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rinhaler · 6 months

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Not me being an absolute slut for step dad Gojo and Uncle Nanami!?!? 😩 sharing is caring!

-Very Much Embarrassed Anon🫂

PERHAPS i got carried away but i hope u enjoy this !! luxe write something under 1k challenge: impossible x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, step/incest, fem!reader, step dad!gojo, uncle!nanamin, implied virgin!reader, threesome, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, possessive!gojo, daddy kink, praise, pull out method, orgasm denial, noncon photo taking, slight oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking.

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“You know you’re too young for boys, right?” your step-father reminds you, like it’s a mantra he’s told you again and again for years. It isn’t a suggestion or a thought he’s choosing to share. It’s an instruction. “I don’t want you to think because you’re all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.”

“I- I know, Satoru.” you smile at him.

Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dad’s brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.

“I know you’re a good girl, sweetheart.” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanami’s eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.

He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.

His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldn’t pry. He knows he shouldn’t pry. But he can’t seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.

“What did I just say?” he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at arm’s length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.

“He was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You don’t need to worry…” you tell him. Of course this would happen. He’s always been stupidly over protective.

“Well you don’t, do you? That’s what I’m here for. Hell, I’m sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.” Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. “In fact, you’re grounded. I’m keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.”

“But—!”

“Don’t whine, I’ll write you a note.” he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. “Go upstairs.”

You huff, but grab your bag and do as you’re told. It’s not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood he’s in you suppose you’ll have to be stealthy about it.

“You’re too harsh on her.” Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. “She’s curious, you can’t do anything about that. It’s not like she’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Tch. Spare me.” he laughs lightly. “You think I don’t know why you’re here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.”

And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanami’s face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known he’d always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?

“I haven’t…” he clears his throat. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “If I’m bein’ honest… I don’t really care. Who am I to stop you? I’m not blood… like you. Sick fuck.” he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanami’s panic-stricken eyes.

Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. It’s not like he’s concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. He’s tolerated him, sure, but he’s a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.

“I don’t like this either.” he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. “But she doesn’t respect you, Satoru. She doesn’t even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isn’t going to listen to you. Not really.”

“But…” he leans over the table with a smug grin. “She respects you, doesn’t she? Her favourite uncle. I don’t like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I don’t want her around that.”

“No… maybe she won’t go searching for it if she’s better educated.”

Gojo’s brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.

“Who knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?” Gojo laughs, picking up Nanami’s coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.

You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.

“Come in!” you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be like that…” Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. “We need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.” he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.

And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How he’s just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How he’s your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.

“I know you’re a woman now, sweetheart, but you’re still daddy’s little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.”

“He- with what?” you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesn’t speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But it’s like he can’t bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. “With what?” you ask again.

“Well, Nanami said you’re curious. So he’s been fucking you, right?”

“No!” you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?

“I told you, I haven’t slept with her. Don’t tease her or you’ll make things worse.” Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. “But you are curious, aren’t you? You’re getting attention from boys and you’re enjoying it, clearly. They aren’t good for you though, princess. They don’t know how to treat girls right.”

You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.

“Boys that age, sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re doing. Do you touch yourself? ‘m sure you do, I’m not naïve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys don’t care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.” Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.

“Satoru…” you respond, bashfully.

“No.” he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but there’s no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. “I’m your dad like he is your uncle. I’m not Satoru. Who am I?” he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.

“D-Daddy… you’re daddy. ‘m sorry.” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. “Hng—!”

“Gooood girl.” he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. “I slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?”

“Mhmm…” you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.

It’s sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who you’re actually in the company of. But Nanami doesn’t want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until they’re both puckered and raw.

“Sit her up, and sit behind her.” Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. You’re moved like you’re weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. “Do not tell your mother about this, understand?”

You nod, obediently. You wouldn’t dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately he’d longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now it’s closer to an angry shade of red.

He really is desperate.

You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.

“Fuuuuck, you weren’t lyin’. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?” Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. “Relax, baby. Clampin’ so much you’re gonna push me out.” he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.

“D-Daddy!” you gasp, back arching against Nanami’s chest before he pulls you back towards him.

“We’re so proud of you, princess.” Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he can’t really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. “Why don’t you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?”

“Oh? Now that I’d like to see.” Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. “Oh… there, huh? Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you right there.” Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.

Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum he’s spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.

“Perfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.” Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. You’re almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.” Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. “Go on… show her.”

Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like you’re his own personal cocksleeve.

