Uhm??? HELPPP?????

"homosexuality is unnatural! there's only two genders! it's a sin-"

I'm sorry, have you seen NATURE???

and there's so many more species than this that exhibit homosexuality, varying genders, etc. SO! MANY!

it's very much a natural thing. it always has been. unfortunately, while homosexuality is found in many species, homophobia is only found in one

C*ck Therapy

Therapist Steven Grant x patient!camgirl!female reader

Warnings: 18+, taboo relationship, therapist-patient sexual relations, c*ck warming, p in v, unprotected, mentions of cam girl activities, mentions of masturbation, mentions of oral (f rec), umm.. how else do I tag this. Brat taming Steven.

Just 1.8k words of horniness I’m sorry. Beta’d by the lovely @melodygatesauthor

“I’m not moving until you tell me what’s got you so angry, love,” he said while gripping your hips down onto his, not letting you roll them the way you longed to.

See, Steven used to be your therapist. He used to be your kind, respectful, and attentive therapist for about 4 months but that quickly changed when you decided to divulge your secondary income source – your premium content. Subscription based content. Adult modeling. Your camgirl side hustle. Whatever you wanted to call it.

He didn’t take the information as well as you were hoping, stuttering and blushing and not meeting your eyes, and you felt uncomfortable, thinking he was judging you for it. In actuality, Steven had found your profile a few weeks prior to your confession, and couldn’t help but palm himself to your entire content library. He’d never come harder than he had on the first night he stumbled upon one of your videos. It wasn’t long before he became addicted to the way you fell apart on camera.

He knew it was wrong, he knew it was probably against some rule about him being your therapist but he couldn’t help it. You were so intelligent in your sessions with him, always providing great insight on your own issues. You were one of his favourite patients. He was really happy with the progress you were making, and well… Steven couldn’t deny that you were beautiful. He was sure you were well aware of your beauty, so he never fancied himself someone you’d find attractive, especially considering the nature of your relationship. It was sort of forbidden. No, it was forbidden. The guilt didn’t stop him from subscribing to you though.

In your sessions, he never made you feel uncomfortable, he never gave away that he knew about your secret side gig, and he honestly wanted to help you. Steven was genuine in his career, he loved listening to you open up to him. He didn’t think his guilty addiction to you was hindering your growth until you mentioned your videos and apparently it showed on his face. He began stumbling over his words, trying desperately to explain that he wasn’t judging you. When you told him he was making a ‘cringe face’, he was forced to admit that he was actually cringing at himself, not at you. It was a painful few moments for you both.

Long story short, he couldn’t keep seeing you in his office, and decided some private sessions in his home were more appropriate. They usually started off with him bending you over the couch and then asking you how your day went as he righted your clothing, or kissing you messily the second you walked through the door, only to ravenously eat you out on the closest surface he could find. He was insatiable. Half your sessions were him just whining and whimpering about how delicious you were and how he couldn’t believe you were really letting him do this to you. Steven still let you talk, still listened to your issues and still tried to therapize you. It was just after he fucked your brains out.

You came over with an attitude today, irritated by external factors and you were looking forward to Steven fucking it out of your system. When you tried to initiate it with him, to get him to give you what you needed, he pulled back to look at you in concern. He offered to talk first, and you got angry and scoffed in his face, ripping yourself from his grasp. He conceded, telling you to take your frustrations out on him as he sat on the couch you usually laid down on in your sessions, patting his thighs in invitation. You were supposed to ride him, putting all your energy into it and watching his brows furrow as he watched his length disappear inside you again and again.

Today, he was hell-bent on you cockwarming him, claiming it was supposed to get you talking quicker but you were highly doubting the validity of his statement with the way his cock was twitching inside you every few minutes. Your slick was coating your thighs and the hairs at the base of his member, flowing more freely the longer he sat unmoving inside your hot channel. Infuriatingly, he held your hips down with his impossible strength, looking up at you with those sweet brown eyes of his as he repeated his question. Shit, what was the question?

“Hmmm?” you managed, after another unsuccessful attempt at rolling your hips.

“I said, what’s got you so angry today, love? Talk to me. I’ll make it worth it, I promise, but first you have to be good and tell me what’s wrong,” he urged, nudging your chin with his shapely nose.

You had inhale deeply, your breathlessness making it hard for you to speak. God, he really was so thick, wasn’t he? He was filling you up so perfectly, stretching you out at this angle and you had to close your eyes to even think about what you were going to say.

