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you were meant for this
#your clothes fit too well#is this a child or a demon#find out soon#bungou stray dogs#bsd fanart#bsd#bsd dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai fanart#15 dazai#sometimes i think about how he lost the light in his eyes#if he ever had any. if he was born without it#he makes me feel feral i fear#dazai osamu#ermm chat i just noticed there was. was a mistake... forgive me..#i wont be fixing it since i have to study (heh... killing myself soo)
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sukuna who's about to go insane after a long day, needing to feel you.
sukuna who start's taking off your lounge wear. shirt first, before leaning in to kiss you as his hands go to the hem on your waist.
sukuna who starts pulling your shorts down before they get stuck over your hips, groaning in frustration.
sukuna who is fighting every urge to rip them off as he asks, "how'd you get these damned things on, brat?"
sukuna who is about at his wits end as they finally slide down, underwear in tow.
sukuna who all but moans in relief as they do, relishing in the sight before him. of course only after he victoriously flings his now most hated pair of shorts across the house. never wishing to see them again.
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#i'm too embarrassed to write him fucking and/or munching you but just know he ravages you entirely.#inspired by my own lounge shorts that fit so nicely on my waist but are so hard to get over my thighs/hips.#also- he doesn't rip them despite how badly he wanted to because last time he did... well lets just say you were naked but NOT afraid#(he didn't get to touch you for a week. hence learning his lesson to never destroy your clothes... without permission.)#jjk#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x you#jjk smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#sukuna smut
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I lived, bitches.
#pain isn't too bad so far but I assume that will change tomorrow because day of you usually still have some anesthetic in your system#also I'm PRETTY sure they fucked up and gave me too much anesthesia because I've had surgery five other times and never been hit this hard#including the major ankle surgery a year ago which was fine#and they clearly wanted to move me out but it took well over an hour for nausea to stop#at least the nausea has finally stopped though#and they had to keep putting the nasal cannula back because I wasn't breathing deeply enough on my own and my O2 stats were too low#so yeah I think the anesthesiologist did not do Fat People Math correctly in the same way that manufacturers of plus size clothing#sometimes try to make it bigger all over and fail at making a garment that fits#surgery itself was apparently fine and very textbook
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Painting đŒ
#need to draw for myself more lmfao#i wish i felt this comfortable using saturated colors like this in other art but#its difficult#i feel like i can only do it w original art#AAAAAGGHHH I LIKE THIS ONE A LOT#im rly proud of the clothes. very leyendecker to me#its weird how much i like the pink considering i never use hot pink đđ#its just very fitting for this idk#also i was gonna draw a different outfit#but before i knew it i sketched 1700s stuff đđ i cant help it#its too perfect yknow....#also funny anecdote i must tell you#when i was in middle school we had to do an assignment related to the monkey's paw#and one of the questions was like: whats a wish you cna think of that doesnt have any possible caveats#and mine was: oh i wish i could draw ruffles well!!!#and here i am. however many years on. STILL FUCKING WISHING I COULD DRAW RUFFLES BETTER#theyre okay in this. but i force myself to draw them a lot bcs theyre still difficult as hell to me#well anyways. personal art wooooooo. cause i need to force my brain back into drawing for myself mainly#well actually i always draw for myself bcs every piece is pretty esoteric#but my brain is still like: notes??? does anyone even care???#catie. i care. your own self cares <3#catie.art.
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So considering the Persona 5 X Yakuza Collab with the outfits, I kept wondering in who Akechi and Sumire would be cosplaying as, I decided that Akechi should be thrown into Daigoâs suit and Sumire, maybe have her cosplay as Akame from Yakuza Gaiden.
sumire can be akame this is acceptable but i dont know how you could overlook the suit of the dead brunette orphan that starts off disliking the protagonist only to sacrifice himself to protect the protagonist and his ally/allies akechi could steal
#snap chats#just remembered the akechi date mod from p5. i only saw some screenshots of it but whoever made that needs a billion dollars#its so in character ... i dont even fucks with akechi that much and yet im enthralled ....#you could also say they both have something to do with justice but ig thats if you wanted to compare their definitions of justice vjEARLKJV#gonna throw up as i remember my RJ course What Is Justice man i dont fuckin know What IS Justice indeed#idk .. at the very least i did always think if mine had to have a tarot justice would fit him well#i repeat. it also aligns with justice arcanas being brunette orphans LKVJAELKVJ but anyway#or at least having a dead parent bye#mine baby im so sorry but if akechi had to steal someones clothes itd be yours i fear#they arent similar in character but theres enough similar beats to make me giggle just a lil#i say this as if ann has anything in common with majima and yusuke anything in common with akiyama CVLCAKJCLKAJ#listen everyone else is pretty solid alright. im thinking too much about this#akechi with daigos suit would be funny considering akira's kiryu vjlaekvjlaekj
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fashion dreamer didnt even come out yet, but i really want a miku collab in it...
