#dividers by animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[candycandy00]

I’ve Been a Naughty Girl! - A Sukuna x Reader Fanfic

The mall Santa is hot as hell, and your friends dare you to sit on his lap and tell him you’ve been a very naughty girl! 

Smut. 18+. Sukuna as a mall Santa. Fem Reader. Very rough (but consensual) sex and oral sex. Cream pies. 

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Part of CandyCandy’s Kinkmas 2024!

The mall is crowded, full of busy shoppers buying last minutes gifts. It’s only three days until Christmas after all. To be honest, you enjoy the hustle and bustle, the excited energy that seems to fill the mall along with the holiday music blasting through the speakers. 

Every store has garland covered in clear lights draped across the aisles, wreaths hang on every door, and in the very center of the mall stands an enormous Christmas tree. 

Your friends came along with you to pick up some items, and the four of you are having a blast. Especially when you walk by the giant tree. At the base of it, there’s a roped off section where kids are lined up to meet “Santa Clause”. 

One by one they sit on his lap, tell him what they want for Christmas, and smile for the commemorative photo. You have fond memories of doing that as a kid, but you don’t remember Santa ever looking like this. 

You and your friends all stop and stare, your mouths slightly open and your eyes wide. Because this Santa is hot as hell. He’s huge, tall and muscular enough to make the big red chair he’s sitting in seem tiny. The fake beard does little to cover the black tattoos on his face, and pink hair is sticking out of the back of his hat.

The kid on his lap is screaming, throwing a loud tantrum while the mother seemingly pays it no mind. The little boy is yelling about some kind of toy he wants that the store is sold out of, demanding that Santa make one for him and bring it Christmas morning. 

You watch as the buff Santa leans down and whispers something into the kid’s ear. The boy instantly falls silent, looking up at Santa with a terrified expression. The boy doesn’t move a muscle or make a sound until the photo is taken and his confused mother pulls him off Santa’s lap. 

“Wow,” one of your friends says beside you, “I wouldn’t mind being on his naughty list.”

You laugh and say, “Same. He can deck my halls any time!”

All of you giggle, then your friends start to walk away. You stay rooted to the spot, still watching the man. There’s an animalistic attraction drawing you to him, something primal and powerful. You just can’t look away from him. 

Your friends look from you to the Santa, probably noticing the look of lust in your eyes. 

“Just go talk to him,” one of them says. 

“And say what?” you ask. “I can’t just walk up to the mall Santa and tell him I wanna fuck him!”

Your friend grins. “Actually, you can. Get in line and go sit on his lap.”

“Oh come on, that’s for kids! They’d probably kick me out of the mall for that,” you say. 

Your other friends have stepped back over, wearing excited expressions. 

“Do it!” one of them cheers. 

“I dare you!” the other says. 

You look back toward the Santa, and his eyes suddenly shift up, meeting yours. A smile spreads over his face, but it’s not the jolly Santa smile you expected. This is a devious, predatory smile. All teeth. 

God, you’re already getting wet. 

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you announce. “But if I get in trouble you guys better be ready to bail me out!”

Your friends laugh and playfully push you toward the line. When you get there, the kids and parents give you looks ranging from confused to offended. It’s embarrassing to be standing there, but it’s the only idea you have for talking to this very sexy Santa. 

The wait is torture. With every child that takes their turn, you get closer, and you grow more nervous. What if he thinks you’re being ridiculous? What if you just imagined the attraction in his gaze when he smiled at you? 

Oh well, it’s too late to back out now. The child in front of you in line is smiling for the photo, and you’re next. 

When it’s your turn, the “elf” ushers you forward, seeming completely disinterested in an adult wanting to meet Santa. Maybe others have done this today. You wouldn’t be surprised. 

You gather your courage and walk over to Santa. You’ve been mentally rehearsing what you’re going to say, how you’re going to get him all riled up. You’re hoping to leave with his number. 

He pats his lap when you’re standing right in front of him, and you giggle nervously as you sit on one of his muscular thighs. As soon as you do, he reaches down and pulls both your legs up, so that you’re fully sitting across his lap. His hand is resting on your thighs, just above your knees. 

You’re so glad you wore a short skirt today. 

The “elf” suddenly looks concerned, their eyes darting about to see if anyone else is noticing this inappropriate scene. They’re probably wondering if they should say something. In that case, you should probably act fast. 

“Santa, I’ve been a very naughty girl this year,” you tell him in your sweetest voice. 

His grip on your thigh tightens slightly. “I happen to like naughty girls,” he replies, his voice deep and smooth. “So what do you want for Christmas?”

You giggle again, shifting just a little, enough for him to feel your ass moving in his lap. Then you lean in close to his ear and say, “I want a big, tall guy with tattoos to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

You expected his eyes to widen in surprise, perhaps a shocked expression. But no, this Santa simply grins at you. “If that’s what you want, I can give you your present right now.”

Huh? Right now?!

He slides you off his lap and stands up, taking you by the hand and leading you away from the chair. The elf looks horrified. 

“Hey, your break’s not for another hour!”

Some of the kids begin whining, crying out, “Where are you going, Santa?”

A parent huffs an incredulous, “We’ve been waiting in line for thirty minutes!”

Santa has nearly pulled you to the edge of the roped off area before he stops and turns back to look at them all. He gives them a look. Just a single glance, and it’s enough to silence them all. Then he lifts the rope, pulls you under it with him, and heads to the south end of the mall. 

You let yourself be pulled. With every step, your heart beats faster. Where is he even taking you?

He makes a turn down a hallway, toward the restrooms. Is he going to fuck you in a stall? But no, he walks right past them and through a door clearly marked as “Employees Only”. 

Your excitement builds even more. Now you really do feel naughty, stepping into a section of the mall you’re not supposed to be in. As a kid you once snuck into an area like this in another mall, and even though nothing happened, you still felt like such a rebel. That same feeling is creeping back into your mind. Because this time, something will definitely happen. 

He leads you past several doors, probably break rooms and offices, before opening one and pulling you inside. It’s pitch dark until he flips on the light switch, revealing an empty office. There’s a couple of desks but no computers on them or even chairs to sit on. You suppose that’s why no one is using it. 

The lock on the door clicks, and your heart nearly stops. You turn to face him, but just as you do, he suddenly rushes forward, pushing you against the nearest wall in the cramped little room and covering your mouth with his. You don’t even remember when he pulled the fake beard off. 