It’s relentless and dizzying and you don’t know how to settle. You can’t possibly as you’re ruined from both ends. There’s no reprieve, there’s no way to relax. You’re trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isn’t that.

They’ve ran out of patience with you.

It doesn’t matter which way you try to retreat, you’re only encouraging the other one. More of Nanami’s cock down your throat and more of Gojo’s hitting your g-spot.

“W-We’ll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.” Gojo tells you, but it’s more like he’s telling himself. He knows he can’t cum inside. He can’t, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. “College guys, they like- leaving their- mark.” he thrusts again and again until he’s on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life won’t be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. He’ll lose everything.

And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanami’s length, though you still can’t pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.

He’s usually so sweet and patient.

He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.

“College guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.” Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. You’ve been neglected in the worst way, and it’s dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanami’s pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.

“College guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.” Nanami warns you.

“But we’ll just keep these between ourselves.” Satoru promises you. “I think it’s only fair we didn’t let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.”

“I think she’s learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.” Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. “Fucking college boys doesn’t sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if you’re a good girl.”

You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.

“’m s-sorry, daddy.” you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.

“Awe… sweet.” Gojo smiles, circling the bed so he’s standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. “I think we’re owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.”

“T-Thank you,” you sniff, again, “Thank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.”

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nerdpoe · 8 months

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Danny hops skips across dimensions to escape his parents, and ends up in the Wayne Memorial Hospital.

Problem; in his universe, Jack Fenton is that universes version of Bruce Wayne. Jack and Bruce are identical from looks to DNA, but mentally they are worlds apart.

In Danny's universe, the Waynes dropped that name and became Fentons some three or four generations back.

So when a freshly vivisected Danny stumbles through a portal in the Zone and crash lands into the alley behind the Hospital, he is immediately recognized as a possible love child from Bruce Wayne, simply because he's a dead ringer for a teenage Bruce, and Leslie knows that family gets fucking weird.

Just to be sure, though, she tests it.

She leaves the room to check on Danny as she waits for the results, and one of the new interns steps in, and...oh? What's this?

Fresh food for the Newspapers? Food that they'd pay money for?

The intern takes the paperwork and bolts, and the next morning Bruce Wayne's lost secret child (who has been horrifically abused and mutilated poor boy maybe their next scoop will be an interview from him subscribe now to the newsletter and-) is all over the front page.

Bruce himself is furious.

The boy doesn't look like Damian, so he isn't a clone. As far as Bruce can tell, he's a bonafide child that Bruce had with a fling and was never told.

A child who got tortured.

Needless to say, when Danny wakes up from running away from his family to see his fathers pissed off face hovering over his own, his first reaction is to punch first and ask questions never.

He goes invisible as soon as he turns a corner that's out of camera view.

Now Danny has to figure out where he is and outrun not only his father, but the strange furry that keeps following him.

@simplestoryteller

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #batman #bruce wayne #batman au #vivisection tw #danny does figure out he's in a different dimension and that's a different version of his dad eventually #but he really really can't bring himself to say “yeah an alternate you did this to me” to a guy so concerned about him #also he's embarrassed about decking the man #better to just keep running

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clueless1995 · 3 months

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what they don't tell you is that joy is real and it's stored in the tv shows

#mine #edit #list of shows in the replies!!#tw flashing #tw flashing lights #DO NOT. ASK WHERE WHATEVER SHOW YOU LIKE IS. MAKE YOUR OWN EDIT!!! THIS ONE IS MINE #i know i should tag some of the shows here but that feels so embarrassing #honestly this was so fun i should just make more dancing edits. i'll reuse the clips i dont care i'm having FUN

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tsireyqs · 1 year

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bae we fr need the stepdad jake fic!!!

dancing with our hands tied.

pairings: stepdad! jake sully x reader

warnings: smut (18+), a tiny little bit of degradation, vaginal fingering, age gap, dilf! jake!!!!, dark content, & stepcest. please please heed these warnings, my loves!

rough bark digs into your back as you lean into the tree. jake trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point as he goes down. lower and lower until his lips seal around your nipple, his thumb swirling around the other and you whine. catching your nipple in between his teeth, he bites down harshly before growling into your breasts. “keep quiet, girl.”

the bark leaves scratches along your back as you squirm under his touch. you knew your mother would question the marks tainting your skin, but you didn’t care. not when jake’s fingers dip in between your folds, gathering your arousal to circle your clit. your hands thread into his hair, clenching your legs together instinctively.