#hatsune miku#vocaloid#fashion dreamer#style savvy#from what i got from their recent tweet#youre not allowed to make fits of characters basically#no one is going to respect that#yet i hope they do have a collab with miku or any vocaloid especially to add properly made clothes to it pls.....#luka and yukari would fit so well!!!#sanrio characters too! please#if its like sb/sv#then we'll have amiibo support which might mean splatoon and animal crossing special items#like the previous games#BUT ALSO UGHHHJHH the whole miku and sega thing might be a problem.. but idk bc she collabed w ninjala even though ninjala is not nintendo#idk idk
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okay wait yes we all know that ATLA (2024) sucks ass but can we stop calling the actors white because they don't fit your limited worldview? you can talk about bad writing without being racist
#it's funny because they never specify who they're talking about but you know who they're talking about#i've seen so many people call the actors white & even suggest attacking them for it & it's like??? dude????? stop????????#i should've expected this. people were complaining that the water tribe clothes didn't look ''savage'' enough#i'm gonna throw up why is there so much racism in this fandom? has this always been a big problem or is this new#& before anyone starts with the ''unrecognized tribes'' thing a lot of tribes are unrecognized. the MĂ©tis are unrecognized#not everyone needs to fit a specific image you have in your head. & fuck the US government tbh#if i was told i couldn't participate in my own fucking culture because i don't fit the stereotypical description i think i'd knife that guy#anyway if you have like actual proof besides ''the US government says so'' i'd love to see it#like is their whole family from Europe but their great great great great grandmother's nephew is Cherokee#otherwise i don't wanna see people shitting on the actors for being ''too white'' for your tastes#or their clothes being ''too clean & well made for an arctic people'' (still can't believe that was a complaint i saw)#shit on the ridiculous amount of unnecessary CGI & the tiktok shots & the awful writing instead please
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I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually
#like its so cute honestly but sometimes i wonder how hard it would actually be to like find the right color match#maybe one day... but for now probably expect oc art with this trend in it maybe đ#the thing about it too is i have like dark eyes and idk if ive ever seen like a dark brown nail polish. beads or thread yeah but ya#oh nvm i googled. it exists i just dont pay attention ig#OH you know what i can do... i can paint pepperonis eye color on my nails.... my baby... my kitty......#dude it feels like 5 am why is it only 2#amyways. 4 monsters was a big mistake i think... i feel quite icky...#it doesnt help i didnt eat for a majority of the day it was just monster. im really unhealthy. need water maybe#wait i was talking about nail polish how did i get here#i just want to actually do cute couple things. i must heal. im gonna be so healthy.#its fine. lmao. i just know im not ready#oh i did eat btw dont worry lmao i had. chicken nuggets#i actually have to eat more bc i need to gain back some weight or they wont let me donate plasma#my extra pokemon money..... nawr...#i dropped like 10 pounds. my current job is very physical. lots of scuttling around.#i thought about working out too? i had a short phase last year in like spring or something where i started doing workout type stuff#so like.. maybe. probably should. healtly mindset shit yk#i also maybe want some more clothes. like update my wardrobe a bit. really figure out my style.#like some cool shirts and maybe pants. cause i wear a lot of the same stuff#also again. dropped weight so. need better fitting pants.....#i want more mens pants. big pockets... gender....#anyways. nice chatting with you besties. love you guys my silly little tumblr besties.#some of you that follow this sideblog have supported me on here for a while. i see you. i appreciate you. thank you đ#genuinely there are names that pop up and im like !! hello!!! its you!!!!!#you guys probably know who you are. go get yourself a little treat you deserve it. or like. idk what you enjoy.#play a good game. watch your favorite show. idk. be happy. love yourself.#this also goes out to those of you who are more passive on my blog. i appreciate you too!! thank you!#all my little tumblr followers.... my besties..... unles you are a bot i havent cleared out lmao#k i might have to go to bed idk im tired well see
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they should invent shorts that actually fit you
#rena.txt#i bought one pair of shorts 4 years ago and i've never been able to buy one ever again. i don't do skirts brother how do u want me to#survive during this fucking season#the size will be like L :) when it's clearly the tightest M you ever saw on this planet. I'M TIRED!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T FIT MY ASS IN THAT#FAKE L!!! AND IF I MANAGE THEN MY THIGHS WILL BE LIKE this ain't it boss :// and ofc then they will be too large for my back for no reason#i just want to wear stuff that will actually fit well on me i want to explode clothing shops so bad#truly going shopping is a whole type of psychological damage if you aren't thin. it's a whole type of inferno dantesco if ur mom is there#with u as well. they should invent mothers that say normal stuff about your body. they should invent mothers that shut up about your body#i had to take her with me today to help her pick a dress for a wedding and i think i died 40 times in a single afternoon
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im trying to respond to people on my post who have questions or are confused but theres just so many đ i dont know how to explain the intricacies of classism or how hard it is to get a lawyer to start and WIN a discrimination case. especially since i dont know australian laws. but like... this behavior, denying someone a job for their outfit, is really common across the world. classism is pervasive and it's dangerous and it costs people their lives. we would have to change the capitalist system, change policies across the globe, and work on our internalized classist beliefs for the rest of our lives.
#i think a lot of people are sharing the post in shock and horror. not knowing that this happens to people every day. which is really sad.#like. this is an issue that is literally ignored and swept under the rug. to the point where people dont think about it. even though like.#when you hear about Interview/Business Culture you know you have to dress well. everyone knows that's like step 1. but people havent#actually stopped and asked what the purpose of that is or what that means. people haven't considered what happens if you break that rule. or#why that rule is there at all... emily gwen said that they can't afford new clothing. and couldnt get the words out in the moment. but like.#imagine this from the interviewer's perspective. she saw someone who was 'unprofessional' because of their clothing. and that's fucked up!#WE know the situation because of their post. but they shouldnt need to justify their attire like that to get a damn job. we dont need to#know someones circumstances to treat them like a person. and i want everyone to really think about this. how many times in your life have#you seen someone with worn out clothes. dirty clothes. clothes with holes in them. clothes that are 'too casual' for their setting. and how#have you treated those people? how have you thought about them? and think about this in media. how many people with bad clothes are seen as#irresponsible? or treated like shit? this happens every day. and it's not australia specific or america specific either. it's everywhere.#so please show others compassion. this experience is traumatic and alienating. it's hard to reach out. its embarassing to talk about.#and it's even harder to get legal defense for this stuff. you need money and you need solid proof. oftentimes people have neither.#other things to consider clothing-wise: clothes that dont fit. too big or too small. modified outfits. clothes that dont match the weather#(like wearing a sweater in the summer or thin shirts/shorts in the winter). like. these are things people judge all the time idk.#what happened to emily was horrific. but it's not new and youre not immune to thinking the same way.#anis gaymer moments
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Sick of jerking off to porn now i just look up pictures of kiryu in his little grey tracksuit whenever i need to cum
#Yakuza loveblog#unzipping it down to his bellybutton and then sticking my hands inside#salivating whenever he gets really sad and puts on his comfy clothes and smokes sitting on the floor of his bedroom/living room#i literally need to mess his hair up and grind on his face and i take his cigarette and flick it out the window and kiss him#and he just tastes like smoke like what did i expect ... hee hee ... kisses him again#i hate this fit because its so fucking cute like he really is in pjs ... ready for bed. fuck. ... i want him badly#grey sweatpants kiryu (you see me shaking violently and hear my teeth chattering) taking a bite out of his cock through his pants#just ripping it open so i can fuck him faster hes like my little bag of popcorn puts him in the microwave#kissing him all over ... cant stand him ... hes so cute hes my favourite .... sorry i put my boyfriend in the microwave and let it run for#twenty minutes yeah he was gone within the first ten seconds but i wanted to keep going ....#sorry if you wanted him as well hes gone now. im sad too but i think we all can learn something from this#which is dont microwave your boyfriend too long. sorry again. i know you liked him
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@spookuna @teddybeartoji @storiesoflilies @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat
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#this one is for the bad bitches first and foremost#I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE THE COLORING ON THIS ITâS ABSOLUTELY INSANE#sukuna w the black cloth coveringâŠâŠâŠ.. oh my#HE IS SOOOOOO POWERFUL AND MUSCULAR AND THE EPITOME OF STRENGTH I LOVE IT#(lily he reminds me of your hades!sukuna đ€)#the overall pink/reddish color scheme for him is gorgeous and i love his side/back profile SO much#AND SATORU!!!!!!!!!!!! GOJO!!!!!!!!!!!!!#my husbandâŠâŠ.. light of my life fire of my loins the lover i pray to#first of all . the purple/blue color scheme for him is gorgeous and i LOVE the background so much???#itâs so well done omg itâs sukieâs domain isnât it#HIS PHYSICALITY IS OTHERWORLDLY⊠LOVE HOW POWERFULLY STRONG AND LEAN HE LOOKS#his back⊠am laying my head on it rn#and his HAIRRRRR i love his profile sm omg#he got the toji fit on too⊠thatâs my man right there#ryomen sukuna fanart#gojo satoru fanart#sukugo fanart#favorite fanart
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A Million Dollar Baby! - N.K.
