#dadaman

[yummydummyangel]

Put me in a headlock puhhheasddedded daddy

[submissivelittlebella]

WE are cracking higuruma😭😭😭😭😭😭

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[rafegf-real]

higuruma hiromi is the type of man who…

• carries guilt like it’s his winter coat. never takes it off. even when he’s holding you from behind in the kitchen at 2 a.m., chin hooked over your shoulder, breathing slow against your neck, you can still feel the weight pressing on his ribs. he thinks if he lets go of it for even a second the whole world will notice he’s not allowed to be happy.

• has the longest fingers you’ve ever seen and he knows exactly what to do with them. not even in a sexy way at first—just absentmindedly tracing the inside of your wrist while you’re both pretending to watch a movie. then one day he notices your breathing change and suddenly those fingers are around your throat, not tight, just resting, like he’s checking your pulse to make sure you’re still real.

• calls you by your full government name when he’s trying not to cry. “come here, [your name].” voice low, cracking at the edges. it’s never casual. it’s always when he’s standing in the doorway after a long case or a worse mission, suit jacket still on, tie undone, looking at you like you’re the only verdict he’s ever wanted to win.

• has a secret folder on his phone labeled “evidence” that’s just pictures of you sleeping. your mouth open. drool on the pillow. bonnet half-off. he scrolls through it on the train when he’s feeling particularly hollow. never shows you. never deletes one.

• gets mean when he’s horny. not cruel—mean. the kind of mean that makes your thighs shake before he’s even touched you. “you think you can walk around in my shirt with nothing underneath and i’m just gonna behave?” voice so low it vibrates in your chest. next thing you know he’s got your wrists pinned above your head with one hand and the other is already three fingers deep, curling slow while he whispers every filthy thing he’s been holding back all day.

• loves when you choke him. not lightly. hard. your smaller hands wrapped around his throat while you ride him, nails biting skin, his adam’s apple bobbing under your palms. his eyes roll back and the most broken, pathetic moan rips out of him—like all the guilt and shame finally has somewhere to go. after he’ll kiss your knuckles like they’re holy.

• leaves legal books open on the nightstand with little sticky notes inside. half of them are actual case thoughts. the other half just say things like “don’t forget to kiss her forehead when she wakes up” or “tell her she’s beautiful even when she’s mean about it.”

• has the most pathetic praise kink once you get him vulnerable. call him “my good boy” while he’s buried inside you and he’ll whimper into your neck and cum so hard his hips stutter for a full ten seconds. he’ll pretend he didn’t but the blush on his ears lasts for days.

• keeps your hair ties on his nightstand like they’re evidence he has to preserve. sometimes he’ll slip one onto his wrist under his suit cuff before court. no one knows. he just likes feeling something soft against his skin when everything else is sharp.

• after really bad cases he doesn’t want sex—he wants to be held like he’s small. head on your chest, your fingers carding through his hair, your heartbeat under his ear. he’ll whisper “don’t let go” so quietly you almost miss it. you never do.

• when he finally says “i love you” it’s not during sex or some romantic dinner. it’s at 6:47 a.m. on a random tuesday. you’re stealing his coffee. he’s still half asleep. he just looks at you over the rim of his mug and goes “i love you.” like it’s a fact he’s been waiting to submit into evidence. then he goes back to reading the newspaper like he didn’t just change your entire life.

reblog if higuruma could choke you with his tie and you’d thank him 🖤

[pwettiestd0ll]

yes dada i wanna be babied and called princess

[strawberrycherrycola]

Hung smile

[radicaltiod]

"i can't hear you.."

about: toji reeaalllyy likes to hear you moan.

cw: reader gets called a bitch, fingering, tojis a lil yearner for your sweet noises, calling toji daddy.., doggy, big zick toji, oral (f! receiving), handjob, reader squirts, toji cums in you.

wc: 1483

toji loves the way you sound. he loves to finger you so he can focus on your pretty moans and whines. “awe pretty baby, louder hah.. i can’t hear you~” fingers ramming into you, pressing into your sweet spot over and over. you're clutching his arm that's jerking back n forth, pressing your face into it in an attempt to take what he’s giving you. you are literally already SO loud, that's how you know he’s bullshitting. that's how you realize how much he loves your pretty pipes. he lets out a throaty groan when he feels your teeth sink into his beefy bicep, god the sight of you having to bite down on him is so sexy and its got him harder than diamonds. but he wants to ruin you. he wants you screaming and crying. he slightly shifts his technique inside your drooling pussy, fingers going from slamming into your gspot, to grinding deep into your gspot, curling up just right, “cmoncmoncmon” his deep ass sexy ass panty drenching ass voice chants lowly into your ear, yearning to hear you. you feel your tummy churning in intense pleasure and that's it. your teeth unwillingly unlatch from his strong arm and your mouth drops widee open. “thassit— attagirl! fuckin sing fer me. fuck..” 

