head is lolled forward onto your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your back so that his hands can cling to you, and he’s breathing faster and heavier with each roll of his hips over the pink silicone pushed right up against the most sensitive place in his body. everything is drowned out except for the feeling of your skin against his, the bumping of his prostate, and your whispered words in his ear.

“you’re so handsome, babe… fuck, you’re taking it so fucking well…”

he just holds onto you tighter and moans into your neck, shifting on his knees slightly so that he can gain leverage and start to fuck himself faster on you. “ohhh..! hah—! m-mnnghh….”

your touch shifts; one hand over his thigh and the other reaching up to tug and stroke lightly over the back of his bouncing blonde curls. he keens, all whiny and urgent, like he wants you to pull harder on his locks. like he wants you to really manhandle him.

but you know he doesn’t. not this time, at least. it’ll only make him cry, even if he doesn’t realize it.

“that’s it, art, there you go,” you whisper to him lowly and breathlessly, helping to steady him upright in your lap as he rides you feverishly now, chasing a high that’s creeping up on him hard and fast, “good job.. fuck yourself on my cock…”

your words only drive him further towards the edge, his body clenching around the toy as he shudders and digs his fingers into your upper back.

“oh my g-god-d—please—“ he gasps, his chest pressed against yours as he leans in close and whimpers, “i’m gonna come—“

and you move your hand immediately from his thigh to his aching cock, tugging on it slickly as it slips through your fist, and he buckles forward in the next instant just as he’s crying out.

“oh, i’m coming! i’m coming, baby, i’m cominnggh—i lo-i love you so—muh-much— i’m—!”

you moan with him, unable to hold back your own noises as you hear his orgasm rip through him and cause him to whine and shudder helplessly.

“i love you, i love you, i love you,” he whimpers, his eyes pricking from oversensitivity as your hand continues to stroke him, the strap resting inside as the waves of heady pleasure flood his nervous system. the waves go on and on endlessly, his sweaty frame jolting in your arms.

you stroke his hair and slow your touch, kissing the side of his head. “i love you too… god, you came so much..”

his sticky release coats your fingers like glue. you squeeze the base of him.

he nuzzles into your neck and greedily sucks air into his burning lungs, chest heaving with little moans for exhales, and he nods.

pulls back from you after he comes down, and you two share a messy kiss. lots of tongue and spit and tired noises of residual pleasure. he pulls back and suddenly tears are welling in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks, and he’s begging you for comfort with just his crumpled expression.

you frown and reach up with your clean hand from his hair, wiping at the wetness tenderly with your middle finger and thumb, and he leans into your gesture of care with a shaky sigh. he closes his eyes.

“i love you more than anything,” you speak to him softly and earnestly, barely audible.

he nods.

he sniffles wetly as his eyes flutter open to look into yours. tears cling to his lashes.

“more than anything,” he repeats.

he leans in and kisses you again, soft and sweet and needy and with no doubt in his mind that you meant what you said.

he loves you.

god, he really loves you.

[madamechrissy]

busty reader is mwaaah n all, but im humbly requesting something for the girlies (me) who are built like a beanpole. like there is nothing going on

Hey angel, I actually did two of them already if you mean smol boobie readers. But if you mean slim/slender ladies, I have got you! Have a threesome fic hehe. :D

Satoru/Suguru x Slender/skinny fem reader- MDNI- Explicit (oral sex, fingering, Satoru and Suguru low key flirting and kissing each other lol)- 700 words- Them being competitive, bisexual low key, and slutty over reader

💙I'll Win💙

"Oh look at you, so tiny could fuckin throw you." Satoru Gojo whispers, as he's positioning you on your knees, hands sliding down your slender waist and hips, long fingers pressing into your pelvis, behind you as Suguru Geto comes in front of you on the bed.

"And these itty bitty, perfect tits." Suguru murmurs, hands covering them completely, as these two buff men take you over, Satoru's cock his hard against your ass, as Suguru is sucking your breasts into his mouth, nearly taking the entirety of one hungrily.

"Suguru... Satoru..." You whine out, as they're overwhelming you, Suguru's hand sliding down your rib cage, Satoru's wrapping around, coming between your slim thighs and finding you wet and eager.

"Cute little ass on me too. Oh, she's so ready for us already Sugu. Taste her." Satoru leans over, shoving his fingers in your slick heat, then Suguru is sucking your arousal of Satoru's fingers, moaning.

"Fuck she tastes good. I need more of that." Suguru has you on your back then, your little breasts are heaving, your nipples taut and rock hard as you gather yourself, but it's impossible with the two of them taking you over.

"No, no, I eat first, thank you." Satoru shoves Suguru out of the way, kissing down your stomach that's sucking in and tensing as you feel your heat pooling in it.

"Nuh- uh, mine." Suguru shoves Satoru out of the way now, his chocolate eyes glaring, long dark locks falling softly on your bare skin. Satoru pouts those pretty pink lips, looking at you with baby blues.

"Tell him to stop being mean, Pookie." He asks you, and you giggle then, cupping his pretty face as you lean up on your elbows, then brushing back his white silky hair.

"Can't you two share?" You ask, with a pretty little smile, batting your lashes, and the two of them glare at each other, then look at you with desire in their eyes.

"Oh, fine, but I get to stick my tongue inside first. You can take the clit, Sugu." Satoru leans between your slender legs too, spreading them, hands pressing in so deep they hurt in the best way.

"No, I get that first, my tongue is longer." Suguru sticks out his tongue now, and your heart falters, as you see the black tongue ring sticking out of the middle. You whimper then, arching up, and Suguru grins. "She wants me first."

"You whore, whipping the tongue ring out." Satoru whines, but soon he's lapping at your clit, and the pleasure is wracking through your body, you're gasping, hips bucking up for more as Suguru shoves his tongue inside your tight entrance. "Mmm, taste s'good, fuck."

"Mmm! Ah!" You're crying out as their tongues work you at the same time, as they're wrecking your mind, and you're falling apart under them. Your pussy is dripping down their faces, a set of brown and blue eyes looking up, as you're clinging to their hair, gasping and shaking with pleasure.

"Cum for me."

"No cum for me!"

They're going harder now, and you do cum, so hard you are blinded, just seeing spots and sparkles, then two long fingers slide in, stretching you so much. Your eyes open to see their faces covered in slick, so sexy then Satoru kisses Suguru, and Suguru backs up, feigning disgust by him, earning Satoru's cackle.

"Don't kiss me, I want her to kiss me." Suguru says, and you giggle, Suguru leaning over you, his firm lips on yours, and he moans softly into your lips. Satoru is still fingering you, long finger hitting past your gummy little walls, pressing your g spot. Suguru drinks your cries. "You're such a good kisser."

"I am a better kisser than you, Sugu." Satoru's lithe body is on yours now, kissing you deeply, pulling back breathless for a moment, white lashes lowered over dilated blue eyes. "You're so pretty."

"She is pretty. Will be prettier on her knees." They have you on your knees again now, both of their huge cocks in front of your face, and they're both grinning as they look down at you.

"Oh God..." You murmur, while they also push you on your hands, your tiny little ass in the air, smacked hard by Satoru's big as hand.

"Can you take both in your mouth, love?" Suguru asks, and you realize you're really in for it.

Hope you enjoyed! All bodies are gorgeous and I have fun with these requests ;) Much love.

[thedevilsoftruth]

♡-Sea of Sin-♡

Gyomei Himejima x F! reader

After a long night of Gyomei blessing you with overstimulation with just his tongue and fingers, you finally ask him for his cock and catch him off gaurd by a request to not go easy on you.

Warning: Smut!!! Pwp? Unprotected sex, overstimulation, piv, oral and vaginal fingering ( f ) not beta read, sorry!

Song recommended: Sea of Sin by Depeche Mode

Minors dni! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

Gentle, large hands were grasping your shaking thighs, holding them wide open as your husband drank the honey from your hive.

He'd been going for hours. How many times had you come? Neither of you knew, but what you did know is that your husband had been satisfying you in ways you could never imagine. Your tiny fingers were curled in his short, black hair, encouraging him to go harder. And harder he did, his three thick fingers pumping in and out of your well-used cunt as he sucked at your oversensitive clit.

A loud, lewd mewl left your mouth as he curled his fingers against your g-spot. He hummed against your clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy to shake through your body. Your back arched off the futon you shared and your eyes fluttered shut.

