nana.

mainly jjk + csm 𝓈𝒽𝑒 / 𝒽𝑒𝓇 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ mdni!

[hunnismokah]

enjin !!!!!!! i started watchign gachiakuta its really good

[nanaasdiary]

🤤🤤🤤yes

[krilleaterr]

should i finish this or finish myself (catboy maid kaiser👀👀)

[cheeseboy382]

Meow

[krilleaterr]

charles my bby

[lilhadiii]

I really miss itoshigaze 😞 my fav fanfic author

[nanaasdiary]

came back to tumblr JSUT to read her fics only to find out she’s gone again 😞😞

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

itoshi sae and his clueless best friend !

“saeee, i’m tireddd, carry me.”

you loop your arms around sae’s neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. he huffs. “i can’t just always carry you around.” yet as he speaks, his hooks his elbows under your knees anyway, allowing you to piggyback him.

“you say that, yet i’m here on your back anyway.” you grin, now burying your face into his shoulder. a few passerby stare, some grinning, some whispering. “hey, are people looking? i feel stares.”

“no shit. it’s not every day that you just casually see a celebrity on the streets.” sae retorts, although he knew that in reality, most whispers contains the words “young love” buried among sentences of jealousy and excitement.

“mmmm,” you yawn. “i’m tired, and hungry.”

“great. let’s go eat then.” sae begins to turn towards the direction of a nearby bakery, treating your weight on his back like a feather.

you definitely doze ofc on his back; you didn’t respond to his comments or insults.

cute.

at the bakery, while you’re half-asleep on his back, he orders some of your favorite pastries. “20 of these.” the cashier looks at him with wide eyes. sae ignores her, placing you down in a chair gently and sitting across you.

“…huh?” when you woke up, you were met with a variety of colorful pastries, no longer clinging to sae’s warmth. “oh, wow. this is a sight i’d like to wake up to every day.”

noted.

“just hurry up and eat, you lukewarm idiot.”

you shove a few baked goods into your mouth. sae rolls his eyes, grabbing a napkin and dabbing near your mouth. “thanks, sae. you’re always looking out for me. this is why you’re my best friend.”

his heart drops a bit when he hears his title.

but that was fine. if it means staying close to you, he doesn’t mind the status.

he’ll just make sure that no one else gets close to you.

[fwops]

despite the tremendous growth zuko has had over the years in regulating his emotions and reeling back his more sadistic ways of achieving his goals, it’s no surprise that there are still moments where his past behavior peeks through in places that aren’t quite. . . standard for him.

“hm? I didn’t quite catch that, baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on your flushed face as he pulls you closer, grip possessive, vice, the tension between you palpable and unmistakable. he forcefully bounces you on his fat cock as steam curls around you, water harshly sloshing with every sharp thrust your husband plants to your abused hole. it’s nothing unusual for zuko to pull you into the royal baths like this, craving a quiet escape from his relentless advisors and the chaos of certain friends who have always surrounded him.

but this time. this time was different.

“i—mph! i’m sorry! i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry—!”

“sorry for what? be more clear.”

“for ah! running straight into danger when you told me not to.”

“exactly. with absolutely no regard for your safety.” he clicks his tongue, a large hand coming down to swat at your asscheeks. “i know you’re a big, strong girl, but dealing with bandits alone isn’t something i want my wife to be doing in her spare time, especially when i’m off on avatar business,” he growls, tone edged with something firm but familiar.

frustration, worry. a deep desire to keep you safe in his domain.

you nod frantically, eyes glossed over with a mix of pleasure and guilt. you know how much zuko worries about you, a non-bender from foreign lands still unfamiliar with the true weight and danger of the fire nation territory.

you aren’t used to this, to life as royalty. to be waited on by maids and fed by famous chefs. you were a kyoshi warrior, above all. the only thing you knew here was him. his patience, steady presence, and strength. the way he looks at you like you hung up the moon and stars.

the fiery, dilated eyes that you cannot currently see.

“wanna look at you, zuko. haven’t seen your face in days.” you whimper, tears staining the crimson ribbon, the one tight around your eyes— the one he uses to keep his hair up.

“bad girls don’t get to have their way, princess. make me cum, and maybe i’ll grant you your wish.”

he slides his hands up your torso, teasing and featherlike. you could only shudder as you kept moving against him, your hands clinging to his shoulders and arms, stronger and broader than you remember, shaped by the years that have passed around him.

he thumbs at your nipples, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face as his thoughts begin to wander. he feels the subtle change in you, the way you tense and draw closer, and his expression shifts into something more devious (and a tad vengeful) as he watches you carefully.

zap!

you gasp at the sharp sting against your chest.

lightening. from his fingertips.

“i didn’t tell you to stop, sweetheart. you don’t get to stop until i punish you properly.” he tilts his head. “now, should i make you count?”

he’s still angry, but not unfair. zuko soothes the sting with his mouth, lips pressing and suctioning and lingering where the heat blooms, easing it with slow, careful attention from his hot tongue— the way he does to your achy cunt on the days of your period where your cramps hurt the most.

then, he does it again. lets a spark flicker against the flesh of your ass, clit, and chest again and again until you’re trembling against him, unable to keep yourself upright.

relentless and ruthless and so, so, so in love with you.

“i’m sorry, zuko. won’t ever do it again.”

“i know you are, baby. but i can’t forgive you just yet.”

“wh-what can i do to make you feel better?”

he pauses, thoughts drifting once more as he begins to picture you warm and glowing, a soft hand resting over the gentle curve of your stomach. that’s all he’s been thinking about, really. in meetings and missions, at night when he’s got an arm slung over your tummy as you sleep.

what it would be like for you to bear his children.

you have always been so patient, so natural with aang’s son bumi, and the image lingers longer than he expects. he can’t fathom anyone else standing beside him, anyone else he would trust with something as important as having his heir, something that felt like a future he once never thought he’d have.

(and it’d give him all the more right to be fussy and obsessive about your safety. to keep you in his palace and in his line of sight at all times.

to tie you to him for eternity and more.)

“a baby.” he quickens his pace, rough hands glued to your hips, now full on slamming into you. he’s delirious with want, the animalistic need to mark you and solidify your position as lady of this land once and for all. “give me a— fuuuck— baby. i want an heir, princess.”

