Just say female reader. Female and afab are different. Some trans men donβt want to be lured in with the promise of just an afab reader when really itβs a female reader with the terms you use
i'm sorry if it has offended you in any way or form, but i am a trans person myself. i don't use she/her pronouns or any other pronouns on reader, if reader is referred by any gendered terms, it's strictly mentioned in the warnings. if you're talking about terms used while referring to reader's body parts, i don't mean to trigger anyone's body dysphoria, i know how terrible that is, but this is just how smut in general is written. keep in mind that afab doesn't only refer to trans men or transmascs, but nonbinaries, genderfluids, bigenders, agenders etc. sorry but i'll keep saying afab reader, because that's what they are. as i said, i make sure to mention all gendered terms used, if there is any to begin with, i always put it as a warning. ^^
tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, use of βgood girlβ, mean dom nanami, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, slight begging, praising, not proofread
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husband!nanami who is just sooo mean when his fingers are buried inside you :(
husband!nanami who sits you on his lap when he comes home from work, the day a little too stressful than usual. his hands grope at your flesh and shed your clothes one by one, until you're bare naked, his chest pressing against your back. he's only loosened his tie yet.
husband!nanami who takes his stress out on your poor cunt, thick fingers bullying their way in as you whine and mewl. he mumbles something about how you're so wet for him between the soft kisses he presses along your neck. it's frustrating β he's pumping his digits in and out so fast yet he's caressing your skin with his lips as if you were made out of glass.
husband!nanami who doesn't kiss you as much as be normally does because he wants to hear you sing for him, whine and moan and cry in pleasure as your body archs back into his. your voice, your body, just you being what he needs to unwind.
husband!nanami who toys with your clit until you're begging him to stop, that it's too much β so he chuckles when you clench around his fingers, hitting your climax once again. βcan you give me one more?β he purrs, and you can't help but nod. βsuch a good girl for me.β
husband!nanami who is a dirty liar when he asks for just one more time. you know he's lying and so does he, you both know he will force your pretty pussy wide open and dripping for his fingers to explore and your clit puffy for his thumb to rub for as long as he wants to. you're panting, yet you can't even turn around to cling onto his shoulders β his hold on you secure and firm, positioning you just the way he wants you to stay. and he wants you still and pretty on his lap, body engulfed in his larger frame. βshh,β he kisses your neck when you try to turn around to face him, the touch almost featherlight, βsit still, will you? or do you want me to stop?β you lean against his chest, head thrown back, too drunk and dazed to talk. no, you mumble, please don't. βah, how can i defy my darling if they ask so nicely?β
husband!nanami whose kind words make a strong contrast with the pace of his fingers and the rock-hard bulge you feel pressing against your ass from below. you hear his breath hitch when you grind your hips, shifting slightly β you know he wants to just pull it out and empty his balls inside your cunt. but he doesn't, and you're almost begging him to fill you up before realizing something else.
husband!nanami who wants you to beg.
and husband!nanami who finally starts fucking you for real when you plead him to do so, hips slamming into yours so roughly you think the bed's going to break for a moment. his dick is so big and it's always a tight fit no matter how much you're used to taking his length. his low grunts can be heard as he bends over you, arms caging your head inbetween. one hand creeps downwards to find your clit and the other holds your jaw as he kisses you deeply.
husband!nanami who makes sure to clean you up when heβs done with you before he clings onto your body. he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, asking if it hurt, if it was too much, telling you how much he loves you and how well your pussy welcomes him. his eyes are closed as he nuzzles his face into your neck to pepper you with even more kisses, spooning you and so content with your warmth against his.
husband!nanami whose problems with work are long forgotten when you're snoring and trapped safe and sound in his embrace.
tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, use of βgood girlβ and "smart girl", wriothesley and reader are married, oh wriothesley loves to call himself the duke, sir kink, dirty talk, power play, begging, fucking in wriothesleyβs office what a surprise, handcuffs, oh my god more dirty talk than i planned there to be,Β
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thinking about wriothesley who likes it when you address him as the authority he is.
