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nanami kento ⇄ sweet like candy.
synopsis: why does nanami kento taste like your favorite candy?
tags / warnings : femsub!reader, smut with little to no plot, unprotected sex, stomach bulge, multiple rounds and positions, breeding kink, mention of spankings, very heartwarming aftercare, not proofread.
author’s note: hello?! apologies, this is so lame and short lol (i'll edit/add more of this once i'm not that busy again) but i really want to make a smut fic for him. HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HIM THIS SEASON?! this is like my birthday fic, my birthday celebration with you all and this has been sitting on my drafts for MONTHS.
oh gosh, how can you resist him? each of his thrusts and strokes is breathtaking. every time he would glide his hand around your body, it felt like a heated wave of euphoria, adding more sweetness to every touch that he would give you. he felt so addicting that he might have hexed you for wanting him more than ever.
kento is indeed a gentleman. he would always ask for your consent— no matter which form it is, even though you two are already in a relationship, he knows how important it is. it just makes you fall in love with him even more.
you were craving for him, not that you were pregnant but in terms of having his affection and having him inside you so full, that's how you wanted him. as the good man that he always is, his thick fingers were now inside you, eventually finding your sweet spot that would make your legs shake.
“k–kento!” you cried out with a small pout on your lips, almost drooling which got his attention from having his fingers within your gummy walls. he likes it when you’re being like that. he made you feel so small and submissive— not like you're complaining.
he hummed in response, acknowledging your need for him and your spots to abuse later on. looking at your naked body like he owns it, his eyes were soft and full of affection just for you.
"need you, please?" of course that made him throb, he loves it when you're being like this. all so obedient and loving for him. of course it would be a different story when you’re all bratty.
you already came from his fingers, he was just touching your spot sweet as if it was the most normal thing for him to do. it made your heart skip and butterflies swarming inside your stomach.
"okay darling, be patient." he slowly removed his digits from your pussy as you whined almost silently from the emptiness that you felt.
but soon, your attention was replaced by how he rubbed his cock's tip on your entrance and clit, making you clench around nothing but before he does anything else, your hand glides down through his cock, giving him a small pump that made him spread his leg for you to continue as you lay there on the bed comfortably whilst having his dick on your hand.
“baby, i thought you needed me?” he groaned out, shaking his head, too focused on him as he breathed out shakily, he noticed your fingers were slipping away from him as he took over once again, giving your ass a light spank, rubbing it softly.
he slowly entered into your pussy, making you mewl from his size. giving you soft pecks on your forehead to calm you down but as soon as he was fully inside you— you felt so full, he started moving already.
taking note of your sweet spot, he hits it with his dick. he knows each part of you so well, making your eyes water. the way your slit welcomes him made him erratic each time he thrust.
letting out a quiet gasp, “f–fuck, right there!” whilst squeezing your eyes shut from the pleasure.
“yeah, I know...” you can’t do anything else but wrap your arms around him and claw into his back.
he doesn’t mind it, in fact, he even loves it when you leave him marks on his back. despite thrusting into you hard where you can already see the stars, he leaned down giving you a soft kiss on your lips, turning into mush when he licked your lips, passing into your lips, your tongues dancing together— he adored this.
never failed to give you butterflies each time he did small little things for you and your body.
slowly but surely, his thrusts were sharp but slow that you felt him, every vein that he had. as he felt you squeezing him hard as you reached your climax, he stopped— he was still inside, making you whimper from the lack of his movement.
"kento..." you called out to him as he shushed you, suddenly sensing him carrying you to his lap as he sat up, he brought you in a lotus position.
he loves each position where he can see your face, he won't admit it, he likes seeing your reaction to him filling you up.
this time, he continued moving inside you. his hands were almost gripping your ass as he moved you up and down, swearing he was hitting the most impossible spots that made you sigh in pleasure. he would never forget kissing you
he felt so good inside you, he won't get tired of you being around him. gosh, you are the only one who made him feel like this.
“baby... want me to cum inside?" he asked, he sounded so hot from his almost strained voice, deep and addicting that would just make you nod.
"please..." you answered, gasping softly, your head was on his shoulder as he continued moving you— already moving up and down to meet his thrust as it was already enough to give him your consent, invariably.
you don't know how many times the two of you would continue for multiple rounds in different motions, you felt so full of him already. you swear you can feel your lower stomach bump and see the stars twinkling brightly outside.
he tastes so sweet, you would never get tired of it.
he placed you down on your shared bed and finished cleaning you off, he already wore you his shirt is oversized for you to be comfortable, lying down beside you.
"thank you, you did so well baby," he whispered softly.
scooping you in his arms, brushing your strand of hair aside, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead— covering the both of you with a blanket from the cold night airconditioner as the two of you doze off with you feeling at home in his arms as you cuddled into him.
