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suguru is a slut and loves when you record him eating… it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

the wet sounds in the room echo forward and back as his tongue flicks back and forth against your clit and two of his fingers curve inside of you, rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and face scrunch.

one of your hands is holding suguru’s hair tightly into a ponytail, and the other is holding your phone, recording him while he’s in his mood. 

he gets sluttier for the camera, purposely teasing you, making a mess with everything that comes out of you, and having it run down his chin, pushing his face into your core again and lapping the rest up. 

suguru loves showing off; whenever he has your pussy on your face, he eats you like he has something to prove. 

his eyes are stuck on the camera while he tastes you; it's like he gets possessed. something takes over him when he gets this taste of you while the camera is facing him. 

“right there, baby, mm, fuck.” 

suguru feels your grip loosening, strands of his hair falling into view, making him groan into your messy core, knowing you’re about to cum any second.

he knows that when the camera starts to tremble and you go quiet only making little whimpers while strand by strand of his hair comes down, he’ll feel warmness coming down on his face while you push yourself forward on his mouth to ride out the feeling. 

he watches every video you record back to him, watching every twitch and tremble your body makes while he’s down there devouring you. 

your thighs slowly closing in on him every time he licks over your clit, making you shiver; he likes to watch them gradually close and your stomach rise and fall rapidly as you try to control yourself.

or the little comments you make when you first start recording and the soft giggles when he gives you kitten kisses on the inside of your thighs. 

“you’re so nasty, you know that?”

nudging him with your foot while he pushes your thighs back to get more access before he starts, making sure he’s at an angle with the camera. 

“you recording?”

softly licking your inner thigh, making you twitch a little, and you nod. 

“start bossy.” 

adding another video to the growing collection. 

౨౿ ⁺ thinking about ex-husband!smoke. the divorce yall went through was quick and straight to the chase. you dropped the papers on his desk and he signed them without a messy fight, court hearings, or anything like that. ex-husband!smoke let you have the house in the divorce and moved into his own makeshift apartment, since he never wanted for much. ex-husband!smoke still comes over yall used to be shared house to fix on things that broke or to put groceries in your fridge.

“you said the sink acting up again?”, he asked with the phone pushed up on his shoulder while grabbing his keys and toolbox. “i’ll be over there mama.”

to be honest, smoke didn’t even fully process the divorce. he got that yall weren’t legally married, but in his eyes you were still his wife. he kept pictures of yall together up on his social medias, yall weddings pictures were still framed at his apartment, and your contact stayed “wife♥️.”

ex-husband!smoke will find any excuse to be in your presence again. you sick? he’s at the house with soup already on the stove and some nice lemon tea with honey ready for you. you going out with your girls? he’s yall personal driver. you tired at your job? he callin’ your boss to tell ‘em you not coming in tomorrow and sending you double what you make in a day. he honestly didn’t give a fuck yall was divorced.

ex-husband!smoke hasn’t touched another woman since yall divorce and he wasn’t planning on either. stack would often tease him about it, but no matter how many times his younger brother took him out for a night—no other woman could compare to his beautiful ass wife.

ex-husband!smoke who honestly can’t stop yearning for you and wants to wake up to you every morning in bed again. he knew you divorced him for a reason, and he was putting in the upmost effort to fix his issues and put that rock back on your finger.

ex-husband!smoke who finds himself back in the bed yall shared together when one of yall can’t sleep. “you had a nightmare, baby? ‘m sorry”, while slipping under the silk sheets and guiding you to lay on his bare chest—head rested right below the tattoo of your name on his collarbone.

ex-husband!smoke who’s actually a little delusional about you trying to head back into the dating scene. he would kill any nigga who thought they had a chance with you . . .