“ah—! ah—! zuko, slow down! a wh-what? a-a baby?”

“yes. need you bred and pregnant by the end of the week— no— by tonight. that’s an order.” he jests, but there’s a heavy glint in his eye.

a vow. you would bare his child at once.

“o-of course, zuko.”

“then we can’t have the water washing away my cum now can we? gotta make sure it takes.” he presses a kiss to the side of your head, slow and lingering. then his teeth catch lightly on the ribbon, tugging it loose before he pulls it away from your face, letting it fall as he finally looks at you again.

he grips your ass. makes a move to stand, cock still buried to the hilt of your quivering pussy. you instinctively tighten around him, grappling at the expanse of his muscular figure.

“miss you so much.” you sigh, nuzzling into his face and nipping at his scar. he breathes in your scent. agonizes over the fact that you’d smell so much sweeter once you’re full of milk and spiritual energy. “wan’ a baby with you too, zuko. been wanting one for so long.”

he begins thrusting upwards again, letting gravity drag you down his length. “why didn’t you say so before, petal?”

“you were so busy with nation affairs and. . . with everything you’ve been through.” you bite your lip. “and we cannot guarantee our first born would inherit fire-bending.”

he chuckles. his sweet, thoughtful girl. “all the more reason to have one, flower. or many. it would strengthen the throne regardless if the fire lord can bend fire or not. and it would heal my past wounds in ways that you can’t even imagine. to see you and watch you be the most amazing mother to our children. . .” he groans as he feels himself nearing the end.

you moan at his words— at the weight of him inside you and what this meant. “i’m so close, zuko. wanna feel you fill me. wanna give you a baby. wanna make you a good father, too.”

his hips falter for a moment, breath catching. your arms wind around his neck, pulling him down as your lips meet his in a rushed, desperate kiss, the kind that says more than either of you can put into words as zuko leans into you without hesitation. he cums with a moan into your mouth, his semen coating your guts in long, endless spills. feels your slick envelope him as well, walls milking him for everything he has.

“i love you.” he whispers into the crown of your head. “what an honor it’d be to start this new chapter with you.”

you can only smile against his chest, eyes drifting closed as sleep slowly takes you. you trust that he’ll always make sure you’re clean and ready for bed, wrapped safely in his arms.

your dreams blur soft and warm, filled with him, with the quiet image of zuko standing tall, a smaller version of him clutching the front of his robes as he holds them close, steady and sure like everything you’ve come to find in him.

[aquasprings]

puppyboy yuji always knows how to take care of you <3

“…cramps?”

yuji stares at your crumpled form in your bed. how you’ve got your blankets wrapped tightly around you, the water bottle on your night table, your dull expression of pain.

“yeah,” you croak. “and i lent my heating pad to nobara last week, so i don’t have one..and advil isn’t working.”

yuji scratches the back of his head, eyes filled with concern. “i’ll be back,” he says like he’s been handed a mission.

“wait—yuji—”

“i’ll be back!” he calls, and then he’s gone out your dorm door.

you stare at the empty doorway. “…what.”

fifteen minutes later, he returns like a storm. thee door slams open and yuji bursts in slightly out of breath, hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped. “i got stuff!”

he drops everything onto your bed in a chaotic pile. chocolate, multiple kinds. a collection of it. a new heating pad, still in the packaging. a round, soft plushie. three boxes of tea.

“i didn’t know which chocolate you like best so I got a bunch,” he says quickly, already opening the heating pad box. “and i asked the lady at the store what helps with cramps and she gave me the tea and—oh!—the heating pad—”

you blink at him. “you… went out for all this?”

“yeah.” like it’s obvious. like of course he did.

you stare at the pile again. “that was fast.”

“i told them it was urgent,” he admits, a little sheepish, plugging in the heating pad. “they let me skip the line.”

“…you told the whole store I was on my period?” you ask.

“i didn’t say your name!” he defends immediately. “just—like—‘my girlfriend is in pain and I need help’ and then this one lady was like ‘oh honey’ and—”

you start laughing. it bubbles out of you, cutting through the dull ache in your stomach.

It bubbles out of you, weak but real, cutting through the dull ache in your stomach.

yuji lights up, a little relieved. “okay, wait—here,” he says, carefully placing the heating pad against your stomach once it’s warm. “tell me if it’s too hot.”

it’s perfect. you sigh, melting into your blankets. “…that’s really nice.”

he beams. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he hovers for a second, then picks up the plushie and gently tucks it into your arms. “it’s cute and—yeah. that’s it,” he says sheepishly.

you snort softly. “thank you.”

he sits on the edge of your bed, watching you. “does it hurt a lot?” he asks quietly, brows knitting together. “i wish i could take it for you.”

the way he says it, so simple, so genuine, makes your chest ache in a completely different way.

“you’re already helping,” you murmur.

he smiles, sliding under the blankets. “really?”

“yeah. a lot.”

he smiles a little shyly. “is it okay if i stay with you?”

“obviously.”

his arms wrap tighter around you, his hand warm over yours, right on top of the heating pad.

you sigh, eyes slipping shut, and yuji grins, heart full.

“you’re so cute,” you mumble.

he goes still, cheeks pinking. “…yeah,” he whispers, smiling into your hair, absolutely glowing.

mission accomplished.

[gravelocked]

reo teaches nagi how to fuck you properly !

you and your boyfriend, nagi have the sweetest relationship ever, trust. he’s absolutely down bad for you and you love him just as much if not more but if there’s one thing which needs to be discussed is how he is, in bed.

he is good for the most part, he surely isn’t small, no, he’s got a couple of inches on him but it’s how he fucks is the problem. he does not know how to talk you through it at all, neither how to set the mood. he just climbs on top of you with all his weight and comes and goes, doesn’t even try to make you cum because he gets lazy as soon as he finishes and just falls asleep.

so naturally you brought it up with him, and surprisingly he didn’t get defensive or offended, he admitted his shortcoming and suggested a solution.

bring his best friend to teach him!

his best friend, reo has known him since they were teenagers, before you even met nagi so you could say they know eachother better than anybody and also have insane amounts of trust in one another.

so nagi trusts him with you, and it’s not a bad idea, right?

reo’s thrilled at the idea when you guys bring it up to him. he knows his best friend cannot treat a girl right for the death of him and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about fucking you either. like c’mon, you’re a real cutie. how could he resist?

so naturally, he accepts without hesitation. and what better way to teach his dumb friend than hands-on?