Synopsis. Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, landlord! Nanami (kinda), oraI (male + fem), cĂșmplay, readerâs a tease, unprotected, creampĂe, down bad FERAL Nanami, spĂtting, brĂ©eding, messing up his glasses, pantĂœ-stealing, heâs sweet but fĂșcks so MEAN, mentions of Higuruma, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.8k (wild)
A/N. Decided it was high time I feed my Nanami girlies hehe.
âJust get the money and go.â Nanami deadpans, like a mantra. Giving a rapt knock on your apartment door, âI swear mâmaking him buy me lunch for this.â
Now, it wasnât that Nanami was exactly upset about taking over Higurumaâs landlord duties for the day - no, in fact, he was the first one at his friendâs door with a bag of prescription medicine for the other manâs fever and the suggestion to take the day off.
But it was the thought of finally coming face-to-face with you - that mysterious new tenant thatâd just moved into his building. The one that had Nanami wondering whether you were really as âsugary sweet nâ irresistibleâ as Higuruma raved you were.Â
Though, he canât imagine youâd be particularly happy about being woken up at 10am on a Sunday for overdue rent - he certainly wasnât.
Seriously, he had no idea how Higuruma managed to do this every-
Click!
âHigu- youâre not Higuruma.â
Oh, and suddenly, Nanami gets it.
If he got to see this view, too, then he might just become the landlord himself.
Itâs as if you knew youâd be playing with his sanity as soon as you opened that door, dressed in a fitted t-shirt that did absolutely everything to show off every bit of skin he shouldnât be looking at. Your lips curving into a sinful little smirk when you notice his eyes dancing off that excuse of fabric you call âshortsâ.
âUmâŠâ you hum, after a few moments of silence. Leaning against your wooden door frame to give the tall man an appreciative one-over, âNanami, right? Youâre Higurumaâs friend?â
Itâs as if the sound of his own name jolts Nanami right back into his senses, clearing his throat as he readjusts his glasses. âY-yes. Nanami Kento.â And he winces, fuck heâs never stuttered like this. Never, even in the toughest of board meetings. Yet, here he was - making a fool out of himself.Â
Knowing heâs completely fucked when your delicious grin only widens, he bows politely, âApologies for barging in like this, maâam. But Higurumaâs sick nâ mâhere to collect the rent in his place.â
You wave off his formality, introducing yourself. âAh, of course. Iâve seen you around, always been too nervous to come up and say hello, though.â
And, suddenly, Nanamiâs glad you never came up to him to talk out of your own volition, he thinks heâs rather put off embarrassing himself for later. Coughing softly, âI apologize, sâmy fault. It was rude of me to not introduce myself first.â
âWell, better late than never, right?â you continue in your smooth tone. Before your eyes catch down his broad shoulders, the bob of his Adamâs apple, the clipboard held between his long, long fingers. âRight- the overdue rent. I swear, Higurumaâs always such a sweetheart, he doesnât bother to remind me.â Opening your door wider to give Nanami a good look inside your cozy apartment - something forbidden. âCome in come in, I seem to have lost my wallet somewhere in here though, maybe you can help me find it.â
Oh?Â
And Nanami knows this is dangerous. He knows this is much more than his simple plan earlier of just âget the money and goâ. He knows that little glint in your eye certainly does not bode well for him as soon as he steps through that door.Â
Yet, he answers anyway, âOf course, lead the way.â
Every bit of small talk in your sultry voice has Nanami gulping, loosening his favorite yellow tie while he follows you inside. Averting his eyes from the curve of your shorts, he takes in the neat state of your apartment.Â
That is, until-
âHere we are.â you lead him to a towering pile of clothes piled unceremoniously on your tv room couch. Gesturing airily at the mess, âIâm sure I left my wallet in one of my pants, so you can just sit here until I-â
âIâll do it.â Nanamiâs quick answer stuns the both of you momentarily. But before you can resist, heâs shrugging off his jacket, ignoring the heat of your gaze when he bunches up his sleeves to reveal strong, veined forearms. âItâs only fair, since mâbothering you so early.â
You chuckle, âOh? What a gentleman, we can do it together then, handsome.â
So here he was - sat on your cramped couch, your thighs flush against his, tackling your laundry. This was definitely a far cry from getting the rent and leaving - but, alas, Nanami canât find it in himself to complain when he neatly folds up your clothes.Â
Whereas you were hastily throwing them god-knows-where, hissing, âWhere- is it-âÂ
âPatience.â heâs humming, placing another t-shirt on your coffee table. âHigurumaâs in no hurry, he can barely get out of bed right now.â
You click your tongue in frustration, âBut you, Nanami-â
â-are perfectly fine helping you out.â Nanami cuts in, flashing you a gentle smile. Your eyes widen at the sight of a soft dimple at the corner of it. Which makes him tear his gaze from that pretty pout on your lips to turn back to his dwindling half of the pile, âBesides, it would be a shame if such a nice apartment was messed up by- by-â
Fuck.Â
Was that what he thought it was?
His fingers tremble, looking so fucking big wrapped around that those tiny strings of hot pink. Sinful. Obscene. Shit, if he tried he could just rip it to pieces with his bare hands right now - even if youâd been wearing it.
âHm?â youâre gasping at the sight of the man before you, body stiff, ears a guilty red, gaze hardening at where he was holding onto one of your panties. Oh, shit. You pluck the offending piece of material from his hands, âOh- whoops. Um- that canât really be folded.â Throwing a wink at the flustered man - and the lingerie right back at him. âEvidently.â
It was all too much for Nanami, and heâs bringing a hand up to cover his blush - before ripping it off like it burned when he realized it was the same hand he held your panties with.Â
Somehow, he manages to choke out, âMaybe- maybe we should try looking somewhere else.â
And it was true - the few messy clothes now leftover (andâŠNanami couldnât forget, your underwear) didnât show any signs of hiding your wallet.Â
âIf you say so~â you muse, getting up from your seat - only to get down on your knees. Right in front of Nanamiâs manspread legs.Â
âWh-what are you-â
âUnder the couch.â you interrupt, enjoying this way too fucking much for the poor manâs sanity as you flash him a cheeky grin. And he smacks himself mentally for letting his imagination be toyed by your teasing whims. âI mightâve dropped it under the couch, so wonât you be a dear and help lift it while I look?â
He couldnât get up fast enough, almost stumbling over his long legs to crouch down beside you - just anywhere away from this scandalous position. âReady?â Nanami rasps, biceps bulging tight against his button-up when he easily tilts over your couch.Â
âMore than.â you take a second longer to admire him before going back to your mission.
