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"miss attorney" and "miss bodyguard"

"serious, overworked ceo" and "serious, overworked surgeon"

i rest my case.

As above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)

ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

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Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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good morning hotties and thotties let’s have a goood day and shake some ass !!

♡ Reiner Braun x fem!reader - Comfort/Smut

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♡ Dry humping with Rei

♡ Reiner likes to eat it from the back

♡ Perv!Reiner

♡ NSFW Headcanon

♡ NSFW Alphabet

♡ Virgin!Reiner x fem!reader

♡ But, It's My Birthday

♡ Pt.2

♡ Slut Me Out, Mama

♡ Coming soon..

a lazy day in bed with reiner that’s really not so lazy at all….curtains drawn, blankets strewn about and your bodies tangled limb in limb. Fluffy pillows and nightwear alike strewn across the floors. Your wooden bed frame smacking against the wall as the force of the rocking bed drives it there. Joining the chorus of loud moans and pouring rain from the outside. The shift in weather had made it far cooler than either of you were used to but he knows just how to warm you guys up. His much larger frame practically swallows you whole as your smaller hands curl around his back. His tanned back that you’ve laced with deep red scratches because he can’t stop thrashing around inside of you like a man unhinged. Pounding that core relentlessly with primal grunts arising from his throat. He doesn’t mean it to hurt you, but to make sure you know that you meant the world to him. His one and only desire at the moment. He whispers in your ear, nibbling gently at your lobe whilst telling you how soft you are, how warm it feels inside of you and how he never wants to let you go. “Yer’ so tight….fucking squeeze me, baby..” uttering in a rough groan. “Mmph, just don’t stop fucking me..” His cock is nestled between your plump lower lips, buried to the hilt..it’s his favorite place to be. There’s nowhere else in the world that would make him happier. Feeling as if he’s touched the hand of God himself each time he goes in and out. It’s as if time comes to a complete halt when you’re together….nothing else matters. Especially when he can feel you contracting around him..allowing your juices to flow like the waters of a river. He’s so grateful for it. Grateful that he gets you all to himself with no interruptions. Going for hours until neither of you can take another second. Making love to you in every position imaginable. From slow side strokes to wake you both up, intense backshots to where you were at the moment…gentle, passionate kisses amid being fed deep strokes. He’s worked up a sweat, you’re both a little spent, sure. But as far as he was concerned, it’s an off day well spent.

pro hero deku and f!reader are married, adults, and are very perplexed at how one spandex suit can be so tight. divider by cafekitsune like usual xo

“Izuku,” you mutter from behind him, bracing one of your arms with your opposite hand as you try again to help zip him into the prototype for his newest and “safest suit ever” (as Hatsune claimed via phone call with the two of you last night) but the fabric simply has zero give where it stretches over his chest. “Baby, I think she must have sized this incorrectly.”

Your husband shakes his head, the slightly overgrown curls at the base of his neck swaying gently with the motion. You loosen your grip on the zipper pull, indentations left in your fingers from the grip you just had on the small piece of metal and reach up toward his neck and gently scratch at the hairs with your nails. He sighs contentedly in response.

“No, I sent her the measurements myself. I know they were correct.”

You hum, still gently stroking the base of his neck and resting your cheek against the defined and still exposed muscle of his back. Turning your face slightly, you place a kiss just below the center of his shoulder blades and he reaches around his back to rub your back.

“How does it look from the front?” You ask smoothly, the dulcet sound of your voice drawing your husband to pull away from you for a moment so brief you barely have time to miss him. You’re met with the front view of his suit, the fabric buckling across his now eye-level chest.

You sigh dreamily and he chuckles from above you, bringing his hands to your hips to press your body against his.

“You like it?”

A hum is your response, wrapping your arms around his waist and reaching for the zipper at the back to tug it down from its stuck position. Heat rises inside of you, your fingers gracing every divot, scar, and defined muscle as you tug it down lower and lower.

“I think we should re-take your measurements.”

The zipper finally reaches the bottom and you nearly sigh at the sight of Izuku stretching his arms above his head, the rest of the suit riding up and sinking into the definition of his stomach, his thighs, his bulge…

Izuku notices the little glimmer in your eyes as you look over him, every piece of him more essential to you than the last. He dips at the waist and finds your face easily, pressing his lips to yours and working his arms out of the suit and letting it rest halfway off around his waist.

“We can worry about that later, right?”

You hum against his lips and kiss him again, the promise of later something far from your mind.

dad!katsuki who braces for impact when his baby boy finally arrives (on his exact due date—having seemingly inherited his punctuality from his father, along with his looks) only to find that he is the sweetest, most placid baby in the entire world. he was expecting a hellion, having sat through more than enough of his mother's long-winded tales about how troublesome he'd been as an infant, only to find the actual arrival of the baby... strangely anticlimactic. he sleeps often, eats with relatively little complaint, and hardly fusses. katsuki worries he's being lulled into a false sense of security as the days pass—he's been training for fatherhood like he was preparing for a battle, after all—always on edge, like the moment he lets his guard down is when all hell will break loose. but as he sits in the little nursery and rocks that squishy, still sort of homely, little baby in his arms, he just can't help but feel... content.

I always forget that none of yall know me personally, so that means I can be as slutty and downbad as I want to be with no type of shame at all

please, for the love of God, elaborate on mean streak deku, that little blurb you posted is stuck in my head , plz give the ppl some crumbs 🙏🏽

Deku’s the type who you think takes so much to get to that point of snapping and being so mean with you, until you know where to poke at him. at first, you say slick little comments that you know bother him, watch that interview like smile twitch just so at the corner of his mouth, the light in his eyes dim just the tiniest amount. but it doesn’t work—he just puts that facade back up and responds back in that jovial and polite way he always does.

then you try going the physical route. bumping his shoulders when you pass him in the halls, pulling at his ears like some petulant imp when he sits beside you in the break room, kicking his shins under the table when he’s across from you at meetings. but he takes it all in stride, only huffing at you softly but—but you see it. the way you’re wearing him down, how his irritation grows and festers every time he catches a glimpse of your evil little grin.

it comes to a head, again, when you fuck with him about hero work. it’s late, you shouldn’t even be here, and yet here you are—standing in front of his desk, swiping away the reports he had been working on for hours now. he doesn’t say anything for a long while, his head tilted down, the shadows casted by his bangs hiding the green in his eyes. until they look at you, so quick, his movements are barely seen when he brings you halfway over his desk.

“I need you to stop it.” He tells you, firm and slow and deliberate, a hand gripped on the base of your neck as he stands. he’s nose to nose with you, and you can damn near count every freckle dotting his face. his mouth is tight and his thick brows are pulled taut, the scars running across his face twitching and you think—he’s never looked hotter.

“Or what?” You ask him, grinning, a little breathless at the green electricity that runs down his body. “I thought you weren’t a mean person, Deku. Are you really gonna be mean to me?”

he kisses the pout right off your lips. kisses and bites every visible inch of your skin as he drags you over the desk, teeth gnashing against your own; you taste copper, and you think that it’s never tasted better when it comes from him.

(he’s so mad at you the entire time, fusses at you for making him act like this at work. for making him fuck you so hard that it moves his desk a good two feet forward. for making him leave the impressions of his molars on your neck and your chest and your stomach and thighs. for making him grip you so tight that his knuckles white. for making him like the airy look you get whenever he gets so, so mean with you.)