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no bc imagine being in such deep limerence over someone who never even gave you any indication of returning your crush that you project their lack of returning your feelings onto their friends and perceive it as though those friends (who love you very much) don’t want you around
gonna be honest i don’t know how many more ‘enter the 6 digit code we sent to your phone’s i got left in me
︵ ೀ mdni. waking up with yuji’s tongue between your legs
“shh, it’s just me, baby…”
yuji’s voice is still raspy with sleep as he slips under the blanket. his warm hands slide under your hips, gently easing your legs apart. you stir softly but don’t fully wake as he settles between your thighs, pushing them wider so his broad shoulders fit.
he leans in and drags his tongue slowly up your pussy. a low, pleased hum escapes him before he pushes his tongue inside, fucking you with lazy thrusts that get messier by the second, spit dripping down his chin and onto the sheets.
he pulls back for a breath, tongue gliding along your folds, then kisses your clit softly. for a moment he stares at your pussy in the faint light, dazed and hungry, before spitting on it and watching it drip down. then he dives right back in, lips wrapping around your clit. he sucks gently at first, then harder, getting greedier.
you finally wake up with a sleepy moan, your fingers reaching under the blanket to grip his hair. yuji doesn’t pull away. he only squeezes your thighs a little and murmurs against your soaked pussy, “morning, baby… sorry, you just looked so pretty lying there. couldn’t help myself.”
he spits on your pussy again, then runs his fingers through the mess, spreading it everywhere. he teases your entrance for a moment before pushing two thick fingers deep inside you, sinking them all the way in until his knuckles are pressed flush against you. he curls them slowly, pushing against that sweet spot inside you while he watches, completely mesmerized by how much you’re dripping down his hand.
“listen to how wet she is…fuck, i love this sound.”
you grip his hair tighter, thighs starting to shake around his head as you get more and more sensitive with every thrust.
“wait—don’t come on my fingers, baby!”
he pulls his fingers out and immediately replaces them with his tongue, pushing it as deep as he can. his nose rubs against your clit as he buries his face even deeper, licking and humming happily while his strong hands hold your thighs open.
“yeah… that’s it. i want you on my tongue. come in my mouth, baby… please.”
he’s licking and sucking even sloppier than before. when you finally come, yuji holds you down with both hands on your hips. he doesn’t pull away even a little—he drinks you in greedily, swallowing every drop while moaning against your pulsing heat.
only when your trembling starts to fade does he loosen his grip. still, he keeps lazily licking up every last bit, humming and moaning against your sensitive skin. and then he presses one last soft kiss to your clit.
“tasted so fucking good…”
neighbour higuruma loves to watch you masturbate through your bedroom window.
the first time was an accident. higuruma had just arrived home after a long day of work, shoulders heavy and eyes barely holding themselves open. a flash of light had caught his attention—you, his neighbour, light bracketing you as you pass your window in nothing but a small, lacy bra. his attention caught like a fly to honey, he’d found himself a slave to his own desires as he laid witness to your nightly routine. he’d watched you pull yourself apart, and wished it was his hands putting you back together.
it quickly becomes the small pleasure that lights up his day. he feels disgusting every time—he knows he should tell you, knows that he should stop looking. it’s invasive in a way that makes him sick to think of others doing the same to him. you’d hate him if you knew.
he watches anyway. it rapidly integrates itself into his nightly routine. he works until the sun has dipped below the horizon. he returns home with an unending ache in his back, a throbbing pain in his fingers, an iron weight around his heart. then he sheds his coat, runs a hand through his hair, and settles down on the armchair in his living room and watches as your bedroom light highlights your silhouette.
you always look so beautiful like that. you prance around your apartment in your underwear, lit up by the warm lights you always keep on. every time you retreat to your bedroom, he feels like it’s a show just for him. you grab a toy—this time a vibrator—and look down at it for just long enough for him to get a glimpse. when you lie down on your bed, arching your back and stretching indecently, he knocks his knees slightly wider.