jake’s rough hands force your legs apart, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped marks into the fleshy part of your thighs. “you gotta keep those pretty legs open for me, babygirl,” his voice is muffled against your tummy. he kisses right below your belly button, sucking marks into your skin as he reaches the spot right above your clit.

your fingers dig into his scalp and you cry, “please, daddy. need you so bad it hurts,”

jake drops down to his knees, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. “my pretty girl’s so desperate for her daddy, huh? what do you need, sweetheart?” his head dips his lower, licking a broad stripe to your pussy and he groans against your heat at the taste of you. “my mouth?” he leaves trails of kisses to your thighs, his middle and ring finger prodding at your entrance. “or my fingers?” his slick-coated digits slip into you by the joints. he chuckles into your thigh when you tugs at his locks. “there ya’ go, need to get this pretty little pussy ready for my cock.”

your head lulls back into the tree as jake curls his fingers to you, his thumb rubbing languid circles into your clit. he stares up at you through his lashes and his pupils dilate when he watches your chest heave up and down. your teeth bite down on your lower lip hard to conceal your whines as his fingers slip in and out of your cunt so deliciously.

he abruptly pulls his fingers out of you when he feels you clench around him, your tail wrapping around his forearm to keep him against you. jake reaches up, his large hand wrapping around the circumference of your throat and he squeezes just enough to make you gasp. you couldn’t help the whine that escapes your lips when you feel the sudden emptiness.

“stupid girl, what did i say about being quiet? you’re gonna get us caught,” he hisses. his head tilts when your small hands wrap around his wrist, and he tsks, “you’d like that, huh? bet you’d love for everyone to see how filthy you are-- letting your daddy play with your pussy. what would your mother think? her precious daughter actin’ like a fuckin’ slut. imagine how disappointed she’ll be.”

your skin burns under his touch when he hefts you up to his waist, your ankles crossing at the small of his back as you wrap your legs around him. your hips roll into him and you mewl when you feel his length slip in between your folds, the head of his cock catching your clit as he teases you.

jake’s grip is harsh on your hips and his fangs scrape against your pulse point. “stay still,” his voice is clipped. your wrists fit into one of his hands as he grabs them and pins them above your head. “be good, little girl. or else you get nothing.”

nothing could have prepared you for the way he pistons his hips into you. all the air escapes your lungs as he barely gives you time to adjust to his cock and you squeal, your legs clenching tighter around his hips. his other hand finds its way back to your throat and he squeezes lightly as he fucks into you. the feeling of his balls hitting your ass at every thrust makes your pussy flutter around his length. “fuck, daddy. you’re so deep,” you babble out.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. he was practically rearranging your insides at this point, moving so deep inside your cunt. “just needed to be stuffed, huh? so full of daddy’s cock, takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he sinks his canines into your throat in between praises, “m’gonna cum in this sweet cunt, babygirl.”

jake’s hands cradle your face, making you look him in the eyes. the feeling was entirely too much. his hips move faster allowing his cock to drill into you. his hand keeps a bruising grip as he keeps your hands pinned above you. and the look in his eyes makes you squirm.

he tips your head down, forcing you to look down to where your bodies connect. the sight of your slick coating his pelvis and your inner thighs causes a shiver to roll down your spine. jake laughs when you jolt under him, “look at that, girl. watch as i fill you up with my cum.”

his words send you over the edge, the coil in your tummy diminishing as his cock paints your insides. your breath is erratic when you feel his fangs bite down on your collarbone. jake rocks his hips slowly into you now, your lids slid shut to savor the feeling of him inside you. your arms wrap around his shoulders loosely as he releases your wrists and you pant into his neck.

jake rubs soothing circles into your back when he gently pulls out of you, ignoring the whine that falls from your lips. his lips place a kiss on your sternum and he glides his fingers in between your legs. he gathers the cum that oozes out of you and pushes them back into your cunt, hooking his fingers into your sweet spot. your nails dig into his shoulder, “s’too much…”

“i know, sweet girl,” he hushes your cries and lets his thumb rub gently at your clit. “but i’m not quite done with ya’ yet.”

#jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #avatar #avatar smut #ari’s works!#uh coming back a few hours later and realizing i read the ask wrong #tw: dark content #AHAHAH #sorry sweet anon you got this instead #this is kinda embarrassing #ari’s mailbox 💌#tw: stepcest

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loverboybreakdowns · 1 year

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ppl will say “i hate being seen with you in public because you stand funny and wear your headphones all the time and talk too loud” and then get all defensive when you say thats ableist

#ppl being my sister #like explain to me again how thinking my visible autistic traits are inherently embarrassing is not ableist?#she also said that autistic people in general are annoying #again while getting upset when i said that was ableist #i even word it really carefully so she cant accuse me of saying that she is ableist #but no the girl is just aggressively against admitting she has any kind of bias at all ever #autism #actually autistic #autistic #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent #adhd #autism/adhd #actuallyautistic #actually adhd #neurodivergence #autistic experiences #tw ableism

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bakubunny · 5 months

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a/n: i’ve written daddy!shota plenty of times, but i’ve never written about how it might have happened. so here’s a hc dump? there’s a lil smutty drabble at the end.

if this isn’t your kind of thing, pls just scroll and ignore.

tw: f!reader, daddy kink (obv), ddlg, mentioned age play, d/s dynamics, pet names: baby, babygirl, sweetheart, good girl

totally blindsided the first time someone whined out a shaky “daddy” underneath him in his early twenties. almost busted instantly. he knew daddy kinks were a thing, but that was something people joked about, wasn’t it?… at least that’s what he knew. he also knew he needed to hear it again, but shoved the thought away as the life of an underground hero took hold.

kayama was the one who called him out on it jokingly when she snickered and threw out an offhand, “okay, daddy,” in response to his being demanding and she earned a nasty glare. she proceeded to do that for the next week, and every time, shota had half a mind to shove her face into any surface he could find and fuck the attitude out of her. but he never did.

got absolutely shitfaced with some friends and drunkenly confided in kamaya as uncomfortable as it was. he wanted answers, wanted to know that he wasn’t some disgusting perv, and if anyone could understand, it would be her. while much more crass than he liked on the matter, she still had compassion.

thanks to kayama, shota soon finds places on the internet where real people are involved in “ddlg,” and a comfort settles in his chest knowing that what’s in his head actually exists.

there’s something that makes his body run hot seeing real people in innocent, frilly clothes, printed, childish panties, maybe an oversized pacifier between their lips, snuggling with the cutest plushies he’s ever seen…. he’s not sure what to make of that, and it takes time for him to figure it out.

by the time you meet shota a few years later, he’s figured out most of his likes and dislikes, he thinks. he’s considered or been in a d/s dynamic once or twice, but most of his “daddy kink” experience falls into “something i like to hear in the bedroom.”

he’s pretty perceptive and picked up that you might be that kind of person long before it came up. it’s in the small things - the way you get flustered with certain nicknames or a particular tone of voice, how much you enjoy it when he’s forceful or takes control, the way he can almost watch your brain short circuit with certain phrases, with how he insists on taking care of you, etc.

he’s probably not gonna tell you until you bring it up or it happens naturally; yeah, he wants it, but until you push him, he’s not the type to demand what he wants out of sex (or in general) in a romantic relationship because that takes work… and because most sex doesn’t involve romantic relationships for him.

when it does come out, there’s plenty of discussion. he’s open with you for the most part because he doesn’t see a reason not to be. no matter how hesitant you might be, he’s unfazed by anything you bring up; he’s been around the internet enough that he’s at least seen the whole spectrum - everything from “daddy is a nickname” to 24/7 dynamics heavy on age play.

the first time you let it slip and call him daddy is probably in bed. he’s just fucking you that good. your head is spinning and fuzzy at the same time. your voice is muffled by pillows or maybe you’re tucked into the crook of his neck, biting into his sweatshirt. it’s soft, hardly intelligible; in fact, you were desperately hoping he hadn’t heard you at all.

but shota’s hearing is sharp, and he knows that what just left your mouth sure as shit was not “baby.”

so he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. “what’s that, sweetheart?”

“huh? n-nothin, jus’ feels go-” you’re cut off as your jaw drops and you moan.

shota angles his hips slightly, pounding harder into the spot that had you trembling and seeing white moments ago.

“c’mon babygirl, what did you call me?”

you whine. heat rushes to your cheeks. “no, sho st-stop, please,” you plead softly.

“if you wanna fucking cum, you’re gonna repeat what you said,” he growls. “you hear me?”

another hesitant whimper as you clench around his thick cock. shota grunts from the sensation and concedes, opting for a bit of encouragement.

his tone is soft and low. “i need it. let daddy hear you, baby.”

a shudder runs over your skin, your voice more akin to a broken sob. “fuck daddy, fuc-nngh, please don’t stop.”

shota’s heavy groan hits your skin as he pants, and you keen in response.

