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Nanami Kento

TW: yandere, NSFW, noncon/dubcon, inexperienced reader, virginity loss, size-difference, abuse of power, lies and manipulation, captive darling, age-gap

AN: thinking about a pervy sex therapist Nanami~

fem reader

You started coming to his home office once a week. 

Unsure of it all, in the beginning, you were so nervous. He looked so strict – sitting opposite you in his dark brown leather chair with such a tight expression on his face. 

But you came around to like him soon enough. 

He was a nice man. Serious but tender with you – putting out freshly baked muffins on the coffee table and always giving you a warm cup of chamomile with vanilla and honey before getting started. 

And he was knowledgeable too – had that mature air about him that seemed so polished and proficient you couldn’t help but hang off every word like it was scripture.

When he told you to stop wearing bras because they hinder natural breast growth, you listened, and when he said that keeping your pussy hairless was important for hygienic purposes, you believed him because you trusted him.

He diagnosed you with virgin anxiety and has been so patient with you ever since, helping you overcome it.

Professional enough to practice with you. Sticking a gloved finger inside your pretty pussy when you’re propped on his examination bed, testing out your tightness with words reassuring you that you just need to wait and allow your body to provide the wetness – smiling at you kindly, that way old men do, more with his eyes than his lips, when you’re weeping with slick enough to accommodate all three of his lengthy fingers inside you – squeezing on him so tight.

You gush, shaking your head while spluttering apologies when you cum around them, but he just rubs your clit slowly, with veteran steadiness – telling you it's only natural and healthy for a young woman like you to be so sensitive under a man's touch – that it’s nothing to be ashamed or scared of – on the contrary, it’s something you should feel very proud of.

He’s also kind enough to give you extra sessions – at least three times a week at his home office – sometimes even breaking his own rules, treating you to a house call, coming to your apartment for a nice little chat. 

He even assigns you daily exercises for you to do on your own – though he encourages you to call him so he can guide you through it. Instructing you to wet your fingers in your mouth first before you touch yourself down there.

He listens to your little moans filtered through the phone – bated breaths and whimpers as you get yourself all bothered and needy for more. 

He tells you to turn on the camera so he can see if you’re doing it right, and you listen – placing the phone in view of your tiny fingers struggling to reach and stuff your cute cunt.

He praises you on your good job – his own camera off, for obvious reasons – he can't have you seeing his raging shaft just yet, or how he jerks it to the sight of your tight little cunt. A deep furrow between his brows and his jaw locked tight, resolute in his plans of coaxing you into giving him your first time. He groans just thinking about it, splurting his load into his fist, listening to you moan for him. “This feels funny, Nanami-san~ Is this right? ~ Please, Nanami-san, teach me~” 

He's been coveting your virginity for months now – grooming you – making you pliant and gullible, and soon, all his patience and hard work would pay off. 

It’s cute that you don’t know it yet… but your pretty little pussy is all his.

He expertly works it into your sessions as an exercise. One he promises you’ll benefit from. Telling you your condition can be blamed on never having studied a real grown man’s cock – that, because it’s such a foreign thing to you, you end up fearing it.

He reminds you how this is a safe space – tells you that all he cares about is your wellbeing – as he sets himself next to you on the couch, his thick thigh next to yours, while buckling up his belt and zipping himself free – taking his fat erection out for you to lay your innocent eyes on.

“Here it is.” He clears his throat with a rusty sigh, sounding relieved when his manhood springs free, standing proud and fat.

His veins flex along his arm beneath dark blonde hair as he strokes the length lazily – up and down slowly. Making old noises – heavy sighs and hums – dragging the foreskin back and revealing its plush mushroomed head.

You take it in with doe eyes.

“Don’t be shy. Tell me your thoughts.”

You swallow thickly at the assignment, blinking out of your stare. Shocked and embarrassed, though curious, but also a little grossed out – you’re not sure what feeling you end up with. “Uhm- It’s very… big.”

He chuckles low at that. “Come on, you can do better. What else?” He urges you, offering another deep but light-hearted laugh. “You can be honest. It’s a little funny looking, huh?”

“Yeah-” You giggle lightly in return, though you’re still somewhat uneasy – sitting as though you plan on leaving, but staying nonetheless, at the edge of your seat – eyes glued to the chubby member, studying the curve of its spine and the veins forking their way up to its head.

“Feel up to touching it?” He asks, and your eyes snap to his – lined with crow’s feet and something so trustworthy. 

But still, you promptly shake your head in embarrassment. “Oh- no, thank you, Nanami-san-” But he’s already taken your smaller hand in his, pulling you back by guiding it to his lap. 

“No, no, little one- this is what we've been training for. You won’t get better if you don’t try.” He scolds you, voice both dismissive and reassuring all at once. “Here- feel it.” 

He wraps your tiny fingers around the stout shaft and overlaps your hand with his, helping you find the rhythm – stroking it nice and slow. 

“There you go, just like that. Good.”

You hesitate at first. Giving your lip a soft bite while thinking about his previous words.

Was he right? Are you scared because you've never looked at or touched a real penis before?

You don't want to be a virgin forever – it's embarrassing as an adult – it makes you still feel like such a silly little girl.

So... if Dr. Nanami says that this will help you overcome your fears, then you suppose...

You'll do it.

You gulp and follow his movement – up and down the large and lengthy pole.

It's so warm – pulsing in your grip, twitching at your soft touch. Skin so thin, almost rubbery, holding something much tougher than you’d imagined.

In your hand, it’s a lot bigger as well. You can’t even reach your fingers around the thickness to touch your thumb.

“All of this goes inside me?” You ask, under your breath – swallowing thickly while he leads your dainty hand downward into the hair around his base, then up to the wet tip, which pilled and trickled with white pearls getting caught between your fingers – warm and sticky.