Apparently he’s not interested in chatting or even exchanging names. “Santa” it is then. 

You raise your arms when he pauses to pull your sweater up and over your head, then unhook your bra yourself just to speed things up. You’re as hungry for him as he seems to be for you. 

He yanks down your skirt, leaving you in cute candy cane striped panties and your red ankle boots. Before stripping you any further, he practically tears off the black leather belt around his waist and jerks open his red Santa coat. 

Oh. Oh god. Those tattoos line his well sculpted torso, absolutely mesmerizing you. Your mouth goes dry, your pussy gets wetter, and you can’t resist putting your hands on his chest, tracing the black inky lines with your fingers. 

He allows you a few seconds to admire his body, then puts one firm hand on your bare shoulder. “Kneel,” he says in an authoritative tone that sends a shiver down your spine. 

You’re happy to comply, dropping to your knees in front of him as he unbuttons his pants. You watch with breathless excitement as he lowers his pants slightly and pulls out the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. In thickness and in length, no other cock can even compare. Fuck, he’s going to wreck you. 

Leaning forward, you place one hand on the meaty organ. Your fingers can’t even reach all the way around it, but you begin stroking it anyway before giving it a few kitten licks just to tease him. When you look up, you realize he’s not a man to be teased. 

Not the least bit amused, he says, “Open your mouth, naughty girl.”

You open as widely as you can, and he shoves into your mouth, instantly hitting the back of your throat. You gag, but keep yourself under control. He grips your hair with one hand and begins pumping in and out, your lips automatically tightening around him while your tongue fights to keep moving along his length. Your throat’s going to be raw tomorrow, but right now you don’t care.  

He keeps moving, keeps shoving himself down your throat while holding your head steady. You’ve never had your mouth fucked so aggressively before, but it’s got you so turned on, your hand slips down the front of your panties. 

You hear him laugh above you as his grip on your hair tightens. “You really are a naughty girl, huh?”

His cock is throbbing in your mouth, his pulse quickening as your throat constricts around his tip. You think he’s close, but it’s another five minutes before he pulls almost completely out and then shoots his entire hot sticky load onto your tongue. His cum floods your mouth, so much that you’re struggling to swallow it all fast enough to take a breath. 

When you finally get it all down, you pant for a few minutes. He helps you to your feet, which is likely the closest you’re going to get to gentlemanly behavior. 

Which is fine. There’s plenty of sweet guys you can call if you wanna be fucked like a delicate princess. Today, you want to be ruined. 

His hands are on your hips before you have time to be shocked that he’s hard again already. With one jerk, your panties are in shreds. Then he’s lifting you up by your waist and shoving you against the wall, his own body pinning you there, your feet dangling above the floor. 

He wastes no time with talking or asking if you’re ready. He knows you’re drenched and practically in tears, wanting him inside you as soon as possible. So he buries himself completely in your warm, tight pussy, going all the way in, pressing into your cervix. 

For a moment, you see stars. You open your mouth but no sound comes out. But then he begins thrusting, and you find your voice. 

“F-fuck…! S’too big!”

He grins down at you. “Oh? I thought a naughty girl like you could take me.”

Not wanting to be outdone, you wrap your legs around him and clench as tightly as you can, your hands moving up to hold onto his shoulders. “I can take you, Santa,” you say, though your voice is shaky. 

You’ve never felt so full in your life. It’s like he’s hollowing you out. But your arousal is dripping out around him and you can feel your pulse in your clit. His hard body rubs across it with every thrust, leaving you moaning and babbling. 

“So good… gonna cum… please let me cum, Santa!”

“Not yet,” he says, fucking into you even harder. You whine and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your teary face into his wide shoulder. Your whole body is trembling. 

He suddenly shoves in so deep, you think he’s in your rib cage. “I’ve got an extra special present for this naughty little pussy,” he says. “So take it!”

With that, thick ropes of cum shoot inside you, even more than he shot in your mouth. And as he’s filling you up, he says, “Now you can cum.”

You release all the tension in your body, stop fighting the raging orgasm that’s been beating on your door, begging to be let loose. You cum so hard you cry, clinging to his neck while you quiver in his arms and his cum continues spilling into you. 

Once it’s over, your spent legs slide from his body and he pulls out, letting your feet touch the floor again. Cum pours out of your pussy, dripping down your thighs while you pant and lean against the wall. 

After a few minutes, you stumble over to an empty desk and place one hand on it to keep yourself steady. 

“Uh oh, looks like you can still walk,” you hear Santa say. With wide eyes you look back at him. He’s grinning that same predatory grin. “Guess I haven’t granted your wish yet.”

You can only let out an exhausted groan as he bends you over the desk and lifts one of your shaky legs up, plunging his cock back into your sticky, cum filled cunt. 

Maybe you bit off a little more than you can chew with this Santa. But it’s a Christmas you’ll never forget. 

As his hand reaches down and around to rub your aching clit, you cry out in pleasure, your fingernails scratching the chipped paint on the desk. And you realize he’s just getting started. 

He laughs when you start babbling again, fucking you even harder as he says, “Looks like you’re getting what you want for Christmas, naughty girl!”

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[goreandbunnies]

⛧☾༒︎ 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ༒︎☽⛧

Sukuna x Reader, Toji x Reader

Summary ๋࣭ ⭑⚝"Almost six months after meeting him, I had finally managed to escape. At least that's what I thought, hidden in that alley, holding my breath and waiting for the search party to get further away from my spot. But this city was his, he had eyes everywhere. I needed to leave as far away as I could."

Warnings ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Explicit language, sexual explicit scenes, sexual assault, drugs and alcohol, explicit violent scenes, gun violence, emotional and physical manipulation, dub-con, mentions of cults, blood and blood play, knife play.

Word count ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 28k (in progress)

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more & @cafekitsune

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 3

“Where’s Brad?” I sit up, wrapping the jacket tighter around me.

The pink haired man and his friend looked at one another and smirked. I noticed the first one didn’t have his jacket anymore and my cheeks flushed. He then stared at me, head tilted to the side.

“Why? You miss him?” He smirked. His voice was pure sensuality and devilish. “Thought we were doing you a favor,” he said as he dropped heavily on the couch next to me.

“I… Thank you,” I breathed, glancing at the ice pack on the couch.

“I was messing with you, no need to thank us,” he sat back, winking at me. “I won’t let a rapist inside my club.”