" Gyo... fuck! D-dont stop, baby. "

" Don't plan in it. "

His tongue swiped up and down your dripping folds, his thick fingers stretching you open, preparing you for his cock. He sucked at your tiny clit, and you moaned loudly, a chant of his name leaving your puffy lips like a fucking prayer. His fingers prodded and curled against that special spot he knew you needed him most repeatedly, your legs shaking in his strong hands as he drove you near that edge of ecstasy. You couldn't stop moaning, and you clung onto his hair for support as he feasted on you like a starved man.

" That's right, angel. Let me hear you. "

His words, soft and gentle and oh so encouraging, sent you right off the edge, and you came onto his fingers. Hot liquid dripped down your cunt, coating his fingers which he was still pumping into you to help you ride out your orgasm. After a few moments, he withdrew his fingers and lapped his greedy tongue against your cum-coated cunt.

" So good, "

You could feel him moaning against your sweet pussy, eating at you once more like he had been doing once more. And now, he finally felt that you were ready for his cock. He rose his head up, his hair disheveled, and his chin glistening with your essence. He leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

" Darling, may I make love to you? "

His voice was so sweet, so innocent despite everything he was doing to you. You whispered a soft yes, granting him your consent. He urgently, almost immediately started taking off his belt the second he heard your words. The sight was amazing. Your tall, muscular husband sitting upright as he straddled your waist, taking his white belt out of the loops of his pants. He wasted no time stripping himself of his clothes completely.

He made his way back up to your face, kissing you gently as the thick head of his cock prodded against your entrance. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as he slowly, painfully entered you.

" My love, " he grunted. " I don't think I can be gentle tonight. "

You winced at the slight sting of your cunt being stretched wide, your face scrunching up in pain as he sank into you. You looked at him and placed your hand on his cheek, a low hiss leaving your lips.

" What... what if I didn't want you to be gentle? "

His mouth fell open. His heart skipped a beat, and his eyebrows raised in shock.

" My love, what if-- "

" I can take it! "

You were so desperate. Tonight had been different. Usually, you like going slow and sensual, but the way he had you severely overstimulated arose something inside you that wanted to try something different. Gyomei would normally reject you here, but he had been so caught off guard by your words that he wanted nothing more than to give you exactly what you wanted. After all, what kind of husband was he if he couldn't satisfy his wife in bed?

So, he smiled and he nodded his head.

" If that is what you wish, I am happy to oblige. "

And no words would describe how sinfully good the sensations of his cock being fully settled into you felt. Sure, it hurt, but after so many years of making love with him, it was a good kind of hurt. Especially in the scenario where there was no line between pain and pleasure. And your sweet cunt was so sensitive that any slight movement of his cock was able to send you spiraling.

He paused for a moment, allowing you to get used to his size before he slowly started rolling his hips against yours. Soft moans were already coming out of you, despite how small his movements were.

" Does that feel good, dear? "

Oh, his voice made your pussy fucking flutter. The way he was smiling at you, the softness of his voice, the feel of his cock inside you--it was all too much for you to bare. You wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him deeper into you. The both of you moaned, and he braced his arms on either aide of your face, curling his fists into the sheets. He picked up the pace once he was confident he had you in a comfortable spot, his hips snapping against yours, his ears picking up on your soft, sweet noises.

He was giving you that smug look again, and he leaned his head down to burry into your neck. His lips grazed and pecked at the nape of your neck. His large hand trailed up to cup your breast fully, and you moaned loudly.

" I'll take that as a yes. How about I help escalate it, hmm? "

He grunted, pulling out fully only to just slam back in. And yes, it hurt. But he knew you could take it. He felt a little wrong for doing it, but how could he possibly feel bad when all of it felt so right? And you were fucking loving it, clawing at his shoulders and moaning his name loudly, your tight pussy clenching onto him for dear life.

If only he could see the sight before him. His lovely wife sweaty and needy as she clung onto him, her eyes rolling back and her puffy lips parting as her beautiful voice moaned his name.

But he could feel it, and oh, did he love it. He was convinced that nothing in the world could match up to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your warm slick. It only motivated him to give you the finest of satisfaction. So, he reached between your spread legs, and he pressed his thumb against your clit, the same way he had before. You cried out in pure euphoria, your legs shaking around his wide, thick hips.

His hungry lips pressed a trailed of hot, wet kisses from your neck to your jaw. He made his way up to your puffy lips and captured them in a passionate kiss. You felt like you couldn't breathe, your body consumed in pure ecstasy as he gave you exactly what he knew you needed.

He rolled his calloused thumb against your overstimulated, swollen clit in harsh circles, making you gasp against his lips and dig your nails further into his skin. His name left your lips like a prayer, and a small smile crept upon his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut and his cock burying deep into you, so deep until it hit that special spot inside you that he knew would drive you mad. You screeched out, your back arching off the futon and your hips bucking towards him.

" G-gy--o-oo-mei... Right there, yes, fuck. "

You were right on the edge of oblivion, and he had taken your desperate pleas as encouragement to go faster. His cock repeatedly kissed that special part of you, sliding in and out of you at a pace that he rarely fucked you at.

It was all too much for you, and he could tell you were getting towards your painful breaking point. He kissed your lips and intertwined his fingers with yours.

" Breathe, " He reminded.

" You're taking me so well. You're so close, I can feel it. C'mon angel. "

He was panting, but that smile that you loved so much never left his handsome face. Suddenly, he got a devious idea. He parted your legs further, and, in one singular swift move, he lifted your legs above his shoulders. You gasped at the sudden move, and his cock slid, painfully against your cervix.

You scratched at his forearms, your nails digging so deep into his skin that you were sure you would draw blood. He began to get worried.

" Is it too much, angel? We can stop at any moment. "

" I know, I know. But please don't stop, I'm almost there. "

Who was he to deny you?

" As you wish, my dear. "

He let his thumb press against your clit again, his cock working in unison to help you reach your peak. And he was feeling it too, that familiar sensation building up in his abdomen. He began to lose control, and his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he fucked you into oblivion.

You both were panting uncontrollably, and a bead of sweat rolled down Gyomeis handsome pale face. He huffed out, you moaned, and he drove in and out of you harshly and quickly. In, and out. In, out.

" Darling, I'm about--to c-cum. Tell me, where can I? "

He was breathless. And you, you were gasping for air and begging for release.

" Inside. Please. "

It only took a few more thrusts of his hips and a few more strokes to your clit until you both came shattering down.

It was a rare moment. For both of you to release at the same time, and for Gyomei to finally be not constantly worrying about hurting you, was not something that happened at all.

Ropes of hot cum flooded your senses, and spurts of your own would drip down onto his greedy cock. He let your legs down so you could relax, and he kissed you deeply, keeping his cock buried deep inside you.

His muscular chest heaved up and down, and you wrapped your arms around his sweaty neck.

" I am sorry if I hurt you at all during that. How do you feel? " he asked once your lips departed and you were able to catch your breath. He ran his large thumb over your soft, hot cheek. You smiled.

" I haven't felt this great in a long time. Thank you, my love. "

The rest of the night would be spent with his hands giving you an amazing massage you so desperately needed after a long night of being tangled in his arms. He would occasionally whisper sweet nothings to you and would praise you for how well you took him. Just like he always did.

[dreaisgrayte]

I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR WORKS. YOU HAVE ME SCREAMING AND CRYING. The amount of detail that you put into them is MWAH the freakin chefs kiss 😘 you have been promoted to my #1, please never stop what you're doing ❤️❤️❤️

on another note, would you mind if I requested a scenario with Gojo? Maybe something about fem!y/n being from a high ranking rival clan, who the Gojo clan has despised for their entire existence. Maybe y/n has always had a crush on satoru ever since they first saw each other as kids, but since they were raised to hate each other it never went any further than a small lil crush. but now they're adults and both powerful sorcerers, her feelings kind of just pop back up out of nowhere and satoru finds it amusing how even after all this time and the things that their clans told them about each other that she would still have her little puppy crush on him. Maybe it could be like a she fell first and he fell harder scenario? i'm a slut for those oh my gosh

thank you so much!!!!