“That’s right, every inch.” He answers – voice relaxed – pleased by how well you were doing. “Does that scare you?”

You bite your lip and rub your thighs together. “A little…”

“But it makes you feel a little warm, too, hm?” He suggests. “Makes your mouth wet? And also, that soft place between your legs?”

You make a nervous sound, digging your nails into your knee, where you let your other hand rest awkwardly. 

He hums again with a soft chuckle. “Don’t be embarrassed, little one. It’s a good thing.” He ensures, encouragingly squeezing your hand underneath his while lifting the other up to your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear – before sliding it across the back of your neck. “Let's see you be brave and give it a taste.”

You hesitate again – this time a little more decidedly. “I don’t think I can-” But Dr. Nanami is strong, keeping your neck in a pinch as he guides you down into a bow.

“It’s alright, I’m here to help you. Just open your mouth, and I’ll show you how.” He insists soothingly. Spreading his thighs out further while laying your head down on his lap, hips moving languidly when brushing his shaft up between your lips. 

It’s so big, so hot, pumping with warmth where you kiss it on the side on a particularly fat and throbbing vein.

He lifts you up slightly and angles the tip into your mouth, creating a cute bulge in your cheek where he rests his hand to keep you down when you flinch at the salty tang getting caught by your saliva. The taste quickly coats your entire tongue.

“Mmh- that’s a big girl~ getting her first mouthful of cock.” Dr. Nanami sighs with a groan, dropping his head back against the couch cushions while pushing up into the pouch of your cheek in lazy thrusts. It strains – makes you feel like it might poke through and make a hole.

He lets it settle there for a moment, enjoying the wet warmth and the unsure movements of your sweet tongue – not knowing where to go with all the space occupied by his meat.

But then he tangles both hands in your hair, gathering it all into a neat ponytail. And, lifting your skull up directly above, he sends his cock down your guzzle even when you whine out in meek protest.

“Breathe through your nose and try your best to swallow it down as far as your throat allows.” He instructs, keeping a tight-knit grip around your hair in one fist whilst the other hand slides down to pet your cheek in soothing circles.

Forcing it down your tight little amateur throat even when your jaw feels like it’s unlocking. 

“Good girl.” He sighed once he’d wedged himself in all the way until your lips kissed the pubes at his base.

Your smaller hands dent the muscle of his thigh, offering a meager push. Mewing out a “Mrph-” while you gag around the trunk. 

He holds you there, roosting inside your throat for another satisfying moment before easing up, pulling you up by your pony.

You gasp, halfway choked on your spit – but he's not much concerned.

“Stand up- let me feel.” He rushes out in a stiff order, ignoring how you cough and slurp for air – forcing you up to stand between his knees. 

His firm hands plant themselves on your hips, being the only sturdy thing balancing you as you wobble – unsteady when he tugs your skirt and panties down until they drop into a pool around your ankles.

He then pulls you onto his lap – seating you with your back leaning against his chest with his cock gliding up through your inner thighs, rubbing against your bare cunt.

You’re still light-headed, bracing yourself against his broad chest while he keeps one thick arm strong around your waist – holding you snug. The other jerks his manhood, tapping it against your clit in soft spit-wet slaps.

“Let’s see how it feels inside you.” He grunts against your ear, resting his chin-stubbled jaw in the dip between your neck and shoulder – looking to where he has your thighs spread over his own.

“N-no, Nanami-san-” You manage to squeak out softly with a voice both teary and hoarse from choking. “Please- I’m not ready-”

But he doesn’t listen – and any struggle you try to inflict ends up aimless where you’re barred beneath his arm – strict and tough with brawn like it’s a seatbelt on a rollercoaster ride.

“I think you're more than ready for it. Trust me.” He’s growling now – so menacingly, you don’t dare speak against it. Only watching the glossy veiny beast with bleary eyes while he rubs through your pussylips with the fat plush bulge topping it – catching your clit and making you gasp before zoning down to your pretty little twitchy hole.

You whine when it’s forced to stretch open as he nudges himself inside the pill-sized opening despite your effort to climb away from it.

“It hurts, Nanami-san!” You cry, but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

“Your virgin pussy will understand it soon. Don’t worry.” He dismisses – continuing to ease his thickness into the tautness, knowing you must be feeling close to tearing apart once his head’s finally swallowed in with a pop, followed by his inches bullying through you one by one, each feeling like a painful mile. 

You cry out, nearly screaming, “Please, Nanami-san! Take it out- it’s too much-” worming on his lap, trying to wiggle it out.

But he has you under reigns, and your struggling only results in him sinking inside you faster. Now, so deep you feel him nuzzle against your womb – and still it keeps sleaving itself until it curves against your walls and pudges out in a cute belly bulge.

“We've trained for this. You need to allow your body the time it takes to get comfortable.” He coos, sounding less on edge now that you’ve taken him inside your comfort.

His chest rumbles with satisfaction against your back as he sits there relaxed, bouncing you slackly but not too much just yet.

He keeps you seated but lifts his other arm to tug off your tiny T-shirt. 

“Here, let's take this off. It’ll help.” He excuses, and you’re a little too desperate for the relief to refuse – listening to the kindness in his voice and lifting your arms in hope, letting him fling it off.

Only in socks now. You throw your head back and whine when he twists one of your pretty nipples into a sore nub – chest arching from the contact. The arm holding you in place slides a hand between your thighs and starts circling your cute button, flicking over it with a gritty fingerprint.

The friction makes your belly bloom all sorts of colors, making you lock and quiver around that big thing he has nestled inside you, throbbing against your womb as he only gently bounces you on his lap – stretching your little pussy out generously as it suckles him so very sweetly – so very wet, drooling on his lap –squeezing him oh-so-snug.