“you’re okay with this, hm?” reo asked from his position on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you where you were sitting with your back against the headboard in just your underwear. “yeah.” nagi replied from his seat on the ‘cuck’ chair.

“wasn’t asking you, nagi.” reo didn’t look over, instead gestured at you with his chin, his eyes were eating you up and you couldn’t help but squirm. you nodded albeit hesitantly. reo frowned at that, “say it.” your gaze flicked towards nagi who was silently palming his crotch boredly then back at reo. “i’m alright with this, yeah.” you confirmed, nodding again.

reo smiled, “very well.” before climbing onto the bed, slipping his hoodie off, revealing his bare upper half and you had to admit, he was built.

he looked over at nagi with a small smirk. “don’t get mad.” before looking back at you and inching closer until his face was just inches from yours, breath mingling with yours, you could tell he had taken a hell lot of mints before this.

nagi barely shrugged, watching intently whilst reo pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss which soon turned messy as reo slipped his tongue in your mouth, his large palms mapping the curves of your body so hungrily.

reo was a good kisser, better than nagi even. where nagi used to just fuck your mouth with his tongue, reo took his time, easing you into it every moment until you were melting like putty in his hands.

his hand slipped between your clenched thighs to press against your hot core through the thin fabric of your panties, fingers spreading your wetness over your clothed sex. “so wet already, naughty girl.” reo whispered, pulling away. he nipped at your lower lip, eliciting a gasp from you.

he hooked one of your legs over his hip to give himself better access, his fingers continued rubbing your little clit through the gusset of your panties.

he felt your breathing quicken, hips canting against his palm and he pulled his fingers away. “she likes it when you finger her.” nagi spoke, now with a very visible bulge in his sweats. reo sighed before looking back at nagi, “nagi, respectfully, i don’t need shit from you. stay quiet.” nagi immediately quieted down.

turning back to you, reo pressed open-mouthed kisses to your throat and further down into the valley of your breasts where he reached around with his arms to unclasp your bra. “show me these perfect tits baby.” reo whispered into your skin whilst tugging your bra off until your boobs spilled free, he immediately grabbed one in his palm earning a soft whimper from you.

nagi never bothered to love your breasts like this, he only used them as pillows but damn did this feel much, much better. reo latched onto your other nipple, circling the darkened flesh until it perked.

“you’re so pretty.” reo whispered, resuming his kiss trail down to your lower belly where he began tugging your panties down but stopped abruptly. you seized, “what’s the matter?” you looked down nervously. reo just shook his head and tugged your panties down to your knees in one fell motion.

you gasped when the cold air of the room hit your sensitive cunt, making it throb in reaction. reo ran a warm palm over your clenching lower belly before nuzzling between your thighs to mouth at your pussy.

your hands instinctively went to tangle in his purple hair, “easy baby, i’m not going anywhere.” he muttered into your cunt, tongue darting out to lap between your folds.

“oh ffuckk—” you cursed, throwing your head back. “yeah? like that?” reo sucked on your folds, tongue flicking against your clit. you nod eagerly, thighs closing around his head.

reo eats you out with much pleasure, dipping his tongue in and out of you, laving over your pulsing bud. much better than your boyfriend ever did.

you look over at said boyfriend who currently has his hand down his pants, lazily stroking himself. reo notices your attention swaying and he pulls away to slap your cunt, driving your full attention back to him. “eyes on me, love.” he punctuated his words with a soft suckle to your clit.

he continued tonguing your hole, nose nuzzling into you, puffy lips mouthing all around your sex. he felt you clenching and bucking your hips into his face and he quickly pulled away, “reoo!” you whined, pouting.

reo shook his head with a soft smile, “can’t have you cumming just yet baby.” he knelt on the bed, one hand unbuckling his jeans and the other rubbing your quivering thigh.

“missionary or doggy?” reo asked, fishing his cock out from his boxers. you seemed to think for a second, nagi always took you from behind, said it was easier. you figured he just couldn’t hold eye contact while fucking you from the front.

“uh—missionary.” you muttered, your cheeks gradually heating up. reo smirked stroking his length, “heard you.” your eyes drifted down to where he was pumping his already stiff cock. it was so pretty, tip a flushed red, curved just right with a thick vein running down the bottom and disappearing in a small sprinkling of violet pubes. he wasn’t bigger than nagi but he had some size on him.

reo seemed to notice your gaze devouring him and he laughed, “it feels even better, don’t worry.” he crawled on top of you, pinning you to the bed. he didn’t rush you, didn’t make you do any work at all as he slid his length between your slick folds teasingly, tip catching onto your clutching hole with each thrust, “ready?” he grabbed the base of his cock, placing the crown of his cockhead against your hole.

“put it in already!” you whined and reo slammed forward, burying his cock to the hilt in one go, knocking out all the air from your lungs. “shiitt—nagi never fucked you right, huh? y’re so tight..” reo cursed between gritted teeth, lip tucked between his teeth as he began moving inside of you.

“feels so good!” you cried out, back arching like it was allergic to the bed. “i know baby—shit—so fuckin’ good..” reo rested one palm on the back of your neck, his eyes gazing deep into yours.

“don’t diss me.” nagi panted from the sidelines, his sweatpants were pooling around his ankles now, his dick at full mast, filling out his fist which was rapidly pumping the flushed flesh.

you and reo ignored him, both focusing on eachother. reo held both of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours as he slowly rocked in and out of you. “sweet girl, just wanted to be loved huh?” he leaned forward, pressing a little peck to your nose.

he freed one hand to slip down and rub against your twitching clit, pinching the sensitive little pearl between his thumb and forefinger.

his thrusts began picking up pace, cock ramming in and out of you brutally, tip smashing against that soft spongy spot deep inside of your gummy insides. all that combined with the filthy whispers pouring from his lips made your orgasm reach a crescendo pitch.

“reo—reo—’m gonna!” you babbled, hands scrambling to scratch at his back, nails digging into his skin.

