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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: nsfw, age gap implied, subby men~ they cry a bit, overstimulation, wish that was me
Men who live for those few hours between work and sleep that they get to spend with you. Their job is awfully stressful– just problems after problems and incompetent underlings they need to deal with every day. There's too much responsibility, too much pressure and weight on their shoulders, but you're always there to take it away.
Men who don't even bother with pleasantries before loosening their tie and grumbling about how tiring work is. When they slump on the cushy mattress in your bedroom you're right beside them, helping them take off their clothes while you listen to them vent about their day. "Don't worry, dear, I got you" you reassure them in that soothing voice of yours and they can already feel their frustrations melting away.
Men who let you take the lead, willingly submitting to you because they're so tired of always having to be in charge and ordering people around. It's a nice change of pace– them laying limp between the crisp sheets while you rock your hips against theirs, their cock nestled deep inside your sweet cunt. In moments like these, they finally allow themselves to slip off the mask they're forced to wear every day and just be.
Men whose minds go blank when you praise them for their work. Just knowing that you appreciate and value what they do, that you acknowledge their worries makes the knot in the pit of their stomach thighten. It doesn't take long for them to grip your hips and squirm under your weight, their breath coming out quicker, shallower as gruff moans fall from their lips. When they cum their whole body tenses up, milky white seed spilling deep inside you. "You're so good for me tonight, darling. Think you can take more?" you ask and of course they can. They're good for you, always.
Men who lose all their composure after you coax a few more orgasms out of them. They can barely keep their gaze locked on yours from that sweet mixture of pleasure of pain making their head spin– it hurts, they feel like they can't physically take it anymore, but they don't have the heart to stop you. After all, this is their only escape from those straining jobs and duties and if relishing this sheer bliss meant being so vulnerable and completely at your mercy they'd gladly do it.
Men who don't bother to hide the pretty tears brimming at the corner of their eyes and choke on heavy sobs as you keep riding them. "Poor you..." you coo, brushing away the tears with your fingertips, your touch soft as silk against their rougher skin "You really needed this didn't you darling?" They nod eagerly, hissing sharply when you start bouncing on their cock again– they can feel each drag of your gummy walls against his cock and it's driving them crazy. Frankly, the fact that they're still hard after cumming so many times is a miracle, but you seem adamant to get another orgasm out of them. "Come on, you can do it just one more. Wanna make sure you really fill me up this time, ok?" you urge nonchalantly as if his lap wasn't already covered in sticky cum and slick.
Men who cry out praises and thank yous as they reach their high for the nth time that night, their back slightly arching off the bed before melting back into the mattress. They peer at you through droopy eyes, their grip on your thighs or waist loosening as you lay on their chest with their cock still sheathed inside you. Their heart flutters when you kiss their face oh so softly and lovingly, they feel so warm and welcomed in your embrace and swear they could fall asleep like this every night. But hey, they actually can and do, because you're always there for them, ready to soak them in your love.
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺: 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢, 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠)
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mncxbe · 2 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: age gap relationship, old men fantasizing about their younger colleagues, itty bitty smut, dilfs
Men who are reluctant to ask you out because they don't wanna come across as creeps. They know how unusual it is for a man their age to be interested in a younger woman, but they just can't help it. You're so pretty, cheerful and kind, their little ray of sunshine.
Men who know you're at their beck and call and always make the most of it– be it for asking you to bring them a coffee or simply helping them write a report. Anything just to hear you say "yes sir" in that sweet voice of yours.
Men who can't wait for your birthday so they can finally spoil you rotten with gifts, claiming that it's only natural for them to give you something since you're working so hard and doing such a good job. A little token of gratitude. They love watching you unpack your gift, feigning surprise when you tell them it was exactly the thing you wanted. They hit you with a "Oh really now? That's just wonderful. I'm glad to hear you like it" as if they haven't observed you carefully over the past few months and know everything you like and dislike.