You feel sticky after a while of twisting and refusing. Feeling so full and feverish. Neck wet from tongue and lips – so wet, spit is running slow trails down your chest, cool in the chilly open air of his home office.

You still think you want to stop, but you’re not as tense anymore – resting prettily against his chest. Moaning for each swirl he does over your budding clit – having quaked with pleasure a whole of three times already, gummy walls rippling all along his shaft as you softly loll your hips on him in return.

There’s a pool of your slick between the two of you – having drooled form where it seeps around the tight edges of where he has you stuffed air-tight, running down his balls to gloss the leather seat beneath. 

He takes it as a sign that you’re ready for the real thing. 

It’s almost unfair – how easily your smaller body is held in his hands. Maneuvered so effortlessly as he lifts your thighs up against your chest, then spreads them wide. 

He hooks your knees on his elbows and braids his fingers behind your neck. It's an awkward position, but you’re completely locked in it. Unable to do a thing except wail with moans once he starts pistoning his fat man-cock up inside you. 

It’s way worse when he stands up – bouncing you in the air – holding you folded against his chest, your legs dangling over his arms, jumping as he pounds his meat inside you, stuffing your cunt full on every deep thrust – stabbing your poor stomach until you’re screaming and squirting from the pressure.

Feeling you soak him is the last straw – so tight while spraying a hot mess.

He sits down again, lifting you off his cock before fanning your clit with four fingers – making you gush out every last drop, screaming while raining on his cock until you’ve strangled it out one final time – left shaking.

You’re then ushered down to the floor, on your knees – the top of your head leveled with Dr. Nanamis's big hand, keeping your face forward as he faps his sturdy thickness at your mouth.

“Open your mouth wide.” He orders, his teeth grit while his bulbing cockhead kisses your lips. 

You listen when he gives your little head a shake – rolling your tongue out while dropping your jaw for him.

“That’s a good girl-” He praises, placing his tip on the wet bed of your soft pink tongue, giving his cock only a few more tugs before his balls clenched hard and sent a big fat load through his cock out into your pretty little open mouth.

He groans heavily, almost angrily, squeezing every spurt out – some coming out so heavy it spills up your face and down your chin – but mostly getting caught where you have your lips parted to receive it.

“Good girl.” He repeats, taking in the sight of your painted face – so cute covered in his cum. 

He smiles.

“Now swallow it all down. And don’t waste a single drop. It's rich in vitamins young girls like you need to become proper ladies.”

You don’t want to close your mouth – you want to spit all of it out and rinse the rest with toothpaste and water. But the hand petting your head is so heavy, you don’t dare. So you swallow. Sniffling at the yucky taste once it sits warm in your stomach, still so sticky and gross on your tongue.

But Dr. Nanami seems pleased.

“Moving forward, I think you’ll benefit from closer examination.” He says. “I've made arrangements to have you institutionalized here, where I can keep a closer eye on you and offer more frequent assistance. You still have a long way to go before you’re well, little one. I’m not close to seeing the results I need in order to release you from my care.”

You’re still too shocked by the former events to look confused, but the sick feeling in your gut just keeps growing.

“Don’t worry. We’ll keep training, and soon I’ll have you turned into a proper little cock-pet.”

You want to run, but after what you’re body had just been put through, aching and screaming at you like it was your fault – you knew you wouldn’t be able to do much more than crawl, and something about the still fat cock resting its weight against Dr. Nanamis thigh told you he wasn’t done with you just yet.

“Give my cock some time to rest, and we’ll try it again later.” He confirmed your fears, still with his hand stroking your head like a pet at his feet. “Meanwhile, why don’t you tell me how your sweet pussy liked losing its virginity- and how this little face enjoyed getting its first-ever taste of cock and cum, hm?”

sequel

[ykwtfgo]

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 Older Yandere Captor x Reader

⟡ AN: definitely going to hell for this one. ⟡ TW: 18+ ONLY, NON CON, daddy kink, kind of incest? (no ACTUAL incest but sort of vibes?), spanking, captivity, overstimulation punishment,

Thinking of an older yandere captor.

He's old enough to be your father and he knows it, but that just adds to the thrill for him. You're so small, so sweet and pure. You have that fresh air of innocence that’s absent among women his own age. He's been around long enough to know that the world is a dangerous place for a girl like you. Your naivety would get you in trouble. That's why you need Daddy to protect you and guide you along.

So, he keeps you locked up at home, right where a good little girl should be, waiting patiently for Daddy to come home from work. You don't have to worry your sweet little head about a thing. He'll provide for you, keep you safe, and make sure you have everything you need to be happy and healthy - all he asks is for you to do your share of the housework and your obedience.

He expects you to show your gratitude by happily offering up your tight young cunt. Allowing Daddy to take out all of his stress on your perfect young pussy. Let him give it his love and stuff it tight every hour of the day. He'll fuck you dumb, sometimes for hours at a time. He wants you to beg him, cry out Oh please Daddy! Please fill up my cunt! as he ruts into you. Always ready to take anything he has to give you with a smile. If you're lucky, he might even reward you for all your hard work. Licking and sucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're a panting, dumb mess, begging and pleading for him to please stop! can't take any more!

He expects you to drop to your knees whenever he asks, ready to worship your Daddy's dick and drink down all of his hot cum. Thanking him for his nut with hooded eyes, never ever wasting a drop. He wants you to wake him up with your lips around his cock (unless he gets up first and decides that his dick in your pussy is going to be your alarm clock that morning) thank him as he cums all over your face and happily wear his sperm down to breakfast. He expects you to train your throat for him - practicing daily with dildos while he's at work - working towards finally being able to take every inch in that tiny little mouth.

