Nanami as your bf ༊*·˚

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boyfriend!nanami that…

sub! virgin! armin x dom! reader.

summary: armin figured out he wants to be dommed whilst watching an erotic film with reader. she fucks him when she finds out.

cw/ smut obviously, reader is a woman, fluff if you squint at the end, dom reader, kissing, armin likes playing w boobs and having his boobs played with, virgin armin, they watch a sex scene together and things escalate, reader is a bit mean and confident, degrading, praise, pet names.

wc: 1824

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the man on the tv whimpered as the woman on top of him slapped him harshly, grabbing onto his face and whispering dirty words into his ear.

as much as he wanted to, armin couldn’t tear his gaze away from the screen.

in the past, he’s tried oh so hard to get an erection from the porn he’d watched on his phone, but it was all the same.

a man fucking a submissive woman blah blah blah.

he’d searched everywhere to find something he enjoyed, so that he was prepared in the future when he had sex for the first time.

with his lack of experience, he was scared he wasn’t going to enjoy himself, so he tried his best to find what turned him on, so that he could figure out what to expect.

you and armin had been friends since the beginning of college. you had met during your english class you shared and really hit it off. you had everything in common, except your personalities.

armin was timid and preferred to stick inside with his close group of friends, however you were confident and loud and enjoyed going out.

he liked this difference between you two. you brought out the hidden confidence in him buried inside and made him dare to try more risky activities just from a flash of your compelling smile.

he couldn’t deny his attraction towards you, you were perfect and so hot.

the screen flashes as the moans grew louder. you seemed unfazed at the sight before you, as if the erotic nature of the film was something you were used to.

he wished he could say the same, but as his dick grew larger at the sight of the handcuffed man whimpering and pleading under the merciless woman.

he begged and moaned for release, sending heat straight to armin’s dick which he longed to free.

he’d never been so hard in his life so when he tugs the blanket you shared over his lap in an attempt to cover up, you looked at him with a smirk on the corner of your lips.

of course you had already seen the hardness of his cock, it was practically screaming at you.

so this is what he likes? you could so get behind that.

you’d be dreaming about armin for months. his soft skin and precious lips, you yearned to have them placed against yours as you fucked him into nonexistence.

you shift your body slightly, twisting around and moving closer to armin and resting your head on his shoulder. the close proximity resulted in armin tensing up as you draw circles on his knee.

he moves his head back slightly, turning his head to meet your eyes which were already on his face. heat rushed to his cheeks as he continued to look at the tv out of embarrassment.

“something wrong, armin?” you asked, seemingly innocently, but armin could see the hidden mischief behind your eyes.

your hand crawled further up his leg, until you were millimetres away from his burning erection. your thumb swiped slowly on his thigh as his breath began quickening.

what was he gonna do? you were seconds away from finding out he got hard from watching a man be dominated on tv! oh you’re gonna be so weirded out-

“you don’t have to hide it from me, ‘min,” you said with an alluring grin on your sweet face. “i’m not gonna judge you, baby. after all, you should feel how fucking wet i am.”

your eyes pierced through his, causing him to gasp as his cock twitched in his sweats.

“cmon baby, show me that pretty dick of yours. i know you’re itching to free it sweetheart”

armin felt flustered as your hand slip underneath the blanket. how on earth did you know?

he wanted you so badly to touch him, but he just didn’t know how to tell you. so when you asked him with an endearing look in your eyes “can i touch you, baby?”, he nodded with such ferocity he felt his head would come off.

you grinned devilishly at his eagerness. “what if i kissed you?” you murmured against his lips.

“i-i- i don’t-“ he wanted to scream yes, but the words wouldn’t come out his mouth.

“what? you dont want me to kiss you? speak clearly armin.” you asked with a frown.

“n-no! that’s not it!” he stuttered. “please! i need you to kiss me” he whispered the last half out.