you start trying to take it away from him, to tease him. of course that doesn’t work very well. strong hands gripping your tight arched body thats rising against the backseat he’s got you pressed into. each powerful thrust he feeds you is threatening a loud sound out of you. however, you use every ounce of your strength to keep the sounds to a minimum. and by minimum its a, “hic! — umph mmmfuc—nngh…ah! tsssah”. toji slows his hips in annoyance. big rough hands yank your hips back onto his dick one last time before he stills, “fuck me. cmon. move it—selfish ass bitch..”. your eyes fly open as you press your knees down to the seat, giving yourself the pressure needed to slam your pussy on him the best you can. toji grips your ankle in his huge hand that completely wraps all the way around it and tightens. his other hand rubbing the stubble growing on his jaw, eyes boringly watching you pathetically fuck yourself onto his thick cock. you lift urself up by your arms to give yourself more strength to do what he asked of you, not wanting to piss him off even more. but…your visibly struggling. and as much as you don’t want to, you start to whine, pussy aching for him to go back to dicking you good. the sound of your whine hitting tojis ears immediately pisses him off, “uh uh, clearly you didn’t like when i was fucking you, so do it yer self.”. “mmnn t—tojiiii pleasseee im sorrryy daddy…” his large overbearing frame leans over your back, lips right by your ear, hands and hips still refusing to help you. “what was that? say that again?” your pussy clenching at the warmth of his breath against your ear and the heat of his body above your body, dick still keeping you stretched, strong hand gripping your ankle so tight it feels like it might break! “’said im sorry daddy..”, your soft little hand reaching behind you and resting it on his handsome face, looking back at him with those fuck me eyes that win him over every time, “i w—wanna be loud for youu, please help me be loud for you..” hot pussy still dripping down your thighs, squeezing onto his fat dick. he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, his other hand dropping your ankle (your now numb foot flopping onto the seat) and grabbing your face roughly with a harsh tsk!, all 8 inches of hard meaty dick suddenly punched completely inside you, buried to the hilt in less than half a second. the most pornographic cock drunk moan escaping from deep in your gut, thru your panicked chest, and flies out your tight pretty throat. the sound instantly makes tojis balls tighten, the intensity of the affect the noise had on him makes him let out a breathy laugh (to keep him from busing waayyy to quick in your pussy). “thereee we go, there’s my girl—missed you baby. you better fucking keep that up so i can get your pretty womb full of me hehe..”

he’s eating you out everywhere he can, every chance he gets. you're washing the dishes? suddenly he’s on his knees behind you devouring your sweet sweet pussy, “jus keep cleanin girl mmch..”. dick hardening below you at the sound of your overwhelmed whines from trying to wash the dishes and tolerate his skilled tongue. you doing the laundry? now you're on top of the washing machine, lets pressed wide open by tojis strong hands, mouth latching onto your clit, eyes staring you down while your grinding your pussy into his face, both hands on the back of his head, pulling his mouth deeper onto your clit, your biting your lip so hard it might bleed. once you somehow manage a leg around his head and hold his face into your pussy, your head is thrown back, mouth open, sounds flying out, moans bouncing off the laundry room walls. just like that his eyes are tightly squeezed shut. so focused on letting you grind and grip and and — “fuuuuck t—toji ohmygodohmygod im gunna fuckin cummmffhhh tsssah!!” thats what he does it for. right there. you feel vibrating into your pussy and if you listen closely, he’s damn near whining into your pussy at the way your belting right now. and he just adores the way you make sounds even when you're not the one receiving the pleasure. hand in his pants while he’s on the game, pulling his half hard (and still abnormally large) dick out. you're spitting and slobbering all over your hand and using your nasty slutty spit to jerk him off, dick rock hard in 3 seconds flat. “damn s’like that baby? such a whore for this dick huh?” you nod your horny head, “heh, okay do your worst baby”. he’s got the controller right above his abs, fingers flying over all the buttons, eyes glued to the screen, ignoring his pretty baby and letting you do your thing. you're talking to him just a little bit, telling him things like “damn nice shot baby,” and “does that feel good daddy?”, it's not an issue at first, he’s answering you no problem. “thank you sweet thing, fuckers’ not on my level….” and “yeah.. doing real good for me, sexy”. until you sit your pussy on the heel on your foot. not grinding or anything, just feeling the pressure on your clit from your weight pressing you down onto your hard heel. you start to feel those precious moans coming from out of you while you jerk him. suddenly it's not so easy to focus on the game anymore. you're in his ear, softly moaning little whines, “i love youu toji..l—love your dick baby..” he’s off the game just like that. there’s no way in hell he can fucking focus on that shit anymore. he’s saving his game, exiting to lobby, shutting everything down. you're watching his face shift from being locked in to the game to absolutely giving up on that shit. “w-whats wrong ‘ji?” “on your knees.”

now speaking of you talking and moaning, that leads to the next point. toji LOVES forcing you to talk while your moaning. giant rough hand gripping your fucked out face. tojis forehead pressed against yours, eyes staring into yours thats are twitching, crossing, and rolling all at once. his hips grinding and slamming his cock into your tight heat, “tell me tssss fuck—tell me how it feels doll”. you guys don't do missionary often but when you do god damn its undefeated. it's so personal and intimate. toji isn’t like his usual self when he’s fucking you face to face. he’s completely smitten, every sound you make has him thinking of all the ways he’s gonna marry you, get you pregnant, kill for you, die for you. “please..talk to me baby.” god he’s so close, he wants to cum so bad but he needs to hear you talk. he needs to hear that struggle. that inability to form correct thoughts and sentences, all because of him. “it’s—ohmy...its so..sshiiii—i canticcanntt nghhfuckk hic! huc! pleasepleaseplease im gonna mmake a m—mess ah!” it's over, “uhhhcc fuck..imgonnafuckingcum takeittakeit!” and a mess you made indeed. a mess you both made. your mess is a splash of squirts all over his abs and thighs, his mess floods your womb and spills out down between your ass. you're borderline passed out and he’s breathing so hard he think he might die.

and one day, your sounds might literally be the death of him.

a/n: thought of this cuz im loud asf and cant help it.😜 emoji in the comments if u relate!! i proofread this like thrice but ik imma reread this later and see hella impurities smh..

dividers: saradika-graphics , cafekitsune

thank u for reading!

[tlcfrmmike]

dada jaafar in japan 🥺🤍

[miyyukii]

i just realized that like… NOBODY writes smut about ichigo from bleach… like guys he has potential i swear…