That's so so so sweet of you! Honestly, got me giggling and kicking my feet. Careful, I will propose, istg. This... turned into a monster while writing it. I came up with a silly little plan and a silly little idea to incorporate into your request and then this monstrosity was born. If I wasn't told to stop... I might've never stopped writing on this. I L O V E D this idea. Friends to lovers/1 fell first then the other fell harder I EAT UP EVERY TIME. So, here's what my whore brain wrote <3 love you and I hope you enjoy!

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Gojo harasses the women he's actually into (he forgets how to flirt so just ends up bullying them), teasing, flirting, kissing, cowgirl, missionary, raw sex, a lot of touching, feelings...so many feelings

word count: 6.1k

The Crave | Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

“Are you sure they’ll be there? I don’t want their son to look at our precious daughter.” Your mother holds you closely to her legs, clicking her tongue in annoyance when the maid nods her head. “Unbelievable. You hear that? Do they think they can parade that freak of nature around Japan? Well, they’ll have to see our daughter as well. She’s got the normal amount of eyes and isn’t staring at everyone with those ugly blue ones.” Her tone is harsh and for a six-year-old you, it’s hard to understand why she’s so angry. You also doubted that the young boy had six eyes.

Your father walks into the room, straightening his tie with a stern look on his features. “As long as they keep him away from her, everything will be fine.”

But as you were brought into the party, still close to your mother – you saw nothing but a boy with snow white hair and brilliant blue eyes. Sure the way he glared at you was slightly off-putting, but he was just a boy. He was alone in the room, but everyone seemed to be talking about him. Even your mother shamed him behind a gloved hand. 

Your heart aches. What did he do that warranted such disgust for simply being alive? The Gojo clan and your clan had been at odds since the very conception of both. They bred powerful sorcerors for fame, gain, and wealth. He was yet another product of selfish desire, born into a role and body he didn’t ask for. His life ahead would be filled with always the underline of being strong. Somehow; being uniquely gifted gave him the responsibility to be used like a tool. You knew your fate wasn’t far behind his.

Though, his eyes sparkled like he knew some deeply funny thing about the world. That – even though his destiny was surely to be used up by his clan – there were still things to be enjoyed in the world. It made your…stomach hurt. Both a swirling breeze of cool and a stifling wave of heat. Boiled and frozen, pumping whatever this feeling was straight into your tiny brain. 

That was the first time you ever saw Satoru Gojo, and you’d soon come to realize around the age of 10 that you had developed an infatuation with him. Children surrounded you, chattering about how you and Satoru were going to get married when you were older. Of course, you blushed and stayed quiet – which in hindsight wasn’t the best idea since the gaggle of children went screaming at Satoru about how you wanted to marry him. A less-than-ideal situation because those sapphire eyes tracked you down amongst the crowd and 10-year-old Satoru smirked. You were utterly done for.

Thinking back on the encounters you’d had with Satoru Gojo, you were glad your family hated him. It gave you an excuse to hide behind that fact because still – in your 20s – his face would appear in the back of your mind. You’d heard things about the miraculous powerful sorcerer he’d become from your boss at the special unit for special grade sorcerors. Your mother called you about 30 times just today to remind you Satoru wasn’t the strongest, you were. The Gojo clan was sneaky, they didn’t care about anyone else except for their gain. Your parents had raised you to be wary of anything the Gojo clan did, one misstep, and suddenly you’d be shipped off to the States. 

It was a mix inside your stomach. The Gojos were not to be trusted and you most definitely were not allowed to interact with their heir. So when your boss comes waltzing up to you with a wide smile on her face, you know that rule is about to be broken. “YN, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Her laugh comes off rushed. Your boss knew about the tensions between the rivaling clans, working with special grade sorcerors required her to do so. Then why? Why the hell did she pass over a report with that stupid fucker’s face on it? “There’s a powerful curse roaming around Shibuya that needs the attention of,” she pauses, scrunching her face in thought. 

You sigh, the annoyance in your body pooling in your joints. “Two extremely powerful sorcerors?” You offer, the fakest smile known to mankind presenting itself on your lips.

Nevertheless, she lights up and hits her fist on the flat of her palm. “Exactly! See, this is why we have you on the team!” She exclaims with a little too much vigor for your taste. 

You watch her for a moment, noticing the way her long blue hair bounces around – almost like they were cheering you on as well. “Right…” You drag out the word, glancing at the file folder in your hand. “Why can’t Gojo handle it by himself then?” Her excitement seemingly drains from her face. You take note immediately. “Boss, how powerful is this damn thing?”

༘⋆✿

Meanwhile, Satoru had the same look on his face – annoyance. He understood having two special graders go on this mission would ultimately be the best option, but you? What sort of sick play of the fates was this? You were always so, he groans running a hand down his face, perfect. Your reputation, your battle tactics, hell even your coworkers thought you were the best. That’s insane. What kind of person even has all of their coworkers think the best of them?

He tosses your folder to the side of his desk, wanting to bang his forehead on the surface of the hardwood just to make sure he is seeing things clearly. The higher-ups were always comparing him to you, making sure he never fell behind in anything. Your clan was just a bunch of prissy stuck-up snobs… but then again… so was his. 

It’s useless, he was stuck going on this mission with you because no matter how powerful he was, he would never have power over himself. He reaches for your folder again, flipping it open. Along with the neverending list of your accolades and magnificent achievements, was a picture of you paperclipped to the stack of paper. A few beats of silence pass as Satoru stares at your face. 

After a few more minutes he grunts and shuts the folder again. He focuses on pulling the black cloth back over his eyes. The curse would be a piece of cake, especially with both of you on the mission. That’s not what he was worried about per se. The tricky part was how unbelievably pretty you had gotten to be and how there was a growing ache in the pit of his stomach. Fuck, this was going to be a shitshow. Then again, he couldn’t help but wonder – with a growing smirk on his face – if you still had that puppy dog crush on him.

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“Yes, right this way ma’am.” A blonde man guides you toward Satoru’s office. He’s in an interesting outfit, not the usual sorcerer apparel. His tie is black and white forming an interesting pattern. His calm blue dress shirt is tucked into a pair of beige slacks. He’s very handsome and also looks very tired. Probably from dealing with all of Satoru’s bullshit if you had to guess. 

He stops in front of a door and you almost don’t catch how his body deflates quickly with a tiny sigh before he’s back to normal. “Before I go in, please just call me YN.” Your body moves on its own, planting a hand on his rather muscular shoulder. 

He attempts a smile, but it falters almost as soon as the corners of his mouth reach their peak. “Call me Nanami, Nanami Kento.” He extends a hand and you gratefully shake it. He seems nice. Then, he opens the door and leaning up against a desk is none other than Satoru. 

Satoru is in uniform and you’ll be damned, he looks too good in it. How can someone that lanky pull off a baggy uniform? His fluffy white hair spikes out in a messy ‘I woke up looking this good’ way. Your heart – against every inch of your being, is thumping wildly in your chest. You should’ve double-checked his file to conclude he doesn’t have six ears. What if he can hear how erratic your pulse is? His azure gaze is locked in on the man beside you. “Thank you, Nanami,” Satoru smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You hear a grunt beside you and then Nanami starts walking down the hall. You watch him leave, wishing he could’ve stayed longer. You hear a loud cough from inside the room. Furrowing your brows you turn your gaze to Satoru, who looks irritated. “I thought you came to spend time with me YN, yet here you are not even paying any attention to me.” He complains, standing up. 

You press your lips into a thin line. “We’re not here for a playdate, we have business to do.” You reply with a lash of venom in your cool tone. Satoru glances off to the side with an airy laugh and smirk. What was he laughing about? You were growing more frustrated with every second. 

“Mmm, playdates remind me of when we were children.” He’s still looking off to the side like he’s watching a memory play out that only he can see. His gaze is back to you in an instant. “You had a crush on me, remember?” He cocks his head to the side, a teasing grin taking over his stupidly handsome face. 

Your body cools with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. Oh, so he wanted to bring up the past? You put on your best ‘fuck around a find out’ smile. “Yeah, but that was before puberty hit and I had standards.” You answer the tone of your voice higher and sweeter than before. Satoru raises his brows as an amused expression takes over his face. “Shall we get to business now?” You snap, which only makes him burst out laughing. 

Satoru is walking toward you now and the alarm bells in your head start flashing. “Hey, before that I have a question I’ve been dying to know.” He leans down, planting a hand on the wall next to your head to be level with you. You stiffen, growing uncomfortable. Not with Satoru being this close, but with how much your body seems to enjoy it. 