“that’s it. that’s my good girl, shit.” he presses soft, warm kisses into your skin. “say it again.”

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#this is way too real i’m so sorry #pls forgive me hori for i have sinned #need him like i need air #im blushing #embarrassed #unable to function #BYE #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #tw daddy kink #x reader #f!reader #💖#bakubunny

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wahgifs · 8 months

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5 STAR DOME TOUR 2023: NAGOYA DAY 2 | CIRCUS

#flashing tw #createskz #bystay #malegroupsnet #kpopco #boyidoledit #stray kids #skz #he stopped circus but was too embarrassed to do anything #😭❤️#i refused to sleep until i had gifed hj #don't ask me what time it is

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rinhaler · 7 months

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Can you do something like a mutual Masturbation with uncle!Nanami that leads to us having sex because he's so needy like he just NEEDS and CRAVES to be inside us.

-Very Much embarrassed Anon 🫂

pls don't tell me I'm the uncle nanami blog 😭 not my intention but im always happy to serve 🍽️

warnings: 18+, coercion, age gap, faux/incest (not clarified), use of 'uncle nanamin', m + f masturbation, tit sucking, praise, vaginal sex, creampie, squirting!!, implied virgin!reader, pussy spanks.

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“Gooood girl, just like that.” your uncle coos against your bare shoulder, looking down at where your thighs straddle his and your fingers play with your swollen, needy clit at his command. He grunts, quietly, as he jerks himself off to the sight. The scent of sex and want fills the room as do the sticky sounds of you touching yourselves and the agonising grunts of desperation knowing that this will have to be enough and it’s all that will ever be enough.

“L-Love y— I love you. Uncle Nanamin—!” you manage to stutter out. Passion consuming you as your clit throbs desperately to be allowed to cum. The loving praise from Nanami is more than enough to topple you over that greedy edge, but eager fingers keep toying and playing and aching as you want nothing more than to cum for him.

He carefully moves your arm so that you’re clinging onto his shoulder for balance. Your hips rock against his thigh, the muscles and ridges forcing you to beg for forgiveness as you climb closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Nanami won’t stop you, though, he loves you too much for that. He uses his free hand to guide your tit to his lips, suctioning around your hardened nipple as he continues to stroke his cock with ardour.

You cum, messily. Pussy gushing all over his leg and dripping down onto the floor below. He gasps, beguiled. Eyes filled with a hunger you’ve never seen before. He didn’t know you could do that. You didn’t know you could do that, either.

Maybe you just love him that much.

Your love for Uncle Nanamin is cascading from your cunt because you can’t keep it all in. Not when you so seldom get time alone with him like this. You’re always missing him when he’s away on business trips and when you do have time together your family is nearby. But now, it’s just you two. And you want to be perfect for him.

With a performance like that, though, he couldn’t see you as anything but a perfect angel.

“Did that feel good, sweetheart? You’re shaking… poor thing.” he mumbles with purpose against your skin. Each word surging to your throbbing bead and desperate to have more. You want to cum again. You look pathetic as your hand flies to your sex and your rubbing hurriedly again just so you can hear him say more sweet words to you and make you feel oh so special. “Stay right there.” he orders you, calmly, and it sounds more like a request.

You can barely put up a fight as he moves you carefully. Your legs no longer straddling his leg, just his waist and he takes it upon himself to distract you by sucking at your raised nipple once again.

“I’m sorry, princess, I shouldn’t be doing this…” he says quietly as he lines up his cockhead with your tight virgin slot, kissing your exposed skin again and again as he tries to ease himself in. “She’s made for me, yeah? Ohhhhh — fuck — you’re so tight. Such a good girl f’me…”

“Ah.. aaah—!” you moan and hiss ever so slightly as you feel his heavy shaft split open your untouched walls. You shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right. But you can’t possibly begin to care when your favourite uncle is giving you so much attention. So much love and so much of him.

He moves you like you’re nothing. Holding your sides and lifting you up and down slowly again and again as he alternates between kissing your skin and your supple tits. It gets easier. With each and every pummel of his tip against your soft, spongy spot it gets so much fucking easier. He covers your mouth as your moans become unruly.

“Sh… sh sh shhhh, princess… as pretty as you sound you can’t be too noisy, or you’ll get in so much trouble.” he reminds you. Tears spill from your eyes and run down his large, veiny hand. “Messy girl. Drooling and crying all over my hand, s’cute.” he grins.