you’re beautiful. you always take it so slow to start, tracing meaningless patterns around your breasts, your thighs, streaks of sensation beneath feather-light fingertips. he palms over himself idly, watching with heavy breaths. by the time you dip between your folds, fingers sliding easily, he’s hard enough to carve stone from the wait. you really know how to tease. he frees his cock from his pants as you spread your thighs wider, tracing slowly around your clit. he rubs his thumb over his cock as you arch on a gasp, fingers pressing with more pressure. when you finally bring your vibrator to your core, rubbing it where you’re sensitive, he strokes himself at a pace as steady as it is passionate; a physical means of getting off on the internal high of watching you fall apart. he comes with your name on his lips, a broken groan that tears itself from his chest.
when it’s done, he cleans himself up and watches you disappear into the shower, wishing you a quiet, guilty good night. the sickening clarity after the act almost outweighs the high of watching it. still, come the weekend, he’s out on his balcony talking to you from yours; you giggle at a joke he makes, invite him to come over, and he feigns unfamiliarity like he hasn’t memorised the layout of your apartment from his nights perving through your window. when he returns home, it doesn’t take long for you to pull out a dildo—it doesn’t take much longer for him to notice.
(one night, you’re going to catch him looking and come harder than you have in months. he’ll be so sick with guilt he avoids you for weeks. yet, every night you’ll keep masturbating with your curtains open and your lights on, hoping with a blooming perversion. every night, he’ll find himself watching.)
arranged marriage w/ naoya starring toji 𝐜𝐰: mdni. 18+ dirty, filthy, hopin' dick smut. 𝐰𝐜: 1358
Naoya, if anything, is prideful.
So when, during your first meeting, you huffed under your breath that you doubted a smug little worm like him could make you cum, he had to prove you wrong.
What Naoya didn't expect was that asking his cousin Toji to give him some pointers for his wedding night would turn into a full, hands-on demonstration.
"AYE! Ya seein' this?" Toji barks, sweat dripping from his brow as his hips slam into you, his thick cock punching into your guts for the umpteenth time.
Noaya nods dumbly, blinking down at you.
Sprawled out beneath Toji, your legs shaking, a mess of drool and smeared lipstick as you mewl uncontrollably. Bleary eyes fluttering, only the whites visible as your pupils remain lodged in your skull.
Naoya is utterly mesmerized by how just a few rough strokes turned your haughty remarks into slack-jawed moans.
From defiant brat to complacent dripping slut in mere seconds.
Naoya's own sweat slicked palms hold your trembling ankles up, spreading you wide for Toji's access and also wide enough so he can see a bird’s eye view of everything—and fuck, was your slutty cunt a delectable sight—you'd make him such a good wife by how obediently your swollen, weepy pussy clings to Toji's cock training you. Your hungry pussy so greedily sucking Toji back in the second his thrusts have him pulling out.
"The bitchy ones are the messiest—remember that for next time, kid. Gotta have a towel ready f'er 'em." Toji says it like an afterthought, although it's too late now, your sticky drool, squirt and probably piss too is practically everywhere.
Toji hoped you weren't thinking about passing down that pretty wedding kimono of yours as it's thoroughly stained with your creamy juices gushing down the crack of your ass in a vulgar mixture along with his nut.
Fuck—he probably shouldn't have cum in you so much but as long as you had a Zenin, Toji knew his family really didn't care whose it was. Thankfully too, he knew Naoya would be more than happy to raise it regardless, heh, he looked up to him so much the chump might even love it more if it was his. “Look here ” Toji mutters, smirking. “Even y'er runt ass can do this.”
Reeling his head back, Toji hawks and spits a thick loogie right onto your swollen clit, smearing it in as your slutty button throbs beneath the weight of his hand. “She’s already a fuckin’ fountain, but you can never get it too wet. Gives it a gud sting when ya—” Toji slaps your puffy clit hard. "—do this."
You twitch violently, your hips bucking up but Toji's powerful thrusts jackhammering into your cunt quickly fuck them back down to the floor.
