#p ; lumi

[worldsxtar]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖

Victor's dating headcanon analisis

How is it like to be the one and only of the imperial 'monster', exactly?

CHARACTER． Victor Perseus Aeneas

─── 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋

Being with Victor takes a quite amount of patience, especially at the very start when it comes to deal with the indifferent, 'cold like' being that he appears to be.

It takes him a while to adjust to matters related to close relationships with other people who are not family, especially in the romantic part. He'll struggle when expressing himself a lot. And with his own abandonment issues kicking in the way more than once, often he will question if he's even doing well as a lover. But no matter what, he'll do his hardest to demonstrate that he cares, more than he will ever be able to show.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 >> 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

─── Despite him being a well feared but still respected figure in the empire, one would find it surprising that he isn't a talkative or social type like his brother. Even more awkward is that it's not often anyone could find him in company of more than one individual who is not either of his siblings or Alexander, his cousin. There will be many occasions on the daily that he's going to show himself off as uninterested or distant, with how he unwillingly speaks in a cold tone, his expressions as stoic and indifferent as possible.

And with the countless rumours of him being a cold monster roaming around, he'll always fear that one day you'll see him in the exact way he does. That's the main reason for his hesitation when it came to even approaching you in the first place. Often, Victor will wonder if he's even doing a good job as a lover. The fear of you leaving haunts him in every direction, whether they may be nightmares or anxiety attacks when you're not around. He has been looked down by his father for so long, It takes a lot from him to not break down in front of you when things are tough, he doesn't wish to worry you in any way.

─── Victor will be very protective of you. He is who has lost lots of loved ones in his life, both personal and in the battlefield. From his mother to even his friends and comrades.

But he won't go as far as forbidding you to go around just to stay by his side, or locking you up in his room. It is not fair, and he knows it very well. He hates the idea of being like his father, or taking ideas from someone he loathes with all his might. The least he can do is just stay silent and be as vigilant as possible. Intervining when the situation is about to take the wrong path.

At that point, he doesn't care if others will see him as the monster they believe he is. Your safety is what matters the most to him, and he won't let it slip away just because of his reputation.

─── At the same time though, Victor's a good listener and somewhat advisor.

He's not the type to judge so meaninglessly, especially if the ones that are talking are those close to him. If you have to let out some frustration or need to vent about anything, he's there for you, attentive and ready to listen to every word without a response of mockery. He's ready to be even your shoulder to cry on. And if an advice is needed, he'll say it, whether it might be a big or small one. He doesn't mind at all, helping you is his sole wish.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

 ─── I. ACT OF SERVICE

Don't be surprised at seeing him dedicate poems, violin compositions for you during the free time he has. You may find those things unnecessary, but they're just some of his ways to show his love to you and he finds himself able to express his true feelings through them. And don't be alarmed to see him ready to give you anything you want, even. Especially during those times of sickness. To him, any wish from you is an order to execute. And he will never bring himself to complain.

Flowers? Done. Books? Done. Chocolate? Desserts? His company? Anything else? All done without any complaints.

He has experience with taking care of his ill loved ones, and he knows what to do during those times. Those said experiences do not come from only the battlefields. But also from all the time he spent raising and looking after his younger sisters, along with Verena, throughout childhood and teenage years despite the heavy schedule. And no, he won't let you repay him in any way, economically and wealth wise. All he wishes is to see you being happy and healthy around him. And, perhaps some cuddles can work too as repayment. . .

─── II. QUALITY TIME

Despite being quite busy, Victor is the type to reach out to you as soon as his duties are finished. He always tries to make up for the time lost by helping you around. It doesn't matter how exhausted he is, being by your side is enough to soothe said tiredness within him. Especially at night, when you two cuddle together to sleep, he always makes sure to keep you close to him and never let go of your warmth.

And while he's away for missions in other nations or war, Victor will have Verena, or Andronica on a few occasions, checking up on you. Even if you assure that you will be fine, Victor doesn't wish you to be alone. Paranoia, negative thoughts and worst case scenarios that appear often in his mind.

What if you get kidnapped? What if his father sends assassins at you under his nose?