“cum? you gonna cum?” reo finished for you, smiling down at you. “cum for me babygirl, i got you.” reo looked over at nagi, flashing him a wink and sticking his tongue out in a ‘i made your girl nut’ way.

with just a couple more thrusts you clenched around reo as tight as you could, cumming all over his pistoning dick, a thick cream ring forming around his shaft. “hell yeah..” he panted, easing you through your orgasm.

he was close too, but the mattress dipped beside him as nagi stepped over. he didn’t bother reo, instead kneeling beside your head and dipping his aching cock into your gaping mouth.

“finally..” nagi huffed, chest heaving. his hands wrapped around your head to hold you in place whilst he fucked your throat. reo matched his pace, “don’t cum inside her.” nagi growled under his breath, of course, reo wouldn’t go that far..not while nagi was still here.

he pulled out of you at the very last moment, stroking himself over your stomach and painting your chest and belly with his seed. nagi came down your throat soon after, you choked on his cum sliding down your throat all sticky and thick. how long had it been since your boyfriend drank water?

after a moment, nagi pulled out of your mouth. drops of his seed dribbling from his tip and onto your cheek. reo stuck a finger in his release on your belly and stuck the same digit into your mouth.

“taste me.” you began sucking on his finger, he even tasted sweeter. really, how is nagi lacking so much?

nagi flopped on the bed beside you, already preparing to fall asleep. “seriously nagi! you aren’t even going to clean her up?” reo complained but nagi was already snoring.

he sighed and shook his head before bundling you up in his arms, “i’ll get you cleaned up, let’s go.” but you stopped him, “no, let’s stay.” you laid back, reo shrugged and put you down before slipping into place beside you.

“..’shiro.” you poked nagi’s cheek, he fluttered one eye open, nipping at your finger. “mm?” he hummed throaty, “oh so he doesn’t listen to me?” reo huffed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“did you like it baby?” reo asked you, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “yeah i did.” you giggled, reo smiled and turned to nagi, “did you like the cuck chair, nagi?” he chuckled. “shut up reo.” nagi wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over, spooning you.

“good night.” he mumbled. “hey!” reo gasped, shocked. “we should do this again.” you suggested with a laugh.

“no.” “yes!”

a/n: hi guys do u all love me

2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.

[mebodys]

megumi's such a clingy kitty

catboy!gumi | nsfw (handjob) | inspired by one of @lipstainedgemini's genius posts | dividers by @nicodefresas

as much as he denied it, megumi was head over heels in love with you. from the day he saw you in the pairing centre, walking past everyone else to look at him in his kennel—like you were drawn together, he was smitten. you chose him and were so sure about it, he couldn't help but instantly fall in love.

-`♡´-

your apartment was awfully spacious so it was easy for megumi to avoid you when he had his little moods. but these past few days, he's been lingering behind you no matter where you went. if you were in the kitchen, he would sit at the island watching you. if you were watching tv in the living room, he would sit on the floor at the side of the couch watching too. even if you were in your room, megumi would walk past your door every two minutes and 'check on you'.

that's not even the worst of it though. the amount of your clothes in his room recently is more than enough reason to raise an eyebrow too.

you never acknowledged his behavior because knowing megumi, he would deny everything and change the subject.

all of that aside, it's been a week now, and megumi is still acting not clingy. the complete opposite of his normal standoffish personality.

"megumi." you called for him from the living room.

"yes?" he immediately answered and popped up from behind the couch.

"what were you doing back there???" he blinked at you. "whatever, come here."

megumi tried to not look excited while he crept onto the couch beside you.

"yes?" his tail curled around your hand.

"you know you're my good boy right?" his face flushed, he was always a sucker for praise from you. but he also knew you were going to follow up with something he would not want to answer. regardless, he still nodded.

"and good boys are always honest, right?" he nodded again. "okay then.." your free hand raised to gently rub his sensitive ears. "megumi. is there anything that's been bothering you?"

there it is.

"n-no..."

"ah. good boys don't lie megumi..." he looked away from you and his ears flattened against his hair. no answer came from his lips. at that, you pulled both of your hands away from him.

"is there something you want?"

no answer.

"is that what we're doing? megumi, you know better."

he tried to get up, but you held his tail and made him sit again.

"why are my clothes in your room megumi?" you didn't let go of his tail even though his eyes had widened and his face flushed pink again.

"...mixed laundry..."

"yeah? laundry?" he nodded. "okay. and why have you been following me around the house?"

"i'm....i haven't been doing that."

"right. okay." you let go of his tail. "you can go."

megumi hesitantly got off the couch and went back to his room. an hour later though, he was right behind you in the kitchen. again. his lying earlier irritated you, so when you noticed him sitting at the island, you went to the bathroom and locked the door. if he wouldn't learn space by will, he'd learn it by force.

you stalled in the bathroom for a good hour before actually showering and getting out. to nobody's surprise, when you opened the door, megumi was standing right outside of it.

"i-i i was going to knock! to see w-why you were taking so long...yeah!" his face was flushed again as he backed away from the door.

everything he said was bullshit and you knew it. you took his wrist and brought him into your room and closed the door. you were still wrapped in only a towel so megumi tried not to look at you. the last thing he was expecting was for you to wordlessly drop it and make him look at you.

"is this what you were waiting for megumi?" you held his jaw in your hands and when he looked down and really took him the sight, his pupils dilated so much that the dark blue in his eyes couldn't be seen anymore. "were you hoping i would leave the bathroom naked like i normally do?" you pushed him back and he landed on your bed. "didn't you think i would see your cum stains on my clothes? i thought you were a smart boy." he couldn't say anything, he was too busy gawking at your boobs that were just....out. "i thought you were a good boy, megumi." his ears finally perked up—along with his dick...

"i am! i'm sorry i didn't mean to make your clothes messy! it only happened a few times by accident, i promise!"

"so you're jerking off with my clothes?"

he didn't answer this time, he tried to look everywhere other than at your naked body.

"answer me."

"yes! i have i’m sorry! please don't get rid of me, i'm sorry!"

your expression slightly softened. is that why he kept denying everything? you felt a little bad now.

"i would never megumi. i wish you had told me my poor little kitty has been all pent up." your fingers teased the bulge in his pants and he tried to cover it up with his own hands. "don't hide megumi...if you wanted me to touch you could've asked...it makes me sad to know that you've been dealing with this all by yourself..."

"i’m sorry..i should've told you."

