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ever since i was a little girl i wanted to waste all of my potential
I want to drown in romance. I deserve that.
i don’t read “uwu” as a smiley face in my head i read it as “ooo woo”
thinking about reiner's blond lashes
Public Domain Expansion
Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility
Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed you’d bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all
Telling your hand maids “Don’t bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.” The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes
The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,
Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didn’t like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you
“It’ll serve that poor girl right” you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukuna’s folded Kimono’s they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimono’s and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves
“Let’s go see my husband.” Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess
Sukuna’s snapped to you and his arm’s opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach “Some of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,” he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles “So swollen with my child, it’s no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.”
You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled “Don’t say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.”
“Now,” he looked up at your face again, “why are you here.”
You tilted your head to the side, “I started contractions this morning, I’ve been in pain all day and I’m barely standing, my new maid wouldn’t stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.”
Sukuna stared down at you confused “How do you know it’s a boy?”
“I’m his mother,” he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, “I knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.”
Sukuna smirked “Is that so? Then let’s see this boy.”
🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤
After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.
The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukuna’s attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.
“What amuses you?” He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.
“I’m the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.” You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.
Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. “His name?” You looked at Sukuna and he sighed “Yuji”
The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna would’ve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now he’d settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.
Maybe just maybe this world wasn’t so bad
“C’mon baby,” he groans in your ear, big hand pushing into the plush of your stomach, “let go for me.” His free hand rubs circles on your clit, loud moans falling from his lips from how tight you’re clenching around him.
“W-wait,” you whine, hands pushing at his abdomen despite the way your legs wrap around his waist, sinking him even deeper into you. “I need to— I have to go,” you cry out.
“Let go for me,” he growls in your ear, “it’ll feel so good, don’t I always make you feel so good?”
He pushes as deep as he can, hand pushing your stomach, cock grinding against the deepest parts of you. You cry out at the forced release, warmth gushing out of you as your legs shake and eyes roll back.
“Yeah,” he moans, “there it is. Dirty fuckin’ girl.”
Teacher’s pet
Nanami Kento x Reader | Word count: 1.0k
Content warnings: afab!reader, nicknames used: little one, baby, light degradation, college student reader!, prof. nanami, throat fucking, coercion (?), shoe humping, reader is wearing a skirt
“Do you know why I asked you to stay today after class today?”
Your professor’s gaze is nothing short of scrutinizing, his blond brows furrowed in frustration. The air is so tense it’s nearly suffocating. There’s a loud silence enveloping the empty classroom, small noises seem amplified. The ticking of the clock, the creak of Nanami’s chair when he leans forward.
“Let me be clear,” he says, deep voice echoing, “the essay you submitted— the last several essays, have been less than substantial.”
“I—
He raises his brow, gesturing with his hand for you to continue. You clear your throat, eyes darting about the room as you pick at your cuticles.
“I understand that—
“Look at me when you’re addressing me.”
The words are firm and you hope— pray, he doesn’t see the way your thighs squeeze together at his dominance.
Brown eyes hold your stare, the thin lines from the creasing of his eyes, his tongue darting across his bottom lip to wet it. It’s all so distracting. It had been all year. In reality, he was to blame for your failing grade. Not that you’d ever tell him that.
You’re not stupid, contrary to what he seems to believe. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, even some of the other students. With their low cut tops, short skirts. Maybe, just maybe. Things could play in your favor.
“How can I— Let me make it up to you,” you whisper in (what you hope is), a sultry voice. You bite your lip, flutter your lashes, squeeze your thighs together just right.
Nanami stands from his chair, wheels of the chair roll across the linoleum floors, thumping into the white board behind him, stomps overwhelm your senses.
He’s so broad like this, so much larger than your smaller frame.
“What did you say?” He growls, hands shoved in his pockets as he bends to your height.
So apparently you were as dumb as he thought. Noted.
“I-I just meant that— well,” you laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I meant that I could—
A large hand firmly grasps the ponytail resting at the top of your head, pulling you up to his height. It’s a strain, being at this angle. Standing on the tips of your toes, using his waistband to brace yourself against him.
“Are you that desperate for it?” He rumbles into your ear, thigh pushing between your legs, “That desperate for a passing grade that you’d try and coerce your teacher like that? I could get you expelled, you know?”
“I-I know.”