He expects your tight ass too, much to your chagrin. Every hole is Daddy's hole he says, watching the distress grow on your face as he slides in, not stopping until he's at the hilt. He'll kiss your tears as he pounds you into the bed (or the couch, or the carpet even if he's feeling impatient) cooing sweet things into your ear - praising you for being such a good butt-slut for your Daddy and telling you to let it all out. Don't worry though, all those toys Daddy bought to keep you nice and stretched when he's not around should help with the pain.

He has to hand it to you, you put up a good fight against him at the beginning. You may not be strong, but you're certainly clever. Using a bobby pin you found under his dresser to pick the lock and get out, or banging against the walls while he's at work, hoping that the mailman will hear the noise and come investigate. You'd never get far in your escape attempts though, Daddy always drags you back and puts you back in your place.

After the latter incident, he brought you straight over his lap and belted you until your ass was a bright, firetruck red - then he tied you to a chair, gagged and blindfolded with a hitachi buzzing against your clit. He left you there for the rest of the night, writhing and screaming as orgasm after orgasm was forced out of your shaking body. The next morning he came downstairs to find an absolutely beautiful picture - you shivering, covered in a cold sweat, drool pooling on the floor from where it dripped down your gag, your chest heaving in shaky but balanced breaths as if you were trying very hard to focus on them, to bring your attention anywhere but your aching clit - you looked absolutely spent, but you weren't done.

He could see the relief on your face when he removed your bonds, only to be immediately drained when he pulled you over his lap again. He spanked you again, ensuring that your sweet bottom was properly bruised and aching before tying you back to the chair. You thrashed against him, but it was no use. A little girl like you couldn't ever hope to overpower him. He left you again with the hitachi buzzing away, your wails echoing on the basement walls.

He repeated the pattern twice more, only untying you and carrying you back upstairs once you'd been reduced to a zombie - sitting and taking what he gave you with no resistance, only daring to whimper pathetically as he walked towards you. You were a sorry sight. Daddy didn't like punishing his baby girl, it really did hurt him even more than you, but you needed to learn that he is doing what's best for you. He knows what you need better than you do because he's older and more experienced. You had to trust him and obey.

He put you on your knees so you could beg him for forgiveness, and after you'd swallowed a load of his cum he finally carried you to bed.

Your behavior has vastly improved since then. He only has to correct you for little things now - leaving the lights on when you leave a room, leaving a sink full of dirty dishes at night, accidentally cumming before he's given you permission - little things like that. You were a good girl. He was proud of you and all your progress.

Because of your obedience, he takes you on short trips outside sometimes as a reward. You'd been excited about this at first, but then he informed you that just because you aren't in Daddy's house, doesn't mean he isn't your Daddy. You're still required to call him Dad or Daddy in public. He gets a sick rush when the clueless waitress coos about how sweet it is that he still takes his daughter out even though she's grown up. He loves making you ask him for things - a wave of heat going to his groin when you look up at him with those big bright eyes, a sweet blush dusting your face as you ask could I get a milkshake instead of a sundae, Dad?

The worst incident (or best depending on which party you're asking) was when he brought you to his church. You're forced to smile and play the part as he introduces you to his pastor and the sweet old lady volunteers as his daughter. You leave feeling mortified - knowing that right after the old women invited you to come back any time, reminding you what a lucky girl you were to have such a good father, he brought you to the bathroom and absolutely railed you - grunting that the lord will forgive you as he spilled his worth in your cunt.

You and him have a good thing going, he thinks. Both of your needs are getting met, even if you don't always agree with him on what you need. It was fine. He'd keep on drying your tears until you were finally ready to admit that you loved being Daddy's little girl. You'd come around eventually, you just needed a firm hand and some guidance. He'd make you a Daddy's girl if it's the last thing he does.

erwin smith, nanami kento, osamu miya, daichi sawamura, keishin ukai, endeavor, izuku midoriya, jesse mccree

[ykwtfgo]

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 Older Yandere Captor x Reader

⟡ AN: definitely going to hell for this one. ⟡ TW: 18+ ONLY, NON CON, daddy kink, kind of incest? (no ACTUAL incest but sort of vibes?), spanking, captivity, overstimulation punishment,

Thinking of an older yandere captor.

He's old enough to be your father and he knows it, but that just adds to the thrill for him. You're so small, so sweet and pure. You have that fresh air of innocence that’s absent among women his own age. He's been around long enough to know that the world is a dangerous place for a girl like you. Your naivety would get you in trouble. That's why you need Daddy to protect you and guide you along.

So, he keeps you locked up at home, right where a good little girl should be, waiting patiently for Daddy to come home from work. You don't have to worry your sweet little head about a thing. He'll provide for you, keep you safe, and make sure you have everything you need to be happy and healthy - all he asks is for you to do your share of the housework and your obedience.

He expects you to show your gratitude by happily offering up your tight young cunt. Allowing Daddy to take out all of his stress on your perfect young pussy. Let him give it his love and stuff it tight every hour of the day. He'll fuck you dumb, sometimes for hours at a time. He wants you to beg him, cry out Oh please Daddy! Please fill up my cunt! as he ruts into you. Always ready to take anything he has to give you with a smile. If you're lucky, he might even reward you for all your hard work. Licking and sucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're a panting, dumb mess, begging and pleading for him to please stop! can't take any more!

He expects you to drop to your knees whenever he asks, ready to worship your Daddy's dick and drink down all of his hot cum. Thanking him for his nut with hooded eyes, never ever wasting a drop. He wants you to wake him up with your lips around his cock (unless he gets up first and decides that his dick in your pussy is going to be your alarm clock that morning) thank him as he cums all over your face and happily wear his sperm down to breakfast. He expects you to train your throat for him - practicing daily with dildos while he's at work - working towards finally being able to take every inch in that tiny little mouth.