“good boy.” you said as you brought your lips together. a moan slipped out his mouth as you slid your hand on top of his raging boner.

you slipped your tongue into his mouth as he ground his dick on your hand. he moaned lewdly as you sucked on his tounge.

he pulled away to breath, still not believing what was happening. the moans on the tv grew louder, in sync with armin’s raising voice.

you placed your lips on his neck and pulled down his sweats. “no underwear? did you know i’d end up fucking you tonight? dirty slut.” you places your hand on his pretty pink cock and slid it up and down gently; barely any friction.

his eyes widened as the insult slipped past your usual kind lips, however, your words just went straight to his dick and he whimpered and begged whilst grinding up harder on your hand.

“i- i need more.” he said with the little confidence he had. your eyebrow raised as you tore your gaze from his leaking cock.

“more? you don’t think this is enough? greedy boy. why should i give you more, huh? i’m touching you aren’t i?” armin continued pleading, whispering words about how he’s been so, so good and deserves it and how needy he is for your touch. “tell me, ‘min, is this your first time? have you ever been touched like this before?” you stroked his cock slowly and gently.

he wasn’t expecting you to ask such things. he stuttered on his words, unsure of how you’d react to finding out he was a virgin.

“so you are a virgin? there’s no need to be ashamed, sweet boy. i’ll fuck you nice and good, you’re all mine now, baby. promise me this slutty cock wont touch another woman?” you gripped his dick tighter to punctuate your mean words.

“i- i promise! please just use me, touch me! do anything please, i promise i wont fuck anyone but you! i need your touch…” he whined, back arching.

satisfied with his answer, you pulled away, and just before he was about to complain, you demanded, “take your shirt off and the rest of your clothes. now.”

he pulled the blanket off his knees, it now lay on the ground, and tugged his sweats off the rest of the way. he finished by pulling his shirt off, causing his hair to ruffle.

you did the same, you pulled of all your clothes and your underwear, so that you both were bare under each other’s gaze.

armin gulped as he saw how wet your pussy was. you grabbed his chin and brought your mouth to his ear, nibbling slightly before saying, “eyes up on mine, armin”

you encased him between your arms as you planted both your hands on the arm rest, trapping his head.

he brought his knee up between your thighs, earning him a quick smile as you began grinding your soaking pussy on his knee, never breaking the eye contact you held.

you moaned softly and armin smiled whilst you bit your lip.

“you’ve been such a good boy for me, ‘min, yeah? you want a reward? want me to fuck you?” his eyes beamed and chants of pleas and yeses fell out his mouth.

you grabbed armin’s dick firmly and hovered over it, lowering your hips down to meet your sopping hole with his erection. armin bit his lip in suspense and excitement.

his first time got to be with you. he was the luckiest man on the planet.

you both moaned in unison as armin’s lengthy cock entered you. “shit- you’re so big, ‘min. gonna fuck me full, huh? fuck yes-“

his dick twitched inside you as you praised and complimented him.

as you got used to his length, you began to move your hips slowly, causing him to hiss in delight.

your cunt grew more needy for armin so you sped up your movements until you were bouncing swiftly on his lap, pulling his head back by his hair and moaning uncaringly loud with your head thrown back.

armin lifted his head up to meet your neck, his gaze slid down to your breasts bouncing along with your hips. his hands slid upwards along your smooth skin until he reached your pretty tits. he squeezed your skin and pinched your nipples, mesmerised by the sight in front of him.

you noticed armin’s infatuation with your tits and wondered how he’d react if you slid your hands down his back and around his torso to play with his nipples-

“aghh! nghhh-“ his hands which were palming at your tits, now grabbed on yours which were playing with his.

fuck he felt like he was about to explode.

“i- i’m gonna c-cum. please!”