You feel weightless as he uses you like you’re a doll. His perfect little doll made to take him in every sense of the word. You yelp against his suffocating palm when you feel his free hand come down and lightly spank your clit.

“What about her? Is she gonna be a messy girl for me?” he moans, feeling himself getting so close to spilling his seed inside of you. You shiver, his sloppy kisses leaving behind trails of spit that cool your body with every thrust. “I want to make a mess of you, sweetheart. Please… please let me.” he begs. You’ve never heard him like this. So desperate and needy and pleading for you to give him the answer he so craves.

“A-Anything—” you start, your head lolling back as you lose all composure. “Wan’ you to f-feel good, Uncle N-Nanamin!” you tell him.

With a few more desperate frenzied thrusts and delicate rubs of your sensitive core, you cum harder than you ever have before using your tiny fingers. He can’t help but admire the way you cream for him. Clear liquid shoots from your cunt and makes a mess of yourself, your uncle, and the bed beneath. And he can barely admire it, the sight being too much for him as he follows you into your high. You feel your insides turn warm as his cum fills your body.

His chest rises and falls dramatically as he fucks all he can into your cunt, but he can’t deny you as your face searches eagerly for his. You need to feel his lips on yours and he reciprocates instantly, wanting to assure you that you’re loved and he’s proud. You’re always such a perfect girl for him, his sweet angel.

He’s usually so coolheaded. Always in control and knows how to handle his wants and desires. But when it comes to you, he’s hopeless. How could he resist his cute little niece? Always so eager to please and keen to be with him. You’ve always been so affectionate and loving with him. So he had to have you.

And you have to give him anything he wants. Because you love your Uncle Nanamin.

#💌 — luxe mail #📨 — requests #Very Much embarrassed Anon 🫂#nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami x you #kento nanami x you #kento nanami smut #jjk smut #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #tw coercion #tw age gap #tw:incest #tw praise

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captainhysunstuff · 9 months

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I think about that phone call interruption a lot. The boys were having a moment, and Watari wasn't having any of it.

#I mean come on. It's the one of the oldest romantic moment interruption tropes in the book #drawn by me #my fancomic #Death Note #lawlight #Watari #Quillish Wammy #L #Light Yagami #that damn foot rub #L was totally extending an invitation for last minute now or never saucy shenanigans #I still can't believe they got away with it~ XD #tw: language #tw: suggestive implications #sad wet boys #now embarrassed wet boys~

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bisexualfbiagents · 8 months

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Actually, all I ever wanted in life was to be left alone. Don't we all? So just my luck that I'd eventually become an alien abductee. Now I'm never alone.

CELEBRATING 30 YEARS OF THE X FILES Day 5: Favorite Arc Part Two ➤ The Suspicious Crash of Flight 549 from Tempus Fugit (4.17) and Max (4.18)

#the x files #txf #txfedit #xf30th #xfiles #xfilesnet #dailytxf #4x18 #fox mulder #dana scully #max fenig #flashing tw #coloring this set aka my 13th reason #at some point i had to just give up #recovering perfectionists hello!!!#feelin a little goofy for not doing like an actual arc but that's the fun here right? that feeling of vulnerability when being creative?#maybe the creative process is being in a constant state of feeling embarrassed and then one day it just fades away #who knows!!#mine

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gaydexvocaloid · 4 months

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so there’s this game…… .. …

#dead plate #wip #dead plate vincent #dead plate rody #i binged the whole game last night and i am in love ..#here’s a ?secret? i’m a sucker for indie horror games #they’re my bread and butter #this one has got toxic yaoi and i am all for it #i don’t usually draw stuff like this so uh #idk i’m still embarrassed when i draw creepy or quote on quote edgy art for some reason #first non vocaloid related piece in so long my god #dw alotta vocaloid is on the way #tw uncomfortable #tw cannibalism #SORRY IF THESE ARENT CORRECT TAGS PLS TELL ME IF I SHOULD ADD OTHERS

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fuck-customers · 5 months

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When the chip readers for credit cards first started rolling out at the place I worked, there was a glitch where if the customer took the card out before it was done, the entire register system would freeze. I always, ALWAYS, told the customers “Put your chip in and don’t take it out until you hear the machine beep, otherwise it could freeze the system and we will have to start the transaction over/wait/etc.” We also only had three check-out registers, and two customer service registers.