The fear of not being able to protect once more makes him desperately not wanting to leave your side, that's why you'll find him right before your door when it's all over. During those separated times, he will send you letters to assure you that he's alright. And at his return, he will try to bring you materials of the other nations, too. Whether they may be artifacts, scripts or art. Or simply pastries of the said nation's culture. He wants to share his discoveries with you alone.

Victor will let you help him tend his wounds while he talks about the events that happened, a silent gulp hearable every time you nag him about him not taking care of himself properly. But all will always end with the two of you relaxing in each other's arms, sleeping or reading a book together.

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

If there's something certain about him, is that Victor will call you by your name most of the time.

He is awkwardly dry when it comes to call others with nicknames. After having the habit of using normal names or official titles for so long, thinking or even calling you with a petname will take him quite a while, especially at the start as he adapts to the situation. But if there are titles he would call you with, they are most likely to be:

𝐌𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀 — my moon

𝐋𝐔𝐗 𝐌𝐄𝐀 — my light

MY BELOVED ; DEAR

The date organizations will often be up to you

Poor man has no clue about ideal dates and really doesn't know what to do. After all, he has never been on an actual one, seeking advice from Verena is what he does the most if he's truly lost.

Whether they are trips, walks or even a shopping spree, he won't mind at all. His money is all yours to use. But even staying at home together is enough for him. It will be either you cuddling, cooking or him composing for you with his violin, or anything you want to do.

But on special occasions like an imperial or once in a century event, Victor is the one who wishes to make it all special. He knows the best spots for those activities and will always prepare it in advance, while also considering the possible downturns that could happen.

But they matter in a little amount. He just wants to make you feel loved in the best ways possible. Even if it might end up with you sleeping in his arms in the middle of a star gazing session, his happiness still remains intact, as he prays for those moments to forever remain.

 ─── TAGGING

@thalliian @yoghurtsan @thenomadicphoenix @roseadleyn @sweetlyvibe @writerig @achy-boo @acherins @naenaex0xx

[vocaloidsongpoll]

do you like this vocaloid song?

(composed by Crusher)

submitted by @rose0226! thank you so much!!!

[viatrixtravels-a]

"Lumine." Hand outstretched, the Yaksha presents the traveler with a hairclip; a custom made piece designed to resemble the shimmering wings of a butterfly standing atop a qingxin flower. "This. It's for you. If it does not please you, you need not wear it." [I missed Valentine's day by a long shot but have smth from Xiao :3]

"...Oh?"

Her gaze shifted towards his gloved hand, inspecting the intricate and delicate hair accessory. Despite its small size, she could easily make out the flower and butterfly shapes.

"It's beautiful! Did you get this at Mingxing Jewelry? I dropped by the store a couple of days ago to see if there was anything new for the Lantern Rite festival, but I didn't see this one!" Otherwise she would have most definitely purchased it.

She carefully took the hairclip and put it on - which was a little tricky to do without a mirror but hopefully it was not too crooked.

"Ta-dah! What do you think? Does it suit me?"

[snkous]

i had a conversation with mochi / @solivcgant earlier today ranting about how sao fails to utilize their side characters. and i swear, it still has me going on about how they deserve to have growth. they deserve to have their own stories, even if they're not shown directly and aren't tied to the overall plot!

so much of the series feels like the kazuto fan club(TM), when it should be about how a group of friends came together and survived a deadly game and how the use of video games helps them not only cope, but bond together further

[cringeassclusterofwirez]

W H A T

[idiotheart]

quick n easy headcanon dump about Emily Raine

orphan, adopted when she was a baby by Napier and his friend (and eventual boyfriend/husband) and his cousin, Gabriele and Lucy - they knew her bio parents (supposedly)

happy kid, wants to be a writer

loves bugs

kinda bossy, but can (kinda) acquiesce as to when she's over the line or wrong

spoiltttt. but a sweetie pie. friendly, maybe overly so.

an independent streak, bolstered by her family's trust in her; sometimes she forgets to call them if they're home and she isn't after school - maybe going bug-hunting or at the library

about 10-12 in her 'canon'

[realjem-art]

various small things and one expression test thing

[alteredphoenix]

This is going to come off as very nitpicking as well as very selfish (and perhaps ungrateful, but I need to get this off my chest) but as much joy as I get from writing ToLumi fics there’s also something sad and bittersweet (more bitter than sweet, really), too, because you can clearly tell the section on AO3 was much more active when the game was running; and as soon as the EoS was announced and the game got Thanos Snapped, the reading numbers just dropped.