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RE4!Leon Kennedy x OlderWoman!Reader

None of that mommy shit, Leon

based on this request

(suggestive)

taglist: @cakeofhorrors @rainyxie@venus-in-roses@ghostieistiredd@jqsjournal

“Mommy.” It’s a taunt, uncommitted and laced with amusement as thick as the smug smirk on his lips. You should never have let him catch a glance at your driver’s license at the bar tonight. Knowing Leon, working alongside him for the last year and a half, you know how compelled he is to turn everything into a joke, like some twisted coping mechanism that keeps the outside world out, and wherever he’s dealing with on the inside, in. 

A few years, and maybe a few more added on top if you’re being generous, that’s all. He never would have known, he needn't for what this was–a hook-up between two coworkers who got a little tipsy on Kentucky bourbon and needed to blow off some steam after getting thrown around by BOWs for the past week. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

He chuckles, his body hovering over yours, held up by two brawny arms that walk into every room before he does. He’s grown over the past few years. You’ve noticed. “What?” Feigning ignorance, he cinches his dark brows. “I thought you’d like that. You know…being into younger men and all.” 

“Don’t push it, Leon,” you warn, hand itching to snack the side of his head, deciding against it for fear that the gesture might bolster his fantasy. “I’m not ancient, good god, and definitely not into anything like that.” 

“Sorry.” 

There’s a look of true remorse on your face that wrecks you, spirit and flesh alike, and you can’t help but want to quickly close the gap of tension now between you.

“It’s alright. Plus, I’m not old enough to have kids.” You cut your eyes at him and he tries to keep his from rolling. Is that your attempt at a joke, to match his endless stream of quips and corny lines? “Not old enough to have one your age anyway..." Maybe a baby on your hip, or a toddler waddling off to school, but surely not a twenty-seven-year-old man, good grief. "So be a good boy, and cut it out.”

“So I can’t call you ‘mommy’?” He tilts his head like a puppy at the promise of a treat, yet there something else that fogs the blacks of his pupils, something far too sinister to belong to a joke. 

“No.” 

His eyes narrow, sharp lids slicing even sharper irises, and he bows down to the crook of your neck, cheek pressed against cheek, to whisper into your ear. “Then stop calling me ‘boy’.” 

Although his words send a flash of heat to your stomach, even lower to the apex of your thighs, and though you’d love to cower beneath them and let him ravage your body, you have an inkling of suspicion that he’d like a fight. 

With one leg remaining around his waist, you slyly remove the other, keeping Leon distracted with your tongue swiping across his front teeth, your own now digging into his bottom lip. You dig your foot into the mattress as leverage and, as he moans into your mouth once more, you push up from beneath him, rolling him over onto his back so that you’re now on his lap, straddling his hips with strong thighs. 

His eyes grow as wide as saucers as he looks up at you, chest heaving as his arousal deepens. You grab his jaw, squeezing his cheeks, leaning down to whisper in his ear. 

modern!au milf!annie x virgin!fem!reader

preview: she kisses along your jaw, hands settled on your hips. she grasps at the flesh beneath your skirt to bring you closer, but you don’t go all at once. you allow your eyes to drift. the lights are low. her computer is shut off. her office’s blinds are closed. her blouse is unbuttoned, showing off enough skin to have you shaking on top of her.

cw: lil explicit, they're coworkers, workplace relationship, a lil power dynamic, milf!annie, virgin!fem!reader, no use of y/n

a/n: this was requested by @jayzprix! i went a lil rogue here cause i needed a good scenario for this dynamic to play outttt. if yall want more of this, let me knowww

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the first time you realized that rei was completely in love with her father was on an ordinary morning. nothing special had happened, no moment worthy of a photograph or of a particularly memorable recollection.

nanami was sitting on the couch reviewing some documents while drinking coffee, and you were tidying up a few things in the kitchen. rei, barely eight months old, was sitting on a blanket surrounded by toys that could normally keep her entertained for at least ten minutes.

however, that day she completely ignored all the colorful blocks, fabric balls, and stuffed animals. she remained still, sitting with her chubby little hands resting on her legs, staring intently at kento as if she were looking at the eighth wonder of the world. he wasn't even doing anything interesting. he wasn't talking, playing, or making funny faces. he was simply existing. and yet, rei's eyes shone as if she were watching the most fascinating show of her entire life.