wriothesley who likes the way the words βyour graceβ fall off your lips when youβre joking. thatβs what people call him, heβs quite used to it - being the one that is respected. after all, if the duke wants something, he needs no justification. everyone knows that much.
such a man is your husband. heβs the duke, scariest person most have ever witnessed, yet he is just your sweet wriothesley when he rubs his slight stubble in the crook of your neck. he may be a big bad wolf, but heβs a little puppy in your hands.
thatβs why you tend to forget just how intimidating of a man he is. i mean, how could you remember how people bow to him in respect when heβs the one kneeling before you?
wriothesley has no problem with this. he feels safe around you and trusts you enough to the extent heβs willing to be vulnerable, he wouldnβt prefer it any other way. thatβs why heβs surprised to feel his cock stiffen when you cling onto his arm as heβs working, whining, βplease, your graceβΏ iβll do anything.βΒ
you feel the shift in his mood, too. your husband is an easy man to read. his eyes snap at yours, a sign of success on your part, finally getting him to pay attention to you. βis that so?βΒ
wriothesley who leans back in his chair, giving you the access you need to crawl onto his lap. and crawl, you did. his large hands immediately found their place on your hips, holding you. you wanted to kiss that stupid smirk of hiss away.
βi canβt say no to you, can i? not when youβre so polite, so respectful with your grace. what a terrible duke thatβd make me.β
wriothesley who makes you take him in your mouth as he continues his work since youβre so eager to please his grace. paying no mind to how your spit runs all over his cock nor the way you struggle and whine, mumbling something about how heβs too big to fit.
βshh. you donβt want to be a hindrance for the duke, do you? keep quiet and take it like a good girl.β
wriothesley who rushes to finish his work as soon as possible because he wants nothing more than to bend you over his desk and slam his hips into yours, fucking you into oblivion. yet he wants to see you beg for him, eyes filled with tears as you need him inside. how shameful of you, he would say, ordering the duke around like that.
wriothesley who finally pets your head after he signs the last of the papers, your eyes lighting up as he looks down at you. βget up,β he says and you do so. he stands up after you, his frame taller and wider and towering over you as he traps you between his desk and himself. βnow, how could he ever get his work done if little criminals like you kept bothering the duke?β his dick pressed against you from behind, one hand creeping up to grab your jaw while the other traveled downwards.
you blink as you hear the clinking of metal and feel the cold material around your wrists, accompanied by a click. βw-wriothesley?β you call out, unable to turn your face back to him with the way he holds you.
you can practically feel the shit-eating grin on his lips when he pushed you down on his desk, hands tied behind your back. βthatβs not what youβre gonna be calling me tonight.β
βyour grace,β you correct.
βsmart girl.β
wriothesley who yanks your clothes enough just to have enough space to slide inside you, yet stays still when you expect him to do it. you can feel his heat throb against your ass, accompanied by his palms groping the flesh. βis this what you were trying to get?β he teased, βpreventing the duke from doing his job, just to get his dick inside this pretty pussy?β you heard him chuckle when he probed your lips with his fingers, finding it already dripping and ready for him. βso wet, too. is this all for him?β
βyes.β you pant.
βi couldnβt catch that.β
βyes, your grace.β
wriothesley who makes you beg before his fingers find your clit, rubbing at the sensitive bud and laughing as you clench around nothing. he canβt just give you what you want, can he? how could that be fair, treating a cute, pretty criminal like you with kindness? heβs insufferable, mocking your neediness, his hands roaming all over your body. heβs already done as much as to make you cum on his hands twice, and now people are going to call him unjust. b
wriothesley who finally slams inside you, the oversensitivity making you whine and moan as he set a harsh pace thrusting in and out. wriothesley was your sweet husband but oh god was he not a ruthless man.
wriothesley who keeps shaming you and praising you at the same time, telling you how good of a slut you are for your grace. his dick slides in easier with your mixed fluids inside your cunt, a creamy ring formed around his member.
wriothesley who slams inside you one last time before he stills, grunting as he shoots ropes of white cum inside your walls, the way you clench around his cock when you orgasm enough to drive him over the edge.