Men who feel guilty when their pants tighten as they watch you bend over to pick something up from the floor. They can only imagine how wonderful you'd look bent over their desk with your panties moved to the side– your pretty cunt sucking them in so snuggly.
Men who think of you a bit too much when they're alone, who do their best not to touch themselves out of respect for you but still end up failing miserably. After a hard day at work the only thing that relaxes them is dirty thoughts of you. They always play it cool the next day at work, as if they haven't moaned your name as they came in their fists last night. and the night before that. and the night before that.
Men who eventually notice that you're also interested in them and feel like they're on cloud nine. All their dreams come true when you start giving them little hints– a lingering touch here, an invitation to a bar after work there– but they don't want to rush things. Nah, they take things slow and make sure you're aware of how much you mean to them before even dreaming of laying a finger on you.
Men who are the happiest they've been in years when, after a few weeks of taking you out on dates and treating you to dinner, finally spend the night with you. They make it all about you, really. For once, they set aside their own selfish desires and focus on giving you pleasure like you've never felt before, making use of the many years of experience they have.
Men who love it when you cum for them– it really gets them going. It's soul soothing: watching you melt into the mattress and babble out some sweet nonsense about how good they make you feel. They're so gentle and caring in bed because you're just too precious, but they will gladly spice things up if you want it. Trying out new positions? sure. Toys? on the table. Anything for their pretty darling as long as you keep calling them sir when they're deep inside you.
Men who're already looking for engagement rings less than a year into the relationship. You've got something good going on, so why not? It's not like they're getting any younger. They're more than willing to spend the rest of their life with you, if you want so too, and they aren't going to waste any time to put a ring on your finger.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 (𝐣𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞)
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mncxbe · 3 months
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚𝒄𝒘: slight obsession/ fixation, fantasizing, creampie
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who– because of his religious beliefs and life principles has never been with a woman, but doesn't let this stop him from fisting his cock every night at the thought of you
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who knew you were special the moment you recognized the volume of Russian poetry he was reading– who since then always brings a new book to test you. to see just how well-read you truly were
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 whose thoughts drift to you whenever he goes to bed at night– you in your pretty outfit with the black apron snugly squeezing your hips and waist oh so perfectly as you sway towards him with a cup of tea "Here's your order, sir'" you purr and it's like music to his ears
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who desperately bucks his hips into his hand, wishing it was your pretty little pussy instead
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who's never been good at envisioning stuff but he can vividly imagine you riding him– your hands pushing down on his shoulders grounding him further into the mattress, the delicious moans spilling from your lips as you trun to putty in his embrace
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who cums embarrassingly fast at the thought of his warm sticky cum leaking out of you, dripping down your folds and thighs only for him to force it back inside with his fingers. he just can't have you wasting his precious seed
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who can't even focus on his work anymore. he's too distracted by filthy thoughts of you. you bent over his desk, you– with glossy eyes and your pretty lips wrapped around his tip– sucking him off under the table while he works on his computers, you sprawled on his bed oh so sweetly every morning, you wearing his ushanka while you sit on his lap reading him poetry. he wouldn't mind that, really
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who tries his best to convince himself that he's not doing anything wrong, but deep down he knows how messed up he is. how much he's sinning and that he's stuck in a vicious cycle of lust and regret– his personal crime and punishment
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who's so torn between the obsession with you and his beliefs that he starts questioning his own morals. just what are you doing to him, really?
𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 who, months after, still can't bring himself to ask you out on a date. who prefers to observe from a distance and pray that some day his lecherous acts will be forgiven
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mncxbe · 17 days
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: work colleagues dynamic, mentions of onlyfans, needy Angel, voyeurism, masturbation, cum play♡
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has never touched nor seen a naked woman in his entire life and keeps getting taunted by his fellow devil hunters "What do ya mean you've never been with a lady? You really don't know what you're missing."