Your brows knit together and a frown tugs your face downward. “What?” You fume, jerking your head to emphasize the word. Satoru observes you, that feeling in his stomach clawing its way up. His gaze falls to your lips for the slightest of seconds. 

He swallows, the vexing emotion wanted to be near you, beside you, touching you, in you. How troublesome. The only way for Satoru to get rid of this feeling was to somehow annoy you to the extent you never came around him again. Granted – you didn’t anyway, but this exception had nearly driven him to the edge already. “When you were little, did you ever create an illusion of me? Did you hold his hand? Practice kissing him?” Satoru inquires, feeling full of himself. Your whole face drops. You must be in a different world because he did not just ask you that. A garbled scoff sounds from your throat as you gape at him, utterly dumbfounded. 

You try to process what the hell is going on by opening and closing your mouth, raising your hands then dropping them again, and blinking rapidly. “Oh my God,” are the first words that you say. They’re also the next few thousand words you say considering how many times you repeat the phrase. 

By this time Satoru has dropped his arm, regarding you with a rueful grin. He’s backed away a few paces and you finally point a finger at him. “You are disgusting. You mean nothing to me. You’re such an annoying,” You’re panting, anger rolling through you in cold and hot waves. “An annoying.” 

“What YN? An annoying what?” Your eyes are going to bulge out of your head. He’s smirking again! Smirking!

“An annoying fuckface!” You scream, throwing your hands out in pure frustration. You groan exasperatedly before storming out of his office. 

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Had you really called him a fuckface? What did that even mean? Satoru is staring at the ceiling of his city-rise apartment, unbelievably shell-shocked from the events earlier today. He flips over on his side. It hadn’t gone exactly like he planned, although he didn’t put much planning into the whole thing. Tomorrow morning you’d both meet up at Shibuya station to track down the cursed spirit. He should probably apologize for acting like an idiot…he groans and flips back onto his back. 

Morning comes like a weight of bricks. You’re both standing awkwardly in the station. The people passing by must sense something because none of them even look your way. Satoru points to the stairs leading to the street level. “Uh, we could always patrol the rooftops…” He’s being so awkward. It was honestly a hit to his ego. Usually, the ladies ate up his tease em’ and leave em’ tactic. As he stares at you a blood-curdling scream echoes from the street above. Dust shakes off of the parts of the station as a loud explosion shakes the ground. 

You glance at Satoru and he nods his head, a knowing smile creeping up his face. Finally, some fighting to get his mind off of whatever asshole thing he’d manage to say to you next. As you both reach the street ahead you’re met with chaos. Cars are being flung by a large lizard entity, but it has eyes everywhere on its body. Satoru is about to gauge an attack but you burst out laughing next to him. His footing stutters, eyes widening as he takes in your genuine laugh. It’s… kind of majestic. You hug your stomach, doubling over in laughter as you extend your hand to point at the cursed spirit. “Looks like,” you snort out a giggle, “Looks like you have some competition for having the most eyes.” 

Gojo is immediately taken aback by your words. A woman runs screaming past you as you wipe a tear away from your eye. “Now let me show you a thing or two.” You sprint toward where rubble and wreckage cause obstacles. You make light work of climbing atop a sizeable pile of rebar and pavement. “Hey, lizard breath! Over here!” Jumping up and down, you wave your arms in the air. Did Satoru have to do anything? You seem to know what to do. 

He watches you with a small chuckle as the monstrosity turns its bulbous eyes toward you. In the blink of its mucusy eyes, your image doubles. Thousands of you spread across the street, then start attacking the main body. Satoru grins, jumping in to join. “Think you could have all the fun without me?!” He yells toward you. 

You’re surprised he could easily see which one of you was the real one. Though, you guess that’s what all those eyes were for. You were working off of one another – working with each other. If your clans could see you now. You’re both laughing and fighting like taking a walk in the park. Surprisingly Satoru can’t keep his eyes off you. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to protect you or simply because as you fought alongside him you proved you didn’t need his protection. When you were with him you didn’t rely on him. No, you could handle yourself, which made Satoru crave your attention. He was the strongest…but with you by his side, his strength would finally be supported rather than taken for granted. 

It doesn’t take long to deal with the cursed spirit and for once Satoru is glad you’re required to come back as a team to fill out paperwork. That way he could get a little extra time with you. He smirks to himself as you finish up in Shibuya. 

He likes the look of you in his office, sitting on the couch in the corner with a small table in front of you. A laptop, a stack of papers, and a cup of tea are all somehow set on top of the small space. Your hair is falling in front of your face as you crouch over to type away the report. He was supposed to be working too, but he’d be damned if he broke his gaze now. “You ever going to stop looking at me and actually fill out some of those files Mr. Gojo?” You hum, still concentrating on the screen in front of you. Of course, you’d figure out he was gawking, it’s not like he was hiding it. 

Satoru clears his throat and glances away. “You can call me Satoru,” He pouts. When was the last time Satoru had requested a woman call him by his given name? Out of everyone else’s mouth, it was a simple endearment, but out of yours? That was something else entirely. 

You sigh, pausing in your efforts to finish the paperwork before dawn. You roll your lips into your mouth and tap your chin. “I think I much prefer fuckface.” You say, then smile sweetly. 

Satoru nods his head, pushing out of his seat. “Yeah? You want to call me fuckface or you want to fuck my face?” He banters. Your body tenses as you watch him sit on the edge of his desk. There's a pressure building in between your thighs that you can’t ignore. Your body feels like there are phantom touches caressing all of the places you yearned for Satoru to touch. 

You huff and turn away from him. “Back to this? Where’s your dignity, your charm, your manhood?” You ask. You jerk to the side, shaking your head. “No wait- that’s not exactly what I mean to say please don’t-”

Satoru is already laughing. “My manhood? Damn, you really must be thinking up all sorts of illusions in there, but,” he crosses the room, stopping in front of your table. He pushes the laptop shut with his fingertips. “The real thing is always going to be better darlin’.”

It suddenly seems very hard to swallow, so you let out an awkward laugh before gathering up your things. “Right, sure, I have to go.” You stumble over your words, rushing for the door. If you didn’t get out of this room right now you were sure bad things would happen. By bad things, you meant letting your guard down for a second around a man who was just flirting with you for the hell of it. You were a part of a rival clan, which meant he couldn’t have you. That also meant he wanted you more than the average woman. Of that, you could be certain, but you wouldn’t be some plaything Satoru could throw to the side once he’d had his fun. 

Behind you Satoru’s face had fallen, his chest rising and falling quickly as you scurry out of his office. Good, now that the real threat had been dealt with, he had some paperwork to finish. You’d be safer away from him, not wrapped up in his clan dealings and always having to live for others. For once, Satoru wanted to be truthfully selfish – sure he would go out, drink, party, enjoy one or two ladies, but in the end he was left with himself again. Satoru couldn’t save himself and he was scared that the only one powerful enough to pull him out of this desperate cry for help…was you.

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A couple of months pass by without hide or tail of Satoru. Working alongside him was honestly…freeing. You weren’t held back by the possibility of someone weaker getting hurt. You groan, turning your face to the sky above you. It was gratifying being able to let loose with your own powers. Usually that many mimics will render you immobile, but you were able to spring into action right next to them. “Ma’am, a report from the Tokyo campus,” A file is passed in front of you. As you glance through the pages you turn to glance at your boss. 

She seems busy chatting away with one of the other sorcerers. You blow out a sigh and tuck the file under your arm. “Call them back and tell them I’ll be there within the hour.” You glance down at your sweats, wincing at the fact you wore such comfortable clothes to work. “Maybe make that 2.” You mutter, a disapproving scowl taking over your face. 

You ran home to change into a pair of running shoes, black leggings, and whatever shirt was on top of your dirty laundry. Unlike someone else, you couldn’t teleport, so public transportation was your only way to reach the Tokyo campus area. Walking up the stairs takes a little more effort than you’d like to admit, but when you reach the top you’re met with a shirtless Satoru Gojo and Nanami Kento training. Your jaw practically dislocates from your mouth as you gawk. They were gliding through the air and Nanami somehow had a more excited expression on his face than before. Of course, Satoru notices you first, but that allows Nanami to get a whack in. “Hey! That was foul play.” Satoru hisses, holding his cheek. 