Which - whateverâs left of the rational part of Nanamiâs brain really thinks might just be to drive him insane instead finding that fucking- what was it- wallet?Â
âHmmm seems itâs not here either, right, Ken?â He doesnât know what heâs reeling at more - the fact that you used his first fucking name or the way you were arched so teasingly like that. On your knees, spine curving into a delicious little bend that has the crotch of his pants growing just a bit tighter. And- shit he was wrong. So, so wrong. Because those werenât a sinful pair of shorts like heâd initially thought after all, instead, they were more like underwear. Flimsy and thin, bunching up perfectly at the crease of your hips.Â
You were captivating.Â
At his heavy silence, you bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently, âOh? Was it the name? Sorry, Nanami, youâve just helped me so much that it ah- slipped out. I wonât do it again.â
âNo.â he grits out, the both of you surprised by the ragged hitch in his answer. Already so disgustingly missing the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue. âIâd like it if you called me that- âKenâ that is, if you want.â
âWell then, Ken.â you brush up unnecessarily against his sculpted body as you move to get up and dust yourself down. âI donât know if youâve noticed, but my walletâs not down there.â
Shit, he thinks, looking down at the empty spot of carpeted floor for the first time. You little tease, you knew what you were doing.Â
Grinning unabashedly as you tug on his arm, âCome on! Thereâs one more place to look.â
As you pulled him along to the kitchen, Nanami had held out the hope that maybe - just maybe - this would be an actual attempt at finally paying off your overdue rent. Maybe he could walk out of this unscathed and holding onto whateverâs left of his dignity (and lacking the raging boner that was threatening against his slacks right now).
But every feeble hope of that was thrown out the window the moment you instructed him to hold the rickety, certainly unsafe chair propped up in front of your counter steady.Â
âI swear I mustâve left it somewhere up there.â you grumble. Not wasting a moment before climbing onto it and rifling on top of your high cabinets. âNo harm in trying, right?â
He gulps, palms getting sweaty on the wooden back of the chair with the effort to keep it still. âAre you sure you left it on top of there?â
âHuh? Yes yes, of course.â you answer absentmindedly. Your shirt snagging on your arms as you raise them even higher, âThink you can see something from down there?â
If Nanami could see the top of your shelves, then he didnât want to find out - not when one glance upwards blessed him with a forbidden glimpse right up your t-shirt. All it took was a flash of skin before he was hit with the realization that you werenât wearing a bra.Â
âKen~â
âFuck!â he breathes, when he looks up involuntarily at the sound of his name. Face burning when you raise a brow, âU-um, mânot sure.âÂ
Yeah, he sure could see something - hell, he wanted to see more.Â
He urgently swipes at the sweat slowly beading at his forehead, immediately regretting his actions when the chair tips ever-so-slightly. âShit, I apologize, nâ I also apologize for what Iâm about to do-â He gasps over your soft yelp, before wrapping two warm hands around the small of your waist. Searing. Soft. Planting you softly on the firm floor like some lilâ ragdoll, â-but I canât let you put yourself in danger this way.â
Before you know it, youâre back in the safety of the ground. Stood right in front of a determined Nanami as he cranes his head up in your stuffy kitchen, backed up against the counter as he takes over looking for your wallet.Â
âLet me, instead.â he grunts.Â
But oh even with how genius he thought it was to look instead - even with how he stopped himself from looking at that sinful little slice of heaven - Nanami Kento had another problem.Â
A problem that presented itself in the way that your body was pressed flush against his muscled chest, two of your thighs straddling his thick ones. Caged perfectly against him, exactly in the way he shouldnât have been imagining - but did, anyway. And shit if he angled his body just right he could feel the heat of your core - the way your eager front was drawing in closer.Â
âAh-â he grunts when your soft palm glides lightly across his pecs. Jaw clenching while he tries to blink his hazy eyes back into the glaringly empty top of your cabinets, âMy apologies, seems uh- your wallet isnât- here-âÂ
Each word is wrenching out of his pretty, worry-bitten lips, a ragged gasp with every accidental brush of the pads of your fingers at the hem of his tight pants.Â
âIt isnât there, hm?â you purr, a low honeyed tone that has all the blood in Nanamiâs body rushing to his fat cock. âWell what do you suppose we do about that, Ken? Since I canât pay the rent?â
Nanami doesnât know whether youâre talking about the rent or that massive tent in his pants he really couldnât explain away. Instead, he spits, âYou knew what you were hah- doing, didnât you, you lilâ minx? You donât have your fuckinâ wallet here.â
And the air is so thick, so heady that he can only bring himself to pull away mere millimeters from where he was hovering near your face.Â
But even that was too much - and in a split-second, you have your deft fingers wrapped tightly around his speckled tie. âAnd if I did?â Pulling close enough to ghost your lips against his, âYouâre smart, Ken. So mâasking once again, what do you suppose we do about that?â
As if to draw out the answer from him, youâre giving a long, hard drag of your hot cunt along the outline of his swollen cock. You could almost feel every throb and nudge of his veins along the side, and it made you salivate.
âI supposeâŠâ he answers, guttural, like some dark, primal part of himself is peaking its head out with each hot breath fanning your face. A large hand coming up to squish your cheeks into a pretty pout, pursing your lips perfectly for him. âThat you hit me if you donât like this, darling.â
And fuck for all how much of a gentleman Nanami acted - he kissed the exact opposite. All but ruining your lips in such a messy clash of teeth and tongue and him. Devouring you.Â
âFuck- shoulda known.â heâs letting out a humorless laugh, swiping his tongue across your glossy lower lips. âShouldâve known when you invited me in. Such a tease.â Drinking in your breathless moans, sucking on your tongue, âSuch a- ngh- horny lilâ thing. This what you wanted all along?â
You hum into the kiss so drunk, âMaybe.â Dancing your hands all across where his toned muscles were fighting against the restraints of his shirt, âBut you really canât blame me.â
And maybe it was true - maybe this was inevitable. Either way, Nanami didnât know, nor did he really care - not when you were letting out such sweet gasps when he bites down on your bottom lip - just a little punishment. Kissing his way down your heated skin, giving a languid lick at where he suspected that secret sensitive spot on your neck would be.Â
âOh! Ken.â you moan. Bingo.Â
Heâs unbuttoned his shirt now - or maybe it was you. Fuck, either way you couldnât tear your eyes off of his pretty washboard abs. Curving and dipping like he was sculpted meticulously.Â
And thatâs all it takes for your already-dripping cunt to grow impossibly wetter, and he could feel it leaking through those flimsy cotton shorts of yours. Forming a messy sheen right at that damp spot of precum on his pants.