He expects your tight ass too, much to your chagrin. Every hole is Daddy's hole he says, watching the distress grow on your face as he slides in, not stopping until he's at the hilt. He'll kiss your tears as he pounds you into the bed (or the couch, or the carpet even if he's feeling impatient) cooing sweet things into your ear - praising you for being such a good butt-slut for your Daddy and telling you to let it all out. Don't worry though, all those toys Daddy bought to keep you nice and stretched when he's not around should help with the pain.

He has to hand it to you, you put up a good fight against him at the beginning. You may not be strong, but you're certainly clever. Using a bobby pin you found under his dresser to pick the lock and get out, or banging against the walls while he's at work, hoping that the mailman will hear the noise and come investigate. You'd never get far in your escape attempts though, Daddy always drags you back and puts you back in your place.

After the latter incident, he brought you straight over his lap and belted you until your ass was a bright, firetruck red - then he tied you to a chair, gagged and blindfolded with a hitachi buzzing against your clit. He left you there for the rest of the night, writhing and screaming as orgasm after orgasm was forced out of your shaking body. The next morning he came downstairs to find an absolutely beautiful picture - you shivering, covered in a cold sweat, drool pooling on the floor from where it dripped down your gag, your chest heaving in shaky but balanced breaths as if you were trying very hard to focus on them, to bring your attention anywhere but your aching clit - you looked absolutely spent, but you weren't done.

He could see the relief on your face when he removed your bonds, only to be immediately drained when he pulled you over his lap again. He spanked you again, ensuring that your sweet bottom was properly bruised and aching before tying you back to the chair. You thrashed against him, but it was no use. A little girl like you couldn't ever hope to overpower him. He left you again with the hitachi buzzing away, your wails echoing on the basement walls.

He repeated the pattern twice more, only untying you and carrying you back upstairs once you'd been reduced to a zombie - sitting and taking what he gave you with no resistance, only daring to whimper pathetically as he walked towards you. You were a sorry sight. Daddy didn't like punishing his baby girl, it really did hurt him even more than you, but you needed to learn that he is doing what's best for you. He knows what you need better than you do because he's older and more experienced. You had to trust him and obey.

He put you on your knees so you could beg him for forgiveness, and after you'd swallowed a load of his cum he finally carried you to bed.

Your behavior has vastly improved since then. He only has to correct you for little things now - leaving the lights on when you leave a room, leaving a sink full of dirty dishes at night, accidentally cumming before he's given you permission - little things like that. You were a good girl. He was proud of you and all your progress.

Because of your obedience, he takes you on short trips outside sometimes as a reward. You'd been excited about this at first, but then he informed you that just because you aren't in Daddy's house, doesn't mean he isn't your Daddy. You're still required to call him Dad or Daddy in public. He gets a sick rush when the clueless waitress coos about how sweet it is that he still takes his daughter out even though she's grown up. He loves making you ask him for things - a wave of heat going to his groin when you look up at him with those big bright eyes, a sweet blush dusting your face as you ask could I get a milkshake instead of a sundae, Dad?

The worst incident (or best depending on which party you're asking) was when he brought you to his church. You're forced to smile and play the part as he introduces you to his pastor and the sweet old lady volunteers as his daughter. You leave feeling mortified - knowing that right after the old women invited you to come back any time, reminding you what a lucky girl you were to have such a good father, he brought you to the bathroom and absolutely railed you - grunting that the lord will forgive you as he spilled his worth in your cunt.

You and him have a good thing going, he thinks. Both of your needs are getting met, even if you don't always agree with him on what you need. It was fine. He'd keep on drying your tears until you were finally ready to admit that you loved being Daddy's little girl. You'd come around eventually, you just needed a firm hand and some guidance. He'd make you a Daddy's girl if it's the last thing he does.

erwin smith, nanami kento, osamu miya, daichi sawamura, keishin ukai, endeavor, izuku midoriya, jesse mccree

[ykwtfgo]

tw/ hórny èx bf, hè ís à crèèp, nôncôn, èxplïcït ând nsfw thèmès.

It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

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Yandere Roomie Gojo

MDNI- NSFW- Satoru x you

CW: there is obviously yandere content here, look at the title lol. Videoing w/o consent, being psycho and controlling, oral sex (f recieving) breed kink like a MF, manipulation, reader rolls w/ it bc it's Gojo, don't read if you don't like darker things, I have plenty of sweet Gojo stories here

Yandere Roomie Gojo who may or may not have bribed your landlord to kick you out, just so you'd have to live with him, but don't worry, you're better off this way, he knows what's best for you!

Yandere Roomie Gojo who is your 'best friend' such a good friend that he drives you wherever you need to go, when your car keeps mysteriously breaking down (hmm, couldn't be him removing parts could it?)

Yandere Roomie Gojo who smiles and blinks his beautiful blue eyes on you when you show him your outfit for the night. 'oh, going out? where?' he asks so casually, you flush a bit as his eyes slowly asses your body, you wish he would ask you out, but you think you're probably just friends. 'a date.'

Yandere Roomie Gojo holds back his anger at the thought of anyone touching what must be his, but he puts on another bright smile, raising a thin white brow 'ya need a ride, sweets?' 'no, he's coming to get me, don't worry!'

Yandere Roomie Gojo surely can't just let you go on some date alone, what if something happens to you? Sure, he has a tracker on your phone, but he decides to follow you there, sitting in his fancy sports car as he spies on you, your date and you are sitting outside and having drinks, making him furious when the guy touches your thigh.