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, whose colleagues introduce him to the concept of OnlyFans. He doesn't really see the point of it and doesn't feel any sort of interest or attraction towards the women there– at least not until he accidentally finds your profile.
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who recognizes your tattoo and know for sure that it's you, his sweet little patrol partner. he does't want to admit it at first but seeing you pose in such an indecent manner does things to him, his pants tightening at the sight of the pretty lingerie snugly wrapped around your soft curves
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who knows he's hooked and has no shame when he blatantly asks you to show him the real thing. "What'd you mean you wanna see the real thing?" you ask in confusion, glancing down at his phone screen. Angel simply shoves the phone in your face, pointing at the picture of you. "I wanna see you naked"
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who has some real motivation to do his job for the first time in years. you'd promised to strip for him if he caught the devil you were after and he did just that, happy to put in some work for his reward.
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who watches you with curious eyes as you pat the empty side of your bed, motioning him to sit beside you. you teasingly take off your uniform pants and he feels his face heat up at the sight of your bare legs.
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who almost drools when you lay down on the plush mattress with your legs spread in front of him, your glistening cunt on display for his hungry eyes. "It looks so pretty" he hums, his fingers ghosting a few centimeters above your skin. he doesn't want to risk accidentally draining your lifespan but fuck– he wished he had a pair of gloves so he could touch you
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who begs you to touch yourself for him and watches your tiny fingers rub circles on your clit, relishing the soft moans that spill for your lips. he gets hard when you push two digits inside, slowly stretching yourself open, your pussy glistening with slick
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who doesn't touch himself until you allow him to. he doesn't want to seem like a pervert. after all, this was supposed to be a little experiment to satisfy his curiosity and get his colleagues to stop teasing him– he didn't expect to get off to the sight of you pleasuring yourself
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who fists his cock in front of you as you pump your fingers in your needy cunt, his orgasm drawing closer as you tell him how much you wish he could touch you, how you wish it would've been his fingers inside you instead of yours– "Angel... fuck i need you t-to cum f'me too" you whine as you reach your high, your juices leaking on the mattres below and he cums on the spot at the pretty sight
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who shoots his load on your pussy, watching the creamy seed dribbling down your puffy clit and folds. he can clearly see your walls spasming as you come down from your high and blushes furiously when you gather some of the cum on your fingers and stuff it inside your cunt, whimpering his name softly
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who helps you clean up and brings you a glass of water, making you promise that you'd let him touch you next time— "I promise I'll be careful. I'll wear gloves just let me do it for you" he pleads and you can't bring yourself to say no to him
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 who uninstalls the OnlyFans app the moment he leaves your apartment. he doesn't need that stupid app now that he has you. the real you.
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mncxbe · 29 days
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ANNE DONT MIND ME PLS you write so good and reading these drabbles made me want to request one of my own !!
imagine professor!dazai giving u an extra lesson after class 🤭 it's 12 from the list btw <3
CHIYO MY DEAR♡ i'm so happy you requested this one. hope you like it. I made Dazai a literature professor👀♡
12 — Professor!char giving you an extra lesson after class
ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: lowkey unethical, sex toys, semi-public space, creampie
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"Keep reading, bella, you're halfway there."
Your professor's voice carried a hint of mockery as he soothed your thigh with a hand, pushing the silicone toy deeper inside you. You winced at the sensation, shooting Dazai a desperate glance over your shoulder.
Osamu Dazai was the new literature professor at your college– some prodigy kid who finished his PHD by the age of 25 and whose novels sold like hot cakes and now everyone was singing him praise. Frankly, you weren't too impressed by his accomplishments, but he was the only professor in the whole faculty who actually encouraged you to write something different, out of the norm; so you did anything to stay on his good side.
Even if it meant helping him around the office and fucking him from time to time. Not that you'd complain, Dazai was incredibly good looking and knew how to please a woman.
So naturally, when your professor asked you to come to his office after class you expected a quick fuck, as usual.