âYouâre so fuckinâ wet, my love.â Nanami murmurs, swiping a thumb down that sopping wet slit of yours through your shorts. Just marveling at the way that simple touch makes another wave of your sweet sweet juices bead through the fabric. âHah, absolutely dripping. This all fâme?â
At your half-delirious nod, he flashes you a smile so handsome that it only makes you squirm more impatiently. âHow sweet.â Giving your nose a chaste peck, âSo good to me. So needy.â
âYouâre the same, though.â you accuse, hotly.
And itâs true - Nanami couldnât deny the aching need of his cock, the way he all but moans in response, âThen tell me- hngh tell me what you want. Iâll give you- anything-â Managing to get out through hot, sloppy kisses planted right on your wobbly lips, â-anything.â
But, ah, you always did manage to surprise him. And instead of an answer, youâre getting right down on your knees in front of him like you did not too long ago - though, this time, youâre reaching up to fumble with his belt.Â
âWanâ taste you.â you huff when his expensive notches prove too stubborn. âWanâ feel you in my mouth so bad, Ken.âÂ
âOh yeah?â he chuckles darkly, easily loosening his belt and his pants along with it. Rock-hard cock sensitive and just smearing a pool of precum where his fat head springs up to hit your lips. Such a pretty shade of gloss. Nanami laces his hand on your scalp to guide you forwards, slowly, âThen take it. Take it fâme, pretty.â
He was so pretty that you possibly couldnât not - a delicate blushing red at his very tip, glistening and absolutely soaked in precum down the long path to his creamy base, his heavy balls. So girthy that it made your cunt clench in anticipation.
And then thereâs no more talking. Hell, you barely get enough time to admire Nanamiâs massive cock before heâs bullying it between your lips. Wetting his thick, angry tip with your saliva, just enough to eye down at the way your lips bulge so prettily around him.Â
âGonna hafta open w-wider if you wanna take me, pretty. Open hah- yeah jusâ like that.â Heâs reeling your head back, all the way till you were just kissing at his thick, angry tip. âNow spit on it, my love.â
Despite being the one to say it, Nanamiâs mouth drops into a fucked-out little oh! of disbelief when youâre readily decorating his swollen length with a steady stream of spit. Your soft palms smearing the saliva along his length.Â
Youâre slurring, âAfter all, I still havenât found my wallet, right?â
And oh he doesnât even have to ask for what comes next - doesnât even have to make a noise.Â
Immediately, you take him in inch by fucking inch. The deliciously salty twang taking over your senses, and heâs so hot and heavy over your tongue. Veins pulsing in a dizzyingly throb! throb! throb! against the roof of your mouth.
âAre you- are you sure you can-â You shut up his doubts by rubbing your hot tongue along every sensitive ridge you could reach. Bobbing your head at a quick, ruthless little pace to milk his pretty cock for all heâs worth.Â
Nanamiâs eyes roll to the back of his head. Was this what heaven felt like?Â
âF-fuuuck, oh you-â his words are catching in his throat with each flick of the tip of your tongue against his sensitive slit. Just the way he liked it. â-ngh guess that sharp mouth of yours wasnât just hah- good for teasing, huh?â
Heâs running his mouth a mile a minute - the complete opposite of the reserved man thatâd come knocking on your door. Hips grinding up into your warm tongue mindlessly, slow. Languid - like he didnât even realize what he was doing. âOh you feel so heavenly- so fuckinâ good it should be illegal.â
You canât help but bat your teary eyes up at him in response, blinking away the lustful haze to drink in that utterly obscene sight above you. Nanamiâs neat, blond hair uncharacteristically disheveled, stray strands sticking to his furrowed brow. Only deepening with each wrecked sigh that leaves his plump lips every time his abs flex with the movement of his fat head hitting the gummy back of your throat.Â
He looks so pretty it makes you moan.Â
Those electric vibrations going all the way down that wet divot on the tip of Nanamiâs painfully hard cock to his heavy balls.Â
âOh shit- shit shit shit feels too good.â his words are slurring together, drunk off the way you gag around him. âDonât do that donât-â This only makes you drag your sloppy mouth down him deeper, syrupy moans sticking to
him all the while.Â
âFuck!â Nanami shudders. And heâs pulling you down - hard - barely letting you get a feverish little breath out until your nose is hitting the neat patch of blond at his base. Rubbing up against his toned pelvis.Â
Still moving in deep, relentless thrusts inside your gummy cavern. âSâreal fuckinâ hard to treat you as nice as I want when you act like that, my love.â
And, of course, the only response he gets are your pathetic, wet gurgles as you take him in faster. Cheeks hollowing to massaging his every sweet spot. Your jaw grinding against his twitching balls with each smack of his hypnotized hips against your mouth, fucking into you the way he wished he could do with your cunt. Frenzied. Sloppy.Â
Yeah, this was heaven alright - but you were the fuckinâ devil.Â
Of course, you wanted him to treat you like such a slut - so he does.Â
Just dragging your stubborn mouth off of his twitching cock, Nanami only reaches down to place an accomplished peck on the pout of your mouth before hoisting you onto the counter. âWhat? You think Iâd really ngh- cum before my darling girl?â
Heâs groaning into your mouth, licking at the seam of your candied lips as two strong arms of his spread your legs so far apart it burned. âF-fuck, Ken-â
âAw look. Youâve got another slutty pair, huh?â he gestures down at the drenched scrap of fabric you so proudly called âpanties.â Sliding a thumb underneath to glide it underneath your puffy pussy lips. Heâs echoing your sentiment from before, âSaid you canât find your hah- wallet, right?â Well, ya better start makinâ up for that now.â
In all of two seconds, Nanamiâs hooking two fingers over your underwear - pulling - ripping. He was right -Â Nanami takes a moment to admire your dripping cunt, glistening and needy for him - he could rip those panties right off of you.Â
With just one hand pinning you to the cool marble of your counter, the other thumbing open your puffy folds, heâs giving all of your pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss.Â
âMmm fuck-â he spits into your sloppy hole. Once. Twice. Letting it form a saturated little pool of your juices, before surging back nose-deep with a pained grunt. Again. And again. And again and again- âJusâ as sweet- as sugary sweet ngh-â
Nanami didnât think Higuruma knew about this little treasure trove when describing you - though, if he did, then he was well and fully intent on tongue-fucking every little thought out of him right now.Â
âHngh! Shit-â youâre keening when his greedy tongue laps up every bit of your syrupy sweet slick. Alternating - methodically, indecisively - between rolling over your throbbing clit and just dipping into your awaiting entrance. âIt feels so- so good, Ken.â
âYeah thatâs right.â he gasps, wrapping those pretty pink lips of his to suck on your clit. Harsh. âSay my name- no, louder. Louder.âÂ
Itâs all you can do to not just scream out his name without your neighbors filing a noise complaint. Dragging your sopping pussy all over his mouth - glistening and obscene right down the bottom half of his face all the way up to smear against his clear glasses.Â
Such obscene squelches ring through your kitchen as Nanami keeps making out so messily with your sensitive nub. Ringing in your fucked-out brain, so obscene, so addictive that you barely even register the thick fingers dipping their way around your hole.Â
You jolt when the cool metal of his glasses kiss your skin, âO-oh Ken what-âÂ
âShhh shhh, darling.â he soothes. The tip of his manicured index circling around your elastic muscle. Hypnotic. âMâgonna take care of you. Gonna take such good-â With this, heâs bullying his fingers inside, â-care of you.â
Tears crinkle at the corners of your eyes at the sheer stimulation. Because for how sweet Nanami was talking you through this, he was absolutely ruthless on your cunt. Not half the man he was this morning - animalistic. Feral, even.
