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hey guys. its been like 2 years. but what if i started this again and i wanted requests. WHAT THEN WHAT ABOUT THAT
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reflect on that.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ submissive keiji akaashi + dominant, gender neutral reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *
– warnings: top & dom reader, gender neutral reader, reader is kind of mean to keiji but they love him and take care of him, bottom & submissive keiji, keiji gives reader a blowjob but it’s not specified whether he’s sucking their dick or whether it’s a strap (both are described at one point, just fill it in for what you want). keiji leaves scratches on reader’s back, reader fucks keiji with their dick as a reward. keiji is called a whore. allusion to overstimulation. dialogue and build-up heavy.
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keiji always seemed to be busy. whether he was typing away on his laptop, finishing a final draft or answering emails from his phone, it seemed that he lived in front of screens.
and you’re not surprised that he wears glasses, you’re glad actually, because it means that he will (hopefully) no longer rub his poor, dry eyes and hold restaurant menus an inch from his face.
you’re also glad that he wears glasses because of something.. a little more selfish.
when keiji is quietly working during your time together, it’s easy to get jealous of the silly computer that seems to suck him in and take all of his time. so now, thanks to the glasses, you can see that yes, he’s actually working during this time and he’s not just ignoring you– all thanks to the reflection they provide.
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I think Eddie puts his hair up in a ponytail before he gives oral I also think he loves getting his hair pulled
gn reader + oral (reader receiving) + eddie munson (his anatomy is left ambiguous intentionally so u can imagine him however you'd like)
i think you’re right and i think he lets you braid his hair into two french braids as a way of coming closer together before you have sex. i think he takes intimacy really seriously with you because he wants to do it right and i think he wants the emotional intensity of it to build up and last. so he has you sit on the couch so he can sit on the floor between your legs and have you braid his hair and talk about how you want to be taken care of and so he can tell you how he wants to feel, too. i think it’s a warm up of sorts to bring you into the headspace of feeling good with him and taking care of each other (*u_u)
and i think that he'll turn around and kiss your knee when he thanks you for braiding his hair and he sheepishly admits that he's hard from it-- he never realized that you touching him would turn him on so much. when you offer to help him with that, he just says, "oh no, baby, I wanna.. I wanna make you feel good.. if that's okay."
and he's focused on your pleasure as he's doing it, so focused on your reactions and paying attention to your littlest twitches and movements. it's all about you right now, so he encourages you do as you please; whether that's humping into his mouth, moaning and crying out in pleasure, or twirling his braid around your fingers and-- tugging on it. you've never done that before-- and the hand eddie has shoved down his jeans with trembles at the feeling of you pulling on his braided cord, and it all happens so quickly that eddie can't even stop himself from cumming in his pants from the overwhelming pleasure you give him from letting him taste you and pulling on his hair as a reward. he moans into your sex as he cums hard, and he keeps fucking himself with his hand as he does his best to bring you to your peak.
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something i like? hm. maybe praise kink? being called a good/pretty boy by kita?
it doesn't have to be this tho! just write what you feel like writing!! ur very nice ☺️
thank u for requesting!! i’m so sorry this took so long but i hope you like it <333
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description: ftm reader + dilf ftm kita + thigh riding + praise kink
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you’re not sure what you did to deserve shinsuke. after a long, hot day out on the farm, somehow he thought the best way to decompress was to take care of you. he said something about “seeing you feel good makes me feel good”, and you see no reason to argue as long as he lets you pay him back. it’s been a rough few days, so hot that shinsuke came back from the paddy absolutely soaked with sweat and starving. no matter how many snacks he’d pack, they weren’t enough to replenish the energy that the sun drained from him. so you’ve learned the pattern.
get him in the shower, have food ready for him to help you prepare for when he came back, then talk about his day. he was never snippy or rude, just exhausted lately. so exhausted that he hasn’t had the time to do much other than work, and no time to get off.
and that's how you've found yourself being taken care of in the early morning before he leaves to tend to the fields. shinsuke woke up first, and laid with you until you woke up, gently petting your face and kissing your forehead as he cuddled you before remembering how he hadn’t been taking care of you as he should.
“can i make you feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, cheeks still rosy with sleep and voice still rough.
“so early?” you say. “i probably have morning breath..”
“you know i don’t mind,” he hums, kissing your cheek sweetly.
“well then sure,” you smile, hugging him closer. “how do you want me?”
“don’t worry, all you gotta do is be good and take it. can you do that?” shinsuke asks. “can you be good?”
you can. so shinsuke lies chest to chest with you, kissing you softly with his thigh between yours as you grind yourself onto the thick muscle, bodies closely rocking together. his hands hold your hips to help you grind your cock against him, and he swallows down your moans and whimpers as you release them just for him.
shinsuke’s tcock is swollen in his boxers, and his leaky cunt drools at the sight and feeling of you taking your pleasure and using his thigh for it. he smiles as you rub your hands up and across his chest, feeling the muscle there before you cup his face and kiss him a little needier. at your desperation, he pushes you harder onto his fuzzy, muscled thigh and increases the friction twofold— cherishing the way your breath catches in your throat and how you can’t help but moan in pleasure. he pulls away quickly from your lips without making you lose contact completely, speaking against your lips when he says “go on, baby. take what you need, go ahead and cum.”
and when you do, shinsuke keeps moving your hips against him even as you go limp in his arms, brain fuzzy and body rolling in pleasure against his as you cum and keep cumming thanks to shinsuke.