Gentleman comes up to purchase his electronic. Puts chip in. I explain the way I always do. He takes the card out before it’s done. System freeze. He apologizes, and I reiterate that if he takes his card out before it’s fine the system will freeze. We move to another register while the first one reboots. He puts his card in. I tell him again not to take it out till it beeps. Again, he takes it out before. Second register is now frozen and has to reboot. When we moved to the third register, I asked him to hand me the card so I could perform the transaction myself. Idk if he was being malicious with his incompetence but he got REALLY pissy when I told him not to touch his card and that I would take it out for him. He asked for a manager. When the manager came over he literally told the customer “You’ve cause two registers to be down because you didn’t listen to instructions. I’m sorry but what else did you expect?”

One of the rare moments where management took my side.

#call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck customers #fuck retail #happy ending #trigger warning #embarrassing #fuck co-workers #retail justice #retail law #submissions #tw:#server problems #fuck managers #cashier problems #tw

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r-truth · 4 months

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#im going to so regret posting these lmaooooo #listen. i watch wrestling for the plot. the plot: punk's selling #there's an art to taking a beating (especially at the hands of orton) and punk does it so well im obsessed. obsessed.#hope these dont show up on the tag #im embarrassed ! but i gotta tag the wrestlers bc Blacklist <3 #flashing tw #these are FOR ME #cm punk #randy orton #*#*orton #*punk

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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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Hello there again! Got another thought to share!

What or how does being territorial look like on BOTH of them? (Territorial is protecting what’s already yours; whereas, jealousy is WISHING to possess what isn’t.) Now hear me out on this; this is for AFTER she finally admits she loves him & is now just living her life with him so happily as his precious & beloved wife while she’s finally and openly is treating and loving him as her dearly loved husband after getting over the “expectations” she thought she needed to uphold.

With Konig, how does he react/behave/or even think when he notices that other men are ogling his sweet & pretty wife? Does he go into a silent but terrifying rage? Does he get more “handsy” with her to publicly show she’s completely OFF LIMITS? (Like he gentle but steadily keeps a hand at her waist while keeping her tucked at his side while slyly side-eyeing the offender(s) with a look of “don’t even think about it/I’ll kill you.”) Would it be worst or better for him when he realizes that his precious wife DOESN’T even notice the attention other men are putting on her because ALL she can see now is her beloved Konig because other men just CAN’T compare to him? (She now has tunnel vision on him only because other men aren’t even a blimp on her attention radar.) Example: like when they go to into town to shop for whatever reason or even to look at the catalogs for his wife to see about what next nice things she can ask him to buy for there home, only while she’s so busy/distracted going through the catalogs that she doesn’t notice another man is eyeing her & coming closer to her who wants to try to get her attention (stupid man either ignores or doesn’t notice Konig’s beautiful ring on her finger). Only before the poor idiot can even get close to her, here comes Konig pulling the breaks on him intentions & scaring the crap out the idiot away from his wife; all the while she’s busy in her own little situation of shopping.

Or how about with her? After finally admitting to herself & him that she heads-over-heels in love with him, how would she react if she ever noticed that another woman actually finds her husband attractive & actually tried to grab for his attention? Like would she see her as a threat trying to steal her lover from her? Because she cares more about having his love for her being stolen by a potential home-wrecker hoe then the lifestyle she has with him (she found her happily ever after and she’s NOT gonna let another woman steal it from her). Would wifey actually get possessive over him? Would she jab passive-aggressive remarks to the shameless cunt trying to get her husband’s attention? How would she react if she actually notices that her husband is completely oblivious to the attention another woman is giving him (like because since no other woman can hold his attention the woman’s flirting completely goes over his head & he just thinks this woman is being overly friendly with him)? *LE GASP!* 😱 Would WIFEY for ONCE get handsy with HIM?! Like she’s so ANGRY at the situation that this shameless bitch is trying to steal her husband right in front of her, that she doesn’t even care that they’re in public, and actually wraps her arms around his waist to possessively hug him and actually slyly keeps her hands on his ass while giving the hoe a serious look that states “You see this I’m holding? ALL of this is MINE! If you don’t back off, I might actually have to kill you.” (Would Konig go blue screen from her getting handsy with him for once?) Because although he’s tall with an European background, has an accent & is a bit awkward that made him unpopular in most social situations; she finally realizes that there ARE actual others out there who DO get attracted to those traits that her husband has. (Guilty bitch right here 🙋🏻‍♀️; tall guys with accents who just happen to be great lovers are a weakness for me!🤷🏻‍♀️) How would Konig react when he finally realizes that his wife was acting as she did because she didn’t like that another woman was trying to get his attention? Would he feel so honored & blessed that his wife will fight for him? Or would that just make him super horny that he wants to plow her as a thank you for loving him so much?

