built upon the small things

rei | 22 | gnc | we are so back baby

[sakusasbadger]

naughty listed

pairing: lev haiba x f!reader, 18+

tags: holiday sex, porn without plot, dry humping, nudity, thigh riding, nipple play, dry nursing, slight hand kink, reader is briefly wearing a dress, implied piv sex, no beta we die like daichi, read at your own risk

wc: 865

a/n: this sample has been living in my head for about four years, happy to finally recreate it as best as possible. please enjoy!

Lev didn’t know what he did to deserve you.

What he did know, however, was that you were humping his clothed thigh, whimpering as you strove to get yourself off. 

He had zoned out for a moment before being sucked back into reality by your mewls. 

“Lev,” you panted, face hot, cunt hotter and dripping. He could feel your creamy slick awash on the material of his pants, starting to soak through to his skin. “Please touch me,” you begged.

Lev’s eyes widened. You were such a demanding brat sometimes it was easy to forget at your core you just wanted to be loved. 

His hands faltered as he raised his arms tentatively from where he was gripping the couch. It’s not that he didn’t want to touch you–he did, he wanted to dig his fingers into your cunt, to watch you throw your head back and writhe as he gently prodded your squishy walls, to feel you clench around him as he stroked your insides with his long, strong fingers. But on God, if he wasn’t about to bust his load in his pants just watching you: sweaty, the dress from the holiday party bunched around your hips, and your cheeky lace panties soaked from your effort and arousal. 

His chest pounded and his dick throbbed simultaneously. In the next heartbeat, he grabbed your wrists in one huge hand and yanked your arms over your head. The material of your dress bunched in his other hand and Lev deftly unclothed you in one swift move, the soft fabric landing on the floor soundlessly. His eyes roamed your bare body, clad only in those red panties–dammit, he knew they would match your dress. 

Even though you were sitting on him, the enormous man still had to lean down to take your nipple into his mouth. Cupping your breasts in his hands, he kneaded and squeezed as he proceeded to suck on your tits, gently mouthing at your nipples first, then kissing and biting around your areolas, moving his face to the valley of your sternum and then repeating his affections on your other breast. His ministrations quickly turned more forceful and you let out a dry “AH–” as he dry nursed your right breast intensely while pinching the left nipple harshly. 

Lev bit back a smile at your gasps and moans. You were still grinding against his leg and he could smell the musk of your natural scent now. He wanted to feel that wetness against his skin. Releasing your tit with a loud pop, Lev hurriedly undid his slacks.

You grabbed his shoulders as you half stood briefly, and in that moment he yanked your panties down to your ankles and you had only time to kick them off on one side before he thrusted off the couch to slide his pants down to where you had straddled him. Before you could react, he pulled you closer as he fell back to the couch, settling you right over where his cock tented his boxer briefs.

You shot him a glare and gave a pouty huff as you felt him at full mast, throbbing beneath you. Lev chuckled and your heart melted out of your pussy. Instinctively, you ground yourself into him, but once again his strong hands were on your hips, keeping you from further seeking the pleasure you so craved. 

“I’m getting you off tonight, demanding woman!”

Your eyes widened as he pushed you backward onto his thigh. 

“Ride me, I promise I’ll make it worth it.” His expression softened and he stroked your hair, pressing his forehead to yours. 

You frowned and huffed again, but couldn’t deny your excitement at the suspense of what he had planned. 

The haze of pleasure fell over your brain again as you worked your vulva over his now bare thigh. The texture of his high quality slacks was nice, but the warmth of his skin was even better. 

Lev flexed his leg to bounce you up and down gently, which added to the sensation. One hand gripped one of your plush hips while the other held your neck. His hands were large enough that his forefingers could hold your waist while his thumb dipped down to circle your clit. The grip on your neck tightened as you leaned back from the stimulation, grinding yourself harder into his muscular quad. Lev knew from the tension in your neck and the slick gushing out of you that you were on the precipice, and the hand on your neck moved to palm your breasts again.

You cried out weakly as Lev ducked his head forward to pull your right nipple into his mouth again. The combination of his muscular leg on your folds, his thumb on your clit, a hand on your breast and his mouth on your nipple was enough to send you over the edge. Lev sped up the circles his thumb was tracing on your clit. He knew your walls were fluttering around nothing and he choked back a groan at the thought of how good you were going to feel when he finally sunk his cock into you. Riling you up was always worth it. 

closing remarks: happy new year :)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[geminiagentgreen]

[system-a-naturae]

[silbervvind]

[sodaneko]

being the JVA marketing girlie and telling 40-something kuroo "careful, old man, you're gonna get yourself hurt moving around like that" when filming a promo video; only to find yourself folded over his desk, your tights ripped and your panties dangling uselessly from your ankle, his big hand wrapped around your other ankle as he shows you just how good this "old man" can still fuck you without breaking a hip

(he won't admit that his knees did hurt afterwards, but that was on him for putting you into mating press.)

[kosmogrl]

september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together

[kosmogrl]

in november I'm getting my shit together

[lengthy-artery]

ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reeses to pieces

[hollowedskin]

And sluts to sluts.