Nanami shrugs, bending down to pick a towel off the ground. “Should’ve put your infinity back up.” He then glances at you and smiles. Your heart warms and a cheesy smile appears on your face. “Hey YN,” He waves and for a moment you’re awestruck by how handsome he is. The Lord was kind to these men. So…so very kind. Both of them were muscular, their abdomens shaped into ridges and divots. Biceps, triceps, everything went on in rippling splendor forever. You’d thought Satoru had maintained a scrawny figure, but you were certainly proved wrong and you were so glad you were. 

 “Hi there Nanami.” You walk over to him, picking up a stray water bottle on your way. You hand it to him but he shakes his head. 

“Thank you, but that’s actually his,” he juts his thumb toward Satoru and your face falls. You toss it toward the silver-haired man and he annoyingly catches it with ease. 

He glares at you, throwing his towel over his shoulder. “Yeah, thanks YN.” He grumbles. Nanami nods toward the school building. 

“If you let me wash up I can take you to Yaga’s office.” He’s back to smiling and honestly, you might have a thing for smiles. 

You latch your hands behind your back and giggle to yourself. “That would be really sweet of you Nanami.” Satoru snorts out a laugh on the other side of Nanami. You shoot him a glare. 

“Why are you callin’ Nanami by his first name but you don me fuckface?” Satoru shoots toward you, frustration twinging all of his happiness from the earlier training session. Nanami peers between you two, and then his brows shoot up with an airy laugh. 

“Oh my God you’re the one that called him fuckface? That’s so fucking funny.” Nanami laughs toward the sky, a soft sound coming from him. 

Satoru grumbles to himself, rolling his eyes like a frustrated child. “You are coming with me.” He growls, latching onto your wrist and pulling you toward the school. 

You stumble over your footing as he yanks you down the pathway. “S-Satoru w-wait oh my God!” You yell as you finally enter the building. He tosses you into the room you know to be his office. You falter backward, catching yourself on his desk. “What’s going on, what the fuck was that?” You hiss. He stalks toward you, throwing his towel onto the couch with a little more aggression than you’d like. 

He closes the distance between you, his nostrils flaring and eye twitching. “Oh so now you call me by name? Oh well, it’s too late for that now princess. You’ve pushed me far enough.” He laughs hotly moving between your legs. He’s massive and his skin is warm, you can feel the heat radiating off of him through your pants. He towers over you in an overwhelmingly torturously attractive way. 

It was hard to understand what was happening with the ringing of your heart covering all rational thought. “What are you saying? I’m not the one that made all those stupid jokes,” You mutter, looking away from him. He hisses, grabbing onto your chin and making your gaze settle back onto him. 

He laughs dryly as you blink questioningly at him. “Yeah? You had that stupid crush on me, that’s what caused this.” He spits, but you still can’t decipher what he’s trying to get at. 

Your lips part, letting out a small exasperated breath. “Listen, I didn’t mean to crush on you again, just old habits die hard I guess,” You explain, groaning as his grip tightens on your chin. His face looks tormented like some great plague has taken over his body.  

He scoffs, tossing your face to the side. You grunt with the impact, narrowing your eyes in annoyance. “Again? Haaa,” He covers his eyes with his hand, groaning softly. “You ran away from me then ignored me YN… how does that scream ‘I have a crush on you?’” The hand that was over his eyes drags down his face. You don’t have an explanation for him because you barely had one for yourself. “You must’ve sent one of your puppets to walk around the streets by my apartment, the campus, but the one thing I can’t figure out is how you got one of them to walk around in my head. I can’t see anyone except you and I’m going crazy.” His eyes are pained and his breath is labored. You finally understand. 

“Satoru…” You whisper his name with all the softness in the world, years of loving him building up into an insurmountable emotion. He turns away from you, covering his mouth this time. 

“Fuck YN, don’t say my name like that.” He hisses and you swear you can see playboy Satoru Gojo’s ears blaze a red color. “You weren’t even trying earlier, but you made me so jealous. Nanami was flirting with you right in front of me and I couldn’t do a damned thing about it. I wanted to both be Nanami and beat the shit out of him.” He slowly lets his gaze turn to you again. “I think I’m in love with you YN,” His voice is nervous, and his eyes are flittering all over your face, searching for answers. 

In love with you? Satoru Gojo was in love with…you? After all the years of your mother telling you to stay away from that boy. You were never supposed to be in this situation, especially not with the head of the Gojo clan. But you know what they say… actually, you didn’t really care about some emotional quote that would relate to this very moment because all you wanted to do – craved to do, was kiss Satoru until the sun set behind the Tori gate. 

“Our clans aren’t going to be very happy about this new development.” You chuckle and Satoru rolls his eyes. 

“That’s not an answer YN…” Okay, so he wants words. A confirmation? What exactly did you feel? Was it love? Was it something different? You didn’t have to know now, time would solidify whatever love is. All you can do is put a name to what you’re feeling.

You smile, a blossoming feeling thumping in your chest. “Yes Satoru, I love you.” You almost don’t get the words out because Satoru slips a hand into your hair and brings your mouths together in a passionate kiss. He kisses you like he’s been a starved man all his life, like he’s never wanted to kiss someone this badly. 

Satoru is obsessed with the way you gasp between kisses and how your eyes squeeze shut. “You can open your eyes, I’m the real thing.” He chuckles and brushes his thumb against your cheek soothingly. 

You weren’t afraid Satoru was one of your illusions, but rather how real this was in the first place. When you really want something you shouldn’t the whole world kind of falls away when you get that thing. When Satoru kisses you, it’s only him and that was terrifying for someone who constantly surrounded herself with things. You peek through your lashes at him anyway. “The same thing goes for me, I’m real.” You state lamely. 

Satoru blows out a chuckle, grinning mischievously. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that, maybe you should show me.” His eyes darken and the sweltering heat you felt before nearly doubles in size and intensity.

You put your hand over the one he has on your cheek, lowering it until his fingertips brush against the swell of your chest. His brows shoot up and before he has much time to react you move it lower to the apex of your thighs. His breathing falters as he stares, eyes swimming with lust. “Come on Gojo, show me what a rival clan can really do.” The corners of your mouth lift in an enticing smirk. 

For all the time he was irritating and downright egotistical, Satoru is a good listener now. He pushes you into the desk, groaning when your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “You sure do drive a hard bargain.” His mouth tickles against your neck, kissing a trail down to your shoulder. He pauses, taking in a breath. “Mmm, you smell so good,” He mumbles against your shirt. You flush, embarrassment running hot through your veins. Did he like the smell of your dirty shirt? If you’d known the situation you’d be in right now, you would’ve put more thought into what you were wearing. 

He brings himself back up toward your face, planting a deep kiss on your lips. A selfish moan breaks through as Satoru works his lips against yours. “God, you’re so good at that.” You breathe out. A satisfied hum rumbles from his chest. 

You take in his chest, appreciating the view. This earns a chortle from Satoru. “You know, I’m starting to think you only like me when my shirt is off.” You lean into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your eyes widen when you realize there’s something hard pressing into your thigh. How you didn’t feel it until now is a mystery because that thing is one of the 7 wonders of the world. Satoru grunts, pulling you up and off the ledge of his desk. “Do you feel that? I think I finally understand what the elders were talking about. All I want to do with you right now is ram my cock into you until I have you writhing under me. Then finish fucking my cum into your cervix so you can mother my children. That way, your parents will have to like me and my clan, because you’ll be a Gojo.” He’s being serious right now, setting you down on the couch. 

You bite your lip curiously. “Do you plan on wedding me Satoru Gojo?” It’s a loaded question that he didn’t have to answer. It was a sweet moment and there you had to go asking a question like that. You don’t expect Satoru to sink onto one knee, take your hand, and place loving kisses on your knucks. 

He meets your gaze, electricity burning between the both of you. “May you wrap my heart around your finger one day and bear my burdens as I will bear yours.” What was even happening? Marriage? Surely this was one big dream, because years ago when you were both kids even imagining this day seemed like a far-off occurrence. This was all so sudden, but in all honesty, when have the two of you ever conformed to conventional standards? 