“Oh, you’re… right,” I sighed, a little relieved. “I’m friends with Ben and Amy, I’m here with them tonight,” I stuttered, unable to focus on anything but his eyes. I had never seen a pair of brown eyes that looked like that, an odd shade, almost red.

“I know,” he nodded, eyebrows raised. “You weren’t the only one staring earlier, right, Toji?” The pink haired man readjusted the rolled up sleeves of his black shirt, showing off more lines tattooed around his wrists, the blood on his knuckles had already dried.

“Right,” Toji replied stoically, leaning against the wall across from the couch. I felt cornered by two predators.

“Forgive him, he doesn’t talk much,” the man next to me smirked playfully at his friend.

“And you talk way too fucking much, Sukuna,” Toji spat back. Reading between the lines, I understood that these two went way back. Just like Amy and I. Opposites yet inseparable. Both snickered at their inside joke and I took that as my cue.

“I should go back to the party, let them know I’m okay,” I tried to stand up but both my nerves and the head injury got the best of me.

Sukuna’s strong arms were around me in a heartbeat, gently helping me back on the couch. The proximity between our two bodies instantly raised mine’s temperature, mostly because of the feel of his skin against mine. His jacket smelled good but the source of that scent itself was intoxicating.

“They know you’re here,” he reassured me, now sitting right next to me, so close I felt his breath brushing my cheek. “And you shouldn’t move. We have someone on their way to check that injury,” he grabbed the ice pack and gently replaced it at the back of my head. “Hold that for me, okay?” He smirked again, my heart missing a beat, making me wonder if he knew how to give a simple smile.

My hand cupped his hesitantly as I placed it over the ice pack, but instead of withdrawing his completely, he replaced it over mine, his gigantic palm firmly keeping both my hand and the pack in place. My cheeks warmed up as I looked away, still too conscious of Toji’s inquisitive look on me.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t busy tonight,” a woman said as she crashed into the room, breaking the ongoing tension, looking bored and annoyed already.

She was a small, elegant looking girl with bags under her eyes so dark you could’ve mistaken them for smudged makeup. Her overall look screamed casual, not detached but rather in a ‘I don’t give a fuck anymore’ way.

“We both know you have no social life other than Toji, me and the guy who sells cigarettes down your street, Shoko,” Sukuna said mockingly, readjusting the cold pouch against the back of my head, my hand still trapped under his.

“Fuck you too, Kuna,” the woman named Shoko replied as she came towards me. “I usually deal with injuries on dead people but I can make a few exceptions. What happened?” She asked, looking at both men, not at me.

“I-” I began, thinking that I was being asked. I was wrong.

“Our friend Elle here had an unfortunate encounter in the bathroom, someone knocked her against the wall and her head hit rather hard,” Sukuna chimed in, the sound of my name momentarily bringing me back to reality. Shoko shook her head.

“The girl can speak for herself, surely,” she muttered, but if the two men heard her, they didn’t comment. “Can you move over? I need to examine her,” she said clearly to Sukuna who only removed the ice pack from my head and sat back, arms splayed out as Toji kept watching us all like a hawk.

“Surely you can do it from here,” he nodded at her, not moving an inch.

I noticed her jaw tensing up ever so slightly before she turned to me and silently asked for my consent before doing her job. While she gently felt the back of my head and flashed a light in my eyes, I couldn’t help but take glances at the two men in the room with us.

Everything was surreal, why would they bother with me at all? Why not just call for an ambulance and send me away? How the fuck did they know my name? Why wasn’t I allowed some privacy as I was being asked about my symptoms? The questions kept coming as Shoko - who smelled like forbidden chemicals and tobacco - stepped away from me at last.

“You should be good to go, get some rest tonight and see your usual doctor if that headache doesn’t fade in the next twenty four hours,” she put away her flashlight and fished out a cigarette from her pocket. “Kuna, Toji,” she nodded politely before heading out, the door closing behind her reviving the tension in the room.

“I’ll call an Uber for you,” Sukuna said with a smirk, standing up to get his phone from a table nearby.

“Wait,” I raised my hand. “I’m thankful you two took care of my situation but I’m here to celebrate with my friends, I’m not leaving yet,” I frowned, feeling the headache fading already.

“You’re not going back,” Sukuna said, typing away on his phone.

“All due respect, that’s not your decision to make,” I stood my ground and stood up carefully. I snatched my sash and headed for the door.

But before I could lay a hand on the knob, an overly massive arm blocked it. I stepped back instinctively, looking up at an annoyed Toji. He towered over me like a mountain, his piercing gaze even scarier up close. Sukuna chuckled behind me.

“You heard her, she wants to go,” he said mockingly and I wondered if he ever got serious at all, that smirk seemed to be a permanent feature on his face.

Toji kept staring at me, his jaw tense and his eyes scanning mine before he eventually removed his arm from the door and even opened it for me. Somehow, I sensed the annoyance in his gesture - he was offended.

Well, so was I.

“You know you didn’t have to get rid of Brad if you were going to act like two patronizing assholes too,” I spat before strutting out, a little worried they’d come after me too.

* Half an hour later, after telling Amy many, many times that I was okay and after insisting I would sit in our booth just to be sure, I was about to give up and go home. The entire night had been exhausting and all I wanted was the comfort of my bed.

Amy and Ben were still very much awake, not showing any tiredness signs. My head was still sore but it was definitely improving. I had been sipping sparkling water, witnessing everyone around me getting drunk, including my best friend who still came around every ten minutes to make sure I wasn’t fainting. To sum it up? I was bored out of my mind. All I could think about was the two men who had saved my ass only to act like entitled assholes about it. I made sure never to look up at the damn balcony above us, but I felt like they were watching me.

My feeling only got confirmed a couple of minutes later when Ben cheered loudly out of the blue. I shrunk in my seat, trying to become invisible but the group was too close to the booth for me to ignore them. I looked up from my glass, only to see crimson eyes staring back at me as Ben hugged their owner.

Amy came to sit next to me and held my hand as Ben and Sukuna - followed closely by his massive bodyguard - joined us in the booth. I pressed Amy’s hand, a desperate attempt to make her understand my situation, but she only pressed it back and grinned happily. She was way past drunk, so I let that one slide.

“How are you feeling, Elle?” Sukuna asked, that smirk still glued to his lips. I ignored how perfect they looked and smiled politely.