Basically would both go into a “I will kill you” state of mind if someone drew unwanted attention on their spouse? Like below.

The reason why this is such an endearing imagine is that, to my knowledge, any kind of PDA was abhorred as scandalous during this era!

Even König has to keep his hands off if he wants to avoid shocked gasps and excited whispers, and truth be told, he doesn’t give a shit about those. But what he does give a shit about is not disappointing his beloved... Grabbing her waist borders on treating her like some common whore, so as much as she loves it when he does that, as much as König’s hands ITCH to get a little “gropey” in public, all they can do is act decent and docile, like a married couple just strolling through town 🙄

The same applies to her: even if they’re married and in love, she can’t just drape herself all over him even if she wants to :( She’s too proud with her reputation, appearances and such. She was taught to be a lady, and even if she rides him like a horse at night or lifts her skirts for him like she’s just an animal to be bred, she’s going to be in her most ladylike demeanour when they’re in public! She puts her gloves on, her nose up, deals out distant looks and cultured, pretty speeches – unless she’s looking at or talking to her husband, oh, um, well. Anyone can see this lady is neck deep in love and would do anything to get him to touch her... What a horrible flirt, using God’s gift of marriage for such lustful activities! And her husband is even worse… He’s probably corrupted this poor little thing, trying to act all snobby in the frontier; one can only imagine how these two are like when no one can see, probably like animals, yes!

But even our pompous little lady can get riled up if she sees someone flirting with her husband... And it’s so funny because other women are simply air to König, the only pair of lovely eyes he sees is hers. He wants her attention and love like a man dying of thirst even if he now has it and then some more. And she has it no better: his love and worship are like the daily bread for her now. Other men have looked like boys compared to König ever since she stood on that altar next to him... She lied to herself for so long that she wanted a cultured, civilised man. That manly traits would, of course, be more than welcome, but that she didn’t want some rough creature to live with… And then fooled herself into thinking that that’s not exactly who she’s writing to when she entered correspondence with this man. When she stepped out of that train and saw this hulking beast of a man, speaking with a foreign accent and looking at her like a piece of meat and angel feathers, she still foolishly thought that she was not into men like him.

But now that she has made peace with herself, her mind is more at ease and she can enjoy him to the full. She waits for their nightly activities like it’s Judgment Day and she gets to ascend to heaven, she even bathes with him sometimes, too starved to feel how those strong arms wrap around her when she demurely enters the tub... But seeing that there are other women, most of them very unladylike, who look at her husband with the same eyes she looks at him in the bedroom – that will just not do!

Things go so far with one woman who must be a courtesan of some sort, that she actually flits across the street, looking like an angry little cupcake in that new dress König got her, and slaps her. With her gloves on, of course, she wouldn’t want to dirty herself with the likes of this “lady”!

König has been oblivious to this woman’s attempts to flirt and is only shocked to find that his little lady is so upset about something, she never slapped him even if he was being rude and needy and far from a gentleman, so whatever crime this woman has done to his wife must be horrible! She refuses to talk about it and just leaves this saloon lady laughing and rubbing her cheek as they hurry back home; nothing he does or says makes her confess why she hit her.

She’s all pouty for the rest of the evening, eyeing him like this is all his fault, all in all looks like a cat who has burned her paws on a hot stove and has then been thrown to an ice cold river :( She’s so adorable he can’t keep his hands off, he wishes she would just tell him what stone has found its way in her tiny little shoe now, see if he could fix it... His pet name for her seems so very fitting now, she’s like a princess whose subjects have betrayed her trust, his poor little queen is in a foul mood all evening and even more so when he starts to slowly take off her dress.

It seems she’s just in need of a good fuck, and he’s become an expert in that with her; why not let him unlace her corset? He’s not as clumsy as he was, hmm...?

She melts in his arms slowly like a small, adorable ice cube, and after she has had her fill of his cock, moaned and mewed and clenched around it until they’re both just a sweaty heap of limbs on the bed, she finally sniffles and tells him what the problem is.

When he can’t stifle his smile, and then the bubbling laughter in his chest, she gives him a very nasty look, a look that could kill.

His poor princess was just jealous… What else can he do but smile? Does this mean that she loves him?? :)

#mail order bride #gold rush au #König would be so awful when jealous tbh #he would just start a ruckus and embarrass her #cue her running back home to pout again #all of these scenarios end in König fucking it better lol #tw: long post #long post

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