Yandere Roomie Gojo sees you tense a bit, staring at your phone, and the guy is getting too handsy, he sees your text then, and his heart thuds from his chest. Satoru, I'm so sorry are you busy? he needs no further reason to get out of his car, smiling and sauntering over, hands in the pockets of his slacks, as you look at him with shock, mouth wide open.

Yandere Roomie Gojo has you in his car next to him, you're torn between asking how he got there so fast and just being relieved he's here. 'Toru...' fuck that nickname ruins him. 'yeah, sweets?' You lean over and press a kiss on his cheek. 'thank you for coming to get me, I just... didn't like his vibe I guess'

Yandere Roomie Gojo has you back in his house now, you live in a fucking penthouse with this gorgeous, tall man, and the couple of drinks you've had loosen you up too much, Satoru wants to fuck you so hard you remember he owns you, but he needs it to be your idea, so he just kisses your forehead. 'get some sleep'

Yandere Roomie Gojo is stroking his cock as he watches you strip in your room, of course he has cameras in there, you're being stubborn so far and won't let him see what's his. You sit on your bed then, in some lacy slutty panties and a bra, spreading your thighs and thinking of him, of Satoru, slipping your fingers down your slick cunt, playing with your throbbing clit now, all while Satoru watches, fucking into his hand and picturing you.

Yandere Roomie Gojo hears you cry out his name then, clear as day, blinking rapidly, your fingers are pushing in and out of your little hole, you're not trying to be quiet either, and then he can't fucking take it, it's like you're facing the camera on purpose but you couldn't know. he continues to watch you until he can't take it, slipping up his boxers and walking to your door.

Yandere Roomie Gojo realizes you left the door unlocked, and you gasp when he enters, but you don't cover yourself up at all, no you spread your thighs, revealing your soaked panties your little hand has slipped under. Satoru glares at you now. 'what are you doing, huh? playing with what's mine?' You tremble a bit, sucking yourself off your finger then. 'then show me, Satoru'

Yandere Roomie Gojo doesn't realize how badly you've wanted him, and how you've noticed some things, you noticed the little camera in your room last week, and you got off on him watching you. You know he's probably fucking up your car, and you didn't even wanna go on that date, but it's all to get him to finally drop his act, and drop it he does, when he kisses you over your lacy panties, tongue lapping at you now.

Yandere Roomie Gojo has his hair being pulled by you, fingers enwrapping in silky white locks, as you yank him against you, crying out while he's making your flimsy barrier nothing. He rips them off you then, revealing your soaking wet cunt. 'show you that you're mine, all mine, pussy only will be touched by me, got it baby?' you just nod eagerly, earning his sadistic laugh as he swipes his tongue up your slit, making juices pool from your little hole.

Yandere Roomie Gojo devours your pussy in the quiet room, filled with the sounds of his slurping, your squelching wetness and both of your moans then. He sucks your clit in his hot mouth, blue eyes looking under snowy lashes while you fall apart for him, drenching his face with your arousal, which he laps up every fucking bit, until he leans up smirking, shoving two fingers in your tight hole, whsipering 'never fucking anyone else, got me baby?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo is curling his long fingers in your gummy walls, pressing that spot that blinds you, you cling to him, back arching, he yanks your tits out with his other hand, they bounce gently as he smacks them then. 'Answer me, now' 'only want you, Satoru... I already know you... w-want me...' he glares, leaning over you, so big and intimidating, as he's scissoring his fingers in your sloppy cunt. 'what's that now? can't hear you over your slutty pussy'

Yandere Roomie Gojo watches as your eyes roll back in your skull, watches you twitch as you soak his hand. 'I know, Toru... I know you w-watch me, psycho' he snorts then, yanking his fingers out, making you whine 'n-no, more please!' he shoves his fingers in your mouth, watching you suck your juices off them eagerly. 'you get off on it, me being fucking obsessed, huh?' you nod weakly, and Satoru has your thighs spread and pressed up, his tip drooling precum against your aching hole. 'then let me be clear, you'll never see or date anyone again, got it?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo grins as you weakly nod, filling your tight hole in one stroke, stuffing you so full you scream out, pussy gripping him like a vise, drooling down his veiny cock to his balls, pooling under you. He loses his contol then, gripping your thighs and leaning over you, blue eyes dilated and fucking insane as he fucks into you, slamming your poor cervix as you try to wriggle, you can't even breathe, he's everywhere. 'this what you wanted, me to show you how much I want you?' 'show me, please'

Yandere Roomie Gojo fucks you so hard you couldn't care less about how insane he is, not when he's got you on your tummy, filling you prone bone, not when he's cumming so deep and filling your cunt, and certainly not when he's got you on his face, his cum and yours pooling as he laps you up. And definitely not when he's using you like his little fuckdoll, slamming up into your eager hole, smirking as he watches the bulge in your tummy, the way your cute fucked out face looks, the tears of overstimulation in your eyes.

Yandere Roomie Gojo lets you know then 'gonna breed this pussy, put babies in you, k-keep you here with me' you should probably be scared, but it's Satoru Gojo saying it, and you just whimper in response, while he fills you again and again, to the point you're passing out from so much pleasure, and he's still pushing you further, like he's not even human.

Yandere Roomie Gojo the next day is back to being sweet it seems, smiling and having made you breakfast, you wince as you sit down, aching and throbbing all over. You nibble on it, humming to yourself, then see your phone unlocked on the counter. 'you have my phone, Toru?' 'yeah sweets, period tracker. threw out those birth control pills too, don't worry. also... do you need that job anymore?'