“good boy,” he coos as you start to come down, slowing your pace and kissing you gently. “you did so good, baby, ya look so pretty and soft”
“mm,” you hum in reply, nuzzling onto his neck and chest as he rubs your back.
“let me know when yer ready to be cleaned up, okay? and then i can get started on breakfast,” he says, already planning how he’s going to spoil you again on his lunch break.
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a taste of home.
✧ word count: 5.2k.
✧ description (spoilers): established relationship (kita and reader are married). dilf kita. trans (ftm) shinsuke kita. long haired kita. kita has the accent (cope). fully gender neutral reader (no specific anatomy or gendered terms). top kita. bottom reader. kita fucks reader with a strap on. no prep (it does not hurt reader). both kita and reader have body hair. kita has top surgery, and reader helps him care for his scars. lots of consent. discussion of scars and their emotional weight. shinsuke has real, heavy feelings about being trans that are discussed and taken seriously. trans catharsis. body worship. food as a love language. showering together. shower sex. heavy praise. humor.
✧ note: this is my first out of two (hopefully) entries for @crybabycrisis 's beach episode collab! i hope you enjoy it!
✧ minors, do not interact.
shinsuke stands at the kitchen counter with his back turned to you, cutting his famous homegrown and hand-picked strawberries into quarters before lifting them with the knife into a small, square container. he taps the container onto the counter a few times to let them settle, then he takes a spoonful of sugar and shakes it over the strawberries.
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with the same small metal spoon, he stirs the mixture, clicks the top onto the container, and sets it into the half full emerald green cooler that’s set on the kitchen table. he takes a few small oranges from the fruit bowl, rolling them in his hands to test for freshness, and packs them in the box.
you’ve been preparing lunch together for a little bit now and there’s plenty to take for lunch– after breakfast was eaten and cleaned up, shinsuke couldn't keep still for long– and a comfortable quieting of voices settled in the house. the farm is never truly quiet, however; shinsuke’s knife hits the cutting board, your dog snores outside on the porch, and other various animals make their presence known as the wind shakes the trees.
you’re sitting in your spot at the table, assembling sandwiches with bread that shinsuke baked last night in preparation for today, vegetables that you picked from the garden and carefully washed this morning, and meats and cheeses from someone osamu knows that somehow makes everything just right. the sandwiches are simple enough that they won’t get soggy by the time that it’s lunch time, but complex enough that they’re still deeply infused with the love that flows through your hands with every delicate placement of a precious ingredient. shinsuke likes his sandwiches with extra lettuce, so you add a few extra wide green leaves for him to crunch on later and wrap his sandwich in a wax wrap.
as he continues on with his tasks toward lunch preparation, you can’t help but stare at your husband’s choice of an outfit. it’s hard not to notice how good he looks in it despite how normal and basic it is, and it's almost like he’s teasing you by hiding himself so perfectly under something so simple. it’s a casual kind of beauty, one that you don’t think he even realizes that he possesses.
his loose white cotton shirt is unbuttoned all the way down so that he can feel the cool breeze against his chest as the shirt’s soft edges hang free around his waist. his shoulder length black streaked silver hair falls mostly free around his chin and shoulders, while some of it is tied out of his face with a piece of twine he must’ve found in a supply drawer. you think it’d be prettier with a ribbon, but you let him feel accomplished in his craftiness and keep that thought to yourself.
because of his open shirt, you can see shinsuke’s chest and belly, which are beautifully covered with a thick, silver fuzz. his body hair’s had plenty of time to develop and grow across his entire body in the best way possible, making him even softer than what his body already gives naturally and giving him your personal favorite part of his body— a thick happy trail leading all the way down from his chest and belly. he’s wearing light blue jean shorts that are loose enough that they’re comfortable and tight enough that they stay up around his hips, which are soft and round and pretty, just like him. and on his feet, worn and comfortable, are a pair of strappy leather sandals that osamu and atsumu got him for his birthday one year. and while he’s looking angelic without even trying, he’s swaying and whistling along to the music that plays out of your phone, set in an empty coffee mug so the sounds will project more.
you start to gather the ingredients for your sandwich so it won’t be so obvious how openly you were just staring at him, even though you know he’d never mind or be cruel about it. if anything, he’d be flattered and maybe even a little shy, happy that he still catches your eye even after all the time you’ve been together.
spinning on his heel, shinsuke takes two short glass bottles out of the cup cabinet and places a fourth of a lemon and four ice cubes in each before filling them with tea from a pitcher in the fridge. he pops the caps onto the bottles and carefully sets them into the cooler next to your icy water bottles, then stands comfortably at the edge of the table, watching you with his hands on his hips.
“how’s it goin’, babe?” he asks.
“i just finished your sandwich, so now i just have to do mine and then i think we’ll be ready to go, right? we have the sandwiches, an orchard’s worth of fruit, the drinks, the cut vegetables, and aloe for afterward… am i missing anything?”
“do ya wanna bring any sweets? like a chocolate or somethin?” he suggests.
“i dont think we’ll need any,” you shake your head, assembling your sandwich. “we have the sugared strawberries and the other fruit and i have you.”
“well we won’t be close to the stores since we’ll at the beach, honey. so i won’t be able ta run to the store if ya want somethin’.”
“i mean that i have you to have as my something sweet, shin,” you hum, looking at him smugly to try and get the point through his head.
“well that won’t help ya much,” he says, a little confused but still wanting to be gentle with you through your obvious confusion. “ya can’t eat me,” he teases lightly.
you rest your chin on your hand, tilting your head as you look up at where he stands above you. “no? i can’t have a taste of you?”