Like at least Crestoria has a manga that’s hanging on by a thread, so it has somewhat of a chance to finish what it started (which apparently from what I saw on Tales Twitter we were more than halfway through the story; like that’s ridiculously fucking fast for a mobile game), and that’s if people ignore the producer going ‘yeah well I only bought one copy of the manga to do my part Because Reasons and can’t do much despite the pull I have and could have on the IP now compared to That Other Guy, oh woe betide me’ and (try to) keep it running through pure spire and dedication alone. There is absolutely no guarantee Luminaria will get the same treatment because you know that Axed Manga ending got spliced together (three episodes!!) and that’s as far as I can with fic writing where canon - and BamCo - are concerned, and that pisses me off so fucking much.

[loomiblade]

nice drama ttj definitely makes the betrayals in the drama feel that much more painful haha

cruel book ttj i felt worse for susu failing her mission (at that point) since while he was growing some kind of weird genuine feelings for her he was still a pretty big asshole like i like book ttj as a character but bad things happening to pre 500 yrs book ttj is like "yeah he had it coming" which is a very different feel i get for drama ttj

but man between susu almost telling him the truth but interrupted bc we can't diverge too far from novel's main plotpoints, nice drama ttj and susu having an actual genuine romance makes the nailing hurt just that much more and maybe (aside from maybe state censorship) that' their true goal in making ttj so much nicer than his book counterpart haha

"if you don't care for my love, then try my hate" though what a line

[sanestparadisecitizen]

gender is stored in the slightly alternative older brother who looks like a greasy guitarist from a rock band (/pos) and generally you see him in the most disheveled look but he still is the epitome of gender and beauty

[ryescapades]

*ੈ‧₊༺ “SHE’S BEEN DANCING WITH THE DEVIL ALL NIGHT,”

— a casual night out at a party turns wild when you come face to face with a masked man.

characters: ghostface!itoshi rin (bllk) x fem!reader contents: nsfw mdni !!! mention of drinking, unprotected p in v seggs, mutual + guided masturbation, slight oral fixation, a bit of choking, mirror seggs, dirty talk, creampie, college setting, hint of jealous!rin, swearing, reader wears a skirt

a/n: i didn't write this btw. my inner demon did. (blaming lumi for sending me that ghostface fanart of rin) 2k wc

you feel him before you can even see him.

it’s heavy and persistent, the weight of his gaze pricking the back of your neck like dry needles, except it’s making your muscles lock up tighter, not supposedly the other way around. you look around, eyes roving over the boisterous crowd and taking in the sight of some of them dressed in costumes in some way or the other.

halloween had already ended, but there are people still in the festive mood, it seems.

your roommate had invited you to this huge college party at someone’s house, and with nothing to do with your time seeing as the midterms season just finished, you had agreed to come along. you thought the hang out would only consist of a few chats and drinks with friends, maybe a dance or two, the night ending with you going back home probably drunk and alone.

you just didn’t think some random guy would immediately take interest in you the minute you slid up to the makeshift bar.

reluctantly, you force yourself to focus on the conversation in front of you, barely taking in what the guy is saying. you can’t even remember what his name is and the department he’s from.

jirou… from the medic course? you think? you don’t know anymore. and frankly, you don’t care. you’re pretty sure he was flirting with you - still is, in fact. but again, you’re just not listening. not when as soon as the guy started talking, he appeared in the corner of your eye.

silent yet deadly imposing, he towers over most of the people here like he owns the place. clad in a black hoodie and equally dark pants, he looks almost out of place with those casual clothes, if not for the ghostface mask he adorns.

goosebumps prickle on your arms when you accidentally glance at the inky depths of the eyes on the mask.

“hey, you listening?” jirou’s voice takes you by surprise, and the glass of fruit gin your roommate had graciously requested for you almost slips out of your hand from your flinch, making the cold liquid inside to splash out to your hand.