Yandere Roomie Gojo watches the shock on your pretty face, but you soon forget it when he's got you spread wide on the kitchen table, plates clattered to the floor, and he's laughing at your poor puffy lips, your abused little hole. 'mine' he murmurs, as he eats his breakfast, you.

Gojo drabbles here - Gojo long oneshots here

Being yandere isn't cool unless you're Gojo, that's the PSA- I may make this a whole ass oneshot if anyone wants? lmk lol

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request from @watermelonslut but I made him yandere lol

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bro’s locked in to watch ep 1000 of sora warrior of the sea

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eyepatch + chopper live reaction to zoro saying fuck. the crew came up with the rule to not swear around chopper

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my goats

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i like luffy being carried around/crawling all over his crewmates.. living up to the name monkey

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⚔️Protector⚔️

Just try hurting Luffy, I dare you.

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hello everyone i have nothing to post

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Bimbo!Reader that constantly sends Konig's nudes to encourage him while he's away and working

Getting a bullet to his hip and frantically checking over his phone only to see his pretty, gorgeous, fucking dumb girlfriend send him nudes in an attempt to make him feel better wasn't something that Konig could ever get used to. Not the bullet part - he got plenty of those, and it barely even pains him anymore - but the nude part. The girlfriend part. Fucking gorgeous girlfriend who likes him enough to send him nudes and bed him to send some back. Like he would ever stand in the bathroom after getting patched up, trying to find the best angle for his body and- Yeah, this is exactly what he is doing. Fuck. The photos you get are always blurry like he can't quite learn how to use his phone without the threat of crushing it in his bear-like hands - but you chirp in the voice messages that you adore them that you like them so much that you like him so much - and just can't can't can't wait for him to be back home. Konig never thought that kidnapping some pretty and dumb thing would result in receiving a perfect domestic girlfriend, but he had finally trained you enough to trust you to be home alone and let him go on longer missions - and this is still a fucking torture. He hates being away from you, hates not having you by his side. His team would try to get in his phone again, checking what their colonel was up to, staring at the screen like he just saw the sexiest ghost in existence, and he would cover his phone immediately, barking at them to get lost and stop slacking off. He will find a moment to jerk off at your pretty pictures when he is alone - and he will think of a good response to your messages after his head is clear from his horniness. He just can't do it, not right now, he needs you there with him - this way, he won't have to fumble for words he doesn't have, he can just show his appreciation with soft touches and small mumbling somewhere between your tits, whispering the praises with his tongue latched on your clit or your sensitive nipple. Konig just glad you're careless enough to not care that he only responded to your nudes with a heart emoji - you're just glad he is okay, maybe even well enough to actually talk to you later, let you listen to your rambling about your day and the doggy you met on your way from the grocery store - a rare privilege he gives you only when he isn't there to do everything for you.

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I need bc!Simon 🙏🙏

I need to be his housewifepa, have his chunky and chubby babies, have a modest house in the suburbs and bring him a cold beer while he plays with the kids in the yard

I actually love bluecollar!simon I cooked with him yes sirr

c/w: smut, breeding kink slightly

begging simon for a barbecue with the kids when the uk weather decides to be nice for a change. immediately grumbles about you waking him up this early on his day off but once his eyes adjust through the searing morning light to accommodate the vision of you in a pretty little sundress and a chubby toddler on your hip and another clinging to your leg, suddenly he’s awake and alert

and around an hour later, you’ve got him dressed, fed and on his way to the local supermarket with a list of stuff. he has a bit of banter with the tesco cashier about “the missus is got me running errands in 30 degree weather” and “happy wife, happy life” before he’s lightly jogging back home to get to his little family faster

finds you in the garden of the house after he’s packed everything away, you’ve set up a little paddling pool for the kids to cool off in. the dog is cooling off in the shade whilst your little ones splash away in the water, their giggling and squealing combined with how good you look in that dress just makes him want a million more kids with you

and as much as he complains about working on his days off, no way in hell can a he let a woman that fine lift a finger on his watch. cooks all the food and serves it up whilst you lounge in the shade, watching your two babies play in the shallow pool

waits until the early evening when the sun is going down and the kids are already conked out in their beds upstairs before he’s got that sundress dress bunched up around your waist, his fist gripping the the fabric at the small of your back for leverage as he ruts into your from behind

one hand clamped over your mouth to stop you waking up the kids whilst he whispers filth into your ear about knocking you up again. how he’ll happily go back to working doubles everyday if it means getting to see you swollen with his babies :(

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Today is father's day here on brazil (dunno if also is on other parts of the world cuz I'm a dumb little thing)

What about bc!simon with his babies already a little bigger and his wifey on father's day, and them making a lil surprise for him, because she wants to make good memories instead of the bad memories she has of her own father? :( (does this make sense? Dunno dunno)

little bit of bc!simon as a quick midnight snack. sorry anon I turned this really horny

c/w: fluff, smut, mentions of bad childhood, reader has daddy issues kinda, breeding kink

waking him up with a slow, sloppy blowjob. the room filled with bright sunlight and his groans as he stretches his upper body before peeking under the sheets to find you throating his cock like a champ

lays back with his hands behind his head on the plush pillows of your marriage bed with a dopey smile on his face. feels your hands stroking the parts of his meaty cock that you can’t fit in your mouth, occasionally going down to tug and squeeze his heavy balls

you don’t give him a chance to return the favour or even savour the aftermath of his orgasm before you’re shoving him into the shower and telling him to come downstairs for breakfast. he comes down later to find the living room and kitchen decorated with father’s day banners and balloons, a pile of poorly-wrapped gifts on the coffee table await him after the feast of a breakfast you’ve prepared him

he doesn’t even make it into the kitchen before he’s tackled by his children, loud over-lapped chatter and wishes of “happy father’s day, daddy” fill the kitchen. he looks on the table and sees you plating up a full english for him as his kids nudge him to sit down so he can open their cards