“oh,” he blushes, catching on now. “i thought ya meant.. well m’not sure what i thought,” he laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “but uh.. yer always welcome to have a taste of me s’long as i can take care of ya, too.”
“i’d never stop you from doing that,” you smile, standing up out of your chair to get closer to him, putting your hands on his hips and giving him a soft kiss. his hands raise to gently hold your face, and he presses your mouths together chastely before pulling away. his hands stay on your face, but he looks at you sincerely.
“we should really finish packing,” he says. “if we don’t get going soon, the beach will be too full when we get there and we won’t be able to get our spot. plus, if we keep kissing like this, i’m gonna get too excited and i’m gonna have to.. fix that before we leave.”
you laugh at his neediness, gripping at his hips a little more firmly. “alright, baby. i’ll finish packing the beach bag while you bring the animals inside, okay?”
“sounds perfect,” he says, stealing one more kiss before heading out the backdoor to round up the indoor pets.
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with the dog and few cats rounded up and fed some treats, shinsuke makes his way down the hallway and into the bathroom, where you stand in the mirror applying facial sunscreen. you smooth the cream over your face with your fingertips, gently massaging it into every crack and crevice of your skin. shinsuke takes the bottle and snaps the cap open, putting some on his fingers and standing behind you in the mirror so that he can see himself, too. you smush and rub it into your faces in tandem, and you can’t help but giggle a little when he leans forward over your shoulder and taps a big white spot that you hadn’t got to yet, thinking you missed it and not wanting you to be embarrassed.
“are you going to put on your scar cream?” you ask him, setting the sunscreen on the counter so you won’t forget to pack it in the beach bag.
“mhm, just gotta wash the oils off my hands n then i was gonna,” he says, grabbing it out of the drawer. you move out of the way, sitting on the closed toilet lid to give him some space in front of the mirror. since you’ll both put on your body sunscreen once you get to the beach and your hair’s already how you like it, you don’t have anything else to do– you’re just sticking around to keep him company. you know he never minds.
shinsuke takes the scar cream and puts a generous amount on his index and middle fingers, then tucks his shirt behind his hips so it’s out of the way. he starts to rub at his long reddish scars from his sternum to below his armpits, gentle with himself despite being fully healed for a while now.
it’s still good to take care of your scars after they’re healed, because after something like an injury or a surgery, there’s something about caring for yourself that reminds you of how strong you are. in acknowledging the strength that brought you through your life before and then also through the healing process, in feeling its marks with your hands and in pushing through tasting its fear on your tongue, in realizing that there is nothing cruel or selfish about living, you can heal some internal scars, shinsuke thinks. and he’s gotten there over time.
he thinks a lot about his journey, and he’s happy to be able to grow old as himself.
as a man.
as shinsuke.
he’s so handsome, you think, and you can’t help but want to have him in your hands and your heart and your soul somehow– to hold him and care for him in a way that matters and fills him with love, to show him that he’s everything to you and that you’re glad that you ended up with him. you think that whatever they say about two souls being separated upon creation and finding their way back to each other in each life (or something like that) must be true, because shinsuke is everything your heart has ever craved, but he’s sweeter than anything that’s ever met your lips.
“do you want me to help, baby?” you ask.
“m’alright, i got it.” he responds, his lip bitten between his teeth as he focuses on the mirror. “thank you, though.”
“i know you got it,” you say, looking up at him. “but do you want me to help you?”
“sure, angel. thank you,” he smiles softly, moving to stand in front of you. he hands you the tube of cream and takes off his shirt completely, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door.
you follow his movements from before, pushing some of the cream out onto your fingers before raising your hands to his chest. despite all the times you’ve touched shinsuke here before without having any problem, helping him with this feels different– and shinsuke can feel it too. it’s not like you’re unused to intimacy or with touching him here; shinsuke loves it when you touch the chest he worked so hard for, and he encourages it even, feeling so fulfilled in feeling your softness across the skin that sometimes strains to contain how hard his heart beats for you. he takes a deep breath in, and you do the same.
“is this okay?” you ask.
“you’re alright, baby,” he assures you, sensing your hesitation. “you can.”
“okay,” you say, pressing your fingertips into his skin gently, your eyes watching him closely to watch for signs of discomfort. he seems okay, though, and he lets you rub the cream into his skin delicately, thumbs rubbing circles on his ribs and pointer fingers doing their best to keep up. you laugh a little, “d’you want me to do your nipples?”
“yes, please,” he responds.
you do, and he stands very still as your hands move across his chest carefully, almost eerily quiet (even for shinsuke).
“are you okay, shin?” you ask, stopping your movements. “it doesn't hurt, right?”
“naw, i can’t feel ‘em enough anymore for ‘em to hurt,” he answers, shaking his head. “i just love ya and it’s.. a lot today. with ya takin’ care of me and stuff. i know ya always do in little ways and i always notice, but s’different, y'know? with… my scars and all that.”
you nod, giving that its chance to sink in.
“sure, baby. s’alright to be emotional about it. it’s a big thing even if they’re not fresh, and they’re important to me, too,” you say, looking up at him. his face is glazed with love as he looks down at you, and he’s not really sure what to say. you continue, “as long as you’re shinsuke, you’re always perfect to me, angel.” with this, you place your hands on his ribs and you press a light kiss to the middle of his chest. “and i love you, too.”