"mhm...do you want me to help you now?"

"...yes please.." you hummed in approval.

"that's all you needed to say." you pulled down his pants just enough so that his cock could be reached and leaned over to the point where your boobs were in megumi's face.

your hand snaked down and slowly started stroking megumi's dick. he was already leaking so much, so it didn't take long before the room was filled with the sounds of wet squelches and his heavy breaths. megumi's dick was dainty, slim and had a perfect little mushroom tip. it fit perfectly in your hand and was easy to work.

you must've been lost in thought for too long and slowed down, because megumi whined and unintentionally thrusted into your hand. your chest was still directly over his face and he couldn't help but shoot his tongue out and lick your nipple. the roughness of his tongue made you jolt and accidentally squeeze his dick. he whined again and this time, purposely thrusted into your hand.

"does that feel good, kitty? you like fucking my fist?" you've stopped moving your hand at this point and let megumi please himself with your hand.

"yes! it's s-sooo good!" megumi moaned without any shame now. every thrust had more of his pre spread on your hand while his mouth hung open letting out shaky breaths.

everytime you would squeeze he would babble out a "yesss! harder- harder!"

paired with another moan.

"not so quiet anymore, now are you megumi? you're using my hand like such a good boy..."

"mhmm..m'your good boy! i'm a good kitty—i wanna be perfect for y-you! nngh-" now megumi was completely hunched over your arm, humping and thrusting away. with your other hand, you rubbed over the little slit on his tip and watched his tail jolt and his hips stagger.

"you gonna cum, megumi?"

"ah- uh huh...gonna cum!"

you circled the tip of his dick twice more before his cum shot out onto the blanket. his ears and tail twitched simultaneously when you continued to circle around his tip.

"t-thank you...thank you- i'm sorry for lying y/n, i'll never lie again, i want to be a good boy for you. i want to be yours- i...i love you!" he mumbled everything so quickly, all while nuzzling into your chest.

"that's what you've been wanting to say huh?" he shyly nodded. "i love you too, megumi."

you pet his head while he snuggled into you, purring until you both fell asleep.

if you liked ts you might like my other megumi works !

kawaiiladygirl's note: i've been wanting to write catboy megumi for sososo long. thank you gem and your gorgeous brain for inspiring me to write this ! kawaiiladygirl out !

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[gumsbear]

comforting bf gumi:(

megumi, was more closed off than anyone person you've ever met, but obviously he had his reasons for that.

you didn't know exactly why your boyfriend was so overly closed off, but you knew his reasons were valid for the way he was. there's always a reason for everything.

you're on the couch, legs covered with your fuzzy blue blanket. watching tv to try and get your mind off of things, but nothing is really distracting you. the only thought you have is megumi

megumi has been out all day, on a mission. he hasn't texted, called, it's been worrying you all day. you haven't settled, haven't even started on dinner. you've barely eaten today due to the feeling of worry in your chest, you were just too worried about megumi.

you hear the ringing of your phone, and see your home screen light up with notification, from megumi, you quickly grab your phone off of the cushion, holding the phone up close toward your ear, "hello!? baby are you okay?" you immediately ask, rather than a 'hello' the anxiety got to strong for that, you just needed to know if your boyfriend was okay.

"yeah..." he says simply, his deep voice cutting through the speaker, "are you lying to me?" you question, fingers fumbling with your hair. "no, why would i lie to you, pretty baby?"

why does he have to speak like this now?

"because... i don't know. look gumi, i'm just worried about you." you pause, trying to word your thoughts in the nicest way possible, "are you coming home? i think we should talk." you could almost feel his eye rolling through the phone, "yeah, i'm coming home. what do you want to talk about, baby?"

"i'll tell you, when you get here."

"alright."

in about thirty minutes, megumi arrived home.

you immediately practically jump out of the couch, standing up running towards your boyfriend. into a tight embrace he yelps in surprise. "hey, to you as well..." you roll your eyes, tightening your arms around his waist, "i was so worried about you." his hand rubs comforting circles on your back, "i'm sorry baby."

"stop apologizing." he goes silent after that, rubbing your back in soothing circles, "what did you want to talk about?" megumi questions softly, his voice low in the quiet living room. "sit down." you bring him towards the sofa, sitting down, he sits down aside you. waiting for you to continue.

"are you okay gumi? you're really worrying me lately. like a lot, please don't lie to me baby... you know that's why i'm here right?" you pause, "i'm here for the good, and bad moments. please talk to me."

megumi, stays silent for at least five minutes. you don't push him, don't pressure him to speak, you wait patiently, before his voice cuts in, "can i be honest?" you nod, grabbing his hands into yours. "please be honest." he intertwines his fingers with yours, "well..." he pauses, looking downward. suddenly feeling very exposed, seen.

something megumi, isn't use to. "well, to be honest i haven't been feeling the greatest." he paused again, you look at him in concern, rubbing small soothing circles on his knuckles, "in what way baby?" you say quietly, trying your best to not make him feel pressured.

"i... i just— i'm tired, yknow?" you knew exactly what he meant, he didn't mean just physical, he meant mentally, emotionally, and that scared you most because. megumi is not the type of person to ask for help, and what if it gets worse. what will happen to him?

"baby... i understand, please talk to me no pressure, you don't have to if you're not comfortable, but i'm here. i will always be here for you my love."

he completely lets go in your arms, clinging to you like a child as the dam finally breaks. years of repression, stoicism, and burying his feelings pour out in the form of violent shaking and heaving sobs against your shoulder. "i'm sorry... i'm sorry..." he gasps out between breaths. "i just love you so much it hurts." you rub his back soothingly, "shh, i've got you baby. let it out, is that that the only reason you're crying?" you ask gently, not trying to pry him.

he stills against you, his tears slowing. after a long moment, he nods against your neck—just a small, jerky movement. he takes a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper when he speaks. "i'm scared." it's the most vulnerable thing he's ever admitted to you. "scared of what baby? i've got you nothing is going to hurt you now." you rock him in gentle circles, creating a gentle rhythm.

he nuzzles into your touch, seeking comfort and closeness. he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to admit his biggest fear. "i'm scared that one day you'll realize i'm not worth your time and affection. that you'll leave me and i'll be alone again."

oh how your heart shattered at those words.