You were certain of one thing, you didn’t want your first time with Satoru Gojo to be on some dusty couch in the corner of his office. “Satoru… do you think we could continue…” You glance down, running your tongue over your lips. “This elsewhere?” His eyes glimmer, his mouth quirking up in a grin. 

He stands, still holding your hand. “I just basically proposed to you and all you can think about is getting in my pants. Man, rejection stings.” He tuts, shaking his head. You roll your eyes as you both laugh, a heavyweight finally being lifted. Yeah, this felt right. 

All at once you feel nauseated and dizzy. You squeeze your eyes shut, grasping onto Satoru like he was the only thing that could hold you up. “What the fuck was that?” You gasp, blinking your eyes open to find a completely different scene than when you closed them. 

Satoru caresses your cheeks, grounding you to him. “Sorry, I promise you’ll get used to it, well… maybe not, but still I’m sorry.” 

“Where are we?” You gasp, hands still clutching his arms as you peer around the living room you appear to be in. It feels less than lived in like someone staged the whole apartment – which is what you assumed Satoru had teleported you both into.

He scratches the back of his neck while nervously chuckling. “My apartment,” His gaze falls to you, taking in how perfect you look among his things. “Do you like it?” He asks with such a look in his eyes, similar to a puppy begging for attention.

You peek out the ground to ceiling-level windows, laughing to yourself. “I didn’t know teachers got paid so much.” Satoru grins, nodding toward the windows – or rather the city outside of them. 

“Oh you know, I got kind of a side hustle going on.” He shrugs, then turns to you, that mischievous twinkle back in his eyes. “You should see the bedroom.” He offers you his hand, jerking his head to a hallway. “I hear the owner hates it when the bed is made, the least we should do is go mess them up for him.” You take Satoru’s hand and let him lead you into the bedroom at the end of the hall. 

Once the door was shut behind you the playful comments were thrown aside – replaced by frantic kisses and undressing. Satoru sits on the foot of the bed, watching you in all your splendor. Your body was that of a dream, your breasts, the slope of your stomach, thighs, fuck everything about you was glorious. Satoru couldn’t remember how to breathe gazing upon you. “Like what you see?” You tease, positioning yourself over his lap. 

You brace yourself on his shoulders, settling onto your knees. Satoru blows out a choked noise. “Thank fuck I have so many eyes because I couldn’t imagine not being able to see all of you like this.” His hands are on you, running up your back, molding his long fingers into your squishy tits, and then down your side to dig his nails into your hips. “Are you okay with this?” He inquires, tilting his head. 

You smile, but a small part of you wants to line yourself up with his cock and bottom out. “I’m okay with so much more.” You breath. He understands, after all you both want the same thing right now – crave it. 

You both wait with bated breath as Satoru lets you guide him into your entrance. With all the teasing and edging closer and closer to this moment, you were far from dry. It was a little embarrassing how slick you were considering there was practically no foreplay. You hiss as his pretty cock sinks deeper into your throbbing cunt. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You can take all of me,” His grip on your hips tightens, helping push you onto him. A strangled moan hisses out of your mouth as you slump onto Satoru’s shoulders. “Feels s’good baby. God, you’re so perfect.” He’s kissing your temple and you’re squeezing his cock with airy moans. After a moment, he bottoms out, a guttural groan rumbling from within him. “You did so good, fuck,” 

The air feels thick, heady, and fills with the wet sound of Satoru’s cock inside you. “Go-go ahead and move.” You order with a shaky breath. He starts to move, laying back to better fuck into you. You plant your hands on his abdomen, moaning loudly. His length hits every sensitive spot at once, causing you to tremble on top of him.

Satoru chuckles, then suddenly flips you both over. “Come on YN, I thought you’re one of the strongest sorcerers in Japan, you can handle me fucking you.” 

[theantichrists-blog]

You giving head under the table

!!! NSFW !!!

Shoyo Hinata:

- - > He blushes so much at you

- - > ULTIMATE SUB

- - > he’s somewhat vocal, he likes to whimper with his hand over his face

- - > If he gets cocky he will push your head down further

- - > “Y-y/n- G-od you feel so good” he responds, letting some moans spill out of his lips as he tries to keep his mouth shut

- - > he stutters a lot, most people could tell what’s going on

- - > he has a habit of tilting his head back

Tobio Kagayama:

- - > He blushes so much at your action and instantly places a hand on your head, ruffling his fingers through your hair so he has control

- - > “B-Boke!” he says while trying to hold back his moans

- - > his eyes like to roll back

- - > He isn’t very vocal until you lick the bottom of his dick

- - > he loves to push your head down but if you ask him not to he won’t

- - > Dom unless you can get to tease him but if you do that’s your grave your digging

Kei Tsukishima:

- - > He has a bad habit of bucking his hips

- - > He loves it when you place your hands on his thighs while giving

- - > “Pips-squeak.. Keep going please”

- - > this will be the only time you hear him say please

- - > Surprisingly a switch

Kōshi Sugawara:

- - > Blushy little boy

- - > He’s a dom when you tease him but usually he’s a sub

- - > “My l-little dove” he says as he pushes your head down further, and with his other hand he caresses your jawline

- - > full on 10’, 10.5’ if you really get him up

Daichi Sawamura:

- - > He will bite the back of his hand to cover up his whimpers

- - > Dom until you do this to him

- - > “ D-Doll.. Please be gentle” He says as he caressed your cheek, and his other hand covering his face

- - > he lives for when you lick the underside of his cock

Yū Nishinoya:

- - > He’s vocal but he mostly grunts when you do this (you’ve done it before)

- - > He’s a switch but more than half the time a soft dom

- - > “N/nnie~” you hear Noya whine while his head faces at his paper

- - > loves it when you suck the tip

Asahi Azumane:

- - > When i tell you this boy blushes and barely makes noise, I MEAN HE BLUSHES AN-

- - > total sub, he loves it when you ride him

- - > “O-Oh go-od” you hear Asahi cough out, his hair almost falling out of his bun. Asahi placed his hand through your hair.

- - > all you need to do is just be gentle and slow with him

Tetsurō Kuroo:

- - > Kuroo is usually vocal, but this, he coughs when he almost moans

- - > you are in trouble if you do this to him, he is total dom, he’s in charge

- - > “M-mm~ Kitten~” you hear Kuroo grunt out lowly, his hand cupping his mouth to muffle himself

- - > this boy loves to receive, just wait til he gives you some, that tongue works wonders

Morisuki Yaku:

- - > He may be short but THIS MAKES UP FOR IT

- - > he’s a switch, what else did you expect from him?

- - > all you hear is a low groan come from him, “I-I’m gonna cum” come out of his lips faintly, only to where you could hear

- - > get ready to chug that

Kenma Kozume :

- - > sassy boy, he loves control

- - > dom, with enough begging he will be a sub but other than that he’s a dom

- - > “Y-you just love my attention don’t you?~” You hear kenma whisper to you as he lays his head down on his desk

- - > he a big boy

Kōtarō Bokuto:

- - > VOCAL VOCAL VOCAL I SAY

- - > this boy will just pick you up and walk out to rail you- i mean what?-

- - > “My little owl~ your taking me so well~” you hear Bokuto whisper out as he laces his fingers in between your hair

- - > he loves caressing your cheek when you give him a blow

Yūji Terushima:

- - > now i wouldn’t have taken him to be one to be a little blushy boy

- - > switch, sub sometimes because he’s to lazy but dom when he wins a match or loses

- - > “o-oh your mouth feels so good around me~” you hear Yūji say to you

- - > expect a vibrating tongue piercing from him in the near future

Shinsuke Kita:

- - > his face DROPS, did not expect this

- - > dom, imma just say it briefly

- - > “mmm~” you hear from Kita, that low groan from him as you hum around him making him shiver in pleasure

- - > look all you have to do to make him cum so fast is hum, or place your hands on his thighs

Atsumu Miya:

- - > vocal, Vocal, VOCAL

- - > now i haven’t seen someone more of a sub than him-

- - > “A-ah Y/nnieee~ be careful~” you hear the twin say as you suck on his tip

- - > fun fact he wants to have a threesome with you and his brother to see you get your holes filled- what- uhm nothing!