His sharp jaw grinding against your skin, fingers almost a blur with how depraved they were pumping in and out of you. Massaging every hidden corner of your plushy walls, yet you get the feeling that they were calculated. Nanamiâs darkened eyes drinking in every whimper and twitch of your body over the glasses inching dangerously downwards. Searching, waiting for that one-
âNgh!â You worry youâd have fallen off the counter if it wasnât for Nanami holding you down. Body jolting at sudden electricity running through your veins, âOh- fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god Ken, there. Right thereââ
But before the sentence has even left your heavy lips, heâs hitting your g-spot once more. Easily finding the bullseye that has you bucking and arching into his mouth like such a slut.Â
And this time - Nanami lets you use his mouth all you want. The fingers splayed out to pin you down moves to toy with your puffy clit. Rolling between his fingers while he hisses out syrupy sweet praises, âShit, never liked mâname that much- ngh- but it sounds so pretty on your lips. So sweet. So- oh-âÂ
The sight of your cunt just beading with need has him kissing it once more. All over your sensitive nub, your ravaged hole, hell, even down to the mess of slick dripping down at your thighs. Faster. Sloppier. No rhythm or rhyme anymore.Â
âMâso close.â you whine, weaving your fingers through his blond hair to help ride his face easier. Jolting with each purposeful flick of his tongue. âGonna cum, Ken.â
âCum then.â he answers, simply, grinning a guiltily glossy grin, âYouâve got a lot to make up for, right?â
And then you do - stars behind your eyes and that little nickname youâd made Nanami in your mouth. Over and over while he tonguefucks you through your high.Â
âFuck- fuck fuck fuckââ you whine, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks eat time he swiped at your sensitive spots, dragging it out longer. Until your soft whimpers were drowning out the squelches from below. Until you were blinking your spotty vision back. Until you were squirming your hips higher up the counter to pull away from Nanamiâs unforgiving tactics. âMâtoo sensitive- Nana-â
He tuts, interrupting your orgasm-drunk babbles, âThaâs not what you call me.â Pulling away just enough to hum, âAll I did was eat this pretty cunt out, darling nâ you already forgot my name?â
You shiver - both at his mean little tone and the absolutely sinful sight between your shaky thighs. Nanamiâs lips plump and irritated, eyes foggy - glasses even more so with all the sloppy dredges of spit and your slick.
Shit, you think heâs never looked prettier.Â
âIs that so?â
Itâs all you hear before youâre hit with his glasses being gently placed onto your nose bridge - followed shortly by the realization that oh, you said that out loud. But Nanami basks in your sudden shyness, giving your lips a chaste, lingering peck. âYou dirtied my glasses, yâknow. Now you have to make up for that on top of the rent.â
And by the feeling of his thick tip kissing at your pussy lips, you had a very good idea about how youâd be making up for it. Making a mess. Sliding the curve of his head up and down. Up and down up and down up and-
âB-but donât forget.â you manage to grit out by the time heâs nudging his divot against your clit. âYou have to make- hah- make up for-âÂ
In a fluid motion, youâre reaching your fingers to dig into the irresistible tan skin at his hips, all hard muscle and the thick fabric of where heâd pulled his pants down just enough. You press down on his bulging back pocket, smirk growing at the familiar flash of hot pink you could spy, â-my panties.â
The moment the obscene little accusation leaves your lips, you give a soft tug forwards. Nanamiâs towering body being pulled easily to push his weeping tip past your puffy folds.Â
âF-fuck.â heâs throwing his head back at the feeling. âYou hngh- saw, huh?â
Oh, if he hadnât been imagining this the moment heâd stepped inside your apartment then Nanami thinks he mightâve just passed out right then and there.Â
Because you were so warm, so addictive wrapped around his cock - even when heâs barely even in. That he just has to keep going - after all, itâs for the rent, right?
Itâs what he likes to think.
Itâs what he whispers - over and over into your open mouth as he bullies his thick cock past your gummy entrance. Letting your plush walls suck the ever-loving soul out of him with each lazy, lingering grind just to fit himself inside.Â
âO-oh! Shit-â your nails leave jagged red marks down Nanamiâs broad shoulders when he stuffs you full. Desperate. âY-youâre so big, KenââÂ
At this, you feel Nanamiâs girth grow even wider, stretching your walls until it felt like he was molding your poor pussy to the shape. Just reaching into your lungs. You squeal, âWait- you got bigger- what-â
âI know I know, You got it, my love.â heâs soothing your cries with sugary kisses at the corners of your mouth. Drawing slow, methodical circles on your clit in time with his experimental thrusts. âYou got it. You can take it. Shhh shh-â Heâs drinking in your cute mewls, cupping your pretty face with his free hand, âYouâll take it right? All of it, like my good girl? Youâve gotta make up for it, right?â At your delirious nod, âWords, pretty.â
âYes, please.â You buck your hips in a sultry tandem matching his, the cool frame of his glasses still kissing at your skin. âMâgonna take it all like your good girl, Ken.â
Shit, he can feel himself growing even bigger just halfway into you, âThen-â Angling your teary face down to watch the mess down below. The way your greedy cunt was trying to milk each and every inch of him like it was delicious. â-look.â
You canât tear your eyes away as he delves into you so filthy.Â
Not waiting for your pathetic whines about him being âtoo bigâ - no, Nanamiâs only pulling you back from escaping like some sextoy - his favorite one. Still toying sweetly with your clit while he pushes against that feeble ring of resistance. Once. Twice. Thrice.Â
âKen!â youâre yelping out when he finally bottoms out. Your swollen folds meeting his drenched hilt, blond tufts of hair brushing up against your pelvis. Sighing, âFinally.â
âFinally?â heâs dragging out his words with an already-crooked, pussydrunk grin. Eyes wild - bewildered almost at how well you were taking him. âS-seriously? Did you say ngh- âfinallyâ, my girl?â Each word has him tapping more strength behind those thrusts, faster. Harder. Spitting out so contendly, âFinally- hah. Such a slut fâme, hm?â
Heâs plunging into you like such an animal right now, so harsh that it was almost difficult to pull back. To dare subject himself to not be buried inside your dripping cunt for even a split-second.Â
In response, you lick a long stripe up the sensitive area of his neck, splaying out a hand to squeeze Nanamiâs pec - and the rapid heartbeat you felt beneath it. âYouâre not- ngh- any better.â
âI know.â Nanami leers, unabashedly kneading at your sore tits now. Fucking you harder and harder into the counter. Connecting his sweaty forehead with yours to look you right in the eyes as he gruffs, âIâve been thinking about fucking this pretty cunt as soon as you opened that door, yâknow.â
You feel his cock twitch wildly at the confession, dragging against your gummy walls with his tip. Hitting - oh-so-expertly - that one sensitive honeypot of nerves. Which makes Nanamiâs mouth fall slack with what a treasure you were.Â
âY-youâre such a-â youâre moans are syrupy and slurring together now. Holding onto the larger man for dear life, âsuch a pervert, Ken.â
Shit, you were squeezing around him so hard that it was almost impossible to pull out. Abs straining to keep up the loud staccato of skin-against-skin, and Nanamiâs long, jagged rams inside your wet heaven.