“that i could feel,” he jokes. “thank you, baby,” he tries, eyes welling with tears as he bends down to kiss you, a hand cradling your face once again.
“of course,” you smile. “are you ready to get going now?”
“sure am,” he says, moving into the hallway to slide his shirt back on and button it halfway up. “do you wanna grab the towels fer the beach bag while i get the truck started?”
“yeah,” you nod. you get up to go to the linen closet, but you notice that shinsuke is still standing there, leaning against the doorframe. there’s fondness in his eyes as he looks at you, and you ask sweetly, “what, baby?”
“it’s nothin’,” he lies, smiling as he turns away.
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if there’s one thing you’ve learned since becoming a part of the kita family, it would be that as kitas, you bring home with you everywhere you go. for your wedding, shinsuke insisted that his grandma didn’t need to get you anything as a wedding gift– the house and farm was enough of a gift in itself, and he swore that no extra effort or generosity was required. she, however, couldn’t have that, and made you a set of four blankets to “keep you warm on the coldest days” when she wasn’t around to hug you anymore. no one wanted to consider that reality, but you thanked her with a nice dinner at home nonetheless to keep her strong.
there’s one blanket for a shared bed, a quilted, oversized blue and cream colored one with flowers, another quilted one for picnicking with a rougher fabric and geometric patterns, one crocheted one for sitting on the couch that you now use for movie nights, and a last one– only big enough for swaddling. all were infused with care, handmade in her little studio just for you, to keep you warm.
the folded picnic blanket is set in the backseat of shinsuke’s truck now, the beach bag set on top of it and the cooler to the side of it. you’ve got all you need, plus shinsuke if you’re teasing.
as shinsuke drives it down the dirt road that leads to the main one, the truck purrs as if it’s happy to be driven– or she, as shinsuke calls her, declaring that anything that’s useful deserves respect, and therefore should have a name to be thanked by. he thinks “daisy” fits her well, and always gives her hood a nice pat when she survives another day of hard work hauling rice to onigiri miya or carrying goods to the farmer’s market on weekend mornings.
it’s just an hour or two in the truck to get to the beach, but neither of you mind the drive much when the music is playing and the wind blows freely through the open windows. if he didn’t have to shift gears, he’d hold your hand over the center console and steer with the other, but you can’t complain about getting to watch him drive– the way he grips the wheel and the way he grips the back of your seat to reverse makes up for any lost contact. it’s a nice ride nonetheless, and it flies by with him.
you pull up to the parking lot and find a spot easily; thankfully, shinsuke was right about getting there early in order to get a good spot on the beach, so there aren’t that many people here yet. he carries the cooler and the blanket while you carry the beach bag and the umbrella, and you’re both pleasantly surprised to find that no one is in your special spot on the beach that you love to come to every time you make the trip.
he shakes the blanket open and smooths it over the sand, and you hand him the umbrella to push deep into the ground so that it won’t blow away should the winds decide to pick up. you take your overclothes off and sit down on the blanket first and he follows, shedding his clothes until he’s left in his bathing suit and grabbing the sunscreen out of the beach bag, lathering himself with it before handing it to you and asking “can ya help me with my back and shoulders?” you do, gently rubbing it into the skin, and he does the same for you.
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shinsuke lays on his back with his head in your lap, the container of berries resting on his belly as you talk back and forth, conspiring about the lives of his former teammates and your shared friends from inarizaki high. as you braid, unbraid, and rebraid shinsuke’s hair into various different styles, shinsuke explains why he is absolutely convinced that osamu is dating one of his regulars because there’s no way that ‘samu looks at anybody he doesn’t like like that, shinsuke reasons, and you can’t help but agree.
on your dates there, you’ve seen all the freebies that the guy gets from osamu– and osamu’s not one to share food with people that don’t deserve it. shinsuke throws a few berries into his mouth occasionally, listening to your theories and nodding along as he adds corroborating evidence that he’d picked up since no one thought he was paying attention. no one would ever think that kita shinsuke was a gossip, and he’s not (he swears), he’s just a good listener. there’s nothing wrong with being aware of your surroundings, he thinks, he’s just making sure he knows how everyone’s doing and whether he should start bringing two servings of food to onigiri miya, or if one for osamu is enough. he thinks he ought to start bringing two.
shinsuke sits up to grab an orange out of the cooler, and pretends he doesn’t notice the way you stare at his hands as he peels the skin off. he offers you a slice and laughs when you just open your mouth for it, placing it right inside and leaning over to kiss your full cheek.
“yer real cute,” he says.
“fthanks,” you say, mouth full of orange. “yer wreal cute too.”
“ya think so?” he asks, eyeing you. “last time, ya said my legs and ass were lookin’ good, but how’re my arms and back lookin’?” he turns around and flexes his arms and back muscles, forcing you to swallow your orange quickly before you choke– it’s rare that he shows off like this so you’ve gotta take advantage.
“you look amazing! great, even!” you stumble, trying to put it into words how watching him peel that orange sent you spiraling into daydreaming about his fingers. “you’ve never looked stronger, babe. it’s.. really hot.”
“m’glad you think so,” he smiles, proud of himself.
“and the farmer’s tan is a nice touch,” you say, only half-joking.
“well farmer’s tans and muscles are what happens when ya work hard,” he jokes, leaning over to kiss your cheek again. “and i’m glad we worked hard yesterday and this morning to get everything done for today so we could come out here and be together.”
“me too,” you agree. “do you wanna get going soon? i’m starting to get sleepy, i could use a shower and a snack, then a nap on the porch with a certain somebody.”