“shit, armin. can you hold on a little longer for me, baby?”

he whined as he threw his head back. you tore one of your hands away from playing with armin’s pretty nipples, and instead grabbed his hand and led him towards your throbbing clit.

he hesitated a moment before moving his thumb. you swore at the contact, causing armin’s eyes to widen. he wanted to make you feel good. wanted to make you cum.

he applied more pressure and speed, your head fell onto his shoulder so you sucked and bit on his neck, bringing the hand that was guiding armin’s back to his nipple.

armin couldn’t hold it any longer. the feeling of you bouncing on his dick, playing with both his nipples and moaning and kissing against his neck was too much.

“i can’t hold it in-“

“cum for me, baby” you panted.

thats all he needed to hear in order for him to release his heavy load inside you.

seconds after, with the combined feeling of armin rubbing your clit and his pretty cock hitting your g spot, you folded and came hard on his dick.

armin whined and cried as you tightened around him and your grip on his tits hardened.

you places your forehead against his, and breathed slowly.

his dick still rested inside of you as he asked, “does- does this mean you like me? or was this just…”

you smiled slightly. “‘min, you caught my eye the second i saw you. of course i like you.”

you slipped off him carefully, both of you winced. you were just about to get off him and clean yourselves up when armin’s head collapsed on your shoulder. before dozing off he whispered, “i like you too”

thought about fwb gojo today….

tw: fwb, light angst, smut

“what?” satoru asks on a ragged inhale.

you’re running your fingers through his hair, straddling his lap with your face hovering above his. you’re been watching his expression, running your fingers from his temple around to the back of his head while he slowly fucks his hips up into you.

satoru’s eyes search yours, his palms flat against your back as he holds your chest to him. they roam languidly as if he were trying to collect your skin in his palm, sweeping gently across the slope of your back.

“nothing.” you shake your head, lowering your lips back down to his.

satoru tilts his chin up to meet you halfway, parting his lips when you tug on his hair so you can bully your way into his mouth. he groans deeply as you do, moving his hips in a slow circle.

this position is less about the feel of him inside of you, than it is the proximity. there are better positions for that. what you both like about this one is that you can pretend whatever this is is real while it happens. satoru likes the way he can guide his palms across your back and you like the way you can watch his eyes while you kiss him.

“satoru?” you breathe out. you only call him his first name in moments like these. he is gojo otherwise.

“hm?” he hums, working his mouth down your neck. the flat of his palms push you further into him. inescapable warmth radiates from where they touch.

“aren’t you gonna say it?”

he laughs into your collarbone like it’s funny. you feel heat gather on your cheeks as he smears his mouth across your collarbone. his hands never cease their roaming. they wander across your back, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“want me to?” you can hear the shake in his voice, the slight waver that shows the cracks in his cocky facade.

“mhm…” you respond, burying your face into his shoulder.

satoru takes a deep inhale, hands leaving warm streaks across your skin. you think that if you could look at the places he’s touched, they’d be rippling. you feel the way he places his nose and upper lip on your shoulder, his hands wrapping completely around you until they’re tickling your sides. he pulls you closer, like he needs to be steadied.

“i love you.” he breathes it into your being through your ear. you can hear the way the words lift him up on an exhale, filling him up and spilling him over.

satoru’s voice sounds breathless, like he’s mumbled it on a pleasure-soaked whim. it drips with sugar, like the taste of it is too sweet for satoru to bear alone. he’s so good at lying. it comes as naturally as his next exhale.

“I love you.” again, breathier still. his breath comes at even puffs by your ear—in and out, in and out.

satoru’s hands press into your lower back and he groans deeply by the shell of your ear. you feel the way the skin of his lips and body burn against you as you take his face between your palms to look at him.

his eyebrows are pinched together in the center, pulling upwards slightly in his pleasure. it looks good on him but he is melancholy to watch. it tastes bitter when your eyes meet his and you know that he tastes it too. the blurred lines between your hookups and real emotional connection, the sorry state of your emotions as you both willfully lie to each other. satoru lets his head fall forward so that he can glance between you and you busy yourself with pushing his head into your chest.

you always ask him for the same thing when you’re together and he obliges even though you’re not dating. tell me you love me.