Rintarō Suna:

- - > his eyes roll to the back of his head while he leaves his head back- like you can see it

- - > Switch, only because he’s a lazy fuck but sometimes he has the motivation

- - > “j-just like that~” you hear Suna mumble, you hear his voice rumble to where you can feel it in your mouth

- - > He is huge, making you gag with tear streams down your face, mascara messed up- ok i need to stop

Osamu Miya:

- - > LOVES THIS

- - > total dom, he’s the opposite of his brother, he loves to fuck you

- - > “take it all in baby~” you hear the Miya whisper lightly to when’re no one else can hear it, his hands behind his head

- - > He’s hung, like 3rd leg much?

[littlesunshine1223]

Soldier Boy (Ben) NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

🦅- no matter how tough he acts he’s a teddy bear when it comes to you

🦅- he loves to cuddle you and keep you close after he cleans both of you up and he also tells you how much he loves you for putting up with him when he has an attitude

B = Body Part (his favorite body part on you and himself)

🦅- he adores every part of you no question about it whatsoever, he makes it very known especially when his head is stuffed between your legs or in your chest

🦅- he takes pride in his arms and what he’s packing between his legs due to the fact he knows how you love when he pins you down and how you scream his name when he makes you see stars by thrusting his hips

C = Cum (anything to do with it)

🦅- he loves to stuff you full to the brim but if you prefer him to paint your body with his seed then he happily will

D = Dominance (how dominant is he)

🦅- he prefers to be on top and dominant of you during the moment only because he lets his pride take over whenever he hears you moan and beg him for more

E = Experience (how experienced is he)

🦅- he made Herogasm…I think that’s enough said and let’s not mention what he was saying in the Gen V series

F = Favorite Position (self-explanatory)

🦅- he loves any position where he can hit all your favorite spots just so he can hear you scream his name and melt at his touch

G = Goofy (is he more serious or goofy during the moment)

🦅- he prefers to be more serious during the moment but during aftercare he’ll make some jokes to lighten the mood

H = Hair Pulling (does he like having his hair pulled)

🦅- he loves if you gently run your hands through his hair but if you pull too hard then he’ll have a flashback of what the Russian doctors did to him when he was being experimented on

I = Intimacy (how romantic is he during the moment)

🦅- he can be loving and really romantic when he wants to

🦅- we’re talking candles, rose petals leading to the bed, and a night of lovemaking

J = Jealousy (how jealous does he get)

🦅- he does tend to get a bit jealous whenever too many people are trying to eye you up or if they keep making comments about how good you look

K = Kinks (one or more of his kinks)

🦅- oh boy where do we even start…

🦅- dirty talk: we all know why

🦅- marking: he loves covering you in hickeys and his scent

🦅- overstimulation: he loves how desperate you get when he’s balls deep inside you

L = Location (where he likes to do it with you)

🦅- mainly the bedroom but if the two of you are pent up then he’ll drag you off somewhere just to make you see stars as you both struggle to stay quiet

M = Motivation (what gets him going)

🦅- anything you do…bending over to pick something up, cooking food in the kitchen, cuddled up with him watching a movie on tv, wearing his clothes…everything you do

N = NO (something he will never do)

🦅- he refuses to have three-ways

🦅- he doesn’t like the thought of someone else breaking what’s his if something goes wrong

O = Oral (does he prefer giving or receiving)

🦅- he prefers both but he loves working his tongue on you a whole lot more just so he gets to taste you and make you ride his face while moaning his name

P = Pace (is he more rough and fast or slow and loving with you)

🦅- it all depends on his mood

🦅- if he’s really pent up and upset about something then you won’t be walking properly for a week or you’ll just be completely bed bound because he won’t let you up

🦅- if you’re the one who starts the intimacy then he’ll be slow and loving unless you tell him other wise

Q = Quickies (does he like quickies)

🦅- he likes them but he still prefers to take his time with you just so you can get the full experience with him

R = Risk (is he willing to risk getting caught)

🦅- he’s willing to risk being caught but if it puts you in danger then he won’t do it

S = Secret (one of his secret fantasies about you)

🦅- he secretly fantasies about pumping you full of his kids, not really caring if you can even get pregnant or not, he just wants you and him to start a family

T = Top, Switch, or Bottom (self-explanatory)

🦅- Top because he makes it his personal duty to take care of you during sex like how you take care of him during the day

U = Umm…idk what to put here (random headcanon)

🦅- one of the main ways to make him fall in love with you all over again is by being his house wife and caretaker

🦅- wear his clothes, have his scent all over you, make him meals, and just genially care about him by treating him like a human instead of a weapon

V = Volume (how loud is he during the moment)

🦅- you’ve both received a ton of noise complaints

🦅- between his groans and growls, you’re moans and sounds of pleasure that only fuel the fire, the headboard hitting the wall angrily, and the mattress squeaking and begging for mercy it’s safe to say no one around is going to be sleeping

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

🦅- he loves when you praise him because it boosts his ego and soothes that part inside him who just wants to be loved

X = X-Ray (what’s he packing in his pants)

🦅- packing

🦅- thicker than average and a bit longer than normal only by a couple inches

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive)

🦅- once this man has you he doesn’t want to let go of you

🦅- with that being said he’s ready to get busy whenever you are, all you have to do is give him the go ahead

Z = ZZZ (how quickly does he fall asleep after)

🦅- he made a rule for himself to always wait to fall asleep until he knows you’re safe and sound asleep in his arms before he lets himself fall asleep

[ccscocoapuffs]

Tama Tonga NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Don't let his demeanor fool you, he's a snuggle bear, though after sex he prefers cock warming cuddles. He wants to feel you flutter around him for just a little longer while you keep him nice and warm. He loves to make out after sex to before he goes and starts the shower or bath for you both.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tama loves his arms, he loves that he has enough strength in them to throw you around a little bit when he wants to fuck you rough.

He's an ass man, he loves smacking it till it turns bright red. He will for sure put you over his lap and spank you while you count each one if you've been a brat to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Literally all over you, he loves cumming inside you or on your face the most though. Tama's love for cumming on you comes from his marking kink, whether its cum, scratches, hickeys, or bites, he wants everyone to know you are his girl.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has 100% stole your underwear to use while he's away. He will call you while he's gone on a trip and show you your pretty lace panties wrapped around his cock while he cums. So he keeps stealing them a secret but gets so aroused at the thought of you knowing he's such a perv that he pretty much tells on himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows exactly what he is doing, Tama has had a decent amount of experience and is a very quick learning when it comes to pin pointing the things that his partner needs and likes the best. His area of expertise though is `100% oral

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tama's favorite position is the lotus position, he loves being able to wrap his arms around you and thrust up into you so he can hit the right spot perfectly. Another favorite about the lotus to him is the fact he can reach up to your chin and make you look him in the eyes while he fucks you. " Yeah, you like that? My slut wanna cum? then look at me"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more serious, Tama prefers to have a rougher and more kinky time in the bedroom with you which tends to things being more on the serious side of things.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Thick dark curly hair, that's black in color and is a whole damn bush. Tama does not care he wants you to choke on them when you suck his dick.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tama is very focused during the moment, He loses himself in the goal of giving you the best fucking of your life and tends to forget about the softer side of intimacy and romance because of this. However, that doesn't mean that he isn't romantic at all, he will show you this side of him during aftercare and in your day to day life.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves mutual masturbation, though he definitely prefers being able to fuck you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking

Daddy/Sir

Slight spit kink

Bondage

Breeding

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Man is a damn fiend when it comes to you and he will bend you over anywhere. The amount times Solo has walked in on you Two is ungodly.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on by the simple things that you do, like the way your tongue sticks out when you think, when you go shopping and try on dresses and lingerie, and he even gets turned on by the way you look at him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you is off the table for him, he's a very jealous lover in the bedroom snf is aware of this. He feels as though he is the only one who can fuck you and make you feel this good.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

God he loves eating pussy, he will shove his whole face between you legs and won't stop till your legs are shaking. If you squirt he gets off alot on the fact his beard would be soaked.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Tama tends to always be on the fast and rough side of things. He usually is like this though because of his energy, he has a very high stamina and rough and fast is really just the way he gets it all out of his system.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He will shove you up against the wall somewhere backstage just to get a quick fuck in before he has to go out and fight. His favorite though is when he lifts you up onto something and gets on his knees to give you a quick tongue fuck.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is so risky it's concerning. Tama will try anything with you, he treats you like his queen and his queen gets what she wants. Anything you wanna experiment in he is down for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go all night if you can keep up with him. However, he will settle for 3-4 rounds. He has to make sure you're either begging him to stop cause of the sensitivity or shaking from squirting hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't use the often with you but he does have a few he uses on occasion. Handcuffs are a classic for him as well as using a small bullet vibrstor on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves to tease you. Tama wants to hear you whine for him to touch you before he makes you fall apart. "What is it love? You want daddy to rub this clit?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's loud but not whiny loud. He let's out deep and loud growls and groans. (I know what your thinking, yes he's a damn gremlin another story for another time 🤣)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves taking nudes, he will send you them all the time when he's away for a show.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Tama is actually pretty big. He's about 8 inches with thick veins running along his shaft. He has a bright red color to the tip, which makes it look 10 times hotter when it leaks precum.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, he craves you to the point it's almost inhumane. Putting a exact estimate of how much you two have sex is hard to do, because of the amount of times he talks you into quickies.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes pretty long for him to fall asleep after sex. He will lay with you if you want him to cuddle you while you fall asleep, sometimes he will get up and maybe go get stuff ready for work, take care of stuff around the house, or something of the sort.