“Much better, thank you,” I replied, a little too harshly. I still had no idea how he knew my name. He had probably checked the guest list Ben had given to him, or asked either of my friends earlier. Stalker. He turned to Amy.

“Your friend here refused to take an Uber earlier, even if she felt tired and had a headache from her injury,” he aimed his shot and hit the bullseye because I saw Amy’s eyes widening instantly.

“What?” She shrieked, looking at me, overly concerned. She’d make an incredible mother.

“That’s right, I offered but she insisted on staying,” Sukuna sat back and I saw his lips trembling ever so slightly. The manipulative bastard was trying not to laugh.

“Elle, it’s my party,” Amy said, a hand over her chest. “And I want you to go home to rest. I can’t have my maid of honor at the hospital for the big day,” to my horror, she turned to Sukuna and smiled at him. “Can you please call that Uber for her? I’ll pay for it if-” “No need, my dear. It’s already paid for and waiting outside,” he looked at her for a second before turning to me, all traces of sass gone from his face. This wasn’t an offer anymore. It was a threat.

“Come on, Elle, I’ll take you and you better text me when you get home,” Amy got up, no idea how given her state and gently pulled on my hand to drag me along.

“I’m fine, Amy. I can stay a little longer,” I said to my friend but she shook her head vehemently, leading me towards the stairs.

“You heard your friend, she wants you healthy for her wedding,” Sukuna stood up as well and walked Amy and I out of the VIP section.

I held onto my best friend’s hand tightly, focused on my feet as I walked downstairs. However, my safety net didn’t last long. Not ten steps down, someone called for Amy and, in her drunken haze, she promised she’d be back later.

“You can hold onto me,” Sukuna’s smirked reappeared in the club’s lights, mischievous and threatening as he offered his hand. “Toji wouldn’t mind either.”

I looked on the other side and saw the mountain standing a couple of steps above us. I smacked Sukuna’s hand away and kept heading downstairs, ignoring them both. They clearly didn’t care about my consent or my decisions, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of being polite or even acknowledge them at all.

We passed by the lobby and I headed for the desk to grab my jacket and purse, impatient to get the Hell away from my new friends. When the clerk appeared with my belongings, the pink haired man took them from him and handed me my purse before holding out the jacket to slip it around my shoulders.

For a second, I held his gaze, defiant, wanting to rip my free will back from his greedy hands. Whatever he saw in me had him entertained, no doubts about it. But the defiance triggered that dark look I had caught a glimpse of earlier at the booth. And that look did two things to me. Scared and turned me the fuck on. Annoyed, I snatched my jacket from his hand and hurried to the front door, my heels clicking on the black, shiny tiles. The faster I’d be away from him and the quiet one, the better.

The June night was chilly still and I regretted not wearing my jacket but I wouldn’t let either of them win. I was too damn stubborn for that. A single black car was waiting by the driveway so I assumed it was the Uber and headed for it, only to be stopped by a warm and strong hand holding me back by the arm.

Sukuna spun me around, my body pressed tightly against his, one arm wrapped around my waist as his other hand gently caressed my cheek and his thumb brushed my lower lip. I was frozen, unable to move or look away from his softened gaze and the lines inked on his face. He looked mesmerized and mirroring my own fascination, he grinned and bit his lower lip.

“We’ll be seeing you soon, Elle,” he whispered, intoxicating before gently removing my hands from his chest.

Realizing I had been holding onto him this whole time, I frowned and abruptly stepped away, staring at him and Toji, both looking very amused. The annoyance took over again, leading me back to the war waiting for me.

I didn’t look at either of them as I jumped in the Mercedes, or when I slipped on my jacket at last. But as the car drove away, my curiosity got the best of me and I discreetly checked through the tinted windows, only to see both men - one with his hands in his pockets, the other with his arms crossed over his chest - staring back at the car as I headed home, away from the weirdest - and hottest encounter of my entire life.

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Taglist ♥ @sweetlandspos @tojislittleprincesss @paradisestarfishh @unheavenlypacked

[cr4yolaas]

WHIPLASH — ARMAGEDDON.

she only has three fears in journalism — her editors-in-chief, deadlines, and uncooperative subjects. on good days, she doesn’t have to worry about this at all. on others, they all come at once to haunt her.

000. prologue / masterlist / 002. that’s the industry, baby!

��� megs’ text at the start will make sense next few chapters 🤭

★ yn rlly does try her best to be the ideal corporate sweetheart. but unfortunately there are limits

★ 7:3 ratio … nanami reference …

★ technically nanamin isn’t involved in this universe but i’ll find a way !!! i need my man in here

★ nobara toge beef is a constant

★ yuta has learned to block it out

★ on the other hand, yuuji has not learned how to avoid or ignore megs’ temper

★ not that the anger is ever directed at him but it’s like he’s on his period sometimes and that scares yuuji

★ panda is in ignorant bliss

TAGLIST: @kameyyy @s777athv @solecitoszn @1l-ynn @valvoria @standcom @kissingkzuha @hqnge @applepi25 @fushiguruuzzzz @reveurdoll @anotherwriternamedclara @sh0ot1ngst4r @starrysho @lizbix @diearama

divider creds @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[quinnynation]

👾・₊✧ ... scene/chinese-crested!reader

"do you really, really, really, really want to?"

loud colors, louder laughs, constantly has "headphone hair", furry accessories, dyed hair, bold prints, converse sponsor her, kandi beads, protective of her loved ones, best paired with chris and/or nate imo

dividers by : @sc3nek1ds4k1o & @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[a-snake-makes-moodboards]

Ranboo/The Hero from Generation Loss: The Social Experiments moodboard with red and green liminal glow inspo

requested by: no one, self-indulgent

[divider creds: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

(all images were found on Google images, including overlay)

song to go with it: 'MEDUSE' by Nuvfr

Reblogs are appreciated, requests are open!!