𝐒𝐄𝐗, 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐃𝐈𝐄.

have a good day/night!!! hope u enjoyed 💕

Next Door

Being home from college means a lot of different things for different people. Some people hate it, missing the freedom that they had in college. Others love it, especially if they move a good distance away from their families. You fall somewhere in the middle. You still have your freedom, but you really don’t have anyone to enjoy that freedom with.

High school wasn’t your favorite phase of your life, but you were able to make friends that you’re still in contact with today. The problem was that they weren’t free to hang with. You tried to make plans with them right as school got out, but they quickly fell through, so you’re spending the beginning of your summer wondering how in the hell you’re going to pass the time.

With truly nothing else to do, you decide to unpack some of your stuff, and you push open the curtains covering your windows before opening them up. Opening up the last one, you realize that it’s the same window that faces Connie’s house. You falter a little bit in your movements as the memories flood back into your head.

You moved into the neighborhood right before you started third grade. You were upset and scared because you had no friends, and you were going to a new school. You remember the first time you opened the window, conveniently doing it at the same time as him. You were too nervous to say anything, but he gladly spoke up first, introducing himself.

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WARNINGS: bullet point format, fluff, gn!reader, modern au, established relationship, not proofread

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Levi looks the most at peace when he sleeps. When the worries of the world don't plague his mind, and when the wrinkle between his brows softens enough to offer a neutral, restful expression. His breathing is even, gradual like the way your gaze travels around his face in the dim light.

You rambled without even realizing he'd fallen asleep, on his side with his hand under his cheek. Too afraid to disturb him, you refrain from touching his face too much. Limited to the soft strokes through trusses of freshly washed hair. He likes to shower before bed, he sleeps better that way.

A brief huff leaves his lips, tucking his face further into his hand. You brush the hair from his eyes, and tuck it behind his ear.

"Mm," he murmurs, peeking an eye open at you. "You got quiet."

"I thought you fell asleep."

"'M awake, keep talking," he insists. "'S nice. Your voice is nice."

Your cheeks warm, it's not often he'll easily throw a compliment at you. He scoots closer, draping an arm over your waist. As though it'll keep you from drifting away.

"I sleep better when you're talking," he confesses in a cloud of exhaustion.

"I thought you were 'awake'?"

He smiles, eyes drooping shut as he surrenders to the beckoning of dreams. "For a bit."

You chuckle quietly, continuing the strokes in his hair as you picked up where you left off in those ramblings. He keeps his arm over you, nearly possessive with how the loose claw of his hand presses into your back.

And that serene aura washes over him again, like a gentle wave on a small, quiet lake. You admire it until your own fatigue takes over, gently coaxed into sleep as Levi pulls you ever so slightly to his chest, and plants the most careful of kisses to your temple.

Your boyfriend, Armin

Your sweet boyfriend, Armin, who still gets butterflies in his stomach at your touch.

Your loving boyfriend, Armin, who leaves you notes around the house. Little "i love you"'s and hearts-- hearts that he draws poorly, but it's the thought that counts.

Your good boyfriend, Armin, who reads to you before bed on bad nights. His gentle voice lulling you to sleep, words melting together until you're dreaming. He turns off the light on the nightstand, placing the book down. He doesnt need a lullaby, your warmth is enough. He scoots closer to you under thick blankets, arm around your waist pulling you into a spooning position. Sweeter than any dream.

thinking about jean kirstein and how pathetically romantic he is.

the way he admires your beauty as you rest peacefully next to him, head resting against his shoulder. the way you always have his full attention when you’re speaking to him. and the way he holds you oh-so-tenderly, fingers grazing along your skin, treating your body as if it was sculpted by the gods– and as far as he’s concerned, you were.

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toji doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

it was cute at first, he was big and thick and brutish and yet he clung to you like a magnet to steel. but the practicality of it was another story.

he'd keep you hugged to his chest through an entire movie despite you sweating from his stifling body heat, kiss you until you couldn't breathe while his hands lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, and despite your literal king sized bed, he chooses to fall asleep with his full weight on top of you, arms firmly wrapped around your waist making it impossible to wriggle from his grasp.

you groan as the rays of light peek through your blinds and illuminate the broad shoulders that block your line of sight.