[arminsumi]

PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j��just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

Copyright @arminsumi don't steal.

[meikudan]

Do you write for choso? Or femdom readers If you do I'd like to make a request

Thinking about slowly molding Virgin! Choso into the pretty living d!ld0 you want and teaching him everything he needs to know

Add whatever kinks you want but I just need some sort of choso fic to feed the brainrot

thank you for your request my dear <3

virgin!choso x fem!reader, choso is honestly subby, riding, virginity loss, overstim, mdni

I didn’t necessarily input teaching but this subby Choso omg!

"Cmon Choso please, let me show you what it's like, I promise you you're gonna love it so much.."

He finds himself in the heat of the moment, your breath fanning against his skin, rubbing up and down his chest. You laid sweet kisses on his neck, you knew how sensitive he was there.

Tiny whimpers left his mouth, his chest was heaving, and you couldn't ignore that bulge in his pants.

"F-fine.."

Oh there was such an adorable pout on his lips. He looked so cute in his two messy buns, loose sweatpants. Your hands traveled down his body, pulling the strings of his sweatpants to leave his thick cock loose.

"Look at this pretty boy down here.." you whispered to yourself, Choso's face turning bright red from your words. You look up at him, giving his tip little kitty links, making his breath shaky and thighs trembling. He's never felt this before, and you're so excited at the things you'll be able to do to him.

You began bobbing your head up and down on his dick, deepthroating it every now and then. Choso was extremely whiny. Every time you'd look up at him, his eyes were rolling back or his hand was suppressing his moans.

"G-gonna cum.." he whispered quietly, you ignored him and kept sucking away. "F-fuck y/n, s-shit" he said, he grabbed a handful of your hair, holding you down as he came down your throat. Your eyes widened at the grasp he had on your hair, you were so fucking wet.

When you lifted your head, you showed your tongue to him. Nothing there. You had swallowed it all, a cocky smile spread across your face.

You laid Choso down on the bed, his dick immediately standing up once you got on top of him and spread your pussy wide for him.

You leaned down and your tongue became tangled with his. His hand came down to toy with your clit, quiet whines leaving you. You grabbed a condom from the night stand and wrapped it on his cock. You broke the kiss as you got yourself comfortable, pussy inches away from his dick. "Gonna use this pretty thing for my personal use, if you don't mind," you said giggling, angling yourself. As you slid down, a loud grown left Choso's lips. You were so tight, cunt hugging him so nicely.

You couldn't hold your moans when he was completely inside. You began riding him, not wasting any time, not even going easy knowing it was Choso's first time doing any of this. Not to mention he was still sensitive from coming down your throat.

"S-slow down.. please.." he cried, it was so cute, but you were absolutely drowning in pleasure. Your thoughts were being clouded at how his shaft prodded at all your sweet spots. It felt amazing.

Not even a moment later you were bouncing on him like a pro, tits giving him such a pretty sight. You were putting on such a show for him, but your mind was extremely foggy. You didn’t even notice how much he was begging for you to stop, his third orgasm rising inside of him.

You were definitely working your boy up, but it felt too good for you to stop. The tip of his cock hitting all the nice spots inside of you. Drool was running down your chin as your orgasm was building up as well, you slowed down to give him time to process. But then you remember that you’re on top, so you’re in control.

You saw him sigh in relief for almost a split second until you started working yourself out, bouncing even harder than before. Choso was confused but he had no time to complain, his orgasm and yours just a few seconds away.

“Be a good b-boy can come with me baby..,” you said to him, stroking his hair and easing those nerves of his. He wanted to be a good boy, he’s been doing such an awesome job all this time.

Your words encouraged him to handle it, tears flowing from his face and him gripping onto the sheets harder than ever. It took one more clap of your ass down on his waist, your pussy tightening around his as you both came hard. Your legs were shaking, mouth hanging open as sweet moans left your mouth, and on the other hand, Choso was ruined.

You pulled it out and crawled back up to him, stroking his hair and praising him reassuring him that everything’s okay. “Shh you did good.. so proud of you Choso” and “it’s okay, relax my pretty boy..”

Choso wasn’t a virgin anymore, and for his first time, he absolutely loved it.

[arc-misadventures]

NNN : D

Hana: Hahahaaaaa~! I manage to make my blond himbo lose his stupid NNN challenge!

Angela: Blond himbo? Hana dear, you better not be speaking of my husband. Because if so, I will kill you, reserect you, and then kill you again, over, and over again until I am satisfied… understood?

Hana: Ha! Good joke, Angela.

Angela: …

Hana: G-Good joke…?

Angela: …

Hana: Okay, hold on, you’re married?!

Angela: Yes, yes I am.

Hana: …

Hana: For how long?!

Angela: Lets see… I got married when I was nineteen… So my husband, and I have been married for twenty years now~!

Hana: Twenty years?!

Angela: Yes. Our wedding anniversary was a few months ago, just after our daughter’s nineteenth birthday.

Hana: You have kids?!

Angela: Yes, eight wonderful children~!

Hana: E-Eight kids?!

Angela: Mostly Twins, and triplets. Seven girls, and one son if you’re curious.

Hana: Eight kids…?

Hana: …

Hana: Honestly, you don’t look like you’ve even had one kid…

Angela: I shall take that as a compliment.

Hana: W-Well, I’m not going after your husband. I didn’t even know you were married! A-And, he’s a year younger than me, not some guy in his forties!

Angela: Very well. So tell me… how did you make your ‘blond bimbo’ loose this, NNN challenge thingy?

Hana: Uhhh… M-Mostly by accident…

Angela: By accident; what kind of accident?

Hana: …

Hana: I got stuck in, Tokki…

Angela: What do you mean by ‘stuck?’

~~~

Hana: Oh no…

Hana: I’m stuck…

Hana: Grrrr! Come on! I just gotta wiggle myself out of hereeeeeeee…!

Hana: …

Hana: Shit…

Hana: Tokki! Open up! Let me gooooo!

Hana: …

Hana: HELLLLLP! Someone one, anyone! HELP!

: Hana? Hana, did you call for…? The hell?

Hana: Oh thank gods you’re here! Can you get me out?

: How did this happen?

Hana: I didn’t get out fast enough, and it closed on me. Can you help me?

: Isn’t there an emergency release button you can press?

Hana: Yes, but my arms are pinned, and I can’t reach it! There’s another one on the outside, can you hit the button for me?

: That depends…

Hana: On what?

: Can I… Can I tap that ass first…?

Hana: …

: …

Hana: Yes.

: Awesome!

(RIPPPP!)

: Let’s begin~!

~~~

Angela: I see… Well, it looks like everything work out in the end.

Hana: Oh it worked out; It really worked out~!

Angela: Well, I’m glad for you. But, I didn’t know you were dating anyone, who is he?

Hana: He’s a, Huntsmen-in-training. His name is, Jaune Arc.

Angela: Jaune… Arc…?

Hana: Yeah, Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue, ladies love it~!

Angela: Tell me… Does he have blue eyes, is about six foot five with white armour, and uses a longsword…?

Hana: Yeah, he does… How did you know?

Angela: He’s… He’s my son…

Hana: …

Hana: Oh fuck…

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I don’t know why, I just find this pairing interesting.