“That girl at work… the one I told you about who leaves all her shit for me to clean up after her shift–”

“Mhmm, keep talking, love,” the vibrations from his chest felt like an electric shock through your body, your back arching at the sensations.

“Ahhh, she-she made a mistake, and blamed me… and, and then I got reamed out by my stupid manager,” you were close to crying now, the anger subsiding slowly, and the feeling of being denied by Steven taking over.

“Ohh, sweetheart, s’not right, is it?” He brushed your hair back and rubbed your cheekbone with his thumb, and you couldn’t help but lean into his palm like a cat needing affection. “S’not your fault. Tell you what, maybe you should quit.”

“Maybe you should fuck me, come on, Steven, just–just make it go away, I need you,” you were whining pathetically, ready to let your fists land on his chest in a rage.

Steven tutted at you. He tutted, like you were a petulant child, like you were just having a tantrum, like a teacher gently disciplining a student, not like you were sitting on his cock, leaking all over him and the couch, staining the taupe suede material with your juices. Leaning forward to softly mouth at your neck, he whispers against it and lets his lips graze your skin.

“I wouldn’t be a good therapist if I didn’t let you talk about it first, would I? That’s not very ‘healing comes from within’ of me,” he laughed at the end of it, his hot breath burning you even further.

Oh, you hate him. You tightened your core when he laughed against you, the rumbling causing his cock to shift slightly and you let out a soft moan at the smallest amount of friction it granted you, and he unwillingly thrust upwards at the feeling. Oh, you knew how to get back at him.

Clenching around him again, you wait for his reaction as your lips touch the shell of his ear, whimpering, as he garbled out a choked out groan against your neck. Steven’s hips unwittingly thrust upwards again, knocking into your cervix just that small amount, enough to make you dig your nails into his shoulders where your hands were resting. You were both moaning now, and you think you can tease him like this until he finally gave in and fucked you from under you. You needed him to, therapy be damned.

Dragging your hands up into his hair, he shuddered when your nails scraped across his scalp. He licked his lips, the edge of his tongue grazing your neck before he pulled back to look into your eyes and the previous soft look he was giving you was gone, replaced with a heady look, eyelids low as his mouth was open and panting.

“No, but considering that you’re inside me right now, I’d say you’re halfway there,” you gasp as his hand shifts down to your ass, squeezing, fingers splayed wide and pulling at the flesh there.

You lean more into his chest, your breasts pressing into him now, his mouth sitting just so, dipping down to mouth at them through your top. Steven’s control was slowly slipping, his idea failing spectacularly as he pulled your hips to roll and grind on his. You squeezed your muscles around his thick and throbbing cock again, trying to entice him to pull out to the tip and buck up into you like you wished he would. You were gripping him so tight, and your slick was more than enough to make his movements smooth and yet Steven was holding back from giving you his all, his logic lost on you.

“Steven, please, I’m sorry for being short with you, I’m sorry, okay? Please just–”

You were cut off from your helpless begging when he decided he’d had enough, that you had suffered enough, that you learnt your lesson and that the anger you walked in with was gone, along with his restraint. Steven gripped your ass even tighter, his fingers pressing divots into your skin as he thrust up into you mercilessly, bouncing you on his length as you cried out for him.

His hands were squeezing you, keeping you wide open for him as he rendered you incoherent, pathetic moans and whines leaving you. With your mouth still close to his ear, your noises began spurring him on as he grunted with each pass of his cock into your hot cunt, desperate to reach his end. Your hands began bunching his blazer lapels, angry in the back of your head that he didn’t even take off his jacket when he sat you on his thick shaft. Your soft walls began fluttering around him, signaling that you were almost reaching your end, his relentless teasing having caught up with you now, hurtling you towards the edge quicker.

“Ohh, ffffuck, Steven I’m gonna–gonna come, yes,” you shouted, so close to your euphoria that you were desperate to reach. The way his cock was punching up into your cervix was just perfect, his smell overwhelming you, his hands squeezing you just right, everything was leading to this and you couldn’t help but whine when his thumb swiped at your clit once, twice–

You were coming hard.

His grunts and groans were muffled into your chest, his thrusts getting sloppy while he chased his own release, pulling your hips down to his so hard it almost hurt. Steven bucked his hips one final time before you felt the telltale pulsing inside of you, the warmth of his cum slowly trickling out from where you were still sheathed around him. He pulled back to look at it with brows raised, almost impressed at his own mess while still catching his breath.

“How are you feeling now, love? Still angry at me?”