He hums, pulling on your hair, smirking when you cry out.
“But you won’t.”
That gets his attention.
“I know you won’t,” you say, a layer of false confidence falling over you, “if you were going to, you wouldn’t be pressing your cock into my side, Professor.”
Nanami is anything but gentle when he pushes you to the ground, hand still firmly gripping your hair while the other undoes his belt.
“Be good, and I’ll think about raising your grade.”
There’s a venom laced into his words that you’ve never heard, and you can’t deny the way it excites you. The way your cunt throbs when he presses your face against his boxer clad length.
“Take it out,” he commands.
And you do. Shaky hands pull his length out, pink tongue tentatively licking up the side of his cock as he looks down at you. A sharp tug at your hair tells you to stop teasing.
A whimper falls from your lips when the first drop of pre gets lapped up, eyes rolling back when his tip hits the back of your throat.
“You can take more,” he says, nudging your legs open with his foot. He shoves your lower half closer to the floor, and you gasp when his pointed shoe meets your heat.
It’s unspoken, what he wants you to do. So you drop your hips a little more, scoot just a smidge closer to him before your hips start bucking against his shoe moaning when he hits your core just right.
Nanami’s free hand moves to your jaw, the other still firmly grasping your head before he’s pressing his cock as deep as he can get.
Moans and whimpers vibrate against his sensitive head, curses fall from his lips as you let him use you. Let him fill the warm cavern of your mouth again, and again, and again.
You won’t last long like this, your hips rutting desperately onto him, hands clawing at his thighs when he pushes in, nestling your nose into the soft hairs resting along his pelvis.
“Fuck,” he groans, “doing so good, little one. Are you goin’ to take my load down your throat?”
You moan at his words, doing your best to nod in agreement as he continues to use you. Heavy balls slap against your chin, drool trails down your face, onto your uniform before hitting the ground below.
“Swallow it all,” he groans between gritted teeth.
Then his heavy load is filling the back of your throat. Your jaw aches from being forced open so long, but then he’s patting your hair as you hump desperately against the leather of his shoe, slick leaking onto him as you reach your own high.
When Nanami finally lets you go, you open your mouth on instinct. Show him how good you were.
He hums in approval before stepping back and sitting on the edge of his desk.
“Well,” he says, nodding his head towards the slick leather of his shoe, “clean up your mess.”
For my beloved @kentocidal <3 i love u forever n ever request: hi if u want can i please have either nanami or higuruma + teacher/student dynamic + nsfw
a/n: i have literally never written for this man in my whole entire life so if he is ooc i’m so sorry plz do not hate me 😭😭😭
See yourself being perceived by others in this light bc you already are such a remarkable beauty to witness
Pov : everyone who sees you says this about your looks
"Omg you're drop dead GORGEOUS 😍 "
"HOW are you so pretty 😭😭 what's your secret"
" you're literally the prettiest girl I've ever seen I'm not even kidding"
"Your eyes are so mesmerizing wow😍 ..I'm in love"
"U have the most perfect lips"
"Ur eyebrows are always on fleek"
"I love how long and thick ur eyelashes are"
"You're so beautiful I'm obsessed"
"Ur skin is literally FLAWLESS"
"I'm convinced you're a real life goddess"
"I looove ur hair it looks so healthy and soft and luscious "
"How are u even real? U look so ethereal and out of this world!"
"Ur beauty has me daydreaming and writing poems"
"Ur beauty alone leaves an unforgettable mark on everyone"
"I can't fathom how pretty you are"
"Everything about u is perfect, like youre unbelievably stunning"
"What's it like being the most beautiful girl in the world?😍"
"U have this kind of beauty thats so captivating, haunting and addictive to look at"
"I love ur stylee u always look so chic"
"You're such an eye-candy I could look at you forever"
"Ur face is literally my desired face, ur beauty is the standard"
"Girl I would kill to look like u"
"Ur beauty leaves me speechless everytime, how do u have that effect?"