[elyrch]

Shota Aizawa x reader headcanons...

a/n: YEOWW hes HOT!!!

okay, i don't think this guy does anything other than work and sleep. he's pretty busy, with the school, plus his hero work. he doesn't really get out much, either- he's usually too tired to actually be social or he's busy.

he doesn't really know how a relationship works. sure, flowers, chocolate, presents, dates, but he doesn't know what he should do if you're having a nightmare. he's a very fast learner though, so just tell him! he'd be happy to snuggle or give you time alone if you want it!

he talks in his sleep. i don't know why but i think he says the most insane shit while he's sleeping. he doesn't sleepwalk, though- he just yaps for no reason.

he runs VERY warm. not even a thing with his quirk, it's just how he is. he's not the kind of warm that makes you sweaty, either- just a very soft cozy feeling. it's actually quite nice to snuggle with him, since he's a pretty good person to cuddle.

he's a pretty quiet talker. almost whispering as he asks you what you'd like for dinner, or how your day at work was. he just doesn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable with his voice- he, out of anyone, should know that loud people can be annoying, since he spends his time at work with loud teenagers.

he's not a wuss about confronting you if you're doing something that makes him uncomfortable. if he's feeling weird about it, he doesn't want you to think it's okay to do- so he just tells you straight up that it makes him feel bad.

he's an incredibly romantic partner, but not in the sense youre thinking. sure, he probably wouldn't book an entire restaurant for you to have dinner, but he would get takeout and move the dining room table into the living room so you could watch television while you ate. in this sense, he wouldn't get you overly grand presents- just little, yet very very personal, gifts.

he secretly loves when you braid his hair. do with that what you will

for nicknames, i think he'd call you a shortened version of your name. if you're doing a bit, he will use the most ridiculous names ever. sugar pie honey plum. sweetie pumpkin schnookums. he will win that war for sure

he doesn't blush. just doesn't. not really for any particular reason, it's just not something his body really does. if you do get him to blush, it's very cute (and he HATES it) so he tries to cover his face. don't let him!!!

scared shitless of horses. i don't know why he just is. maybe it's because it's so tall. or maybe it's because the domestic ones usually have big metal shoes. he just doesn't want to get kicked in the head.

absolutely puts stuff on the high shelf. says "what do you mean my sweet pookie bear? it's on a normal shelf" he's so damn mean

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SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW- CHAP ONE

WARNINGS: eddie's death, not proofread, gn!reader, warn me if there's anything else

That was it, he was gone…

Dustin’s voice sounded muffled as you looked at Eddie’s body, starting to get cold, right there in your arms, his lips looked pale and eyes dry as you caressed his cheek. Fat, hot tears rolled down your own cheeks as you looked at your boy, a faint smile appears on your face as you recall 

“There’s no shame in running” right, Edd? Then why? Why?

You mutter at him, the once smile now turned upside down as your face starts to flood with tears, little hiccups escape your throat. the sweet nickname, given when you were little, rolled off your lips so easily…

Your hand runs up to his hair, puffy wild curls now full of dirt and blood, you run your nails through his scalp softly.

You wanted to smell his scent one last time, but now he only smells like blood and sweat, barely there a little of tobacco.

“Come on moony, we have to go!” Dustin says, his voice stained with tears.

You lean down, doing what you wanted he was alive to do, you kiss him. It's brief, but sweet, just a little peck at his bloody lips.

“I love you Edd… Goodbye”

you hug him one last time and lay his cold body on the ground, closing his eyes and then getting up.

You help dustin back to the right side and go yourself, eddie’s pick necklace and bandana in your back pocket

TWO DAYS LATER

You’re in Eddie's room, looking through his band t-shirts, picking some of them for you, grief is consuming you from the inside, you couldn't even look Wayne in the eyes when you handed him the bandana earlier that day.

When looking through the inside of a drawer, in between probably expired condoms and some cigarette butts, you see something moving wildly in it, some black little thing that looks like a little fox.

You take off the Black Sabbath shirt from inside the drawer and then you see, it’s a little bat. His left wing is clearly hurt, and he turns to you slowly.

You can swear it’s Eddie for a moment, but that isn’t possible right? He died on upside down two days ago… right? Trauma and grief is just getting to you.

The little bat walks very slowly towards the border of the drawer, but when it is gonna come into the light it squeaks loudly and returns to the shadow on the back.

Then you remember…. Dustin adopted the demodog that day years ago and didn’t even know it was from the Upside Down… And it reacted just like that to light.

You look back at the little bat and as if he could understand you, you say “don’t move a muscle!” 

For a moment you think he nodded but you might be imagining things again.

You close the drawer slowly to not shake the little thing up and stand, running to the car and going to Dustin's house.

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Welcome to Christmas Island! - A Sanji x Reader Fanfic

You work on Christmas Island, where every day is Christmas! All guests get to make a wish to Santa and have it granted. When the Straw Hat pirates show up, you decide to grant the wish of their handsome blonde cook. 

Smut. 18+. Sanji x Fem Reader. Implied that Sanji is a virgin. Oral sex. Cream pie. I haven’t written Sanji in 20 years so I hope I got him right!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Part of CandyCandy’s Kinkmas 2024!

You’ve lived and worked on Christmas Island for the past few years, but you still get excited each time new guests arrive, especially when they’re famous. 

It was only a matter of time before the Straw Hat pirates landed on this little island, and all your coworkers were equally hyped up to meet them. You’ve all followed their exploits in the newspapers for months, becoming fans along the way. Even the owner of the island, “Santa”, admires them! 

You’ve looked at all their wanted posters countless times, but one of them stood out to you: a silly looking blonde man named Sanji. While your friends were more interested in the more “cool looking” pirates, you found Sanji charming. You know it’s a silly picture, so you’re interested in finding out what he actually looks like. 

Your chance comes when the Straw Hats arrive and check into the enormous resort that takes up the entire island. They walk in, most of them gawking at the huge lobby full of Christmas trees and twinkling lights. They’re chatting and laughing amongst themselves, and their reputation for being fun-loving seems to be accurate.

Taming your excitement, you hurry over to greet them in your candy cane striped dress. 

“Welcome to Christmas Island!” you say in your cheeriest voice. “Please come in and sit down. I’ll explain how things work here.”

They begin taking seats in the plush red sofas positioned in the middle of the room. You do a mental headcount as you watch them, trying not to seem like an overly eager fan. 

Sanji spots you before you spot him. He steps up beside you, gently taking your hand in his. “Such a lovely lady here to welcome us!” he says, placing a quick kiss on the top of your hand. “This island is a dream already!”

When he raises his face to look at you, a breath catches in your throat. He’s way more handsome than you expected! His wanted poster barely resembles him, but the blonde hair and curly eyebrow are unmistakable. 

He smiles at you and takes his seat. You give the group a moment to settle down and get quiet before you begin. 