Nanamiâs nosing down your pulse, letting his hot tongue loll out to catch the salty drops of your tears, âMhm, only for hngh- you. Because youâre my girl now, arenât ya?â
So easy for him to trawl out those addictive moans with each drag of the upwards curve of his fat cock. Thick tip hitting your g-spot, your cervix - as if he was branding his name into your pretty pussy from the inside. Sloppy.Â
Leaving a bruising little Kento. With his erratic fingers pinching and rolling your clit at the same feverish tempo of his cock bullying inside your cunt - Kento. With his heavy balls smacking against your ass, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure all the way up to his sensitive slit, rubbing up against your succubus walls - Kento. With the way your heels were now digging into those dimples at the bottom of his spine, sure to leave marks with the way you were pulling him impossibly closer. So needy - Kento.
Only getting sloppier. The only thing in your mind right now - Kento Kento Kento-
So, really, it makes sense when thatâs the only thing youâre capable of getting out once you cum. It sneaks up on you at first, and then all at once - and before you know it, youâre cumming so desperately all over Nanamiâs relentless cock.Â
Over and over.
Your thighs spasming, such a slutty ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth with each wave of pleasure heâs forcing out of you by targeting your ravaged g-spot. Only a few more of those sloppy, mean thrusts left in the man himself before Nanamiâs spilling into your greedy cunt.Â
Painting your gummy walls white with each painful squeeze of his balls, heâs still thrusting - as if on instinct. Shoving his seed deeper and deeper down your cum-filled hole until heâs sure itâs overfilled.Â
By god were you a vision, heâs thinking deliriously. Tears pooling at your eyes, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, throat to shoot to do anything but whimper when he keeps going in and out in and out in and-
And if he angled his head just right, he could see the hot globs of cum that take to trickling out from your puffy folds, pooling at a mouthwateringly creamy base around his hilt.
âAh,â Nanami wastes no time squeezing his index into your already-bulging entrance, pumping the cum slobbering out back in. âBetter- hah- better not waste any-â He could barely speak right now, cumming harder than he has in his whole life - in fact, his overworked cock was still shooting out wispy spurts of his seed. Like he couldnât stop. â-after all, yâhavenât made up for all the overdue rent yet, my love.â
A/N. Concept inspired by this NSFW audio by IchigekiVA that my friend sent me <3
Plagiarism of work not authorized.
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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*
a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick đźâđš so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!
nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.
nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.
nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.
nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?
nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.
nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (
nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.
choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.
nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?
nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.
nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.
"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."
uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.
"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.
nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.
nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.
nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.
nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.
nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)
nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.
"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."
oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.
you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.
"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.
fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.
he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.
nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)
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Sex in the suit (Wolverine)
Description: Y/N wants Logan to fuck her in the Wolverine suit
Warning: Smut, Wade
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Logan looked so hot in his suit. Y/N couldnât keep her eyes off him. So much so that Wade teases her about it anytime he sees her staring at him. âYa know I donât blame you, Peanut looks hot af in that suit.â Wade says, making Y/N giggle. Logan looks over and sees her giggling. He walks over to them, âYou making my girl laugh?â He asked jokingly. Wade raises his eyebrows under his mask, âListen Friendo you have no reason to be jealous. Little Y/N over here has a mask kink.â Y/Nâs jaw dropped at that and looked over at her friend shocked. Logan didnât really have a reaction which worried her even though they were dating. She looked at him worried but he didnât even look mad or upset. âWow, are you turning her down? Iâll take you up on that, cupcake.â Logan glared at him.Â
âSo the suit turns you on?â He asked them as she ate dinner. She chewed slowly and looked at him. âWrong time to ask, don't ya think?â She asked. He shrugged, âYouâre almost done.â He had a point but she was thinking about food not him fucking her in the suitâŠ.well shit now she was. âBut yeah, especially the mask.â She says. He raises his brows, âreally?â He asked.
She canât think straight when thinking about it. He looked so sexy in it and all she wanted to do was fuck him. She finished her last bite and quickly took the plate from her. She looked at him as he set it on the table. He came over to her and picked her up, making her giggle. âYou keep giggling like that, Iâll fuck you right here on the table babygirl.â He growls. âAs long as you wear the suit I donât care where you fuck me.â She purred. He set her on the counter, âstay right here.â He runs out of the room leaving her in her thoughts. She bit her lip just thinking about what was in store.
She decided to help him out by taking off her sweats leaving her in her shirt and panties. Her panties were lace and yellow fitting the vibe. Her panties were nearly soaked. It wasnât too much longer that he walked in the kitchen in the suit and he had the mask on as well. Her jaw dropped as if it was the first time seeing him in the suit. He walked up to her and she wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer, âYou look so hot baby.â She said and kissed him. The mask made it a little harder but it was still enjoyable. His large hands moved up her thighs to her wet panties.
She gasped in the kiss as he rubbed over her clothed clit. âFuck youâre wet.â He groaned. She moaned and threw her head back. His finger sped up the pace and his other hand gripped her hip hard, probably leaving a mark. She tried to move her hips but he stopped her, making her whine. âRelax baby. I want to fuck you on my cock.â His deep voice said. She whimpered at his words and he stopped rubbing her. He pulled down her panties and threw them somewhere in the kitchen. He picked her up and turned her around so her ass was up in the air.
âThis beautiful ass is just begging for it.â He said, slapping it. She moaned and shook her ass for him. He pulled down his pants and stroked himself a few times before lining up with her wet hole. He rubbed himself against her a few times before sliding in. He was bigger than anyone sheâs had sex with prior but so she still was getting used to his size. It took him a minute to fully be inside of her. Her gasps as she got used to him always got him. Once he was in her, he let her adjust before gripping her hips. His grip was tight as he fucked her back on his cock. He wasnât joking when he said he was gonna fuck her on his cock.