βbut fortunately,β he whispers against your ear, bending down to press his chest against your back, one hand skillfully undoing the locks of the handcuffs and dick still semi-hard. βyou are the dukeβs favorite.β
honestly i had to sit and ponder for a moment when i received this request because DUDE i can and i will make this man lactate but that's for another day ig
having his fill !
pairing : husband!nanami x reader
rating : explicit
wc : 1k
tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, reader is called "wife" once, nanami and reader had a child, lactation kink, breastfeeding, oo nanami wants you so bad, nanami is a little shy when it comes to things like this
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husband!nanami whose eyes linger on your chest for a moment too long. husband!nanami who thinks you haven't noticed.
husband!nanami whose eyes are on you as you're feeding your little baby. he smiles with fondness, the two loves of his life together in a single picture. he adores the sight, really, as much as he adores you. even as your hair disheveled and your eyes heavy, he thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world.
but what he feels bad about is the moment you shift, parting the little mouth of your daughter from your nipple as you place her back in her crib. he can't help how his eyes linger at the exposed skin, leaking a few drops of milk, swollen and oh he wants to latch onto it so bad and he's going to jump out the window if he gets hard at the sight right now.
it's not like it didn't happen. nanami knows of the few times his dick hardened at the thought of sucking your tits, so full and ready to give him milk as much as he w-
husband!nanami who clears his throat and offers you a smile, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips as he tells you dinner is ready, so come eat.
well, he has, for sure, had his mouth on your chest before- just not during the latter part of your pregnancy and after the baby was born, who was now two and a half months old.
this weird pattern of his behaviour has been going on for quite some time, you knew that much. you had a guess on what the hell that was all about, but you could never be sure when it came to the man named kento nanami.
you two ate dinner, chatting as usual with your laughter and his occasional chuckles filling the room. you were going to get to the bottom of this...but how? how could you possibly start the conversation? so, you decided to delve right in as he finished washing the dishes.
"kento, is there something you want to say to me?" you say, halting your movements to look at him. he stopped in his tracks as well.
husband!nanami who coughs when he feels your chest press against him as you asked, eyes oh-so innocently staring up at his.
husband!nanami who blames himself for feeling a rush of excitement when he shouldn't have. you were probably doing it on purpose, but what if you weren't? he'd hate to be such a degenerate for someone like you.
husband!nanami who confirms his suspicions when you place his large hand on top of one of your tits, making him grope the flesh. "if you want to ask something, just ask, kento. i'm your wife."
husband!nanami who has you laying on the couch as he towers over your smaller frame, his lips kissing yours with fervor. your shirt is off and he's completely clothed as his mouth trails down to your neck. his hands cover almost the entirety of your breasts, separated by the layer of your bra. he shifts the weight in his hands, caressing them, and you feel his bulge shift against your thigh.
husband!nanami who looks at you before he takes your bra off, eyes then immediately captivated by the way your tits move when they're set free. his eyes focus on the darkened tips, mouth parting like he was going to say something.
"can i..."
you laughed at his timidness, scared of asking whatever he was going to ask. "can you what, kento?"
"hell." he buried his face in your chest, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "can i," he pulled back to meet your gaze, a desperate look on his handsome face. "my love, i apologize if this sounds weird, it's just- can i...have a taste?"
you smiled and nodded, shifting to rest your back on the pillow on the side of the couch. "see, that wasn't so hard." cupping his face in your hands, you pulled him closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "just make sure there's some left for the baby."
husband!nanami who might have misheard your last sentence by the way his mouth sucks on your buds, shy licks of testing the waters turning into harsh sucking that made your milk flow out. you grabbed his hair, whining, saying something about how he's too rough, which falls to deaf ears.
husband!nanami who realizes, once he had a taste, that he's probably getting addicted.