“I wasn’t angry at you, Steven,” you sigh dazedly, shaking your head at him. “Silly man. But to answer your question, I’m feeling much better now that you’re done torturing me.”

@nkogneatho MY GOD HE'S SO ICKY...*reblogs*

Warnings: NSFW🔞, somnophilia, cum eating, non con, age gap (Toji is mid 40s reader is early 20s) just a drabble

Toji’s large figure looms in the doorway of his son’s room, his eyes are locked onto you, Megumi’s best friend, as you sleep peacefully on the floor.

Minutes pass and in the eyes of anyone on the outside looking in, Toji’s shadow would look terrifying in the doorway considering how large he is. Staring blankly at the sweet, kind, naive sleeping college girl who’s supposed to be under his protection and care certainly doesn’t help his case.

Before he knows it, he’s taking steps over Megumi’s video games sprawled out that you guys were playing previously and ending up right beside your makeshift bed on the floor. He’s so close that his toes make contact with the blanket you have messily thrown over you.

Toji hadn’t gotten off with another human present since Megumi was born, always busy with work. When he wasn’t at work, his priorities would lie in popping open a beer and relaxing by the tv until he’d fall asleep snoring at eight pm sharp like his old man used to.

Pent up Toji just can’t resist, he kneels beside you and his cock jumps right to life as he gently peels your blanket down just below your crotch.

He lets out a breathy ‘phew’ in more of a breath than the actual word, your naivety and trust is abundantly obvious. He’s more so in disbelief at your lack of defensive awareness than he is reacting to how pleasing the sight is.

You’re wearing the smallest shorts he’s ever seen that clearly outline your pussy and your thigh indents that connect your pussy to your legs. Your little black panties are poking out. Your large shirt is Megumi’s and it’s much too large to stay on your body properly through the night, it’s already ridden up just below your breasts, showing off your entire tummy as it rises and falls gently.

“God, you stupid girl,” he sighs almost pitifully with a judgmental look. His natural expression is pretty judgmental but this look is a bit more than that.

You’re a young college girl. Toji thought women of this generation were more aware of their bodies and the way men could be—more so than in his time, when women would walk home alone with their defenses down without a care in the world. But here you are, blissfully ignorant and trusting as you sleep under an older man’s roof.

You’re a sweet girl, you use manners more than any kid he’s ever witnessed and you always offer to help around the house when Megumi has too many snot nosed kids over who make a mess wherever they go. You’ve been coming around for years, having been friends with Megumi for so long and apparently apt to stay anywhere but your own house. You’re one of the only kids Megumi has over that he doesn’t mind having in his house, eating his money for every breakfast and dinner.

But maybe you shouldn’t have felt so safe in his home because Toji looks down at you with his tongue tracing his bottom lip in concentration as he straddles your shoulders and pulls his cock out of his sweatpants.

Megumi’s always been a deep sleeper and you’re even worse but Toji still tries to keep the volume to a minimum as he adjusts his position as to get comfortable with his veiny cock bobbing above your face. He mutters ‘here we go’ as he gets into position, as if straddling a horse.

You’re a drooler, lips parted slightly with spit running down your cheek as you dream. Toji lets out a throaty breath as he collects the drool with his tip to smear across your lips. You don’t even stir.

The feeling of your soft lips against his sensitive head is enough for Toji to grow impatient. He braces his hands onto the floor and hovers over your face as if he’s in missionary position and your mouth is exactly where a pussy should be.

One last look up at his son and his surroundings to make sure everything is still asleep, unaware, and quiet is enough for him to throw any remaining caution to the wind.

One by one, he drops his arms down to rest on his forearms as to be more comfortable before moving his gaze down to watch as his hips rise and his tip bobs softly before settling right on your bottom lip.

Toji makes a move to push inside of you but misses and instead smears the side of his cock against your cheek. You’re blissfully asleep, not even reacting to the touch and that’s enough for Toji to feel like you were made for this.

He bites his lower lip in concentration as he lifts his hips once again and aims. Your soft breath tickles his dripping slit.

“C’mon now,” Toji mutters to himself, “right there.”

This time when Toji thrusts with a low and steady hum, his soft tip enters, pushing open and past your teeth and lips and into the wet, heated inside of your mouth. “Good, open. open,” he grunts on the way in.

But nothing could have prepared Toji for the suction your mouth immediately begins to inflict on him. He’s only got the head inside and it’s like a suction cup the way your instinct is to suck it in and suckle on it like it’s a nipple.

“Fuck,” toji grits out in surprise, hands making tight fists as the sound of wet suckling plays from your lips, “fuckin hurts, Jesus Christ.”