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high sex w suguru
“doin’ so good f’me pretty.” suguru mumbles. his dilated pupils watching the hypnotizing movement of your plush body. you’re riding his cock with no thoughts of stopping— never minding the growing ache in your thighs. his big mushroom tip nudges right where you need him every time!
“kiss. please sug— can’t think!” you whine mindlessly, heaving and bringing yourself closer to him. your boyfriend purses his lips, teasing. and you whine in response, looking up at him so tearily. suguru sighs, massaging ur ass comfortingly and trailing his hand up— squeezing the fat of your hip. “c’mere sweets.” he whispers, eating up your eager noises.
his lips taste like the strawberry chocolate edibles you two ate together just half an hour ago. not in the mood for weed— but still wanting to get high off your minds.
your messy kisses are interrupted by his hand squeezing your cheeks together, drool sleeping out of your mouth, “yeah you like that?” suguru whispers, smiling at your dumb nods. you’re practically humping his cock at this point, thighs tired but your pussy sucking his girth like a lollipop. “sugu.. m’tired..” you frown, holding onto his shoulders and brushing his long jet black strands.
“really baby? putting me to work like always huh?” suguru smiles, teasing and gaining your, albeit weak, retort. “no! ‘s just really sticky and my legs are starting to hurt.” you huff, knowing well he’s ignoring you as he kneads the chubby folds of your waist, rocking you back slowly to get a glimpse of the mess you made on his cock. “uh huh.. i don’t mind princess.. not at all…” suguru’s in a trance, seeing his stringy cum attached to your pelvis awakes something in him.
and he’s pushing you down, holding you up by one of your sides n having your free leg dangle over his shoulder. “my little pillow princess— that’s what you are,” suguru grits out. and even through your terribly sweet sobs, he’s looking at your pussy like it’s at fault. speaking to it more than you, “so fuckin’ beautiful but wantin to get fucked dumb.” he tsks, bringing his attention back to you. and slapping your jiggly thigh. “oh i’ll get you dumb sweetheart. don’t even bat an eye, just lay pretty and take my fucking cock n’ cum, yeah? yeah— that’s my girl.”
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this is best friend’s dad!toji and reader
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thinking about arguing with husband!gojo. it’s funny because he’s the strongest sorcerer alive with several other, more wicked enemies harboring one sided hate for him, yet he’s anxiously glancing at you every now and then as you hiss at him. you’re the only one who can make him doubt his strength.
he usually finds you cute when you’re mad, but right now he doesn’t really appreciate the way your face is scrunched up and how you’re yelling at him.
it’s not his fault. he thinks you’re being so dramatic.
“you’re laughing at me,” you deadpan. “why do you never take things i say seriously?”
“because i honestly don’t think it’s that serious,” he fires back, and your eyes narrow. oh, fuck.
arguing with your husband is never fun. it’s probably because the both of you are stubborn; you’re stubborn because you’re simply right all the time, and satoru’s stubborn because if you’re not right, then he is.
you pause for just a second, but it’s enough to sprout a moment of extreme tension between you and your husband.
“right,” you scoff after you inhale sharply. “you just don’t care, do you?”
“don’t fucking say that,” satoru snaps. “i do care. that’s why i’m here.”
it takes everything in you to not shoot him another death glare. “so i should be thankful for the bare minimum?”
satoru blinks. he would’ve flinched, but he refuses to let you have that sort of power over him. “i’m not giving the bare minimum.”
“yes you are,” you argue back, voice straining as you swallow a lump of anger down the back of your throat.
the both of you are still. it feels like an eternity passes before the anger in you wanes. you’re exhausted and this fight with satoru is surely going to make the both of you upset enough to not talk for the rest of the night.
“i’m sorry that i’m not good enough,” satoru says, breaking the silence. you’ve never heard his voice so small, so pathetic—he’s never, ever shown you this side of him, and you’re starting to feel that dreading pit of guilt tug at your gut.
“that’s not what i meant,” you force yourself to say, sighing.
“but that’s what you’re thinking,” satoru mumbles. he avoids looking at your face.
“no it’s not,” you deny. “it’s never been about that.”
satoru gives you a wary look. “then what is it about? because i’ve done everything i can.”
“everything? really?” you sneer. “do you even love me anymore?”
silence. satoru swears he can hear your heart break.
“baby, don’t say that,” he groans, “c’mon, we were ten points away from three stars. that’s a single plate—one you didn’t turn in because you somehow forgot how to dash!”
you whip around to glower at satoru, your face twisting into an offended expression. “you set the kitchen on fire! how could i do something like serving a dish if the kitchen is on fire?!”
“baby, it’s the same button that it always has been this entire game!” he whines. “and you set the kitchen on fire! you keep forgetting to take the rice off the stove!”
you sigh exasperatedly, crossing your arms to act like some sort of shield between you and satoru’s (truthful) words.