"baby... no you're worth everything. you deserve the world." you pause, your hands tangling in his sit strands. "id do anything for you, i'd for die for you. i'd kill for you. please i'd do anything it takes to keep you my love. don't ever think other wise."

he pulls back to look at you, his red, puffy eyes searching your face desperately for any hint of lies. but he only sees truth and love reflected back at him. something inside him seems to break open completely, all his walls crumbling. "you make me feel so..."

you cup his face gently, pushing his damp black spikes back, so you could see his face. "so what?" you question softly.

he leans into your palms, pressing his face against your hands as if he needs the contact to ground himself. his voice trembles, barely audible. "you make me feel so... whole. like i'm not broken anymore. like i'm actually allowed to be happy." a fresh tear slides down his cheek. "i've never felt safe in my entire life until i met you."

you smile at him, "oh baby. i'm so glad i'm able to make you feel loved, and secure." he starts crying again but they're softer tears now, not born from fear or sadness but from overwhelming gratitude and love. he presses into your touch like a starved cat seeking affection. "i don't know how to be needy like this..."

"well." you gently brush a strand of his hair out of his face, "do you feel better now baby?" he nods weakly, sniffing. he's suddenly aware of how he must look—red, puffy eyes, running nose, flushed face. he normally hates looking weak or vulnerable, but with you he feels zero shame. he's just... relieved to have let it all out. "i feel lighter."

you smile again, relieved that he's feeling better now. "i think you're tired." he blinks slowly, suddenly realizing how exhausted he feels—not just physically, but emotionally. drained from years of bottling everything up with only one release. he yawns unexpectedly, and it catches him off guard. "...maybe." he admits reluctantly, knowing he can't hide anything from you anyway. he collapses against your chest, not caring about his dignity anymore.

and after that, you brought him into your shared bedroom.

maybe rocked him to bed as well, after all he'd never been babied, never really been loved. he should know what it's like to be loved, you'll do whatever it takes for him to know that he's appreciated by you, and many others.

authors note: more angst until i'm better

[ndsoda]

The Tiger of West Junior High

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ nanami didnt come back to you

the clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its steady rhythm a cruel metronome to the emptiness of the apartment. you'd left the living room light on, just like always, a soft glow spilling into the hallway where his shoes waited.

nanami's favorite pair—those polished oxfords, scuffed just enough from missions to show they'd been through hell but still held their shape—sat neatly by the door, right where he'd kicked them off that morning. he'd paused there, tie loosened, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he looked back at you.

"don't wait up," he'd said, voice steady as ever. "i'll be back before you know it."

you'd nodded, forcing a smile, because that's what you did for him. nanami kento deserved that—normalcy, even when the world was fracturing. "hurry back," you'd replied, leaning in for a quick kiss that lingered a second too long. "we'll watch that movie when you're home. the one with the old detectives. you love those."

he'd chuckled, low and warm, brushing a thumb across your cheek. "deal. after this mission, it's you and me and poorly executed plot twists." then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving only the echo of his footsteps fading down the stairs.

that was hours ago.

days, now, if you counted the reports trickling in like poison through the cracks. shibuya had been a nightmare, they said—curses swarming, sorcerers falling like dominoes. you'd paced the apartment since the first whispers, phone clutched in your hand, waiting for the call that would say he was safe, tired, coming home. but the phone stayed silent, and the news grew darker.

megumi's voice on the line, strained and painfully youthful: "we're still searching."

yuji's, broken: "he fought so hard."

and then nothing.

just the official word and time of death, delivered by a somber gojo over a crackling connection: "i'm sorry."

no.

you wouldn't believe it.

not yet. nanami was too strong, too meticulous. he'd walk through hell and emerge with his tie straight, complaining about overtime.

so you waited.

the apartment felt like a tomb, every corner holding a piece of him. his coat hung on the rack, sleeves empty but still carrying the faint scent of his cologne—clean, like fresh linen and resolve. his keys on the hook, untouched. you wandered to the kitchen, where his coffee mug sat rinsed in the drainer, the one with the simple black handle he'd chosen because it "held the right amount." your fingers traced its edge, and a sob caught in your throat, sharp and unexpected.

no.

he can't be dead gone.

midnight bled into the early hours, the city outside humming indifferently. you sank onto the couch, pulling the throw blanket he'd bought—the soft gray one, practical and warm—over your lap. his side of the cushions dipped slightly, as if his body had imprinted itself there, waiting for him to return.

the tv remote felt heavy in your hand, but you couldn't just sit in the silence anymore. with trembling fingers, you queued up the movie. the maltese falcon. his favorite. the one he'd talked about endlessly, dissecting the twists over takeout, his eyes lighting up in that rare, unguarded way.

the opening credits rolled, bogart's voice gravelly and sure. you hit play alone.

the screen flickered to life, shadows playing across the walls, but the apartment felt colder now, the light from the tv casting long, lonely shadows. you curled into the corner of the couch, knees drawn up, watching as sam spade navigated betrayal and loss with that unflinching grit.

nanami would have loved this part—the moral ambiguity, the quiet heroism. "it's about duty," he'd say, arm around you, chin resting on your head. "doing what's right, even when it costs everything."

a tear slipped down your cheek, hot and unbidden. you swiped it away, but more followed, blurring the screen. the plot twisted and it was awful, just like he'd promised, but there was no one to murmur predictions to, no shared laugh at the outdated dialogue.

halfway through, the dam broke. sobs wracked your body, raw and guttural, the kind that clawed from the depths of your chest. you clutched the blanket to your face, muffling the sounds, but they echoed anyway—ugly, heartbroken wails that filled the empty space.

he wasn't coming home.

the shoes by the door mocked you, polished and waiting for feet that would never step into them again. the movie played on, spade uncovering the truth too late, just like you. shibuya had taken him—your kento, with his steady hands and quiet strength, the man who'd planned a life beyond the curses, beyond the blood. he'd fought for a world where you could have lazy evenings and bad movies, and now...

you rocked back and forth, tears soaking the blanket, the film forgotten as grief consumed you. "come home," you whispered into the empty room, voice cracking. "please, ken. we had a deal."

but the credits rolled in silence, the apartment swallowing your pleas. his shoes stayed by the door, a silent vigil for a man who would never walk through it again. and you sobbed, alone in the glow of the tv, the weight of forever settling like ash on your skin.