The flood of sensation has your tears finally breaking, running down your pretty cheeks, further ruining your bridal make-up to match the fucked out state of the rest of your body.
Although Naoya, for what it's worth, thinks you've never looked more perfect for him. Ruined. Compliant. Just how he expects his future wife to be for him and he is eagerly soaking up all of Toji's notes, watching your every reaction so he could do it, and do it better.
He'd have all the time in the world to break you all on his own.
Naoya had always been a quick learner and you'd be his after this.
"Stop daydreamin' ya cuck!" Toji growls out, "Now just look at the way them cute lil’ tooties curl, fuckin' slut. She can't get enough. Bet she'd squirt if ya sucked on em a lil’ too."
The butt of Toji's heavy palm comes down on your clit again, harder this time, a squishy audible 'SMACK' echoing off the walls as Naoya's tongue experimentally slips between your manicured toes. "NRGHH! PUHLLEEASEE!" you cry desperately, thinking you just might go crazy from the pleasure. One of your hands pushes against Toji’s chest, the other scrambles for Naoya’s thigh as if begging for mercy from the overwhelming assault on your pussy and feet. It's too much, too good, too humiliating all at once and you think you just might die from it all. “Heh, yeah,” Toji snorts. “A lil' runner like ‘er definitely feelin’ it now. But she's y'er wifey, so ya gotta teach her to take it.”
Toji's dick slams into your womb for emphasis, your choked moans dribbling over your lips, coalescing with tears and spittle as the men above you turn you into the pathetic little mess they desired you to be.
Your mind finally blanks, overwhelmed with the one lingering thought of—
What kind of den of devils did you walk into by marrying into the Zenin clan?
In turn, Naoya’s nearly at his limit too.
You look so beautifully fucked out—eyes glassy, mouth parted, legs trembling—and he can still taste you on his lips. A hint of salt from your toes and the sweetness from the squirt that hit his face earlier still lingering on his tongue. He never thought merely watching you get destroyed would turn him on this much. But he can’t take it anymore. Jaw clenched, one hand starts to slip from your ankle, reaching down toward his waistband—
"Fuck ya doing, boy? Nuh-uh, none of that shit." Toji snaps, his senses from heavenly restriction alone alerted him but he's not even looking up either to confirm it.
He's also too entranced by the way your body is falling apart underneath him. Following the sight line of his visible dick print pounding into your tummy up to the view of the sweat bouncing off your cute bitten up tiddies. More drops flying off the harder he ruts into you, room filling with the intoxicating musk of your well fucked-out cunt. “Better not catch ya tryin' to stroke that lil’ pecker while I’m graciously givin’ ya a lesson. This is about her pleasure. Watch and learn, runt.” Toji groans through his teeth as his thrusts start to falter, becoming heavier and more erratic. Something deep in his balls tells him this next load will knock you up for sure, but he doesn’t even consider pulling out. Hell, if he did put one in you he'd have the perfect excuse to keep fucking your pretty pussy after this too right up until it finished cookin’ in ya.
But, you are Naoya's wife, after all. Toji thinks his cousin has been a good student up until this point, Toji would throw him a lil' bone for his patience, he supposes.
"...tsk, hold her right ya lil' cuck and I might let ya have first go at her ass next. Gotta get that lesson in too." "Y-Yes, Toji-kun!" Noaya responds eagerly, swallowing thickly.
Naoya feels his dick throb painfully in his pants, resisting the urge to rut into his own thigh like a dog in heat, more excited than he expected at the prospect of getting to fuck you at the same time as Toji.
However, you just continue to whimper, thighs trembling harder as the men above you speak like you are not even in the room despite being the object of their lust as you are used like a fancy fleshlight they are breaking-in.
The threat, no—the promise—of being tag-teamed by both men makes your cunt pulse, clenching tighter around Toji’s cock, as you cum in erratic spasms of ecstacy, nearly causing Toji to bust in you. Toji is a goner regardless and his hips manage a few final pulses before another wave of vicious white paints your walls.
“Whew…” Toji exhales, chest heaving as his muscles twitch and his hips give one last lazy thrust—burying the final creamy dredges of his release deep inside you.