But the smug bastard had you bent over his desk with your panties lowered mid-thigh and a vibrator shoved up your pussy, making you read the assignments your colleagues turned in while he made snide comments on the side.
"Was that supposed to be a metaphor? 'The mist of the summer evening' what's that supposed to mean? God, I swear these texts are getting worse and worse..."
"Ngh– 'samu please" you whined, shifting your hips "Can't we just do this later?" The ache between your legs was almost unbearable, you needed him inside you, not that stupid toy.
"Sorry, bella, I have to grade this paper by 6. The kid's coming to discuss it" he mused, watching your walls clench around the toy with keen eyes. God, your pussy was divine– his pants were tightening just by looking at you.
Reaching a hand towards you, Dazai touched your folds, gathering your slick and smearing it all over the inner part of your thighs. "My, my, you're dripping, dear. Better hurry up and finish reading if you want me to fuck you properly" His deft digits found your bundle of nerves and gave it teasing flicks.
Your mind was starting to get foggy, the sentences melting into a jumble of letters as you struggled to read the last paragraph out loud. It was painfully embarrassing, the way your body jolted up as he drew slow circles on your clit with his thumb, how desperate you were to have him inside you. All the while, Dazai was toying with you, playing with your pussy like it was his favourite toy.
The second you were done with your paper you let it fall on the desk next to you. "Done, I'm done." you huffed out, looking over your shoulder to see Dazai's teasing smile.
"Good job, bella. I think it's worth at least 60 points. I mean, it's a progress from the last assignment he turned in. What do you think?"
I think you should stop messing around and fuck me already– you wanted to say back but all that came out of your mouth was a breathy yes, sir. i'd say so too.
The man got up from his chair and slowly ran a hand through your hair. You could hear him unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper of his suit pants, your hips swaying in anticipation. "You're such a pretty girl" he hummed, removing the toy from your pussy with a wet pop and alligning himself at your entrance "And obedient too. I think you deserve a reward ah shiit—"
A broken whine slipped from his lips as he slammed himself inside you, the grip he had on your hips growing fiercer. Fuck, your cunt was basically sucking him in. You were so damn perfect he swore he could spend all day fucking you and it wouldn't be enough.
Your moans filled the tiny office, the smell of your arousal lingering in the air, fueling the man's need. His hips snapped against yours, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "Y-you're so tight bella think 'm gonna– fuck i'm gonna cum soon"
"Me too me too 'samu" you mewled as the tight knot in the pit of your stomach snapped and you came around his cock, soaking it in your juices.
It wasn't a surprise you came so fast, he'd been edging you for hours and you were so sensitive. Even now as your walls pulsed around him, Dazai's fingers found your puffy clit and your body jolted up. "W-wait 'samu you can't I just–"
"Want you to cum again with me, donna. Can you do that for me?" he huffed out and your pussy fluttered at the sound of his breathy, whiny moans, pressure building up in your core again.
When the two of you reached your high again, his hips halted flush against yours, his milky cum shooting deep inside you. The man's breath was ragged and he hissed when he slightly pulled out, watching the sticky substance form a ring at the base of his cock as it dribbled out of your hole.
Something sparked inside him at that moment and he quickly flipped you over, caging you between his arms as he leaned over your frame. Droplets of sweat clung to the tips of his hair as he pressed his forehead against yours "Can we do it again?"
"But Dazai we just–" you wanted to protest but he cut you off with a deep thrust, making you choke out a moan.
"Don't care bella you don't understand what you do to me I can't get enough of you" he sighed, slowly, almost lovingly, rocking his hips against yours, his lips ghosting over your cheeks, jaw and down the expanse of your neck, making you shudder. You'd lie if you said that his confession didn't stir something inside you too.
Before you could answer, a knock on the door snapped both of you out of the intimate moment you were sharing. "Um... professor? You said I could come by at 6 so we can discuss my paper"
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