“shit, sorry! i didn’t mean to startle you—“ jirou panics, but you’re already shaking your head and waving your hand off as you rise from your seat. “no, you’re good. i just - uh, i’ll be right back,” you lie through teeth.

you’d rather spend the next hour rereading the materials for your previous tests than listen to him talk for another minute, if you’re being honest. swiftly making your way to the washroom, you sigh wistfully at your lack of luck in getting a good new company tonight.

you don’t get far, unfortunately.

out of nowhere, there is a hand taking a hold on your elbow, causing you to let out a shriek as you’re being pulled into an empty room. the door closes, your back pressing against it as the culprit of said hand looms over you.

it’s the man from earlier. the one whose gaze had been burning holes in the back of your head from across the room. your body turns rigid, unnerved at the ghostface mask he’s wearing. “it’s you,” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything, but his hand reaches up to your face, cradling your jaw with his fingers as his thumb places itself on your lip. your pulse quickens when he gently traces the seam of your mouth, pressing onto the plush cushion.

words instantly die on your tongue the moment he uses the same hand to hold yours— the one still sticky from the alcohol from earlier— and brings it to your lips. your breath hitches at the insinuation. “wh-what…”

without any warning, the masked man pushes your middle and ring fingers in, breaching past your lips and into your mouth. a muffled sound rips out from you, one that takes both you and him by surprise.

holy shit, did you just pathetically whimper from having your own fingers shoved into your mouth? yes. yes, you did.

sweet and tangy tinges from the gin hit your tastebuds, and something inside you flares up then. the man lets out a hiss, palming his erection with his free hand when you swirl your tongue around and in between your fingers, taking them deeper into your mouth as your lashes flutter from your own action.

there’s a hushed curse, and suddenly you’re being shoved onto the bed in the middle of the room. you don’t fight it. you don’t even want to.

desire pools deep in your core, your body alighting from the sensitized nerves. you can feel yourself getting hotter, the growing wetness between your thighs making your panties feel uncomfortable to be in.

“hands and knees,” your breath stutters at the voice, pussy clenching around nothing as you move to obey his command. you’re doing something wrong, however, when he audibly clicks his tongue. “lower,” he says.

you bite down on your lip, finally understanding before you descend lower, your head laying on the bed and hips lifting in the air as you nervously fist on the sheets below you.

you feel so… exposed. vulnerable. and yet you’re so pitifully turned on you don’t know what to make of yourself.

shivering as his hands drops to your hips, he pulls your skirt further up to bare your ass for his eyes to see. he teases the hem of your soiled panties before tugging them down your thighs, cursing low under his breath at the sight of your wet, dripping cunt.

“play with yourself,” he instructs. swallowing down the nerves, you bring the fingers you’d sucked on earlier to your pussy, tentatively rubbing at your folds as more slickness seeps out from you.

you let out a small whine when you hear the clinging of his belt behind you. “faster,” he orders, and you do. your pussy clenches again, whimpering into the sheets as your fingers get more coated with your sticky wetness.

you can hear him breathing heavily, and you know he’s stroking himself at the sight of you. shoulders rigid against the bed, you desperately want to turn around, to see how he looks like, how his dick looks like.

“please…” you whisper. you almost rejoice then, when you feel the bed dips on both side, his knees appearing beside your own. “god, you’re so soaked i could just push it right in,” he groans.

and that’s what he’s planning to do.

grabbing both of your arms, he pulls you up to lean back against his chest, the soft material of his hoodie a contrast to the hard, throbbing cock against your back. the audible dreamy sigh you're trying to hold back feels fatally difficult after feeling the sheer size of him.

goddamn, he’s gonna make you feel so fucking full.

he rests his head beside yours, bare muscled thighs caging yours in between. “look up,” his voice enters your ears. you bring your gaze up out of mild confusion, and the gasp he elicits out of you is not just out of surprise.

right as you lift your head, he plunges his cock straight into your awaiting hole, straight away hitting the deepest part of you. what you didn’t expect however, is the mirror that sits adjacent to the bed, reflecting the obscene view of you getting railed by a ghostface from behind.

“f-fuck!” your sweet little cry causes his cock to twitch inside, a rough grunt ripping out from his throat. he barely gives you time to accommodate to his size - then again you don’t think you need any. you’re already dripping so much that his dick can easily mold your pussy to the shape of him.