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[nanaasdiary]

i hate my life

[pika-toru-deactivated20260505]

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! gojo loves using the “i’m married” card whenever he gets approached, because in his mind you guys are married.

the thing about being satoru gojo is that people look at him.

he’s used to it by now— the double takes, the whispered gossip, the way strangers feel entitled to his attention just because he happens to be tall and white-haired and annoyingly beautiful(so he’s been told). it’s exhausting, honestly, but he’s learned to deal with it over the years.

the second her manicured fingers land on satoru’s forearm, he knows exactly what’s coming.

he’s seen this script a hundred times. the coy smile, the slight tilt of the head, the way her lashes flutter like she’s got something in her eye. he’s been fielding these approaches for years, long before you came along, and he’s got it down to a fine art now.

“sorry,” he says, before she can even get a word out. “i’m married.”

the lie rolls off his tongue as easily as breathing. it’s not even really a lie, not in his head. you’re his girlfriend, yes, but you’re also the one. the endgame. the person he’s going to annoy for the rest of his natural life and probably well beyond that if he figures out how. in his mind, you’ve already got the ring, the shared last name, the matching toothbrushes in the bathroom. the paperwork is just a formality.

the woman’s face falls slightly, but she’s persistent. he’ll give her that. “oh, i don’t see a ring—”

“left it at home,” he says smoothly, already starting to edge away. “wife’d kill me if i lost it.”

he does have a ring. it’s just that it’s still sitting in the expensive jewellery shop that you always stare at when you guys pass by. he’s been meaning to go in and custom-make one that’s been appearing in his mind lately, one that would be unique and fitting only for you, but there’s no rush and the right moment just hasn’t shown up yet, because every time he looks at you, his brain short-circuits and he forgets how words work.

but that’s a problem for future satoru.

right now, present satoru is trying to escape this conversation without being rude, because you’re waiting for him in the car, most likely dozing off against the window with that cute pout on your lips.

he’s reaching for the strawberry milk with the cute cow on it, when he hears the click of heels behind him.

“excuse me?”

satoru doesn’t even turn around. his hand closes around the bottle anyway. “married,” he says, tossing it into his basket.

“oh! i—i wasn’t—”

“very married. disgustingly married. my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world and i think about her constantly.” he finally glances over his shoulder, offering a bland smile. “sorry.”

the woman blinks at him, then laughs nervously and retreats toward the chips aisle.

satoru turns back to the fridge, satisfied. it’s not even a lie anymore, not really. you’ve been his girlfriend for two years, and somewhere along the way— maybe when he watched you fall asleep on his couch with your glasses askew, or when you sent him a photo of a cat you saw on the street with the caption him, or when you laughed so hard at your own joke that you choked on water— he stopped thinking of you as just a girlfriend.

you’re his wife. you just don’t know it yet. there’s paperwork to do, and a ring to buy, and a question to ask, but in his head? you signed the papers months ago.

he grabs another bottle of milk because you like the chocolate one too, and heads to the checkout, basket swinging from his wrist. the cashier gives him an interested look but he only looks at you through the transparent doors that open and close, smiling when he sees you rubbing your eyes through the window and looking around sleepily.

.

.

.

the first thing satoru notices is that the afternoon sun is hitting just right against your hair, making it look like something out of a painting. the second thing he notices is the woman approaching.

he clocks her immediately— the way her eyes flick to him, the subtle once-over, the way she angles her body toward his. he’s seen this movie a hundred times. hell, he’s starred in it a hundred times.

“excuse me,” she says, all polite smile and batted lashes. “i’m so sorry to bother you, but i just had to say—you have the most stunning eyes i’ve ever seen.”

satoru feels you stiffen slightly beside him. your hand, which had been loosely linked with his, tightens just a fraction. he wants to squeeze back, to reassure you, but he’s also kind of… curious. because usually, when this happens, he’s alone. he gets to play his little game where he flashes an imaginary wedding ring and says sorry, i’m married with a soft, stupidly fond smile that he practices exclusively for the version of you that lives in his head.

but you’re right there and he’s never had to play that card with you within earshot before.

“oh,” he says, tilting his head. his glasses slip down his nose just enough for him to peer over them. “thanks.”

the woman takes the lack of immediate rejection as encouragement. “i don’t usually do this, but i was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab a coffee sometime? there’s a great place just around the corner—”

“no can do,” satoru interrupts, his voice softening at the edges. he feels your hand twitch again. “i’m married.”

the word hangs in the air. married. he’s said it a thousand times to strangers, to cashiers, to that one persistent guy at the bookstore who wouldn’t take a hint. but never like this, never with you standing right there by his side.

you go very still.

the woman blinks, glances at your interlocked hands, then back at his face. “oh. i’m sorry, i didn’t see a ring—”

“don’t need one,” he says simply, he’s not even looking at her anymore. he’s looking at you, at the way your lips have parted slightly, at the confusion and tenderness flickering across your face. “some things you just know.”

there’s a beat of silence. the woman mutters an apology and retreats. satoru doesn’t watch her go. he’s too busy watching you stare up at him like he’s grown a second head.

“married?” you repeat, your voice going breathy like it does when you’re trying not to laugh but also trying not to cry.

“well, yeah,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he brings your joined hands up and presses a kiss to your knuckles, right there in the middle of the sidewalk. “i mean, not legally. yet. but in my head? you’ve had the ring for like eight months now. it’s very sparkly. you look great in it.”

you blink at him once, twice, and then you make a sound that’s half-giggle, half-gasp, shoving at his chest with your free hand. “satoru! you can’t just tell strangers we’re married!”

“why not?” he grins, bright and boyish and entirely unrepentant. “it’s gonna happen eventually. i’m just saving time.”

“you’re insane.”

“insanely in love, maybe.”

you groan, burying your face in his shoulder, and he feels you smile against his shirt. your ears are pink. he wants to bite them.

“you’ve been doing this the whole time?” you mumble into his collarbone. “every time someone flirts with you?”