“i sure hope ya mean me,” he laughs. “unless ya wanna sleep with the dog and cats.”
“they’re welcome to join us in the hammock!” you tease.
“well, we can take care of the nap once we’re home, but they have showers here in the visitor’s center if ya wanna go wash the oil off and then head home?”
“who’s gonna watch our stuff?” you ask.
“i can watch your stuff and then you can watch mine, baby,” he says, visibly confused. “or we could always pack up the truck first...?”
“well, baby,” you smile. “what if i want you to join me?”
he catches on now, a playful look sparking to life in his eye as he considers the concept of fucking in a public restroom
“only if you wanna,” he hums. “and… only if there’s nobody waiting on the family sized shower stall.”
“well of course i wanna,” you say. “because you’ve been kissing me like a lovesick teenager all day and flexing your muscles like some sort of pure-hearted sex demon destined to make me cum in my pants.”
“i couldn’t let the sun be the only one to kiss ya! plus, how am i supposed to hide these muscles?” he laughs, turning and flexing again to tease you.
“don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing!” you say, playfully hitting his shoulder. “but seriously, what’re we gonna do if somebody’s in there? fuck in the truck bed?”
he shakes his head, “ya deserve better than that fer one, plus that’s unsanitary fer two, and fer three… m’not fuckin’ you in daisy.”
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fortunately for the two of you, not only is there nobody in line for the family stall, but there’s also no one around to see you go in together. shinsuke breathes out a sigh of relief at this fact, still a little nervous at the idea that you’re in a public place even if no one can see you. it’s a private room with four walls that go down to the floor– no one can even cause a fuss about two adults being in there because to do that they’d need to be able to see that you’re in there, which they can’t. the beach bag sits on top of the blanket that sits on top of the cooler by the door since shinsuke was too anxious to ask anybody to watch your stuff since he was sure someone would know what you two were going to be up to.
“we’d better get a little dirtier before we get clean,” he suggests, moving to the stack of bags. he opens two of the pockets and produces his black strap on harness and matching black dildo, which you hadn’t noticed that he packed since the bag was so full otherwise.
“oh my god, shinsuke!” you gasp, truly shocked at his boldness.
“hey! i had to come prepared with the way ya were staring at me earlier in the kitchen,” he laughs back, face heating up as he gets a little shy remembering the way you watched him like a hawk. “we’ve both been needy today, so i thought, ‘why not?’ and packed it just in case my dick didn’t relax by the time we were ready ta leave.”
you laugh, “and did it?”
“take a guess,” he answers.
“i’m glad you thought ahead,” you smile, watching as he gets undressed, folding his clothes neatly in a pile on the bench before stepping into the harness.
“can i help ya out of yer clothes?” he asks, holding his hands out to you.
“yes, please,” you say, letting him come closer. he holds your hand as you slip off your shorts, then helps you pull your top off, folding both for you and setting them next to you. you’re just left in your bathing suit now, and he encourages you, “don’t be shy, let me see ya, baby.”
quickly, you discard your bathing suit onto the bench and he looks you up and down with his eyes full of lust.
“yer so perfect,” he says. “i don’t know if fuckin’ ya once is gonna be enough.”
at that, you let him take you into his arms, pressing your chests together as his hands hold your lower back and you wrap your arms around your neck. your eyes flutter shut as he leans in to kiss you, softly letting you open up for him before licking into your mouth eagerly– his mouth’s much filthier than anyone (including you) would ever anticipate. it’s warm enough in the building that you’re not cold at all, but being against shinsuke’s warm skin definitely helps too. shinsuke breaks away from the kiss, letting a thin string of drool drop to prove how needy you are for him, too. he turns you around slowly by your hips, pushing you against the wall and kissing your shoulder softly when you whine from the loss of his mouth on yours.
“m’sorry, baby, I know,” he coos into your ear. “i wanna kiss more too, i just really need ta fuck you now. s’that alright?”
“please,” you breathe, placing your arms on the cool tile in front of you in a prayer-like positino and resting your head against them. “please fuck me.”
without another word, shinsuke takes his lubed up cock and slowly rubs his tip against your entrance, smiling when you wiggle your hips back into him. it’s not one of his thicker cocks, and he chose one like this specifically so he wouldn’t have to take the time to prep you– he knows he often has to be reminded to be patient when he’s being prepped, and you have even less patience for it when you’re needy.
shinsuke holds your right hip in his hand, and lets his other hand move forward toward to play with your sex, whispering, “there ya go, angel. open up fer me, i know you can take it.”
he touches you right where you’re most sensitive, moving his hand slowly against your sex to help you relax and feel just as good in this moment as he’s feeling; the way the base of the dildo presses against his cock is absolutely euphoric for shinsuke– and not just because you’re mewling and moaning for his cock, but because every movement rubs against him perfectly and the friction already feels good. as he pushes into you, he cherishes every noise that bubbles from your precious throat and kisses your shoulder between praising words.
as he keeps fucking you, shinsuke can’t seem to help but babble, “good, baby,” and “you’re doing so well,” and “so fuckin’ tight” and “so pretty and perfect,” despite how he’s usually not this vocal, and you’re certainly not complaining at getting to hear his deep voice in your ear.
“can i go faster, baby?” he asks breathlessly, “i don’t wanna hurt ya, but–”
“do it, go as fast as you– fuck!– want to go!”
with your permission, he holds you by the hips as he fucks into you faster and deeper than before, bouncing his hips off your ass and smiling proudly at the slapping noises that come every time your skin meets.