He isn’t even moving but you’re just sucking on his tip like a popsicle that’ll squirt gooey yumminess if you suck hard enough.

Seasoned, old man Toji can’t even handle the feeling, it’s too harsh, despite being extremely pleasurable at the same time. He tries to grit his teeth and endure it but he finds himself instinctively lifting his hips in attempt to pull out.

He curses harshly when you and your mouth just come with him. Your head lifts with his cock like you’re stuck to it, all the while you continue to suckle on it over and over.

“Goddamnit, looks like I caught a fucking— shit!— a fish,” Toji groans, barely able to make his stupid joke because of the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure.

He moves his hips back and forth the smallest bit as to get you off, abs turning in as his back curves. He watches as you simply groan in your sleep at the movement and continue on. Toji hisses at the aggressive pull of it all and finally gives up, sighing and pushing back down as to let your head rest on the pillow once again.

His eyes clench down and his toes curl as he simply allows you to vacuum him in over and over, focusing on the way your tongue constricts and moves against the underside of his head as your mouth goes through the motions of suckling.

He has no choice, Toji simply says fuck it and his toes curl as he pushes in deeper, feeding inches of his cock into your tight wet suctioned hole. “Take some more then, fuckin suck on more,” he hisses out, one of his fists lifting and hitting against the floor once in attempt to cope.

Toji’s in disbelief as you take half of him inside, his tip now making contact with the back of your throat, and yet you still continue to suckle. He can hear the difficulty of breathing in your breath and the way your throat struggles to open wider as to breathe with the new inches but you still don’t seem to wake up or stir.

Cumming within minutes has never been a problem for Toji, maybe when he was younger but even then, he’s always had stamina. But something about using you as you sleep and the hard suckling your body is instinctively doing the minute something enters your mouth is all too much. He can feel an orgasm coming as his balls rise.

Maybe it’s a pride thing and he doesn’t want to cum without even moving inside of you, maybe he’s just horny but the next thing he knows, he’s thrusting into your mouth in small doses with a deep ‘ah’ with every rut. He’s basically just nudging your throat and increasing the amount of suction because your lips just won’t let up. Your head rises off of the floor with his dick, refusing to let go everytime he pulls back too much. But that doesn’t stop him from continuing to fuck your face as much as your suckling mouth will allow.

“God, you want it so fucking— ngh— bad. Gonna feed you all my milk, don’t worry,” he groans out, almost in frustration. His dick is growing sore from your abuse but it feels just as good. “Be fucking patient.”

Although Toji’s mind is hazy, he can still acknowledge that he can’t just cum in your mouth and potentially choke you to death. He should pull out, cum on his own hand like the pathetic man he is and leave you to sleep for the rest of the night, having caused enough harm already— but he just can’t.

Your suckling is almost mean, and he isn’t even sure if you’ll let him go if he tries to pull out. So with one hard thrust, Toji apologizes to you in a deep grunt, and he mounts your face until his balls are on your chin and you’re gurgling. His entire cock is in your throat, slid all the way down and he can feel it begin to convulse, fighting desperately to breathe.

“Cumming. cumming, sorry, kid.” Toji groans as he begins to fuck your constricting throat, again not pulling out really at all, but simply pushing deeper over and over again until cum finally spurts out and enters your esophagus without even touching your throat or mouth.

“Here you go,” Toji sighs, all of his weight on your face as cum continues to expend out of his tip intermittently. He’s aware he’s suffocating you and your body is twitching behind him, but he thinks you can handle a few minutes while he inserts his sperm into your body.

Finally, Toji’s orgasm wanes and he lets out a deep breath, the type of sigh an old man makes as he stands and his knees crack and back pulls. He gently pulls out of your throat and thankfully, you don’t latch on again. “Good girl, no more sucky.” He almost chuckles at the sight of your body immediately gasping for air instead of suckling him back in.

He’s quick to get off of your face and tuck himself back in, licking his lips as he does so in a slight rush.

Then he’s kneeling beside you once again as he grabs your chin and moves your face side to side to make sure you’re breathing and okay before rubbing the top of your head briefly. “Thanks, kid. Mouth feels real nice.”

He’s about to stand and leave but with a cocked brow, he curiously uses one finger to push the very tip into your mouth and jumps in surprise when you latch onto it and suckle.

“Jesus,” he breathes, still a bit shocked by the scare, “you didn’t get enough time with mommy, huh?”

Toji cackles at his own joke and eyes you in a mix of awe and curiosity as you suckle on it.