"toji." you mutter, patting the familiar mass on top of you. he grunts and makes no effort to roll over to his side of the bed.

"toji, move i've gotta pee." you say, writhing against the mattress and attempting to shove him away. his sigh tickles the skin of your neck, but he relents and shifts to his side, allowing you to slide off of the bed and make a beeline to the bathroom.

after you've relieved yourself, you go through your skincare routine and load up your toothbrush with toothpaste. the flouride doesn't even get the chance to coat your enamel before the door’s opening and toji’s heavy footsteps hault behind you-- right behind you in fact, your back hitting his chest when you straighten up from rinsing your mouth. you don't acknowledge him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, continuing to brush your teeth. he pokes at your ribs, making you jolt and swat him away with your free hand.

all of 30 seconds later his large hands are snaking under your-- his overiszed shirt and pawing at your chest, his hoarse voice telling you to "come back t' bed."

"oh my god you child, can you gimme a second?" you garble through the foam in your mouth. his hands have slithered down to your hips by the time you've put your toothbrush back and given your mouth a final swish of water.

"okay, c'mon, i'm do--" your words are replaced by a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion. kicking your legs proves useless as one of his arms covers the back of your knees to lock them in place. you can't help but laugh when he slaps your ass that's perched on his shoulder.

"put me down you barbarian!" you shriek as he carries you back to the bedroom like a ragdoll, smirking and turning his head to sink his teeth into the meat of your thigh.

you're still laughing when he collapses onto the bed and hovers over you, using his arms to cage you in and spattering your face with kisses. he only stops his attack when you pull him in by the neck to connect your lips. it's sweet and chaste and has you sighing against him. he pulls away a fraction to meet your eyes, lids heavy as his words fan over your lips.

"wanna go back to sleep." he mutters.

you raise a brow at him. "okay?"

you're met with silience, verdant eyes boring into yours as his unsung request hangs in the air.

a scoff escapes you and you roll your eyes, opening your arms and gesturing for him to embrace you. his low hum of satisfaction vibrates through his chest and sinks into your skin, passes through flesh and bone and nestles into the beating muscle in your chest. his head finds its rightful place in the crook of your neck and your fingers toy with the silky hair at his nape.

maybe it's because you're so used to it, but you can't imagine life without your little routine. the comforting pressure from his body pressed into you, the subtle scent of rosewood that seems to be embeded into his skin, and the shallow puffs of air that skim your pulse as his breathing evens out, easing you into peaceful sleep.

its far from perfect, but it's yours, and you wouldn't change a thing. <3

9:09 pm ☆ nanami kento

you laid out in bed, stretching your limbs as you got ready to sleep. your head tilted to the side getting a nice view of your husband's ass. you chuckled to yourself as you imagined his reaction if you had got up and smacked it.

he would have stared at you with dull eyes though you could tell he was fairly surprised. "what did you do that for?" you smirked, "you have a nice ass."

mm no no that wouldn't happen.

nanami would be unphased by your actions because he's used to your behavior by now. you always had to either squeeze or smack his ass when you were passing by him. he expected this.

mmm thats possible but it would be such an unsatisfying reaction. considering your choices you decided to leave his ass alone for the night.

as nanami slipped off his work pants before sliding on his black pair of satin pajamas. oh he looks so fine. his backside still faced you. nanami's broad shoulders flexed ever so deliciously in the shirt. the black shirt hugging his muscles just so right. it wasn't squeezing them as if it was restricting but nicely enough to see the outline of the muscle under his shirt. the grip you had onto the sheets was deadly as you stared at the overwhelmingly attractive man in front of you. you hung your mouth open as he bent over to pick up whatever he had dropped. if nanami was even an inch closer to you, you would have devoured him then and there. he looked so good, how could you not?

the drool forming in your mouth dripped out causing you to quickly shut your mouth. "i'm guessing you like what you see considering you drooled onto the bed sheets." nanami chuckles as soon as you slapped a hand to your mouth. "you have a nice ass and muscles, how can i not?" the man in front of you quickly moved himself to be laying beside you. enveloping you in his arms, he kissed your lips as a smile formed. "i'm surprised you didn't smack this 'nice ass' when i was getting dressed."