“but you don’t chop up your stupid fish!” you protest. “so i end up doing five things at once!”
satoru opens his mouth to speak, but he knows you’re in the right. he opts to click his tongue instead.
“and every time i asked for help,” you add, frowning, “you just kept bringing out more of the dumbass cucumbers! we don’t have counter space for that!!!”
“that’s for prep to maximize our sushi making! throw it on the floor!”
“are you kidding me? that’s so unsanitary!”
“it’s a game!”
you’re both panting by the end of the fight. you’re biting down on your inner cheek and satoru is scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly.
“… sorry,” he mumbles. “i won’t bring out cucumbers anymore. and i’m also sorry for being mean about you not knowing how to dash.”
“good,” you huff. “‘cause i was seriously not gonna play anymore.”
“and…?” he prods, nudging you in your ribs. you can tell what he wants just by the sound of his voice.
“and i’m sorry for getting mad at you even though you’re doing you’re best at carrying me in this game…” you murmur, rolling your eyes.
satoru’s face brightens and he places a wet kiss on your cheek. “you’re forgiven.”
“love you, dummy.”
“love you too, baby.”
“no more cucumbers unless the ticket calls for them,” you remind him pointedly.
“yes, chef!”
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UPDATE!
Hussam distributed the toys to the kids! He said everyone was so excited for them, that even the older kids got jealous and he bought another hundred toys and extended the ages to receive toys to 3-13.
For those of you who have been following this, my tumblr 'helpgazachildren' was deleted for unknown reasons. In the meantime, I put together this notion site to help document all the receipts and videos of updates for people who want a backlog of information. I will be continuously updating this site.
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Dad! Sukuna
Sukuna sighs in annoyance as he hears the little one’s cry again. Your little girl had a habit of clinging onto you and only you, and no amount of servants could get her to calm down when she threw her tantrums. This also led you to your immense tiredness and lack of sleep.
He turns to you, you look so calm and peaceful in your sleep, your daughter’s cries not having reached your ears yet. He sighs again, lifting himself off the bed and heading to his daughter’s bedroom.
A myriad of servants are present in the room, trying to hush the princess with toys, making ridiculous faces and whatnot. But she, just like her dad, is insistent on having just you to be close to her. He almost smirks at the sight. She truly took after him. His blood indeed.
“Get lost.” His voice echoes, the servants immediately scurrying out with their heads down as a result. He heads over to the little girl– her eyes glassy and a pout on her lips, and takes her in his arms at once.
“What is it, you brat?” He says in a gruff voice, and she stops crying for a mere moment to study him, and resumes her noisy tantrum. Sukuna sighs again, the mighty king of curses so helpless in the face of a mere child.
“Ma-ma…” she sobs, her tiny, chubby hands on his chest. Sukuna scoffs, “your ‘mama’ is resting. Whatever business you have will have to be dealt by with me.”
Her sobs continue, and Sukuna lets out an angry sigh. He doesn’t know what sorcery will get her to shut up. He doesn’t want to wake you up– given how you have barely gotten rest since you’ve birthed his child.
He sighs again, two hands propping his daughter up in his arms and a third rubbing her back. He had seen you do this whenever you had to calm her down, and starts walking around the room, rocking the annoying brat in his arms.
He has never felt so pathetic in his life. A child in his arms— his child, having such control over his actions. Eventually, the little girl gives in, the rocking motions soothing her combined with the warmth of her father’s hold.
“What a brat.” He chuckles, noticing her as she’s fast asleep, nuzzled into his shoulder, drool dripping down her cheek. The cuteness is certainly something she’s taken from you— he’s sure of it now.
The next morning, realizing your husband isn’t next to you, and that you’ve slept through an entire night, panic makes its way into your heart as you rush to the baby’s room.
And there it is. Your daughter nestled onto her father’s chest who is on the bed, both of them fast asleep, and one of his arms protectively resting against her small back. Your heart cannot help but melt at the adorable sight.
That cuteness is something she’s gotten from Sukuna— you are certain.
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i love you shelly, i will always love you. please choose me, pick me, love me. :<
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site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word
site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition
site that gives you words that rhyme with a word
site that gives you synonyms and antonyms
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hello, happy new year! i'll try my best to update this month or so and for the rest of the year. (there are soooo many drafts, waiting to be continued.)
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i'm seeing people losing hope for palestine i'm begging you seriously please don't. the death toll is high but there are still people alive, there are still journalists risking everything to make sure the world sees what is happening. please continue protesting if you have the option to, keep demanding for a ceasefire and keep talking about palestinians both alive and dead. you have to keep going until the very end or else you really did fail them.
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um what's Your Name? Or what do we call u as?
hi! my name is fiona, you can call me fio, or ion! any of those that you prefer. i am also fine with any nicknames, unless offensive! (sorry if i noticed/answered this late if ever, finals killed me lol). that's all, have a nice day ahead!
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