husband!nanami who can't help but toy with your breasts as he fucks into you, watching the milk squeeze out and then reach down to lick the drops. he's mesmerized by both the taste and the visual. while he had always liked your chest, he was particularly obsessed with them after your pregnancy. you let out high-pitched moans as his teeth bit into your nipple, playing with it as if he was the baby.
husband!nanami who likes the taste way more than you would have expected, begging for more with his eyes when you tell him there's probably no more coming out. and he's always right, too, he makes more come out.
husband!nanami whose mouth latches onto one of your nipples when you two are fucking, just needy for you as his hand rolls and kneads your other tit. his eyes take a glance at the way milk comes out squirting, thinking about what a waste it is.
husband!nanami who still feels embarrassed to talk about his newfound kink but is eager to indulge in it.
husband!nanami who has found yet another thing about you to love.
tags : reader has no gender, reader is implied to be smaller than wriothesley in size, wriothesley is very clingy, wriothesley is touch starved, established relationship, hugging, kisses, physical touch as a love language, non-sexual physical touch, slight wriothesley angst
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wriothesley seems to have a problem with keeping his hands off of you.
you didn't know when it had turned into this. as your relationship with wriothesley progressed, he became more and more comfortable with casually touching you. light touches on the small of your back turning into back hugs with his face pressed against the crook of your neck.
and now you were starting to wonder if your boyfriend is simply a wet, needy puppy who's going to die if he's not touching you.
he wants to have you sat on his lap as he works through the boring documents of his work, one hand carelessly playing with your hair and nuzzling his face against yours whenever he wants to just throw all those papers away.
he wants to have you lay ontop of his body or his body on top of yours as you watch your favorite show on the tv. he doesn't really care what's on the screen, he just needs to crush you with his weight or act as your personal bed. he uses your chest as his pillow when he's on top of you, arms wrapped around you to hold you firm to himself- he may or may not fall asleep in the position. the thing is, he wants you to feel the same way with him, to feel safe enough with him that you can't help but doze off with your body curled on top of his.
he wants you to hug him as tightly as you possibly can when he has you on the back of his bike, speeding up when you loosen your grip so you cling to him again. he's grinning like a little boy when he feels you press against him, knowing you trust him to such an extent.
trust is what matters the most for wriothesley. he's scared of trusting other people, yet with you, it's different, and that's what scares him even more. he's so scared of the thought that you may not return his trust, or not even love him as he loves you, that he can't help but search for your touch as a reminder. a reminder that no, he's just overthinking, you're there, you're not leaving him. nothing can stop the flow of his thoughts like feeling you physically. his hands reach out to you after his darkest nightmares, and only then can wriothesley calm down.
his larger frame wraps around you when he comes home late, too stressed from work- his only remedy caged in his arms now. wriothesley knows how to lie and how others can lie, thus wonders of words leave a doubt in his mind. but when he finally has you secured in his embrace, how can that not be real? you allow him so close to you, so intimate, you trust him and it almost drives wriothesley to tears when he thinks about it. you're there, he knows you're there when your arms creep up his back to return his hug, slowly patting him. there is peace and tranquility in moments like these, moments in which wriothesley is a little clingy.
wriothesley knows, but he also knows that there is no place he would rather be.
My sfw kissing headcanons for Gallagher request is so good! You're welcome! I'm glad because I have fallen for Gallagher π€ I love it especially Gallagher won't hide how much he loves kissing them in general π, he normally wakes up before them & watch them before kissing their cheek, he would hug them from behind while nuzzling against their neck when he found them in the kitchen, they would try to get away while giggling because of his stubble tickling them, he would be like a sad puppy when they told him that π₯Ί & kiss them instead π³, he loves kissing everywhere but his favourite is definitely their lips, he can suddenly decides to kiss them when they're just sitting with him, his kisses can be dry or messy sometimes π, his usual kiss is a peck & he would grin π seeing them smile, his tongue & teeth would be active when he's in the mood O///O, he would happily pull them to his lap & kiss everywhere he can reach π³, he finds it dumb that he has some instinct to protect so he would wrap his arms around them which I find it sweet π€, he prefers to kiss them while they're unaware because he absolutely loves their cute surprised expression O///O, they're probably unaware that he would be bashful if they did the same to him π€, them kissing him goodbye isn't enough for him so he would trap them with his body to steal more π, and he will kiss them whenever he can because he feels like he can only show how much he loves them through kissing them π₯Ή Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I request now? Only if you don't mind of course!