“you’re so tight,” he starts thrusting in and out, cock dragging against your insides in the most delicious way. the needy moan you let out is high-pitched, a keening sound that echoes around the room.

“you love getting fucked like this, huh? love getting ruined by masked men?” he sneers through clenched teeth, one of his arms reaching to hold you captive by the throat and the other slipping under your shirt to keep a possessive hold around your waist.

zaps of pleasure form at the base of your spine, your toes curling from the pure desire coursing through you. your filthy, desperate noises only grow louder when he picks up the pace, bullying his cock into your cunt just as desperately.

“pleasepleaseplease—“ you sob through the tightening of his lithe fingers around your throat, clamping down on him as you choke on the slight lack of air.

you grip onto his forearm like it’s your lifeline, back arching as you can feel yourself getting into the precipice of your climax. the sound of skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls, the loud squelching of your pussy sending your mind into overdrive.

your eyes become heavily lidded, but you hold yourself back from closing them as you both continue to watch in the mirror, the unsettling look of the ghostface mask only adding to the tingling in your stomach.

“that’s it, baby. look at you. so pretty, so perfect,” he murmurs against your ear, clearly enjoying the debauched expression on your face. “gonna fucking destroy this pussy till you cum so hard around my cock, yeah? not even that pathetic excuse of a guy downstairs can wreck you as bad as i do,"

“yes, yes, only you, please wanna cum - mmnghfuck, please,” you slur, incoherent babbles beginning to fill your mouth as the the coil in your stomach draws taut.

he’s hitting all the right spots inside you, ones you didn’t even know existed, and the glimpse of the creamy ring around the base of his cock in the mirror from how much you’re gushing only gets you closer and closer to the edge.

his hand presses deeper into the soft dip of your waist, hints of red dents making their way onto your skin as he slams into you harder and faster. soon enough, the tightening in your gut snaps, your body trembling in his hold with a shattered, wanton sound.

“so fucking good for me,” he growls, feeling your pussy squeeze down on him as he chases his own impending climax. a few thrusts after and he’s stilling his hips, burying himself as deep as he can with a broken moan. warmth spills inside you, filling you to the brim as your pussy clenches down to milk him for what he’s worth.

the both of you heavily pant as you’re coming down from your high, flushed red from exhaustion and icky from the sweat through your clothes plus the bodily fluids dripping down where you two are still joined together.

your eyes, clouded and hazy, trails to the mirror in front of you. chest heaving, your mind turns dizzy as you stare at the ghostface, both of his hands slowly dropping to your hips.

one second your weight is fully leaned back against him, and the next you’re suddenly thrown onto the sheets, a depraved mewl slipping past your lips when your hole is suddenly emptied, thick globs of your mixed cum freely seeping out of your pussy.

he hovers above you, and your heartbeat quickens when he promptly reaches a hand to his face, grabbing the bottom of the mask to pull it off and toss it away.

dark ivy strands and teal eyes greet you, his hand ruffling the hair to somehow fix his disheveled appearance. “rin…” you breathe out, cheeks tinting with a darker crimson.

your eyes lock, something akin to that familiar connection you’ve always had with the striker clinks into place. “i knew it was you,” you mutter.

you knew from the very first time your eyes laid on him tonight, and you’d confirmed it when he’d first uttered a word to you.

his eyes gleam under the dim light of the room, and he closes the distance between you again as he reaches down to strip himself off the hoodie, toned chest and abdomen from all his rigorous soccer training coming into view.

“good. because i’m gonna fuck you without the mask this time,”

ghostface!rin art by @/akatsuha on tt.

never posted two smuts in a row before dawg this is Not me

also not gonna elaborate on how rin even had the mask in the first place :p some ppl forced it onto him maybe (spoiler it’s bcsg)

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[viatrixtravels-a]

// Read a fic where Xiao calls Lumine 'my little firefly' and I'm never getting this out of my head again now bye--

[o-sachi]

─── Sachi's Selfship Event ✦

Heya, here's my event for my 500 followers milestone. It's been fun writing my silly thoughts and sharing it on this blog. Thanks for all the support y'all have given me. But, as I've mentioned in my last post, I'll start writing on a different blog.

eermmm... update?