"I don't think anyone who looks at u can resist falling in love w you"
"Has anyone ever told you how powerful your beauty is? Like it's dangerous how beautiful u are"
"Do you model? U literally have the body and looks for it"
"I love ur fashion sense , u give off IT girl vibes"
"Stop looking at me with those siren eyes 🫠"
Pov : people say this behind your back
"She's def the kind of girl who steals all the attention with her beauty when she walks into a room"
"Y/N had a huge glow up, she keeps getting prettier everytime I see her"
"She looks so stunning in pictures but wait till u see her irl its even better"
"I genuinely think she's the prettiest girl in existence"
"There's something about her beauty thats so hypnotic it sticks in ur mind"
"My heart starts beating so fast when she looks at me. Her beauty makes me nervous"
"Have you seen Y/N? she's the prettiest around here"
"She has that kind of beauty that everyone wanna copy"
"She's naturally beautiful like she doesn't even try"
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Let me know if u want more like this 💫
THINGS GOJO SATORU SAYS IN BED
“hey—no teasing. take it all. ngh .. fuck me..”
“you cryin?”
“lay back, and let me do all the work. i just want you to sit there and look pretty.”
“try to keep your legs up, i know it’s hard. but try for me beautiful.”
“want me to help you?”
“get it wet .. just like that. you know i like it sloppy.”
“just wait baby .. fuck—give me a damn minute.”
“does it hurt when i fuck you like this? hm? why are you squeezing me so tight then?
“tell me you love it .. fuck, you’re so dirty.”
“arch it baby .. there you go angel.”
“nuh-uh, open those pretty legs.”
“don’t make me cuff your hands, bet you’d like that huh?”
“you’re weak here .. right?”
“keep your eyes on me.”
“you look so fucking beautiful .. such a little slut for me when i eat that pretty cunt out .. i should do it more often. y’so soft for me now.”
“you can do it pretty .. you can take it—shit!”
“want me to spank that pussy? lay back then,”
“give me one more. please, just one more baby.”
“one’s enough for you? think that pussy’s begging for another.”
“don’t be embarrassed .. i love it when you squirt for me.”
“you want it so bad? beg.”
once you go x black!reader you can’t go back
oh my god why is his cock not in my mouth? that's fucking tragic what the hell what if i lost my mind because of it right now. GOD. im so mad at him FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME NOW!
eren yeager: i feel so bad whenever my friends check up on me, like baby i’m not good but don’t you worry about that
just found out that jungkook interacts with people who aren’t me
we don’t talk about plug!eren, who is the perfect gentleman. The one who holds doors open for you, great manners with your folks, best friends with your younger siblings and cousins, your homegirls love him and just an all around good dude. The one who would drive clear across town in the middle of the night to get your favorite snacks, the one who’d hear you stressing and talking about some bill or expense you have and quietly go take care of it. “I already told you, don’t worry ‘bout that, mama. It’s handled.” Or the one who never exposes you to his lifestyle because it’s the last thing his princess needs to concern herself with. He’s so sweet, kind and loving..one would never guess he wouldn’t hesitate to kill a dude who shorted him on his money or supply. Or that just shortly before coming home to you, he probably beat someone unconscious for trying to set him up on a lick. You wouldn’t know a thing..not when he quietly slides into bed, where you’re lying flat on your stomach, in nothing but a t shirt, bonnet and panties, waiting for him to slide them off while he kisses down your spine. Muttering in your ear to just stay still and let him take care of you. “You awake, mama? I missed you..” In the deepest gruff as he delicately touches your skin, appreciating every inch. And you realize just how much he does when he spreads you open from behind, gripping your asscheeks and planking firmly on top you as he feeds you deep, passionate strokes. Slowly drilling you..with those sweet whimpers underneath him. You didn’t even have to move an inch, all he needs you to do is keep moaning and let him claim that beautiful pussy. That spot opening up so nicely after a couple thrusts. His tattooed hand and gold watch placed at the small of your back to keep you pinned down. “Mmm…just like that, baby. You ain’t gotta do shit..daddy got you.”
and he always will take such good care of his girl.
I have an image of this man, leave me alone I sWEAR TO GOD-
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Geto does this thing with his nose.
It’s something you noticed not too long ago, something he does when he’s lost in thought, deep in his memories and trying to sort out the pieces of puzzles in his head.
His nose, the perfect nose on that perfect face-
Scrunches up.
It wrinkles under the thoughts moving around his head, twitching side to side with with monotone “uhhhhh…” when you ask him spontaneous questions.
It writhes when he tries to choose his words carefully, usually when they’re ones of scolding, and it almost takes your focus from the topic at hand to how absolutely precious the sight is.