i'm glad you like it!! :) i also had fun writing it π
Sorry for disturbing you but I just wanted to clarify in my request! I sent in my request yesterday and your rules are available today! Can I request sfw kissing headcanons for Gallagher please?
thanks for asking & i love getting gallagher requests bc hes so <3 !!
how he kisses !
pairing : gallagher x reader
rating : fluff
wc : 350
tags : reader has no gender, gallagher is clingy, established relationship, lots of kissing, reader is implied to be smaller than gallagher in size, so in love it's sickening, very very slight angst at the end if you squint
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how gallagher kisses you.
i think gallagher wouldn't even try to hide just how much he likes kissing your lips. to be honest, he likes kissing you in general. he usually wakes up before you, admiring you for a moment before leaning down to leave a kiss on your cheek. he hugs you from behind when he finds you in the kitchen, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. you giggle and try to get out of his grasp, his stubble tickling you and he resembles a wet puppy when you tell him so. he pulls his head back to press a firm kiss there instead.
gallagher may like kissing you everywhere but your lips will always be his favorite. you're sitting together when all of a sudden he holds your jaw to turn you around and press his lips against yours. his kisses are sometimes dry and sometimes so messy that you want to punch him. the type depends on the setting, if it's just a normal kiss he will leave a quick peck and grin as he sees you smile, if he's more in the mood he's all tongue and teeth.
he likes to pull you into his lap and just kiss you all over your face, neck, hands, shoulders- anywhere he can place a kiss onto. he loves to have his arms wrap around you, some kind of primal instinct to protect you kicking in. he finds it stupid, really.
gallagher prefers to kiss you when you least expect it, the flushed and surprised expression on your face just so adorable. you might be unaware, but he turns into a needy mush in your hands if you do the same with him. you're kissing him goodbye and suddenly, one kiss is not near enough and he has you trapped in the cage of his build to steal more of those.
gallagher who feels like he can only show how much he loves you with his lips against yours.
that's why he will kiss you at every chance he gets.
How many characters can we request for headcanons? Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request if we can request more than one? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? What kinks would you accept for requests? Thank you in advance!
hello! thanks for asking :)
answers to most of your questions can be found here but i'll answer anyways ^^
Κ you can request as many characters as you like, i can't promise i'll write for all of them but i'll see what i can do :)
Κ yes, multifandom requests are ok !
Κ i can do the same prompt with multiple characters'!
Κ i won't post dark content here. ^^
Κ poly ships are ok to ask for, but i can't promise i'll write it :)
Κ au's are always fine ! most of my posts take place in modern au ^^
Κ any level of rating is ok, just make sure to clearly mention it when writing your request ! i can write nsfw, sfw, brief nsfw, suggestive, implied sex, etc.
Κ i don't really have limitations when it comes to kinks so try your luck !
pairings : nanami x reader, gepard x reader, artem wing x reader
rating : mature to explicit
wc : 1.4k
tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, lots of kissing, established relationship, creampie, kinda rough sex, desperation, size difference if you squint, just a quick drabble abt these men
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sexually reserved men who become feral once they get your consent.
he's a gentleman in every sense of the word. he holds doors for you, buys you flowers, remembers trivial details about you- the perfect man one could ever dream of. it's not a surprise he doesn't touch you often, he would hate to make you uncomfortable. even his touch is gentle, his large hand lingering on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd. tall, handsome, kind and strong- what more could you want from a man?
sexually reserved men who, at first, would never suggest intimacy. it's a gentlemanly act, but a result of his shyness at the same time. it's almost like he's refraining himself.
he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles as his eyes stare into yours, so soft. you feel how much he loves you by any and every action of his, how can a man be so perfect?