“you can touch yourself, sweetheart,” he says, slowing down slightly to allow for your hand to move down to your sex. he pants, “i want you to cum with me, want you to feel good with me.”
you follow his suggestion, collecting some wetness from your entrance and using it to touch yourself as shinsuke fucks you nice and deep. once you’re moaning from your own fingers, he picks up the pace again and it isn’t long before he’s moaning, too– telling you, “i’m gonna cum, baby, i’m gonna cum– fuck– i need ya to cum with me, can ya do that? can ya cum for me?”
“m’gonna cum too, m’gonna soon!” you cry out, feeling your legs go weak as you feel yourself get closer and closer, so close that you’re shaking.
“do it, baby, cum for me,” he moans, “cum on my cock.”
“shin–!” is all you manage out before you’re cumming, whimpering, and crying on his cock just like you’ve been wanting to all day, legs shaky and head light as he keeps fucking you through it, moving his hand to toy with your sex and letting you both come down in soft, floaty pleasure.
“you did so good,” he praises, kissing your shoulder again. “ya took me so well, angel, made me feel so good, baby. still feels good,” he says, rubbing his cock lightly against the base of the dildo a few more times and shivering at the pleasure that even the slightest movement gives him. he holds you gently as he pulls out of you, letting you slump into his arms and turning you around so he can hold you steady, kissing your face gently as he makes sure there isn’t a spot lacking in kisses.
“you okay?” he asks, and you straighten at his voice, rubbing your eyes.
“yeah,” you hum, still warm and cozy. “i came really hard, m’needing that nap now.”
“we can nap when we get home baby,” he promises. “but fer now let’s get all clean, okay? wouldn’t wanna get cum all over the truck….” he smiles, thinking about how he’ll have you sit on a towel anyway just so he can tease you about it.
once you’re steady, shinsuke turns on the shower and lets you stand under the hot spray of one of the four showerheads, choosing to turn on the one closest to you for himself. there was complimentary soap at the bathroom entrance, so he hands you a small bar of solid shampoo before ducking his head under his shower’s stream to wet his hair, then squishing his share of the shampoo bar in his hands and lathering up his silver locks. all of the soap is much nicer than you expected, and the body wash smells clean and fresh against your skin when you dry off.
shinsuke wrings out his hair after he’s wrapped his towel around his waist, and you embrace him once you’re dried off and sitting on the bench, covered in your soft towel, too. you rest your cheek against his chest and kiss the middle of his chest three times as if saying “i love you”, prompting him to lean down and kiss your face four times to say “i love you, too”.
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once you’re both dressed and ready to leave, shinsuke pokes his head out of the door to see if: one: any poor soul had heard all that, or two: would be able to see you leaving together. there’s not a way to take back or hide how you’d just cried out in pleasure and how the two of you took way too long in there to simply rinse off like you’re supposed to, so he listens for the last sounds of loud flip flops running around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before you slip out the door together and head toward the parking lot far too quick to not be suspicious.
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unfortunately for shinsuke, he’s not the only gossip in hyogo, and that’s why the phone rings at onigiri miya.
“‘samu,” the caller pants, out of breath from running. “yer not gonna believe this.”
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✧ TAGLIST: ✧ @divine-soleil @bresilien-ami @kaeglia @acornsie @shibaraki @gorejo @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @tomotoa @falloutkeiji @shygiggle @festive @rii-bows @splatmastr @blaize-hewwo @kat-sukiii @shoyouu @ftmdom @semisgroupie @chuuyasboots
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im awaken.
i think about giving L head like maybe every day. just sucking him off so good he can't control his moans. thighs shaking beside my head as he cums on my mouth.
good morning beloved welcome to the fuckfest <3 L is trans here so if that bothers whoevers reading this feel free to block me
thinking about crawling under his desk while he's working and he's just like "what are you doing? it can't be comfortable to sit down there" and you say "don't worry, I'm not here to sit" bc really you're there to mouth at his tdick through his pants and watch as the fabric gets wet from a mixture of his arousal and your spit as you just kiss and suck at the fabric until he's desperate and begging you to undress him and make him feel good already-- he's been so productive today and he's so close-- but not to cumming! he's so close to finishing this case so can you please help him cum? it'll help him focus, he promises!!
and when you pull his sweatpants down over his round hips and his soft tummy and thighs you'll find that he's so wet for you that it's spread all over his inner thighs because he wasn't wearing underwear <3 he's just a desperate slut who's ready to go at any moment so why would he wear underwear! why make it harder for you to taste him by adding an unnecessary layer of clothing? when you wrap your lips around his little dick, he can't help but immediately fold forward in your direction, rolling his hips against your tongue and letting his thighs shake in pleasure, cumming real quick because he's been waiting for you all day but he was just too shy to say anything <333 hes such a sweet about the whole thing, so needy and so wet but he won't say a word about it <3 hehe
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reading f reader fanfiction as a trans guy just feels like "he put his fingers in your female vagina and grabbed your boobs, breasts, tits, rack, huge giant boobs, and said "mmmm baby girl i love your boobs your tits" and then hr cums in you and gets you pregnant"
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gender unspecified reader, no genitalia mentioned-- just sex with natsuo <3
natsuo's warm, heavy balls press firm against the meat of your ass, his cock nudging further into you still. his cock is fat, it burns, burns so good, squeezed so tight into you that you can feel every twitch and throb of him against your walls; your own arousal forced out of you with every push of his hips. it wets both of your thighs, cooling tacky onto your skin, gluing you two together, only to be drawn apart the small amount that natsuo allows, if at all-- the heavy grind of his hips into yours is maddening. the head of natsuo's cock is always on your sweet spot, like he's not willing to let you have a break from the suffocating pleasure he's giving you-- as if you'd want it to stop at all. one hand around your neck, the other gripping your hip, natsuo gives you no room to break away from the feeling of him.