He pulls out with a wet pop to view, your pussy fluttering so obscenely around nothing, legs still stretched wide by Naoya’s tightening grip (who, by the look of him, is about to burst too).
With a smug grin, Toji finally locks eyes with you—addressing you directly for the first time—as he rather gently brushes a sweat-damp strand of hair from your face.
"Heh, welcome to the Zenin family, ma."
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I need kita shinsuke sucking on my tiddies so bad 😭
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kita is more playful than you expected during sex. his eyes crinkle with his smile when you almost stumble into the bedframe, too caught up in the hot slide of his tongue in your mouth. he catches you, reels you in carefully, keeps you steady, but you can taste the laughter on his lips.
he's steady, as always. patient. when you pout at him because he's licking up the tender flesh of your inner thigh instead of your slick cunt, he chuckles, his voice deepening, the oncoming dusk on a humid summer night.
"stop teasing," you tell him, nudging his side with your foot.
"is this teasing?"
you scowl. "you know it is."
he breathes out another laugh, but he settles between your legs again, spreading your folds with one hand. you squirm, but before you can say anything, he dips his head and curls his tongue against your clit.
he works you with familiar ease, builds up your pleasure from kindling to bonfire. he's always been a quiet lover, but his fingers sink into the plush of your thighs; his hips stutter against the bed at times.
you cum hard. he squeezes lightly at your thighs, his firm grip grounding you as you shake through it. he keeps his mouth on your pulsing clit until you twist away, your overwrought nerves thrumming.
he doesn't go far. you can still feel his breath stirring against your dripping cunt. you slip your foot to the center of his chest and nudge him away. he goes easily; there's a smile tucked into the corner of his mouth.
"you're trouble," you tell him.
he wraps a big hand around your ankle, his thumb stroking across the jut of bone. he tugs your foot close, dipping down to press a kiss to the arch of it.
it leaves a gleaming print of his mouth behind; a brand of your own slick against your skin. embers stir within you. you squirm.
his chest rumbles with his little laugh, far-off thunder.
"is that a bad thing?"
you level him with an annoyed glance. "i haven't decided yet."
he hums, using his hold on your ankle to spread you wide again. his gaze meets yours even as he lowers himself back between your legs.
"let's figure it out, then."
i always think if i was a vampire i would just kill myself for garlic. like lactose intolerant people do for cheese and shit
YAYAYAY ZORO !!!
atsumu plays the victim in the onigiri miya workplace harassment training video
my parents haven’t come to visit me in the city where I live (it’s about 2 hours by plane) in almost three years. I see them at holidays and stuff and usually at least one other time a year but… things are getting serious with this guy I’m seeing (yay!) and all of a sudden they’re like “well I guess we need to come visit so we can meet him!” and I appreciate that they want to do that but like. why was that what it took? idk it kinda hurts my feelings a lot
I will forever be profoundly unimpressed with people who take pride in their unkindness to others
real talk tho ive seen ppl talk abt how long hair on men isn't intrinsically feminine & assuming so is racist can we get the same convo going for Black women w short hair can we start talking abt how short hair isn't intrinsically masculine or is that a step too far
idw hear any more white people's opinions on this topic bc it's so clear they do not get it but they're soooo confident they do...... "well nothing is intrinsically masculine or feminine" yesss it's almost as though every culture has its own constructed gender norms which is why these values r culturally relative & why it's racist to impose eurocentric gender expectations on racialized bodies. all well & good to say femininity & masculinity should be completely abolished but what are you going to do for the Black women who are being labelled masc or gender non-conforming right now for not aligning with white gender norms that exclude them by design. "gender norms are social constructs do whatever you want forever" isn't enough we need to be saying "Black women are assumed to be deviating from gender norms just by existing even when they are purposefully expressing femininity bc western gender structures are built upon whiteness" like you've got to start by dismantling the racism & white supremacy inherent in these structures or you will leave racialized women behind
summer thunderstorms are one of the most romantic things in the world, actually