he excuses himself as he thinks you didn't notice the bulge in his pants nor the slight blush on his cheeks. it's frustrating at this point, why won't he just initiate something else instead of adjusting himself and pretending nothing is happening? you feel dared to make him come out of his shell, to finally do something out of his gentlemanly persona. well, it's not exactly a persona, he's really just that perfect. but you're almost sure there's also something else hiding beneath the waters.
his hand brushes against your knee as he drives, a fleeting touch, one hand firmly gripping the steering wheel when the other just shy of touching your leg. so you grab his hand and place it on top of your thigh, expecting him to blush and pull his hand back.
and he gulps and fucking squeezes the flesh. he runs his hand up and down on your thigh, like he was waiting for your sign to do so. no words are exchanged as his hands moves closer and closer to your core and returns to the base of your thigh once again. you clench your thighs together, not the type of touch you were expecting from your gentle boyfriend but one you were very welcoming of.
you should've guessed it was merely a starting point.
his touches only get more and more daring as time goes on. you give him an inch and he takes a mile. you two haven't discussed this subject openly at all, yet you both knew how his hands started reaching lower when they were on you, more free. you wwante even more.
so finally, when you told him that you wanted him to take you, he was not as surprised as you would expect him to be.
"i know," he says, his hands on each side of your hips as you were seated on his lap. his eyes stare into yours before giving in and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "and i want you too. i need you so bad-" his sharp breath hits your skin and you almost feel the inner conflict he has going on.
that's why you cup his cheeks and look into his eyes. "then take me. make me yours."
he wets his lips. "i'm afraid i won't be able to let you go if i do so."
when you respond by simply pressing your lips against his, it's like a switch has flipped. his hand comes up to grab the back of your head as he flips you over on the couch, your body trapped underneath his. his eyes are filed with passion and desperation as his lips claim yours with fervor, taking your breath away and making your hands cling onto the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer.
he parts away, breathless as he kisses you once again. you don't know when he takes you into his arms and when he drops you on his bed, too focused on his lips and touch to notice. "you're beautiful," he whispers as he unbuttons his shirt, eyes reveling in the sight of your disheveled hair and flushed state.
you truly were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
he's on top of you and his lips reunite with yours, shirt discarded on the floor before his hands tug onto your top, silently begging to get it out of the way. you let him do so, and his kisses trail down to your neck when he gets rid of the fabric. your hands grab his soft hair as he sucks on the sensitive skin, low moans escaping his lips from how much he wants to do this with you. the sounds you make goes straight down to his member.
soon, both of your clothes are discarded and his hand continues to fondle your breast, pinching and pulling the hardened bud between his digits while his mouth laches onto the other. he's gentle yet so rough at the same time, not giving you the time of the day to breathe. his mouth so wet and hot against your skin, he pulls away with a pop, panting as he, not even once, breaks eye contact with you.
his dick aches at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with slick and looking just so pretty in his ehes. he leans in, to your surprise, his tongue licking a wet stripe across your slit. he delves in, he may not be very experienced but he's quite the quick learner, memorizing every single sound you let out to his movements. he soon has you tugging on his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to your drenched cunt, riding out your orgasm in waves as he licks you through it. he grind his own bulge against the bed, chasing some friction on his needy cock.
sexually reserved men who are just so big and thick that you gasp at the sheer size of him when he takes the final layer off. your hand is not enough to accommodate his girth, and he's so hard since the visions he played in his mind were nothing compared to seeing your naked body. "i love you," you say as your arms wrap around his neck. he smiles against your lips and repeats the phrase before gently kissing you.
but you're not even sure if that thing can fit inside you.
that's why you're panting and moaning against his shoulder, his length sliding inside of you inch by inch. it's too much, you whimper, i can't take it.
sexually reserved men who whisper in your ear after leaving another mark on your neck, "you can. do it for me."
you sigh when you get used to his size filling your walls, every prominent vein you feel grazing against you, and he starts moving. he's so gentle at first.