your legs are kept spread wide, thighs stretched to your chest just to accommodate him. foreheads pressed together, lips just grazing each other's, sharing the small amount of air between your open mouths, breathing each other in wantonly. natsuo's eyes are wild, but his thrusts are slow, his eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly with every clench of your walls-- clenching spurred by the heavy grind of his hip bone onto your arousal, pressed tight between you both.
you're close, so close, heat pulsing under your skin with every pull of his cock and drag of his hips-- but you can't let it end, not when his fingers twich deeper into your neck, not when he smiles and hums into your mouth, teasing affection, and certainly not when he chokes off a low moan and loses his heady rhythm.
#natsuo todoroki#bnha x reader#mha x reader#natsuo todoroki smut#bnha smut#mha smut#nsft#bnha nsft#mha nsft#natsuo.meow
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jjk masterlist
sukuna
my sukuna tag (ALL works, drabbles, reblogs)
sukuna x chubby gn!reader
satoru gojo
my gojo tag
self indulgent gojo dick sucking
suguru geto
my geto tag
kento nanami
my nanami tag
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As ridiculous and simple as it might be, the sound of his house key turning in the lock of your door brings you so much relief that you sag into your paperwork.
Shouta was finally home.
His voice is monotone and rough as he calls out to you, the familiar greeting of I’m home accompanied by the scuffing of shoes in the entryway. Your head remains resting atop your folded arms, letting your eyes fall shut in his approach to pretend that you’re asleep.
There’s a certain magnetism at your side, feeling the warmth of his body where he stands, a rough but familiar hand gently squeezing your shoulder. “You think I don’t know that you’re awake?” he says.
You reply with a hum of complaint, tilting your cheek before you sit up straight just to get a good look at him. He’s still in his hero gear, though the scarf must’ve already been hung by the door, and his goggles have been pushed back atop his head to keep the hair out of his face. He blinks, the action slow as if he’s fighting sleep, while you quickly appraise him for injury.
There are none, of course. Shouta was more than good at his job, but still, you needed that visual reassurance. It was for all the same reasons that made you stay up and wait for him to get back, even if he insisted you go to bed. His under eyes are a little darker, tiny specks of dirt and gravel on his cheeks that are barely differentiated from his five o’clock shadow. Even like this, you think he’s unbearably handsome.
You sit back against your chair and lean into his stomach, unashamedly nuzzling against his navel, inhaling the smell of fresh air and sweat from his shirt. It’s so distinctly him, oddly comforting and arousing.
“Don't do that. I stink and I haven’t showered yet,” he mutters, though the large hand now cradling the back of your head betrays his words.
“But I like you that way,” is your quiet reply, his abdomen flexing as you grin, and the fingers in your hair slip down to the curve of your jaw to grasp your chin. You peer up at him with the tilt, your husband already tall but taller still from where you’re seated, waiting with bated breath as he strokes his thumb along your lower lip.
You watch his expression soften, the beginnings of a fond smile quirking at the corners of his mouth upwards as you grab the back of his thigh with your free hand, squeezing appreciatively. It moves him closer, minutely, but still enough for you to feel that he’s half hard.
“If I offered to help you de-stress right now… would you think that’s dirty?”
He exhaled shortly through his nose, a barely audible sound that only you and those close to him would recognise as a laugh. “Not at all,” his thumb curls, pulling your lip forward and releasing it, “I like you that way”.
#GOD. JESUS CHRIST#OUYHERHHHGHNNGT#thank you monty im going to go eat a brick#shouta.meow#prev tags yeah
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⁺˖ tsumooo → shibaraki ˖⁺
url change: reblogs appreciated!
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cw for the term chubby chaser.. i know some people arent comfortable with it so im just warning before the cut <3
sukuna is a chubby chaser.
no, i wont take any shit on this
he's a big, big guy... with all those arms he's gonna need to hold onto something !!
he grabs big handfuls of you while he fucks you, admiring the way your plush hangs over the sides his of hands, nearly bruising your waist with how much he likes to roll the skin under his fingers.
sukuna doesn't want someone delicate-- he needs someone he feels like won't shatter under him, someone substantial... if he wants to see his cock bulge through your skin, he'll just use your throat instead <3
#sukuna#sukuna nsft#nsft#sukuna x you#chubby reader#cw chubby chaser#sukuna x gn!reader#jjk x you#jjk nsft#jjk smut#sukuna smut#sukuna.meow
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teasing ftm puppybo kou by sucking hickies into his chest n neck n torso n just smiling while he cries n whines for u to finally put your mouth on his cock, hes so desperate n cant stop panting and whining ur name n pawing at ur hair </3
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* day sixteen: ftm puppyboy bokuto + gn reader *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
✧ word count: 822.
✧ description: hybrids, ftm puppyboy koutarou, koutarou is a spoiled, whiny, crying brat but he likes everything that’s being done to him, reader is a soft dom and loves koutarou very much, marking, nipple sucking, oral (kou receiving (duh))
✧ link to masterlist.
✧ minors, do not interact.