And yeah, it wrinkles under the force of laughter that he lets out, when he’s deep in joy and his smile is too big to contain, but that’s a corner of love that’s reserved for his hidden dimples. His crinkled little nose is far easier to activate.
Even right now, as you ask him what dinners he has planned the rest of the week, you’re barely able to keep track of anything he’s listing off because that pretty little nose scrunches between the days of the week.
“I guess I got the hamster wheel going?” You tease, chin resting dreamily on the palm of your hand. He cocks a brow, his lip twitching slightly in annoyance.
Along with his nose, of course.
“What did you call me?”
“I didn’t call you anything,” you snicker. “In your head. You’re deep in thought.”
“…. What?”
You roll your eyes, but the smile stays all the same, “nothing, babe. I just like your thinking face.”
“You should like all of my faces,” he says, wrinkling his nose as if wanting to say more, but fighting it back.
You smirk. Then, you lean up to gently grip his chin and kiss the tip of that wriggling nose.
“You’ve got no idea, Suguru.”
EREN LOVES HIS SON more than anything. Growing up with a father who tended to give his patients more love and care than his own son, your husband was worried greatly about following in his father’s footsteps.
He just wanted his boy to like him.
The bittersweet memories of Eren venting to you about his worries and fears over being a good father—while you stroked his long hair as he rested his head against your bump—came flooding back once you walked into your living room. There he was, sitting on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon with a bucket of popcorn for himself, while your three-year-old son smacked adorably on a cup of applesauce. Together, they watched about four episodes of a Nick Jr. show.
“Wanna watch one more?” Eren said, grabbing the remote as the show’s catchy outro song started to play.
“Uh huh!” Your son beamed.
As Eren pressed the play button, he reached over to gently pinch his son’s cheek, who giggled in response. That’s when Eren noticed you, and the love in his eyes only shined brighter once he caught a glimpse of his beautiful wife; the mother of his child.
Next thing you know, you’re cuddled up in between Eren and your baby boy, munching on buttery popcorn and encouraging your son to sing along to his favorite show. At the sight of it, Eren couldn’t help but press a kiss against the side of your head.
He loved his little family more than anything.
230918 - jungkook for vogue
you know, i feel like choso is the friendly jock who’s really nice to the weird kids and v sweet to you, the shy girl. he eventually makes you his girlfriend officially after some time. but there was definitely a casual hook up phase that lasted for about a month between you two— a little over a month maybe.
you were a virgin when you met him but obviously that changed over time. it’s a little funny because you actually made the first move oddly enough. he held your cheek one night and— you snuggled your face into his palm, enjoying how warm he felt. every time he touched you it felt like a hug, you relished in it a bit with his eyes on you and a small smile on his face. but you completely took him by surprise when you took his hand and sucked on his pointer finger, looking up at him through your lashes.
you were shy but the kind of cock he gave you turned you into a lovesick, little fucking yandere lite. how could it not? he fucked you like he hated you and that was something you’ve never experienced before. you became somewhat of a fiend, really.
you were shy but you had zero qualms letting him split you open right on his thick, heavy cock— whether it be him folding you into a mating press or riding him until you were cross eyed and drooling.
you were shy but you never hesitated to offer your throat to him as if it were some sort of consolation prize when he had a bad day or a particularly rough day at practice— or maybe the team lost the game. just all “oh no! 🥺 would a blow job help you feel better? ♡” you’re so genuine about it too, he thinks it’s sweet. but he feels bad for taking you up on the offer because he feels like he’s taking advantage of you. he’s all you know, your very first boyfriend. often thinking sex = bandaid.
you were shy but the sweet venom that poured from your lips while he pounded into you was anything but coy. “don’t talk to other girls.. i’ll kill them.” it’s a breathy little remark and you say it as you’re about to cum. if anything, it gets him off— turns him on even more.
you were shy but who would have thought you’d turn into such a little cock drunken minx for him. you’re his own personal cheerleader, so willing to please him.
Gojo's "You cryin'?" but instead he's pounding into you from behind and it's constant and relentless and you're so over sensitive and full that your shaking and the only noises you can make are blubbery squeaks because... yeah yeah you are
LOVE ME AGAIN V (OF BTS), 2023
♫ Rainy days I'm thinkin' 'bout you, what to say Wish I knew how to find the way Right back to you, on rainy days like ♫
sorry I was looking at my own boobs what were you saying