“every. single. time.” he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer, resting his chin on top of your head. “you’re my wife in every way that matters. the government just doesn’t know it yet.”

you pull back just enough to look at him, and there’s something in your eyes that makes his chest ache— all shimmery and wondering, like you’re seeing him for the first time. you smile, small and private, and tug his sleeve. “c’mon, husband. my show starts in ten.”

he word husband hits him right in the stupid chest like a truck made of flowers.

he follows you out, already planning the ring. already knowing exactly what it’ll look like. already halfway down on one knee in his head.

you don’t know any of that, not yet. but you said it and now he’s never letting you go.

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[polaroidsex]

★ streamer!jo makes you fuck him reverse cowgirl after you blamed him for not giving you attention

his stream is still rolling, the chat flying by in a blur of emotes and questions he barely glances at anymore.

satoru’s leaned back in his gaming chair, legs spread wide, headset snug over his white hair, mic picking up every low laugh he lets out while he queues into another round with the guys. the screen in front of him glows with bright colors and kill feeds, but his real focus is lower, right where you’re straddling him backwards, skirt flipped up around your waist, panties long gone.

“dude,” someone pings in.

“yeah, i’m here,” he murmurs into the mic, voice calm and easy like nothing’s happening, thumb brushing over the controller. “sorry about the lag earlier, my bad.”

you bite your lip hard to keep quiet, knees digging into the cushion on either side of his thighs.

he’s already inside you, thick and warm and so deep it makes your head spin every time you shift. he had pulled you onto him the second you started whining about how he never pays attention anymore, eyes half-lidded. “ride me then,” he’d said, simple as that, camera off but everything else still live. “show me how bad you need it while i finish this game.”

your hands grip the edge of the desk for balance, trying not to make the chair creak too loud.

every little roll of your hips sinks him deeper, the slow drag pulling soft, wet sounds that only you can hear. satoru’s free hand rests on your ass, fingers spread, guiding you just enough to keep the rhythm lazy and torturous. not fast, not rough but enough to make your thighs tremble.

“bro, you’re cracked today,” one of his friends laughs through the headset, probably thinking satoru’s tired.

satoru chuckles, the vibration running straight through his chest and into you. fuck.

“must be the vibes,” he answers, voice smooth, thumb pressing a little firmer against your skin as he makes you take another inch. you clench around him without meaning to and he exhales through his nose, quiet enough that the mic probably doesn’t catch it. probably.

“y’all seem to play weak tonight,” satoru responds.

you glance over your shoulder at him. his eyes are on the screen, lips parted just a fraction, but the way his fingers dig into your hip tells you he’s feeling every single flutter. he gives a tiny thrust up when you least expect it, just enough to bump against that spot that makes your mouth fall open in a silent gasp.

“keep going, baby,” he mouths, no sound, only the shape of the words while his teammate rambles about some play.

his hand slides around to your front, fingertips barely grazing where you’re stretched around him, teasing without giving you the friction you’re aching for. “nice and slow. let me feel you.”

your breath comes shaky, chest tight as you rock back onto him again, the angle letting him press so deep it borders on too much. the chat keeps popping off on the monitor, none of them knowing their favorite streamer is buried inside you, letting you use him while he casually calls shots with the boys. the contrast makes your stomach twist in the best way.

satoru leans forward a little, pretending to adjust something on his setup, and the shift pushes him even further.

you have to press your face into your arm to muffle the whimper that tries to slip out. and satoru notices, of course he does. that fuck-ass smug little huff of air leaves him as he settles back, palm smoothing over your spine like he’s soothing you.

“you good over there?” his friend asks.

“yeah,” satoru replies, voice perfectly steady even as he gives another lazy roll of his hips that has you seeing stars. “think imma need to sign out tonight, i’m not feeling well, chat.”

he keeps you like that for the rest of the round, making you ride him reverse, slow and deliberate, every movement dragging pleasure through you while he talks and laughs and plays like it’s nothing. when the game ends and he finally mutes for a second, he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“blame me for not giving you attention again,” he whispers, breath hot, “and next time the camera stays on.”

discovering streamer!satoru au.. whew y’all will hate to see me coming now

[belimah]

Yakuza AU by Lilly

[kill3ill]

need to breed — 18+

zuko wants a baby.

he's told you this many times now, but you often brush off the firelord's ask as fleeting desire. perhaps a new fetish - the thought of seeing you knocked up and so evidently claimed by him that any time you'd leave his chambers, people would see you as his, pregnant and swollen with his child.

you didn't take him seriously at all, until he dragged you away from his council room where you'd been seated next to him the whole time, giving him such sweet, pure little looks and rubbing his thigh dangerously close to his cock, all while murmuring praises whenever he proposed a strong idea. such words could've also been used in bed, as you'd been saying things like;

"so good, zuko."

"well done, my prince."

among other words in that sultry voice of yours.

now he has you folded up in his huge bed, pushing your legs wide open as far as they'll go as he pounds his achingly swollen cock into your chubby pussy with the sole goal of pumping you full of his babies.

you cry out and dig your nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into your loving husband. how he's gone from lovemaking to fucking you raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for your womb and kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out.

"didn't fuck- take me seriously at all." he grunts, watching juices spill out of you as he keeps aiming his long, curved cock straight for your womb, dragging his engorged shaft along your softened sweet spots each time. it makes your toes curl and your nails cut into his flesh as pleasure overwhelms you. "i told you i wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought i was joking. what makes you think i'd ever joke about something like that?"

"zuko!" you call his name between garbled moans, your head tipping back into the pillow when he pushes his cock flat into your cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message. he tuts at your whining and lets out a soft hiss as you rake your nails down his skin. the pain does not deter him at all, only encouraging to pound your puffy cunt harder.

he grabs handfuls of your tits, squeezing and rubbing his skilled fingers along your budding nipples until they're hard and stout, his tongue licking over his lips hungrily as he imagines how they'll dribble with milk once you're thoroughly bred. he leans down and pushes your breasts together so he can suck both nipples into his mouth at once, tasting the sweetness of your skin and sweat for now and fixating on how much sweeter you'll taste with milk pouring into his mouth.

he plans to fuck your cunt as long as he can while you're pregnant, too.

the new angle has his cock spearing into you impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, your pussy flutters around him, milking his cock greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him. one more squeeze of your velvety walls around his dick has his cock swelling up, and with a loud groan into your tits, he spills a hot, thick, heavy load right into your womb, fucking you through it in hopes that this round of cum will surely get you pregnant.

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