“On Christmas Island, every day is Christmas! At this resort, you’ll each write a letter to “Santa” asking for a Christmas present. You’ll receive that gift during your stay. Keep in mind we can only grant wishes for material goods or services. We can’t give you impossible things. For example, you can’t ask us to withdraw bounties or give you skills that can’t be learned while you’re here.”

They seem to understand, a few of them nodding. You pass out fancy notecards for them to write their Christmas wishes on, along with red envelopes for them to seal the “letters to Santa” in. 

A woman you recognize as Nami looks a bit skeptical as she eyes the notecard. “How much does this cost?”

Some of the others look at you, curious about the answer. 

You smile and shake your head. “No cost at all! There’s normally a fee, but since we’re all fans of the Straw Hat pirates, even Santa said to give you all the VIP treatment at no charge!”

The group seems happy to hear that, a couple of them actually cheering. Then they all begin writing on their notecards. Once they’re finished, you retrieve them and another employee shows the guests to their rooms. They’re all given private rooms, each one beautifully decorated with festive trees and lights. 

Later, you and two coworkers are reading the notecards to begin processing the wishes. 

“Look,” your friend says, giggling as she holds one out. “The captain just wrote one word: Meat!”

You laugh as you glance at a card in your own hand that says, “A year’s supply of cola”. 

Most of the requests are fairly reasonable and fit the crew members’ reputations. But at the bottom of the stack is one that stands out to you. 

“A sweet lady who wants to spend time with me.”

Your heart nearly skips a beat. You expected something perverted from the famously horny cook of the Straw Hat pirates, but Sanji’s request is surprisingly cute. 

“Can I take this one?” you ask, a little worried that one of your coworkers might have their eye on him. 

The two women look at each other and shrug. “It’s yours if you want it,” one of them says. The other nods in agreement. 

Thank goodness! You didn’t want there to be any awkwardness with your friends, but you were prepared to argue for this. Thankfully you don’t have to. 

One of them leans toward you conspiratorially. “What if he just wrote that as a nice way of saying he wants someone to fuck him?”

You grin at her. “Actually, I’m kind of hoping that’s the case!”

The others squeal in delight and cheer you on. “You get it, girl!”

You return to your own quarters to freshen up and change into your cutest red dress, then you head down the guest hall to find Sanji’s room. You only have to knock once before he opens it. Was he waiting by the door for his “present”?

He blinks as he looks at you, then smiles. “Oh, you’re the one who welcomed us!”

You return his smile. “I’m surprised you recognized me.” There are lots of women working here who wear the same dress you had on earlier. It’s basically the uniform. 

He steps aside, opening the door wider and gesturing for you to come in. “I never forget a beautiful lady’s face,” he tells you as you walk into his room. 

The comment makes you blush, but you giggle nervously and change the subject. “Are you settled in okay? Do you need anything?”

Looking around the room, you can see the closet door slightly open, and a few dress shirts neatly hanging inside. The bed doesn’t appear to be messed up at all, and everything is in its place. On a small table with two chairs, there’s a glass ash tray that’s nearly full. 

“I don’t need anything at all,” he says as he pulls out one of the chairs for you. “But can I offer you something to drink? I’m sure you know what the options are.”

You do. There’s a small variety of alcoholic drinks in the mini fridge, plus a hot water machine with various teas and coffees. 

As you sit in the offered chair, you accept his offer, taking a cup of tea. In all honesty, you just want to watch him prepare something. His skills are quite well known.  

You watch him fix your tea, his hands moving expertly to prepare it in the perfect manner. Then he sits the steaming cup in front of you and takes the seat on the other side of the table. 

The tea is delicious of course, leaving you wondering what you’ve been doing when you make it for yourself. He seems to like watching you enjoy it, a smile practically glued to his face. 

“It’s wonderful! I can’t believe it’s from the same tea we use!” 

After a few minutes of friendly chatting, you sit down your empty cup and get down to business. “Regarding your wish…”

His smile falters, a blush creeps over his face. “It’s okay if it can’t be granted!” he says quickly. “I’ll just take some new utensils, or maybe some rare spices if you have them here.”

Does he not realize you’re his present? He seems to have the wrong idea about your visit. Just how many times has this poor guy been rejected? 

You reach across the table and put one hand on his arm. “We can easily grant your wish,” you say. “In fact, that’s what I’m here for.”

He freezes, staring at you. His stunned eyes shift down to your hand, then back to your face. “You… want to spend time with me?”

“I’d love to!”

He still seems to be in shock. “Are you sure?”

You reach into the pocket if your dress and pull out a folded paper. You smooth it out on the table and slide it over to him. It’s his wanted poster. 

He blanches when he sees it, but before he can say anything, you blurt out, “I’m a fan of yours!”

“Huh?”

Now it’s your turn to blush again. “I mentioned before that all of us here are fans of the Straw Hat pirates, but we each have our favorites. You happen to be mine.”

He’s rapidly turning red. “Really?”

You nod. “I even keep your wanted poster in my pocket at all times.”

He glances at the poster. “But it’s such an unflattering picture of me…”

“You look fun! You look like someone I’d like to hang out with. And yes, you’re way more handsome in person.”

If this were a cartoon, steam would be shooting out of his ears. He almost seems to melt into his chair. “You think I’m handsome?!”

“Of course! I was so excited to meet you, so I happily volunteered to grant your wish!”

He has tears in his eyes as he takes both your hands in his across the table. “This place really is like a dream!”

And so the two of you laugh and talk and enjoy more tea for the next hour. He tells you funny stories about their travels and you tell him about some of the craziest wishes you’ve received. 

At some point, perhaps growing bold from the friendly atmosphere, you say, “To be honest, I wondered if maybe ‘spend time with you’ was code for something else.”

He seems genuinely confused, which is adorable. “Something else?”

You lean forward, subtly showing off your cleavage. “Something more… intimate.”

It seems like a shiver runs through his body, but then he composes himself and says, “I didn’t want anyone to feel obligated to do that.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” you say, looking as disappointed as you can, “because I was hoping it was code.”

His mouth falls open, the cigarette slipping from his lips. You can almost see hearts in his eyes. He seems to be trying to form words for a reply, but failing. 

You stand up and walk around the table to be closer to him. “I’m your present tonight, so you can do whatever you want with me.”

He swallows, looking up at you as if you’re a goddess that has come down to him from heaven. “Whatever I want?”

“Anything.”

His eyes dart about the room, as if he’s worried this might be some prank and someone else is waiting to rush out and tell him so. After a moment, he looks back at you. “Can I k-kiss you?”