Just like with his cock, it’s painful how hard you suck, he can feel the blood pushing to the tip of his finger.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Toji grunts, pulling his finger out with a wince. He rubs his finger as you whine in your sleep, likely subconsciously growing irritated at the amount of stimulation being inflicted on you.

Toji takes that as his cue and leaves, closing the door softly as if he wasn’t just balls deep inside of your throat.

The next morning, Toji’s leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, watching the news on the tv in the living room from there. You and Megumi groggily eat the breakfast Toji made for you at the island.

You cough and choke a bit on your pancakes and quickly drink some of your orange juice before taking a deep breath and running a hand through your hair. Toji doesn’t bat an eye, much too tired and an old grumpy man to think much on it this early in the morning.

“You okay?” Megumi questions you tiredly before taking a bite out of his bacon.

You nod and hum, coughing a bit when using your vocal cords.

“My throat’s kinda sore,” you shrug, a hand massaging your throat lightly.

Toji’s eyes flick at you briefly and quickly before returning to the tv.

“Do you feel sick?” Megumi asks, more of his attention on you now that you’ve expressed discomfort.

“Eh,” you say casually, “not really.”

Megumi hums and lets it go without much more he can add to the conversation.

“It really bothering you?” Toji asks you in his naturally laid back manner, tone harsh like always.

“Oh, no,” you immediately take on a polite tone when addressing your best friends father, “don’t worry about it. I’m fine, im sure it’ll pass.”

Toji grunts in affirmation before turning and grabbing something from a cabinet.

He approaches the opposite end of the island where you and Megumi are sat and offers you a lollipop.

“‘S not medicine but might help,” Toji shrugs and takes a sip of his black coffee.

Your eyes flick up to him quickly before you accept the lollipop with a kind smile. “Thanks, Mr. Fushiguro.”

He huffs silently to himself at the title you’ve given him as he moves back to his position leaning against the kitchen counter with his coffee.

Toji goes back to watching the news but his focus is all on his peripherals where you’re unwrapping the paper and happily latching onto the poor lollipop. The minute it’s sucked into your mouth, his cock aches in remembrance of the pain but twitches in pleasure and grows a few inches at the same time.

You’re a good kid and he knows that, but now Toji’s gonna use you as his own personal face fucking glory hole until he can’t anymore.

—-

Was just thinking about how Toji seems like his first choice is always a blowjob

i jus fainted

· · Just in: Kento Nanami isn’t tolerating his young hot neighbor party habits, here’s what he has to say · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live from Kento Nanami and Next door neighbor!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : smut, Nanami is a hard!dom, hair pulling, creampie, fucked through orgasm, pet names( stupid bunny, slut, etc.), degradation is big time here, bed breaking( not just the head board), breeding kink, Nanami talks about getting you pregnant, hardcore, reader is mind fucked, Nanami is pussy drunk, reader is dick drunk, fluids( cream, squirting, drool), if I’m missing anything let me know WC: 1,081

MDNI, 18+

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from salaciousdoll: Please do note this was just to poke and have fun, it’s not gonna be perfect so don’t expect it. Anyways, hope you all enjoy my 35 min writing and yes I know this troupe and idea been used a thousands times, act like it hasn’t 😭 Nanami ass may be ooc here, idk.

Nanami always kept his eyes out for the new neighbor who threw parties with mountains of people coming in and out. He was pretty tired of the parties you throw even if you never introduced yourself to any one of your neighbors. You were young and everyone in this neighborhood was either stepping into their 30s or older than that. Only reason he knew you were young was because of how often he’ll see you leave and come in with different boys and girls.

The parties you threw were rowdy and full on project x type beat except without trashing your house. Nanami would be sleep and all he would hear is screams, music, and even the sound of fucking near his window. It’s like you didn’t care about anything or anyone, not even the complaints or calls from the police the other neighbors sent.

So Nanami didn’t care about the way you were clawing at his chest with your long, pretty acrylics as he gripped your hair in a tight ponytail— pounding into your pussy from beneath you with no mercy. The squelching sounds weren't enough to make him stop, in fact, that’s the sole reason he kept going. He ignored your cries and scrambling to get away from him because of how good he stretched your little hole out.

“ you’re not lasting like I thought you would… I mean sluts last long, so why aren’t you?”, Nanami grunts into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your weeping pussy, angrily. He didn’t care about the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you like the whore you’re mother wouldn’t be proud of.

