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Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.
your writing is so amazing I’m begging you to write anything for nanami
❤︎ ໋𓈒 ex husband nanami who fucks like he can’t live without you
warnings. fem! reader, ex husband nanami, mating press, breeding kink, praise kink, slight whiney nanami. mdni.
an. thank u bb!! xo i want him so bad
ex husband nanami that’s completely infatuated with you. he’s never stopped fully loving you—you probably never stopped him either. his touch against you was gentle, he’d watch as you’d try to cover your face with your hand. beneath him, nanami lets off a grunt with a idle hand pressing against your tummy.
“nono, don’t do that,” he whispers, the feeling of his wedding ring he’d never take off skims against your skin. “i wanna see my wife before she makes another mess on me.”
wife.
a term he’d always call you, despite the two of you not exactly being together. yet you’d always find yourself back in nanami’s arms, in his bed.. vice versa.
“k-kento,” you’d gasp, each thrust he creates has the bed creaking and creaking. you gawk as nanami once he grabs your hand to kiss it. twice, the softness of his lips that ran against your skin made your heart swoon. “fuck, you’re so—big.”
“perfect size for you, sweetheart,” he sighs, and he picks the position specifically just to see your face…purely to study your facial expressions, planting a plethora of kisses all over your face. “god, you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.”
how I look thinking about toxic!ex bf characters and all the filthy things they’d do to you
how do people come up with titles?
why can't we just number fics like classical composers did with their stuff?
"tentacle porn No. 8 in [fandom], [pairing], op. 57"
that would solve so many problems
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can we group hug real quick
i want to sit on higuruma’s face and ride his nose so badly 😔😔
☆ higuruma x fem! reader
⤷ tags: cunnilingus, praise, riding higuruma’s nose
the minute you ask him, he’s so compliant.
at first you were sure higuruma would make fun of you. although, he’s the exact opposite—you find yourself hovering just over his mouth, barely.
higuruma’s fingers gently ghost against your hips before bringing a kiss against the middle fabric part of your panties.
“hey, if you wanna ride my nose, angel then jus’ do it,” and his voice was smooth, you stare at him, and by the second you’re growing more and more wet. “don’t be shy.”
“…o-okay,”
you mumbled, your knees bent, you were just casually lingering over him—you move yourself done just a bit and your panties rub against his nose.
higuruma chuckles, you were so frantic solely by the movement of your hips. higuruma licks a stripe against your underwear, watching you squirm in desperation before he moves the string to the side. “get nice ‘n comfy, that’s it.”
⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. boothill always needs to spit on your cunt before going down on you // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ cw. spit kink, very messy, oral (fem! receiving) <3, fem! reader ♡
boothill can't stop himself from watching you, it's everlasting, when he's looking at the distinctness of your responses while he's dragging this out.
it's almost dangerous to watch you— you're so sweet he might as well just get addicted to your taste. it's a given to the man, that he always need to spit on your soft pussy while wittingly panting his hot breath against your clit.
when you're all wet and drenched for him, he knows you're enjoying yourself, apart from how sensually you were clutching at his hair strands.
you've lost against the sparks scattering in your thighs, noticing a numbness to your legs as he melts his tongue along your hot skin before a pitchy whimper seeps from your lips, responding just as feverishly to his sultry licks.
he pulls his face off your cunt, feeling slightly unhinged the more he heard you whine in shambles before he bundles up enough saliva to drop a globe of spit against your weeping folds.
the slick wetness still connects to his bottom lip and its almost made you unravel right there, the sight of it was was just too hot, in fact, you can't even fathom that boothill was yours, and yours alone.
you can never take your eyes off him, always raveling at the sensation of how his fleshy muscle was twisting between your folds tentatively in order to brush all the way inside before he presses his palms up to caress your breasts.
˳ ׄ ⟡ . part of an au where reader is a stripper ❤︎
“you make me feel safe.”
higuruma hiromi smiles, awestruck and hidden from your view — you lay on his arm, naked with his sheets covering your breasts, his hand in both of yours.
“really?” he asks, incredulous.
“yes,” you laugh softly, trace your thumb over the scar in between his thumb and index finger. “you’re very gentle with me — very soft. and it all feels foreign.”
his luxurious apartment feels warm tonight (though it is because you are here, he theorizes) and it smells like sex and remnants of cigarette smoke, a hint of your floral shampoo, his musky cologne.
like something that is meant to last forever.
“you make me feel complete.”
nothing other than you and higuruma hiromi — the lawyer of the most powerful yakuza organization, someone you can’t seem to get enough of — exists in that moment; tokyo stills, the thunderous clouds come to a halt.
“what would you have done,” you begin, throat dry as you continue to admire his scarred hand, “had you led a different life?”
he hums — low and soothing, like the gentle storm brewing outside. “you know, i’m not too sure, sweetheart. i think i’ve crafted the perfect world for myself — and you were the missing piece.”
you try to swallow the truth: you and higuruma hiromi cannot be — how could such a powerful man be with someone like you? but the fact gets stuck in your throat and you almost choke.
“and you?” he questions, middle finger trailing down the curve of your waist and stopping at your hip.
“i think i would have liked to travel,” you kiss his index finger as the heavens roar outside. “visit museums and taste delicious food.” you plant a kiss on his palm before dropping his hand entirely; you turn around and bury your face into his chest. “maybe, in a different life, we could have been together.”
“hmm?”
“nothing,” you look up at him, a sniffle threatening to rip through you. “thank you for making me feel safe, hiromi.”
he kisses the top of your head.
this headline is so fucking horrible why is it whenever indigenous people are murdered everyone avoids saying they were murdered
it’s so important to show solidarity with indigenous people right now and remember that this was a hate crime. rising hearts is an indigenous run organization and they’re asking everyone who can to braid their hair on monday regardless of if you’re native american or not
ace coming around ep 89 and law around ep 392 😿 stay strong fren
Damn that long? I’ll stick through it for them
guess who’s starting one piece!!
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Yes I’m 23! Thank you so much!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BB I HOPE YOU HAD/ARE HAVING THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVERRRR
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