✦ The Event ───

Basically, you tell me about your selfship and I give you a set of headcanons based on the SFW alphabet (see content under the cut for the alphabet). For moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

For fandoms, please keep it within Blue Lock, Wind Breaker, Mashle, and Kaiju no. 8!

✦ Instructions ───

Send me an ask containing the following: your chosen character, your chosen letters, your likes & dislikes, love languages (receiving and giving), hobbies, interests, basic description of your appearance, picrews, random facts, some of your own lore about your selfship, etc. —literally everything that can help me write a more accurate set of headcanons

* Since some people might not be comfortable sharing their info, I’ll keep the asks in my inbox and tag you on your post instead. But if you’re on anon, I have no choice but to answer the ask.

✦ Rules ───

1. Do not rush me with your request. If you’ve sent me an ask, I’ve definitely read it.

2. Only one selfship per person!

3. Do not include any nsfw information in the ask that you will send me.

Note: Depending on the amount of asks I get, I might not be able to fulfill all of them. Of course, moots and followers take priority!

Fulfilled Letters !

✉️: Letter for Lumi ✉️: Letter for Candy ✉️: Letter for Amy ✉️: Letter for Rye

✉️: Letter for Maru ✉️: Letter for Chiya ✉️: Letter for Miro✉️: Letter for Jei

✉️: Letter for Mari ✉️: Letter for Luvlyycy

Check under the cut for the letters you can choose from ~

These are just general descriptions for each letter, but based on the info you'll give me, I can delve into it deeper and provide stuff beyond what is written here.

A - Affection How do they show their affection for you? Do they get bouts of cuteness aggression?

B - Best Quality What they think is/are your best quality/ies and why

C - Comfort How do they comfort you when you're sad and down?

D - Dates What kind of dates do you two like to go on? How frequent?

E - Early Relationship How did you two get together? What was it like when you were just first starting out?

F - Fights What do you usually fight over? Do you quarrel often? How do things get resolved? Who says sorry first?

G - Gifts Their favorite gift that they got from you or a gift they've given to you. Do they like receiving gifts? If so, what kinds?

H - Hugs Are they a hugger? What kinds of hugs do they prefer? What about cuddling?

I - Intimacy What makes you feel connected at a deeper level? What kind of romance do you have?

J - Jealousy How jealous are they? How do they deal with it?

K - Kisses How do they kiss you? Do they like kissing?

L - Laughter What are your inside jokes? What do you usually laugh about together? Who's funnier?

M - Memories What is your most cherished memory together?

N - Nicknames Do they like nicknames? If so, what do they like to be called or what do they call you?

O - Other People What do other people think about your relationship? (Family, friends, co-workers, etc.)

P - Patience How patient are they? Who's the more patient one between the two of you? What happens if they lose their patience?

Q - Quirks What are some quirks you adopted from each other? Or what are the quirks that only come out when you're together?

R - Rituals What are some things in your routines that you like to do together? Is it common or unusual? How frequent is it? Is it a daily, weekly, or annual thing?

S - Support How do they show their support for your hobbies and interests? How involved are they?

T - Time Apart How do you spend your time apart? Who caves first? Who handles it better?

U - Uniqueness What sets you apart from other couples?

V - Values What are your shared values?

W - Wildcard Random headcanon about your relationship

X - XOXO What are the little things that they do for you? Do you notice them or maybe they go unnoticed?

Y - Yin & Yang How do you complement each other? How do you make them a better person? Or how do you make them happier? Are you two opposites or are you more similar to each other?

Z - Zrandom (sorry ran out of ideas, forgive me) Pick a theme or any topic and I'll make a headcanon for it :)

Again, for moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

[lumilovessmut]

My Messy Girl

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Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Trigger warnings: Smut (18+), slight choking, daddy kink, office sex, slight exhibitionism, p in v, established relationship, name calling: love, sweetheart, slut, dear, wifey, baby, mama, few mentions of breeding, slight pervert Nanami.