“you’re so mean to me,” koutarou whines, arching his back to push his chest further into your mouth that sucks on the peaks of his chest. “you never-- you never wanna give me what i want. and it’s mean of you.”
“really?” you say, pulling off of his puffy nipple with a pop of your lips, strings of saliva catching on your chin before they break. “i don’t give you what you want, pup? i dont take care of you?”
“no, you don’t,” he sniffles, reaching up to paw at your face and bring it back to his chest. “all i wanted was.. your mouth on me.. and you’re bein’ so mean to me.”
“my mouth’s on you, pup. m’giving you what you asked for, so unless you wanna be more specific, m’perfectly happy continuing to mark you up,” you hum, and he just whines in response, doing small little angry thrashes where he lies on the bed, tail thumping hard against it as his ears pin against his head frustratedly.
you coo at him, moving to pet his head when he snaps at you playfully, pretending like he was going to bite your hand, and when you don’t respond to his bratting, he continues to pout-- pushing his lips out and crossing his arms over his sensitive chest as he looks away from you. he whimpers, “you’re mean to me, m’so cute and sweet to you and you won’t even suck my cock when i ask like a good boy.”
“when did you ask like a good boy, baby? how was i supposed to know you wanted my mouth on your cock?”
“because i always want your mouth on my cock,” he reasons, failing to keep his voice steady and lacking a pouting tone. “you should know that by now, and s’not fair of you to tease me n make me wait.”
“but we both know you like it when i tease, pup. isn’t that right? it makes you so wet, baby, makes your messy little puppycunt leak like a faucet.”
“hmph,” he pouts. “maybe. but probably not.”
“then how ‘bout i stop teasing and taste the mess you’ve made..” you offer. “does that sound good?”
“s’all i wanted this whole time!” he whines, tail uncontrolled against the sheets and ears perking up, twitching in their place on his head. “please, please put your mouth on my cock. need it. s’too much to wait for anymore. i've been a good boy and i--”
“shhhh,” you say, stroking his face. “no more, there’s no need to beg and whine anymore, baby. all you need to focus on is taking your pleasure since you’ve been sooo patient,” you praise, and he blushes from hearing he’d been so good (when you both know he hasn’t, but is getting rewarded anyway).
you move down koutaro’s body, petting the thick body hair that grows all over him and leaving lots of open mouthed kisses over his chest, tummy, and thighs as quick as you can before he gets impatient again. you spread him open easily, moving his knees and his hips to a comfortable position and admiring your work-- his inner lips and cock are coated with his sticky arousal and he shivers at being exposed like this. he likes being put on display for you, but that doesn’t make it any warmer when you blow cool air onto his little cock before taking it into your hot mouth, licking and sucking his length with the eagerness he needs so bad.
he can’t help but be noisy, whining and moaning into the room and making the bed creak as he humps up into your face, unable to keep his hips still like you’d normally ask him to. desperate, he paws at your head and your hair in pleasure, like he’s trying to pet you in encouragement to keep making him feel good, so you take that and run with it-- lewdly sucking at his tcock and licking at his entrance like you’re making out with his pussy, kissing it like you love it (and you do.)
with all that teasing leading up to this moment, it doesnt take long before koutarou is babbling and crying with pleasure from your mouth, tears falling easily from his eyes and sweet sniffles and whimpers from his mouth, babbles begging you to let him cum in your mouth, to let him feel good and be a good boy and cum. and he does just that when you push your face deep into his puppycunt and swirl your tongue around his cock as your hands hold his legs open for you against the bed-- koutarou moans and shakes and cries because that’s all he knows how to do in this moment and that’s all you’ve asked of him-- all he can do is be good and take the pleasure you’re giving him. as if he’d ever have it any other way.
#HELP MEEEEEEE#IM GONNA DIE#HES SO...#BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBWKRBARK#I NEED HIM INNMY MOUTH#HES WRITTEN SO WELL HERE#HES SO WHINY ANDNPRETTY AND CUTE..#NEED HIM IN MY MOUTH IM SO SERIOUS IM GONNA DIE IF I DONT GET TO TASTE HIM#IM GETTING MILK OUT OF SOMEWHERE BOKUTO... IM WAITING..#RAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH#bokuto.meow
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cant stop thinking about shoyo pinning u with That Stare whenever he gets really into it........ man
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gojo’s lips stretch, slick and sticky with a mix of spit, lip gloss, and your arousal. even on his knees, he hunches to meet you, to take you into his mouth eagerly. his pretty lashes fan out over his cheeks, brows knitted, a desperate hum of sound vibrating around you with his efforts; he’s beautiful in this moment and every other, suspended in time. tears gather in his eyes, nearly spilling over his cheeks while he shoots a heated look up at you and whines once more. you reach to brush his bangs from his eyes, revelling in the downy white of his locks, cooing at him, smiling tenderly as he melts under your praise. your baby, your dove.
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high sex w touya where he’s trying so hard to focus on rubbing your sex while he kisses you like he was only made to kiss you, like his lips only belong on his face when they’re against yours and not causing trouble, where touya just lets himself feel with you and lets the world go, where his brain gets so fuzzy and warm and needy for you, where you’re his highest pleasure and his greatest joy and he laughs so softly when you’re mewling in his ear, promising to give you everything you ask for for the rest of forever
#I HOPE I DIE#IM GOING TO CREAM IN MY FUCKING PANTS#LORD HAVE MERCY#wheres mine. where.#i want to have high sex with a pretty boy#...#im gonna die#touya.meow
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