You nod. “I’d like that.”

He stands up from the chair and steps right up to you. He slowly places his hands on your shoulders. So gentle! He’s treating you like a delicate little creature that will flee if he’s not careful. 

As he leans down, his eyes flutter closed, and you can see the blush across his cheeks. You feel the tips of his golden hair first, then his lips softly press against yours. It’s a chaste kiss, his hands lightly trembling on your shoulders. 

You’ve heard so many conflicting rumors about him. Some say he’s a totally lecherous horndog who fucks anything that moves. Others say he’s a sophisticated gentleman who respects women. Still others say he’s a pathetic virgin who can’t get laid to save his life. You’re beginning to suspect the truth is some strange mix of all three. 

You reach up and put your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. His tongue finally slips into your mouth, and he tastes like cigarettes and the tea you’ve both been drinking. 

When the kiss breaks, he looks positively lovestruck. But his arms are around your waist, holding you closer to him. You can feel the bulge in his pants, and you lightly grind yourself against it. “What else would you like to do?” you ask playfully. 

“Lady’s choice,” he says, the smooth gentleman peeking out again. “I’d love to know what youwant to do.”

You grin mischievously at him and say, “Sit down and I’ll show you.”

He moves back to sit in the chair so fast, your eyes could barely follow him. You giggle at his eagerness as he stares at you. You take a moment to pull up the edge of your red dress on one side, up to your hip. It’s enough to show him you’re not wearing panties without revealing the whole present. 

His eyes bulge, and you’re guessing something else is bulging even more now. You prance over and then lower yourself to your knees before reaching out and unbuckling his belt. You hear him breathe in through his teeth, and you look up to see his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breaths. You smile as you open his pants and slide one hand in, using it to pull out the prize you’ve been seeking. 

He’s bigger than you expected, and elegantly shaped. It’s such a nice cock, such a waste that it’s been neglected for so long. You can fix that. 

Your hand wraps around it and you slide it up and down the shaft. You can hear him breathing heavily as he watches, stunned. When you lean forward and give the tip a little lick, his hands suddenly grip the arm rests of the chair. You can hear the wood creaking under the force. 

Smiling to yourself over the fact that you can reduce a powerful, famous pirate to this state with one lick, you wrap your lips around him and take his twitching cock into your mouth. 

He groans, his head falling back and his eyes closing again as you begin bobbing your head back and forth, your lips gliding along his length. Your tongue swirls his tip, your throat tightens around him when he’s deep enough, and his panting above you makes such sweet music in your ears. 

Finally he places his hand on your shoulder and says in a strained voice, “I’m… I’m about to…”

You pull back and grin. “Please cum in my mouth.” Then your lips are around him again, sucking lightly and lapping at his tip. 

He looks torn between desire and being a gentleman, but desire wins out. With a moan he releases his load onto your tongue, and you drink it down eagerly. 

After a moment, you stand up, licking your lips. You stand nearby while his breathing slows to a normal pace. Then he looks at you. “That was incredible… you’re an angel!”

You laugh and take one of his hands, placing it atop your head as you lean toward him. “You’re supposed to pat my head and call me a good girl.”

His face turns scarlet, but he does as you wish, lightly patting your head and saying, “Such a good girl!”

You giggle at that, then look down between his legs. He’s beginning to get hard again, which is exactly what you’re waiting for. 

“So? What would you like me to do next?” you ask. 

He looks a little shy and awkward as he says, “Can we… have sex?”

You reach down and pull your dress up, all the way to your waist this time, giving him an eye full. His cock instantly becomes fully hard, his eyes seeming to turn to hearts again. “I thought you’d never ask,” you tell him as you step closer and straddle his lap, letting his lovely cock rest against your slickened pussy. That alone makes his entire body quiver. 

When you rise up and position his tip at your entrance, then sink down onto him, a gasp escapes him. His arms wrap around your body, holding you firmly but gently. You have to wiggle a bit to get free enough to begin riding him, your hips swiveling. 

Sanji groans as his own hips buck from the chair, pushing deeper inside you. Then he pauses, a worried expression on his face, and says, “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

You smile, pushing your own body down to take him even deeper. “It feels good when you go deep,” you say, and his breath hitches, his eyes widening before he starts fucking up into you, slowly and deeply. One of his hands is on your waist now, the other buried in your hair. 

As you grind down onto him, his taut skin rubs against your clit, making your own breaths shallow and quick. His tip hits your cervix, and a shudder ripples through you. When you moan out his name, his cock throbs inside you, making you arch your back in pleasure. When you do, he buries his face in your chest, his tongue peeking out to lap at one pert nipple. 

He raises his face to look you in the eyes. “I’m in love with you!” he exclaims, his hands tightening their grip on you slightly. 

You smile, but don’t reply. Men always say that while they’re inside a woman, but you have no expectations. In a few days Sanji will sail away from here and you’ll never hear from him again. But you’ll treasure these memories of being with him for the rest of your life. 

He feels so good inside you, your clit is practically pulsing. He kisses you again, so sweetly. It’s a romantic kiss, the kind shared by people in love, and his hand slides down from your hair to rest softly on your neck. 

It’s all enough to push you over the edge, and you cum while still riding him, your body trembling in his arms. 

Watching you cum seems to push him to climax as well, and he suddenly pulls you tightly against him as he shoots his load into your core. 

The two of you remain intertwined for a while, both of you breathing hard, then his arms loosen around you and you slide off him, your legs partially numb. 

“I’m all yours while you’re on Christmas Island,” you say as you pull your dress back down. “Just call for me whenever you want.”

He looks at you for a long moment, then says, “Why don’t you come with us?”

You freeze. “What?”

He stands up and buttons his pants, then pulls out a fresh cigarette. “I can talk to Luffy. He’s pretty easy going about these things. You could join our crew and sail around with us. We get into a lot of dangerous situations, but we always pull through, and I can protect you.”’

You, joining the Straw Hat pirates? You’ve never even considered something like that before. But it sounds like a dream. You smile broadly at him. “I’d love that!”

He smiles back. “It really is Christmas every day here. I got more than I could even hope for!”

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WHATS UP WHORES /silly

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Welcome to my blog!

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✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, vırgin nanami, cowgirl, praise, size kink, premature ejac, mdni.

virgin nanami loses it once you tell him to ditch the condom.