[arsnof]

amen

[ottocre]

    kita never planned on showing up on your front door in the pouring rain. and he never planned to be kneeled before you with a ring box in his hand, the other trembling as it pulls the lid up. dirt cakes his boots and jeans, streaks wiped against his flannel shirt and cheek. beads of sweat beneath his hat escape the rain, covering his hair that he shows after quickly throwing his hat to the side. 

  he had planned on proposal, it had been on his mind since he first met you. just not like this. not while you’re standing in the door frame, light seeping out onto the wooden porch. you’re wearing a pair of his old pajama pants, tattered but still his. hand pressed against your mouth as he stumbles out a few words about love and commitment.

  kita had a whole speech planned, preparing to take you out to a lake that you love, having a picnic with your ring in a decorative box. instead, he’s blabbering about how he’s always known, how he’s always loved you. that dating you was everything he was meant to do, how the ring box was his mother’s because the other hadn’t come in yet. just trying to fill the space as you continue to stand, shocked. 

  he finally grabs one of your hands, gently pulling it towards him. “say something hun,” kita’s calloused palms bring you back to the moment, the roughness of his exterior softening the longer you stare back at him.

  “it’s beautiful, of course i’d marry you,” you glance at the ring, only to bring your gaze back to him. your hand lowers to run through his hair, lightly grabbing the hair on the nape of his neck. 

  “well, you nearly gave me a heart attack for being so sure,” he manages to laugh out, freeing the ring from the box, slowly pushing it up your finger as he gives you a kiss on the lips.

  kita hadn’t meant to spend the rest of the evening at your place. he had meant for the kiss to be a soft, quick one. but he couldn’t help but pull you closer to him, spelling the dirt and the cologne that he wears to hide to the smell. he hadn’t meant to place kisses on your neck and collarbone, or to carry you through the doorway, but oh how he did love it. 

[shigayokagayama]

sad to learn that pumpkin patches arent really a thing in japan but overjoyed to learn that corn mazes are because the idea of reigen taking the kids to a corn maze either for an exorcism or just to let loose, not letting them cheat by flying, getting comically lost, and then having dimple fly up to scout and losing his shit upon the realization that the maze is actively impossible

[mattsundaes]

“Saw you over there talking to Icy Hot,” Bakugou mutters around his drink when you slip back into the seat beside him, his voice low amongst the din of the gala.

Bringing your own glass to your lips, you raise a brow. “You’re observant.”

He flips a sugar packet between his fingers, shrugging. “Just seeing if you’re leaving me for the number two pretty boy hero.”

You turn to him, legs crossed, one bare knee showing through the slit in your dress. “I thought you didn’t want a PR manager anyway.”

Bakugou gaze starts near the floor, and as he drags it upward, he’s not quick enough to hide the way it briefly lags on your legs before flicking to your eyes.

“I don’t need one,” he mutters, annoyed as he glances across the room toward where you know Todoroki is standing amongst a gathered crowd. “But having you around is nice. I guess.”

You blink at him several times, at the honesty in his gravelly tone.

And then he adds, a little bitter—

“Do what you want though. Fuck if I care.”

He lifts his glass, and you see an agent you vaguely recognizing waving to get your attention out of the corner of your eye.

You stand, fingers gently coming to rest on Bakugou’s bicep as you lean in and murmur, “Why would I need to do that when I get to boss around the number one pretty boy hero every day?”

Bakugou chokes on his drink as you walk away.

[sakusasbadger]

[glumdelay]

art trade - vampire crowley and priest/hunter aziraphale 🦇🧛‍♂️🩸

[brawngp2009]

give a woman some guy and she'll be entertained for a day. teach a woman how to put some guy in situations and she'll be entertained for the rest of her life.

[newporters]

oh waiterrrr more posts like these please!

[newporters]

[newporters]

[battle-for-dyke-island]

@i-suggest-aro

[i-suggest-aro]

i have a suggestion!

[wordfather]

(flirting) you're beautiful btw. im going to piss you off on purpose

[infectiouspiss]

she suck me in ways that some are describing as 'orwellian' or 'jesus christ dude go to the hospital'

[infectiouspiss]

i just realised i messed up i meant to say 'lovecraftian' she's not sucking me surveillance state style she's sucking me scary incomprehensible horror style she's doing horrible things to my penis be scared

[singing-bowl]

thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight

[kurorotic]

omi with the ultimate 'fuck off' aura, even with his adoring fans who swoon when he scowls at them. newer journalists are kinda scared of him, his kouhai are very intimidated by his existence.

but then there's atsumu.

the change in his mood is like whiplash when atsumu walks into the room and those dark eyes soften. there's probably a cute smile under his mask as well. and when atsumu's searching eyes find him? ohhh.

you ever see a man with permanent rbf so needy to hug his boyfriend? even though they've been apart for idk, thirty minutes?

atsumu hooks a finger in kiyoomi's mask to tug it down so he can drop a sweet kiss on his lips and omi's hands grasp his biceps.

you can literally see the fuckin flowers and sparkles around those two, the hearts in omi's eyes as atsumu talks in whispers with him.

its sickening to those who are longing for a partner in their lives.

and when atsumu takes omi's hand and leads them off elsewhere, all of kiyoomi's attention is on his man. his love. his soulmate.

he's obsessed and /only/ atsumu gets to flip his switch like that… oh to have the privilege…

inspired by

[smoqueen-deactivated20251108]

im not horny it’s something else entirely. really wish there was a word for it

[smoqueen-deactivated20251108]

i think i just want to run. Like i just want to run

[currymaker]

im starting to think small breasts glasses girl should kill them all