"i really did want to but considering the two reactions i'd get out of you, i decided not to."

"what reactions?"

"either you would ask me why i smacked your nice ass in such a monotone voice or you would not even flinch because you are used to it."

"it would've been latter."

"yeah, of course it would be." you groaned rolling out of his arms. "what? do you want me to be like 'oh my!'" nanami's voice raised by two octaves made you burst out laughing. "you're so cute." the two of you held each other, kissing the night away. of course, when it came morning you would have smacked his ass twice as hard because you didn't get to the previous night. and as promised nanami so fakely reacted, before laughing into each other's arms.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Not to be wild or anything but Nanami would look so pretty with his wrists and ankles tied to your bedframe. It takes a lot of convincing to get him there, and he's so ready for you to have your way with him. So imagine his surprise when you sit down on a chair next to the bed, dildo in hand.

"Honey?" He asks quietly, watching you set yourself up all pretty. You don't answer him. You just begin to tease yourself with the silicone toy. It's not quite as big as Nanami, but it's close.

He watches, entranced by how you've seemingly perfected the movements of pleasuring yourself. It almost kind of annoys him how you don't even hesitate. You shouldn't need to do that anymore, not with him around, you should at least be a little rusty. But god do you look pretty.

He thinks at first that maybe you're preparing yourself for him. Making sure you're stretched out enough to take him. His cock grows hard hearing your quiet moans slip out under your breath, the volume increasing when your bring your other hand down to rub soft circles on your clit.

"Kento," you sigh dreamily, and his arms flex at the clench of his hands. "I need you to fuck me," you say.

"Come use me then," he responds. "I'm ready honey, come use me."

"Kento," you moan a little louder, "please, please fuck me."

He squirms on the bed, watching as you speed up the thrusts of your toy, in and out, in and out, almost hypnotically.

"Sweetheart please," he groans.

"Ohhhhhh, Kento please!" You give him the most beautiful, begging look he's seen, staring deep into his eyes. "I need you, please come fuck me!"

He pulls against the restraints, his cock flexing and bobbing needily against his stomach. A small river of precum dribbles down to the v line leading to his groin. He finally realizes what you're doing; torturing him, leaving him helpless while you beg for him right next to him.

"Honey. Darling. Please," he rasps out, but you continue to speed up your pace.

"I need it so bad, Ken," you whine. "Need your cock in me, please!"

He can hear how wet and sloppy your pussy is, he knows you're close by the way you're squirming in your seat. Your breathing is heavy, and he's sure his is the same.

"Darling, don't do this to me," he groans. "Please, just use me."

"Kento, Kento I'm gonna cum, need you to make me cum," you moan urgently. "Make me cum? Please?"

"I can't," he breathes, "you won't let me."

"Oh fuck! Fuck, Ken, fuck my pussy! Please!"

He's pulling hard against his restraints, watching you cum on your dildo, moaning like a whore. If he weren't near drooling with need he would acknowledge that you were definitely playing it up just to drive him crazy. And it was certainly working.

When you recover from your orgasm, you find Nanami staring at you, looking more fucked out than you do despite not being touched. He looks so pretty, his body on display and his cock making his happy trail shiny and messy with his pre. You slowly climb onto the bed, hovering over top of him so that you weren't touching him.

"Ken," you pout, "you didn't fuck me." You run your finger down the center of his chest. "Didn't make me cum. Why not?"

"Honey-" he croaks out. "You wouldn't let me."