you put the heaped up plate of food in front of him with a kiss and a cup of tea before guiding the kids back to their places at the table. you keep your eyes on simon the whole time, an expectant and nervous smile on your face. he knows what this day means to you, broken homes and robbed childhoods. forced to deal with your father’s temper every father’s day no matter how much you tried to make him happy with gifts and adoration

he’s told you that you don’t need to do all of this for him, that he’s happy just ordering a takeaway and putting on a film with you and the kids for the day but you insist, saying he deserves it for being the best dad to your kids :(

you’re waiting for him to snap, to roll his eyes and tell his kids to get lost with their homemade cards like your father did to you. but that never comes, much to your delight. instead he scoops them up in his arms, giving them a big hug and thanking them for the amazing card. the happy smiles on your little ones faces are enough to melt inside

you spend the rest of the day pampering him, setting him and the kids up on the sofa with snacks and drinks whilst they watch their dads favourite (family-friendly) films. he tells you to come and sit with him, that he wants to spend time with you too but you’re too busy fussing over the roast you’ve got cooking for him

pulls you into his lap next time you bring him a beer, gets the kids to snuggle up to you so he can trap you in his arms and nuzzle his face into your neck. manages to get you to settle down for an hour to finish the film before you’re rushing off to the kitchen again

you don’t notice him coming up from behind you until he’s got his hands on your hips, his nose dusting over the skin of your neck to inhale your perfume. you smile and turn your head to press a quick kiss to the top of his head

“did you like your presents from the kids?” you ask, taking one hand up to lightly scratch at his scalp whilst the other drops some potatoes into boiling water. he hums, pressing a kiss just below your earlobe

“I loved ‘em.” he grunts but you know he’s being sincere. he presses another kiss just below where he planted the previous one, “when am I getting my present from you, huh, mama?”

you feel him press his growing erection against your ass and you giggle before expertly twisting free from his grip to check on the lamb roasting in the oven. he sighs and hangs his head in playful defeat before adjusting himself in his sweats. thankfully, the children are still fully engrossed in ‘The Goonies’ in the other room

“later, big guy. when the kids are in bed.” you whisper with a coy and he nods along, having gotten used to hearing you say that over the years. he goes to smoke a cigarette to calm himself down before going back to relaxing before dinner

dinner goes smoothly, simon lounges back in his chair with a hand resting on his full belly as the kids listen to him tell stories about his first job on a construction site. you giggle along, leaning into his touch every time he runs a hand over the small of your back when you come to clear his end of the table

he lets the kids stay up for a little bit later before finally helping you get them ready for bed, eager to finally have some alone time with you. once the door to your bedroom is closed, he’s pulling you onto the bed and into his lap. his rough hands tugging and yanking off every bit of fabric he can reach

he wastes no time in groping your breasts, leaning down to suck on one of your nipples just the way he knows you like. you throw your head back, taking your hands up to tangle in his hair whilst you choke out moans

“si- ah! did… did you have a nice day? fuck!” you moan out, slamming a hand over your own mouth to keep the noise down. he looks up at you, moaning around the stiff bud he’s got his lips wrapped around

“had a really good day, lovie. and inna minute, i’m gonna ‘ave a fuckin’ amazin’ one.” he grunts, using one of his hands line his cock up with your entrance but not before he reaches into the bedside drawer to grab a condom. “so fuckin’ good to me, aren’t cha, baby?”

“you… you deserve it, si.” you moan, beating him to the punch and sinking your hips down onto him right after he slides the latex onto his raging erection. your walls swallow his cock whole with no resistance, leaving him no choice but to grip your hips until they bruise as he tries not to cum too soon

“yeah?” is all he can say, looking down to watch your cunt suck him in each time you bounce on his lap. you nod your head, only able to respond in moans as you pick up the pace

“y-yeah… y’ such a good man, si- ah!” you pant, follein his eyeline. your nails dig into his shoulders until the tips are indented into his skin, making him hiss. “such a good daddy, such a good husband! fuck!”

your bounces get faster the more you speak, the sounds of your thighs slamming against his echo off the walls. simon can feel that familiar tightening builing up in your stomach but you pull yourself off of his lap before you can reach your climax

“let me make you a daddy again, baby. please…” you whine, pinching the air bubble of the condom and tugging it off of his cock. he hisses when it slaps against his abdomen. you don’t give him a chance to respond before your slipping his dick back inside your aching cunt

you both moan in unison as you attempt to ride him again, only for him to flip you onto your back and manhandle your legs over his shoulders

“can’t say things like tha’ t’me, lovie. now all I can think about is havin’ you fat and pregnant before mother’s day rolls around.” he growls, planting a searing kiss on your whining lips before beginning a ruthless, animal pace on your cunt <3

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bluecollar!simon except he still works a job that keeps him away from you for long periods of time. like an oil rig or fishing boat. got himself a pretty thing to brighten up his gaff (spoiler alert: the pretty thing is you.)

knocks you up before he goes off to work for a few months. ssys goodbye with a hand on your belly and a sweet kiss to your lips. when he comes home, you come waddling over to him, excited to see him and show him how big your baby has grown already!

his big hands are so rough and scarred, stark contrast against your soft skin when he touches you. hand patting your hip rhythmically when you sit on his lap, rambling about colours to paint the nursery now that he’s home :(

his job is so scary, you can’t handle listening to him talk about it! you slam your hands over your ears when he starts telling you how he nearly went overboard on the last job

mmmm I just want baby daddy simon who comes home from work in dirty overalls and heavy duty boots :))))))))

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1 thing about me I'm gonna be a sweetie