yet that turns into relentless pounding with you screaming his name and grab onto him for dear life as he fucks you, drunk on the way your walls wrap around his dick and the way you call out to him, all thoughts about manners thrown out the window. he swallows your moans with his mouth against yours, kissing you as rough as he's having you.
sexually reserved men who grunt as he thrusts inside, even deeper than before with his long fingers rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as you start begging him. you don't even know what you're begging for, it just feels too good and you don't know what else to do besides to take whatever he's giving you.
he whispers in your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how well you take him and how good you are for him, his words filled with so much love, how he wanted to do this for so long. it doesn't take long for you to cum again, milking his cock as he speeds up, your added slick making it easier to slide in and out.
he was going to pull out before he hears your words telling him to fucking come inside, eyes snapping up in shock before shutting down as his cock completely disappears inside your cunt and he can't hold back anymore. you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up to the brim, so full and warm that you couldn't think of anything else for a moment.
sexually reserved men who immediately check up on you after the high wears off, asking if you're alright or if he had hurt you. you pant and tell him no, you're just too fucked out to talk.
only when he leans down to kiss you could you feel his still-hard dick press against your thigh.
i was wondering if you could write some wriothesley x chubby reader... insisting she's too heavy to sit on his face despite him urging her to do it and that it'll be fine,, eventually getting tired of her excuses and grabbing her thighs to pull her down onto his face
thanks for asking and tysm! wriothesley would def do that and he would beg you to sit on his face. also, honestly i think wriothesley is the type to prefer chubby and/or muscular bodies, he just views it as more meat for him to bite. he has a large body as well, so yeah.
pairing : wriothesley x chubby!reader
rating : explicit
wc : 850
warnings : reader is afab but no pronouns used, wriothesley calls reader "angel" and "doll", wriothesley is desperate, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, face sitting, oral (f receiving), wriothesley eats pussy like no other, slight dirty talk, i mean how can he talk much when his face is stuffed with pussy
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wriothesley who wants you to sit on his face, you who thinks you're too heavy for that. he begs to differ.
wriothesley who tells you that he wants you to sit on his face.
wriothesley who pouts for a moment when you tell him no. it's okay, really, he would never force you to do something you don't want to. he just doesn't understand what exactly makes you uncomfortable with the idea, and wriothesley is a curious man when it comes to you.
but come on, how could he know that you thought you'd be too heavy for him? for him, for wriothesley who could throw weights twice as heavy as you around with ease? and wasn't your thighs crushing his face and your pussy suffocating him the entire point?
wriothesley who mentions the idea again later on, and this time, you agree to do it. it'll be fine, you think, you'll just rest your weight on your legs and he will also get to have what he wants. if he had a tail, you know it'd be wagging behind his back by the way his smile widens.
wriothesley who's just thrilled to finally have you on top of him, your wet heat hovering above his face. his dick is aching in his pants, purposefully left clothed so he can feel how much it wants you.
wriothesley who looks up at you weirdly after a few seconds, and you think that's it. he regrets it all.
"you want me to starve here? come on, doll, sit, no backing down now." he grins, his breath hitting you from how close his face was to your cunt. his rough hands caress your plush thighs as he playfully bites the inside of your thighs, pressing a kiss right after, waiting for you to properly sit.
you gulp. "i am sitting though..?" you lower yourself a bit more, pretending like you're placing your entire weight on him. "is this better?"
"nah, not really, but..." his eyes now stare into yours in a more serious manner. were you uncomfortable with him? you seemed like you were in doubt. "love, if you don't want to, you don't have to, i'm not-"
"i-i want to, but..." he pauses for a moment as you part your lips, listening to what you have to say. "i can't just sit on you! i would...crush your face, probably."
wriothesley who raises his eyebrows at your words. "yeah?"
you want to escape his gaze yet his eyes hold you in like a prisoner.
wriothesley who listens to you babble about some nonsense. i'm too heavy, it'd be a turn off for you, it's embarrassing, blah, blah, blah.