"But I asked you to. Don't you want to make me cum?"

He closes his eyes as your finger trails down towards where the head of his cock is resting on his stomach, stoping just shy of the blushing, drooling tip. You lean down close to his face, breath fanning across his ear and whisper to him.

"Will you make it up to me honey?"

He nods quickly, letting out a throaty noise when your delicate hand wraps around his aching cock and lines it up with your entrance.

"'M gonna ride your cock until I feel like I've had enough orgasms, okay Ken? You okay with me using your cock until I feel ready to stop?"

"Yes," he rasps out, squirming as you rub his tip between your lips. "Yes honey."

"Good," you smile. You sink down onto his cock and already he's struggling to hold back an orgasm- the first of many, he's sure. "You're such a good husband, Kento."

nanamin doesn't talk about his love life or personal life that much to other people. he barely talked about you until you got engaged. from then on it was "the missus and i" "me and the missus" "well the missus thinks" like he's smitten, he's shocked you actually married him and he's been boasting about it ever since

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 (kento nanami x reader)

The morning feels cold, despite the humidity from the summer’s first heat wave wallowing outside. 

Nanami tries to convince himself that maybe he turned the air-conditioning up a bit too high before going to bed. That must be why he feels an uneasy chill crawling up his spine—not because of the argument the two of you had last night.

No, because of the air-conditioning. 

Nanami begrudgingly gets himself ready for work, alone, and it feels oh so wrong. 

Dabi x Reader-NSFW

Summary:You help your tired villan relax, just filth bassicly, a bit of fluff too,Dabi has sub energy don’t come @ me

pic credit: DEAR HUNTERS {from the pic/pls contact me if u want it down}

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You heard your front door open and slam shut, footsteps nearing your bedroom. You sigh to yourself grabbing the first aid kit from your drawer.

Your door swung open a sigh of relief escaping the man’s lips.

His shoulders seemingly relaxed as soon as he entered the safety of your bedroom. He kicked his shoes of carelessly, flopping onto the clean sheets.

“You’re not bleeding ?” You questioned in disbelief putting the bandaids back.

“Nah…Do I have to have a third degree burn or a sliced arm to come home to my girlfriend?”

His hand reached to tug your sleeve to pull you closer.

“You need a fucking bath” You comment trying your best to pull the man up but to no avail.

“It ain’t that bad doll, c'mooooon” He whined.

“Well I was gonna bathe with you but I guess I’ll just do it alone now” You mumbled freeing your arm from his grip, grinning to yourself, running to the bathroom.

“You know what, you’re right, I’m absolutely filthy, I can already see moss forming around my staples, quick we need to hurry!” He yelled behind you, already digging into your drawers to find his spare clothes.

You were already in the bathroom, water slowly filling up the tub. You threw in one of your more expansive bath bombs, waiting for it to slowly dissolve as the water filled up.

He quietly entered, watching you carefully as you poured in a bubbly soap, stirring the water up.

A small smile pulling at his lips, he took his clothes off, making his way to your form. His arms wrapped around you and you hummed as he buried his head in your neck.

“I was worried…” You mumbled, turning around in his arms.

“I know…I’m sorry, I won’t leave again.” You just nodded already knowing that that was probably a lie but you were content believing in it for a little while longer.

His hands found your shirt, pulling it up above your head revealing your beauty.

“Eyes up here mister, and the bath is ready, get in.” He huffed but got in nonetheless, leaving room for you as you took the remaining clothes off.

The warm water soothing his rough skin, he relaxed, welcoming you in his arms.

Your turned your chest to his, lathering your hands in soap.

You traced his abs and shoulders, rubbing the substance into his scarred skin.

His hands rested on your hips,  tracing gentle circles onto your flesh. Getting some soap into his hands he rushed to help you out.

“Turn around. Let me take care of you.”

He turned his back to you, leaning into your arms.

Your hands trailed low beneath the surface, scraping your nails over his thighs.