“sweetheart, i—” he’d swallow, choking up on his words once cool air settles against his skin. he swallows, chewing on his bottom lip once he feels a brand new feeling. the rubbery latex wasn’t blocking him anymore, and he groans once his swollen tip smears up against your entrance. soaked, he grows quiet once he looks down to see your dripping pussy hovering over his reddened frenulum that’s tearing up with glossed pre-cum. “god, ‘s warm,” the blond sucks in a single quickened breath as a curling pout twists against his lips. “a- are you sure?”

“ ‘m sure, baby,” you whisper up against the hot shell of his ear. he’s so warm, his entire body arouse with temperature all because of the sweet sound of your voice. the center of your palm rubs against his cheek and he leans into your touch. metaphoric heart eyes form in his eyes as they dilate, his own thumping heart beating out of his chest. “ ‘s okay, inside.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s head gradually tosses itself back, and with quick alignment, he’s back inside. he kisses his teeth once he feels the real thing, your silvery walls massaging around him. the glossy sweat that pours onto his skin shines against his body glimmers brightly. he groans, letting off a soft whine once he feels the brief tightness grow snug. “you’re gonna make me—”

and within seconds, he’s cumming, hard. nanami barely even last a second after you take off the rubber, and he’s an entire mess. with a firm grasp, he’s reanimating your hips with his hands as you slowly jerk and move. “please,” he gently pierces his teeth into your neck, shivering breath ghosting against your skin. “don’t stop, s- show me how to feel good, please.”

his words were like a broken rough whisper — you pause, staring into his eyes and he’s sincere.

nanami’s heavily panting, beads of sweat racing down each sides of his forehead. fawn kind eyes bore into yours before he glances down at your sprawled out legs. “so pretty,” he hiccups, and even his touch was delicate. he was always gentle, he didn’t want to hurt you. a few thick padded fingers drag and scurry down your hips before his lip quivers. “i- i want you, i want more.”

“so have me then,” you coo against his ear, the tone of your voice more teasing than anything. as your hips start to salaciously rock into him again, you grab onto both of his wrists, trying to guide him. “there we go, ‘ken,” you whisper, and you can hear a bundle of wanton whimpers leave from his lips—never has he had a feeling like this, ever. he was so weak from your touch, your body heat, your taste. as your fingers tenderly brush against his, you make him cling onto your rickety waist. “hold me, like this.”

nanami groans, and he’s still sensitive, very. he just came, ribbons of balmy hot seed shoots deep into you and it’s warm. it makes both of his ears ring and he only wants more, more, more.

“okay,” he replies in a husky voice, and you can see blond shaggy strands of hair glue across his forehead. “o- okay,” he repeats, his tone dropping a bit lower. the bed mercilessly creaks as your rocking accelerates, his bulbous tip jabbing around every part of your cunt. once you show him how to touch you, he just can’t keep his hands off of you. “i dreamt about this for so long, sweetheart,” and he watches your pretty lips contort into an amused simper. “s- sorry, is that too dirty?”

“it’s fine baby,” you plant a kiss near the inside of his neck. a long breath gets caught in his throat. he’s about to say something else but he pauses, pouting deeply. cute, he’s embarrassed. nanami’s cock continues to rummage through your doughy insides, so much pressure that you feel it everywhere. your sappy folds squelch within each solid thrust before your arms wrap around his broad shoulders. “you dream about me?”

“sometimes, yeah,” he huffs, and the irregular unkempt thrusts slowly transform into pure blissful sync. nanami looks so pretty, he’s losing the more you bounce on his cock. so good, his jaw tightens and he’s feeling every vein in his body prod. you were starting to grow dumb as each second past and your moans only grew louder right with him. nanami’s head buries itself into your neck before he lefts off a frustrated whine. “it’s hard not to when you’re so pretty,” and his voice cracks at the end. you feel the tip of his tongue swirl around near your collarbone and you gasp. “god, you’re even prettier inside t- too.”

“yeah?” you whisper, creating a trail of sloppy kisses down the slip of his exposed neck. he’s moaning more at your touch. you feel his beefy thigh start to bounce before his palm squeezes against your bare ass. “you gonna cum for me again, kento? ‘s okay, be a good boy ‘n make a mess for me.”

a sheepish smile stretches against his lips, though instead of sheepish smile—it’s more of a pussy drunk one.

as you stare at him, his dimples poke against both sides of his cheeks and he’s getting lost into the way your hips twirl around him. “your good boy, mhm. all yours, ‘m gonna cum a- again,” and his voice lowers significantly. your clit’s profusely getting thwacked and mashed up against his fattened tip and it’s so appetizing. with nanami’s soft mousy eyes flicking backward until it’s nothing but pure white in his sockets, he gives your ass a soft spank. “k- keep riding me like that ‘n i’m gonna fall in love.”

and it’s right as he said that — he came again.

this time it’s a lot more. it’s thicker and languidly, you feel it spew out in velvety strips. his entire base was flaccid and he’s just idle inside of you. nanami’s whimpering underneath you as his legs finally collapse. you watch him fall back against the cushioned pillows and he’s so flustered. “mhh,” he grouses as multiple jittery pants leave from his lips. nanami wraps strong burly arms around you, holding you close. “stay,” he rasps, still hearing the sloshes of his dribbling cum trickle in and out of you. he’s shivering, his teeth shattering and he’s never felt more sensitive. he’s definitely in love.

“okay,” you nod, feeling him hide his head into the crook of your neck again. he’s so clingy—but you didn’t mind, and his warm breath tickles against your skin. you get a brief scent of his rich cologne scent that drives forevermore drove you weak. sitting up to press a chaste kiss against his twitching ruby lips, you whisper shakily. “good boy.”

and nanami’s eyes were so half lidded, your praises—he couldn’t get enough of them. seconds later and he’s still pouring into you deep, painting your gummy walls with his pristine-white color. with droopy eyes and flapping long lashes taking in your beauty, nanami whines. “more, don’t stop fucking me,” and you let off a gasp once he suddenly lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on your back. you land with a soft ‘oof’ before he spreads your legs, gazing at the satiny masses of cum that race down the crevices of your thighs.

“please,” and you moan once he drags his tongue up your legs, stopping towards your puffy clit. “teach me h- how to eat this,” and his eyes rove towards your slobbering cunt. you feel butterflies build up in your tummy before nanami’s quite literally drooling right before you. not only was he probably in love, he was also hungry.

“please mistress.”