It was long before she was making the loudest noise possible. Luckily Wade wasnât staying over like he usually would so they both could be as loud as they wanted. âFuck Wolvy your dick hits all the right spots.â She whines. Never had she called him that before. But by the speed of him slamming her onto his dick increasing, she knew he liked it. âFuck sweetheart your pussy is so warm and made for me.â He groaned. Her hands had nothing to grip onto, so her fingers dug into the table.
âRight where we eat letting me take you like the dirty whore you are.â She moaned at that and clenched around him. âFuck baby girl if you do that again I might cum.â He moaned. He rarely ever moaned, just grunts and groans so she almost fell over the edge hearing that sound. âIâm close.â She whined and he grunted. His pace was inhuman fast as he had her fucking him and basically rearranging her organs. He twitched inside of her and they both knew that words didnât and couldnât be said. Her eyes rolled back and she nearly screamed his name as she came all over his cock.
He slowed the pace to let her ride out her orgasm. Little breathy moans left her mouth. He picked up the pace again making her whine out of sensitivity. âI know, baby. Daddyâs almost there.â He grunted. His hands squeezed her hips hard and he came inside of her not caring about protection. She gasped feeling his cum fill her up for the first time. He pulled out of her and watched as his cum spilled out of her. He took his hand and swirled her hole and pushed some of it back in her. She whimpered and he chuckled, âBe kinda hot to see you pregnant with my baby.â He said.
âYeah that would be hot, Peanut.â They both turned to see Wade in his Deadpool suit sitting on the window. âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â Logan growled. Y/N hid her body the best that she could from Wade. âRelax. I nearly missed the climax.â Logan growled and stormed up to him after pulling up his pants. âWhy are you mad, Peanut? You at least got some action.â He said in defense. âWade go home.â Y/N whined, annoyed that he saw them like that. âNot the kind of whining I want to hear.â He said and Wolverineâs claws came out. âLeave.â He growled at Wade and he sighed. âFine. But next time invite me will ya?â âWADE!â
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winter weight (nanami ver)
Synopsis: nanami has gained some weight this winter, it seems you don't mind.
based on this fanfic I wrote for Toji which was based on this fanart! thank you @lil-sis for requesting more nanami :,)
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You had known Nanami Kento for years before you were romantically involved. He had never made an inappropriate comment, always treated you with the utmost respect, and was all-around, the truest form of a gentleman.
For a time, you locked away your feelings for the kind man, sure he could never see you in that way, but little did you know, the man in question hid from your gaze, not because he did not want to see you, but in fear that you would see him. See him for what he was: a man, obsessed.
You had been with Ken for nine months now and he was everything you could want and more. He was communicative, thoughtful, and romantic. He looked at you in a way nobody had before. Likewise, for you, those nine months passed with comfortable ease.
This was your first winter together, and with the changing of the seasons you learned day by day that the man you knew was your life partner. The both of you were homebodies in a sense, however, with the chilly air and light snowfall this week, you were even more keen on a night in together.
You raced around the house, lighting candles, simmering mulling spices on the stove, and laying out blankets for the two of you. The house felt even cozier knowing that Ken was coming to join you.
He had spent the afternoon with his parents and was coming over after having dinner, he told you to eat without him and you had just finished cleaning your plate when you received a text,
"I am on my way now, sweetheart, is there anything you would like from the store?"
Ken was like this, domestic in the way that made you want to bounce around the room. You thought for a moment before deciding you would probably need more eggs. Earlier this week the two of you had planned a movie night, the next morning you were both hoping to bake cookies together while playing board games or taking turns reading to one another.
You informed him of the need for eggs and he told you he would be just a few more minutes. During that time you scrolled through the choices of movies, picking a few for the two of you to choose from.
Despite being together longer than the gestational period for a baby human, you still received butterflies in your stomach at the thought of his arrival. Knowing he was nearly home, you bounded to the kitchen and faced the door, the room smelled delicious, the only thing missing was his presence, and perhaps another layer of clothing.
Even so, you could hear his footsteps approach and knew that the two of you would share a blanket and body heat in no time.
When the man finally opened the door he was smiling shyly, a red dusting across his face from the cold. He wore a long winter coat, and in his arms were a bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift.
You rushed to greet him, taking the day bag from his arm,
"Oh! Ken, they're beautiful!" You stood on tiptoe as he bent his knee and you kissed his cold cheek. "Goodness, you're freezing! Come in please!"
"Hello, my love." He smiled more broadly now, wrapping his free arm around you, "This if from my parents, but they told me not to let you open it until the holidays."
A warmth ran through you, the Nanami's were all too kind. Kento set the flowers on the counter and stepped toward the coat rack by the door to retire his shoes and jacket.
In the motion it took for him to pull the sleeves off his broad shoulders, you took him in. Leaning on the kitchen counter you allowed yourself to stare at him. His dress shirt was tight on his arms, and his suit pants clung to his thighs. You took a step toward him again.
"I almost don't want you to change, you look so handsome in your work clothes."
"Well, I've certainly put on some weight. These pants hardly fit now." he looks increasingly uncomfortable, not to be in your presence but to show that he was dressed in such a tailored fashion.
"Ken, my dear, you look incredible." You contain the desire to squeeze his thigh by walking to the bedroom and bringing out a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt.
"Although you are a delight to see this way, I'll let you get comfortable." You smile and pinch his bicep.
"Thank you, dear, I don't believe I've ever been so heavy. It's all the good restaurants you introduce me to, perhaps I should get back into the gym." He had grabbed the soft clothes you picked for him and walked into the bedroom to change.
"You're the one bringing me to all those good restaurants so you can't just blame me." You smile from outside the door.
"I'm just grateful you're with me" He laughs, pulling the shirt over his head.
"Ugh!" You exclaim, "Of course, Ken, don't say something so ridiculous." He laughs but you are still caught on what he said earlier. "And don't start going to the gym, you look great, very chewable."
He pops out from behind the door and looks down at you, amused. "I'm not sure how to feel about that descriptor, but if you still like me with extra weight, then I suppose I can remain comfortable."
"Still like you?" You gasp offended, "Ken, I grow more attracted to you every day, I don't care how tight your clothes are, in fact, it's a good look."
He gives you a mischievous face, "Go sit on the couch, pick a movie, stop trying to seduce me."
You laugh, incredulous, "I'm not trying anything, I'm only speaking the truth." You shrug, bounding to the couch and crawling beneath the blanket. Ken brings two mugs of cider before joining you.
That night you lay on his chest, watching a cheesy romance, the both of you laughing at the silly main character. You tilt your head up, to watch his face, your eyes catching the beginning of a few grey hairs dispersed in his blonde hair. You gently run your hand through his undercut.
In that moment, in his arms, as comfortable as you've ever been, you are sure, he is the man you will grow old with.
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