Your mouth latched at his neck, leaving soft kisses and tentative licks over his sensitive skin.

His breathing was hot and the problem arising was pretty evident as you traced your hands over his crotch.

He groaned gripping the edge of the tub.

God he missed you, and when he tried to do it himself it was never good enough.

Although he liked to take control most of the time, he enjoyed being taken care of and bossed around by you.

“Were you good?” You question teasing his tip with your index finger.

He nodded his head eagerly bucking into your hand.

The crazy thing was, he had your permission to have some flings if he wished, you knew his job was extremely stressful and you were ready to sacrifice that part of a relationship for his sake.

Yet he just couldn’t.

He couldn’t picture any other pair of hands on him.

He couldn’t picture any other pair of lips wrapped around his cock.

And he most certainly couldn’t imagine himself beneath any other girl walking this earth.

He turned his head to you , meeting your lips in a slow kiss, your hand now working his shaft at a steady pace.

His hands found your plush thigs, kneeding at your soft flesh, steading himself.

The taste of your lips was intoxicating, your tongue greedily pushing into his mouth as he tried to concentrate on anything else but the way you expertly pumped and pulled at his cock.

“You’re gonna make the water all filthy babe…What a shame…”

“You can’t help it though right?”

“Tell me. I know you’re already so close, I can feel you”

He bit his own lip, hoping that the slight pain will make him forget how good you’re making him feel.

Your other hand trailed from his abs, up to his shoulders and then to his neck pressing gently.

“Y/N slow down, I can’t-”

Your hand now moved even faster, your mouth to his ear as you moaned praises to him.

His hips trashed at an uncontrollable rhythm, making the water spill onto the tiles of your bathroom floor.

With one final tug you felt his cock pulse in continues spurts as he released into the water with a low groan.

Your hand left his neck, turning his head to connect your lips together.

You helped him ride his high out milking him until he was desperately trying to escape you, pleasure becoming almost painful.

His vision went white or maybe it was just the fog that formed in the room but nonetheless he fell into your awaiting arms, no strength to even consider getting up.

You rubbed soothing patterns into his thighs , kissing the skin of his shoulder blades.

The water was slowly cooling down so the desire to lay in bed and cuddle into your warmth was overpowering the thought of staying here any longer.

Once both of you dried yourselves with towels, you went back into your bedroom, tangling your naked bodies under the duvet.(and to think he actually prepared clothes for when he gets out)

“I left the League.”

He mumbled tiredly as you were on the edge of falling asleep.

Your eyes shot open, turning your head to see if he was actually just fucking with you.

“For real?”

“For real.”

You squished him in your arms,burying your face in his chest, tears of joy staining your cheeks.

Soon after he moved in with you for good.

He found a job he could do from home, helping you out with bills and everything else his new home needed.

And a few years later you had a husband.

Would you look at that.

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It Sounded Easier In My Head

Sub!Hawks | Keigo Takami x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Submissive / Dominant roles, Mommy Kink Ruts, Pillow Humping, Reader is mean

Word count: 3603

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Story notes: This story contains mommy kink, and very dominant and submissive roles. 

Chastity. Abstinence. 

These were words Keigo was familiar with. 

After all, he was already rather used to it due to his hectic work cycle. Some days he just can’t find time. Too tired, too busy. It was difficult enough squeezing in sex with you, a break from the madness he’d always be ready for. 

“How hard can it be?” Keigo plays with the string coming off the seam of your night shirt. “I know how to keep myself occupied. I’ll be good.” 

“You sure?” You ask, closing your book and placing it on the nightstand. “It’s big boy stuff, I don’t know if you can actually handle it.” 

He scoffs. “Oh, please. I’m a hero, dove, I’ve got the willpower of a… man.” 

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Okayy then, but you signed up for this. Once you’re in, you can’t back out. Breaking the rules has some… severe consequences, baby.” 

“I know,” he purrs. 

With that, you tug on the beaded string of the lamp and off the lights go. 

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