wriothesley who takes it as a challenge and simply grabs your legs and pulls you onto his face with a shriek, your entire weight pressing down on him. your pussy is met with his eager mouth and your clit presses against the tip of his nose, making your legs go numb for a few moments. "w-wrio, you!" you call out, shy as his tongue delves between your folds to lap up your slick like it's the last thing he ever wants to taste. he groans against your cunt at your taste, the vibrations making you grab his hair and press yourself harder on his face.
he grins in response, your skin feeling every movement of his. he moans into your pussy when you tug on his hair, all your thoughts about insecurities thrown out the window with the way you push yourself down on him. his hands grab your thighs firmly, wrapping them around his head as he kept pressing you down on him. his tongue pushes in at your hole after sucking in your clit harshly, "mmh, so-" he mumbles, and you swear you see stars by the way the sound vibrates through your body, "so wet for me, doll-"
wriothesley whose dick throbs, stretching against the tight fabric of his undergarments, begging to fill you to the brim. his hips thrust into the air in want, in need, desperate for some friction as he feasted on you. he knows you're close as you start grinding against his mouth, his tongue thrusting in and out and licking your folds as his nose presses against your clit. his hold on your body was still firm as ever, only tightening as he gets more into it. he sucks in your clit as the waves of pleasure wash over your body and you cum on his face, his greedy mouth licking up everything he can.
he lifts his hands and you back up, checking to see if he was okay.
wriothesley who fucking smirks at you from below, breathless and half of his face drenched and glistening with your juices. "how unfortunate," he says as he pulls you down once again, "make sure to break my neck this time."
warnings : reader has no gender but is called "wife" once, not beta read, just a small drabble i made instead of studying, tooth-rotting fluff, reader can be considered a housewife or just leaves for work after nanami does, nanami being a sweetheart, teasing, reader is shorter than nanami
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husband!nanami who kisses you everyday before going to work. husband!nanami who, one day, deliberately doesn't.
husband!nanami who kisses you everyday just before he leaves the house. you make his tie, he puts on his suit jacket and takes his brief case. then he pulls you in for a kiss, a gentle hand on the back of your head and the other wrapping around the small of your back. it's such a simple gesture, really, one that never fails to make your heart flutter and his day better. he has a fond smile on his lips as he kisses you, if the man could, he would choose to stay at home by your side.
it all started when he noticed how you slightly lean in after he put on his shoes, it wasn't hard to see that you were simply expecting his usual goodbye kisses. so he happily obliged, pulling you in and pressing his soft lips against yours.
husband!nanami who saw it happen again the other day.
husband!nanami who tried to hide his smile whenever he saw you do it. your head tilting towards him with your eyes closed, which immediately resulted in him giving you a kiss. he didn't want you noticing this little act of yours that made him want to giggle like a highschool boy.
one day, husband!nanami who took his briefcase and turned around to leave for work, who pretended he didn't see your closed eyes, tilted face and the way you raised yourself on your tiptoes. husband!nanami who hides the incoming shit-eating grin with a stoic face.
"hm?" nanami turned to face you as you made a questioning sound, not understanding what's going on. he gritted his teeth trying not to smile, your dumbfounded face just so adorable that he wanted to squeeze your cheeks and pepper your face with kisses. you opened your eyes, blinking as you saw him look at you like you were acting weird. "kento?"
he turned his head toward outside as his hand went up to cover his face. you still couldn't make up what was happening as he tried to contain his laugh, quiet and endearing sounds escaping the man. "kento? are you okay?" he was still fighting a smile as he put down his briefcase and his hands reached out to cup your cheeks, eyes full of love and adoration as his lips found their place against yours.
husband!nanami who pulls back and then grabs his briefcase again. "see you, my love." he turns around to actually leave this time, closing the door behind him, leaving you in a blank state. you stood there for a few seconds, wondering, what just happened?
you didn't know what he had on his mind back there, neither did you know about the way he had a dazed smile on his face for the rest of the day. usually, no one would approach nanami, but if anyone came around and asked, "mr. nanami, are you alright? did something happen today?" he would answer them.