You coughed and tried to make eye contact with him, but his grip on your hair was too much for you to see his face under you. So you cried out your frustration through crystallized vision, “ M’not a slut. Please slow down, Mr. Nanami.” Your sweet little moans and whimpers were beautiful.

Nanami let out a loud growl like moan and wrapped one arm around your body while he now had some of your ponytail tangled and wrapped into his hands, he was making your hair messy just like he was making your pussy messy. You partially regretted coming on because of the dare, but in the same breath, you were happy because now you’re living two of your fantasies.

“ You are. You are. Nnnhh, you’re a little slut that’s been disturbing this neighborhood since you stepped foot in here. Shame on you, did your mother and father teach you anything or are you too dumb of a bunny to understand. Fuck!”, Nanami grunts out his words because of how tight your fluttering walls wrapped around his dick.

Nothing but cries and little chokes escaped out of your mouth. You couldn’t form basic words, how dumb can you be? Nanami balls were slapping on your puckered hole from how fast and rough he was going. You gave up on digging your nails into his chest because you were so fucked out and tired from the pounding he’s giving you. So now your bare chest was pressed onto his bare chest, sweat glands producing from both of you.

“ Please! Please! Please! M’gonna m’gonna— uhhnnn.”, your moans were suppressed by his smooth lips. You were screaming into his mouth as you squirted over his pelvis, his balls, and legs. Some of it was getting on his sheets and he didn’t care one bit. He was too angry at you to see how messy you’ve gotten his covers.

You tried to scramble off him because you were squirting too much and the pressure of it all was too much especially for your already beaten up pussy. It’s like Nanami has superhuman speed and stamina. He sped up even more faster as he fucked up into you, you and your pussy screamed and cried.

Nanami grunts were beginning to become broken, “ Sh-ittt, s’good, pussy is so good squirting like that. I guess all those boys coming in and out of your house taught you how to milk cock, perfectly.” Your eyes widened and then they rolled back into your head at the rolling of his hips hitting the inner thighs repeatedly.

As soon as he did one more snap of his hips, the bed frame broke underneath you two causing a loud noise to erupt from how hard it hit the floor. The poles attached to his bed fell in the opposite direction of you two. If someone were to walk in right now, they’ll see that it looks like a tornado hit his room with how broken the bed was. Yet that still didn’t stop him. He now had a great angle as he pounded your tired, wet cunt over and over with one knee propped up, so you were now fucking rapidly and properly. He felt your velvet walls sucking him in with your liquid coming out at the same time. You were perfect for his cock. Nanami’s cock was big, way too big for your pussy. He loved your pussy so much. He was too drunk on your pussy to understand that his bed broke.

“ My fucking slut, such an devilish little temptation you are, gonna breed this tight little pussy. Nghh! Hopefully that’ll get you to stop having these parties and fucking with those boy toys of yours…. Settle down and grow round and big with our child, how does that sound? Hmm.”, Nanami moaned as you were now creaming on his cock from how overstimulated you were.

Your brain was fogged and your words were slurred with drool hangin out your mouth as you answered him, well tried. Luckily he understood every word you said. “ Yesh—yess, I wan’ your babies. Ahnnn. Want to be full and bloated with your children, mmm mr. Nanami”

Nanami smirked in victory because now there were no more parties, boys, or loud music. Gotta love corrupting and breaking his pretty little neighbor.

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If oscar hit me with this open-mouthed goldfish kiss, I'd be bricked in two seconds.

i’m sad -> i look at images of my ~40 year old man of choice -> i twirl my hair and kick my legs -> i think crazy thoughts -> i feel okay -> rinse repeat

it's the bisexual curse pasi 😓😓

all i talk about is pussy😭

Another König meme I'M SORRY

yk i used to check on dad!ghost fanfics and it wasn't that much UNTIL you posted the dad!ghost render 😭😭😭 thank you so much for giving the writers baby fever bcs i love soft dad simon 🥹🩷

@just-mint-to-be @bluberrimuffintop @sobasicallyimpoppee I added you all to one post, I hope you don't mind But thank you guys! I still can't believe how many people like my "dad!Ghost" series. I feel like I've caused mass baby fever in the CoD fandom. This is crazyyyy haha

I don't know why but just want to show his domestic side, because I know that Simon would be a good parent. I have a feeling that because of his childhood trauma (from comics) he would do literally anything to be father he always wanted to have.

And yes, I noticed that too! Before my renders, I think I literally read every fic with dad!Ghost, and after posting them, there's a lot of new content. I LOVE IT and I'm glad that my silly idea inspired others♥

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