A/n: Hello my lovely readers! It's your lumi 🧡 So I thought I'd give you guys something special cause my hiatus is supposed to end around May but since you readers would want something I'm making this, I hope you guys will love it too 🧡 As always striving to make better quality fanfics for you guys. It would be really helpful if u guys can join my Instagram account also. I'll leave the link below, ty 🧡🧡🧡

Word count: 0.86k

Upload date: 10th March, 2024

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Everybody knows Nanami Kento was a clean freak. But if anyone were to see Nanami right now they would be astonished. His office is a mess, the papers on his desk is in a disarray, his couch is messy, and if it were normal working hours right now, everyone would have heard your pathetic, melodious moans. But the most surprising factor of all would be, the fact that Nanami Kento, the NANAMI KENTO is so messy right now that it is both a sin and a boon to look at him. He has you, who only came to deliver his dinner because it was very late and he may stay in the office for more hours. But the moment Nanami saw you, his world blurred and only your presence was worthy of his attention. The dinner you prepared in the cute bento box didn't matter only you did.

Everything was a blur, Nanami has been eating you out for more than what seems like eternity, his tongue laps at your entrance and he fucks his saliva into your hole, like a thrifty man in the desert he keeps sucking all your juices. The bridge of his nose serves to be a good spot for grinding your clit, Nanami was in heaven. "Baby, have I ever told you- fuck that you taste like the nectar from heavens? Yeah, keep going, just one more baby, just- fuck one more please darling, make a mess! make a mess, sweetheart I'm just a mess for you down there." "Nanami pleas- I-I-I can't n-no mor-nghhh please no mor-eek! Gonna ah! Gonna cum! Nanamiiiiiii!" "Don't worry princess cum, just like that mmmmmmgh, fuck you taste heavenly, keep cumming, mmmmm." Nanami, keeps tongue fucking you till you calm down, once he comes up from between your legs, you see the most breath taking view of your life, disheveled hair, your juices running down his chiselled face.

"Wanna taste yourself baby?", he comes and kisses you, "understand why I like your cum so much? Hmm? Answer me baby?", "Yes", you could hardly answer him, he looked too ethereal for you to comprehend anything else, without much thought in mind you brush the baby hair stuck to his forehead. "Wanna be come my Messy Girl?" Nanami suddenly asked you and to say you were shocked was an understatement cause you knew he hated messes yet here he his asking you if you can be his messy girl. You nod yes cause after all who would say to no to him?

The only thought your head is filled with is Nanami and the only thing your cunt is filled with is his cum and dick, he has been fucking you practically everywhere in his office, on his desk? Check. On his office sofa? Check. On the glass window looking down the city? Check. His thick girthy cock, throbbing with veins and his pretty flushed red tip banging at your cervix was bringing you closer to heaven than even death can bring you to. "Baby imagine someone were to notice us fucking like horny teenagers? Hmm? What would they think when the most polite person, the most beautiful- fuck, the most sexy person ever on earth is getting laid down in such a dirty, dirty, pathetic way? Scream for me my love, louder I want the whole city to know who is fucking you, who owns the most prettiest slut in town. You drive me wild babyyyy, I can't seem to stop thrusting into you even if I want to, my body craves for you my soul aches for you, without you I'm nothing- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum in yeah again, yeah? You like the sound of that? Does my wifey wanna become a mama? Yeah? Fuck Oh! Feels so good c-can't stop g-gah mmm fuck can't stop, focus on me baby, focus on me on my-aaah! On my thrusts cum with me, I said cum with me- Aaahh fuck fuck FUCK!! OHH feels tooo good baby."

You cum on his cock on command, your mouth opens in a silent scream, throat raw from screaming and moaning his name, your ears are ringing and your thighs are all sticky with cum and arousal, your eyes are rolled back into your skull and your back is arched beautifully, thick cum shoots inside of you one last time for the day, he slowly removes himself from you, your legs shaking like a lone leaf on a tree in winter. "Darling, don't let my cum go waste yeah?" He says while pulling up your panties which were ruined already due to your arousal. "Nanami? I-I'm tired." "I know baby I know, don't worry I'm here just you rest while we leave for home." He kisses your head and slowly lifts you and his work bag and goes to his car making sure you are well covered. The ride home is silent and peaceful, Nanami glances at you every now and then at your sleeping face. Once he stops at the red signal, he slowly takes the hand which he was holding and kisses it while saying, "Thank you my treasure, the only mess I love is you and only you.

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