you were the first to notice it, though it wasn't that difficult, since every time nanami turned a page, rei's head turned, every time he crossed one leg over the other, she followed him with her gaze. even when he stood up to leave his empty cup in the kitchen, the baby completely turned her body so she wouldn't lose sight of him for even a second.

the intensity with which she watched him was almost absurd. she looked like a little moon forever trapped in the orbit of her favorite planet. when kento returned to the couch and looked up at her, she smiled so hard that her eyes practically disappeared between her round little cheeks. that smile caused an immediate reaction in him.

the most serious, reserved, and composed man you had ever known smiled back with such obvious tenderness that you felt your heart tighten inside your chest.

as the months passed, it became impossible to ignore. rei simply adored her father. if she was in your arms and he walked through the door, she immediately leaned forward trying to reach him; if she heard his footsteps in the hallway, she would start kicking her legs excitedly even before seeing him appear; if she was playing and he said a single word, she would abandon whatever she was doing to look for him.

there was something deeply endearing about the way she loved him. because it wasn't a love based on toys, gifts, or entertainment. it was a pure, simple, instinctive love. rei seemed to feel safe simply because he existed, because he was there, because he was her dad.

nanami pretended to handle it better than he actually did, or at least that's what he tried to make it look like, but you knew him far too well. you saw how his eyes softened every time she laughed at the sight of him, how he found excuses to hold her a little longer, how he deliberately delayed putting her in her crib when she fell asleep on his chest, how he came home exhausted after endless workdays and still seemed to regain energy the moment she crawled toward him.

because yes, rei had recently learned to crawl, and that had considerably worsened the emotional situation of kento nanami.

the first time she crawled directly toward him, you honestly thought he was going to cry. the three of you were on the living room floor, rei had discovered that she could move around on her own and was exploring every corner of the house with the determination of a little adventurer.

nanami was reading while sitting on the carpet when the baby saw him from the other side of the room. she stayed still for a few seconds watching him, then smiled, and then started crawling. not toward a toy, not toward you, not toward something bright or eye-catching. toward him.

her little hands moved forward clumsily as she let out tiny sounds of excitement. when she finally reached his legs, she lifted both arms for him to pick her up. nanami put the book down immediately. he didn't even pretend to resist; he lifted her as if he were holding the most valuable treasure in the world.

“hello, princess.”, the voice he used when speaking to her was so soft that even you felt like crying.

rei responded by placing both hands on his cheeks and letting out a laugh so deep and sincere that it ended up making her father laugh too. for several seconds they simply looked at each other, as if they were the only two people on the planet, as if they shared some secret that no one else could understand.

the nights were even worse. because rei had developed the habit of watching him until she fell asleep.

nanami could hold her in his arms for hours while she bravely fought against sleep. her eyelids would slowly droop, her head would begin to tilt, and even then she would make the effort to open her eyes one more time just to make sure he was still there. sometimes she seemed to have fallen asleep, but the moment kento moved slightly, she would open her eyes again to find him. she always found a way to look for him one last time before completely surrendering to sleep.

on one particularly quiet night, you found him sitting in the armchair by the window, with a sleeping rei on his chest and one tiny hand clutching the fabric of his shirt. the dim light from the lamp barely illuminated their faces. kento was looking at her with an expression that very few people had the privilege of seeing.

it wasn't the look of a proud man, nor that of a satisfied father. it was something much deeper, more vulnerable, more human. it was the expression of someone who still couldn't believe the immense luck he had been given.

when you approached, he looked up at you, smiled, and then his eyes returned to rei.

“she's beautiful.”, his voice was barely a whisper.

“i know.”

“she looks a lot like you.”

that made you laugh because both of you knew that rei had inherited more of his features than yours, but you understood perfectly what he meant. because when nanami talked about beauty, he rarely referred only to appearance.

rei let out a small sleepy sigh and nestled closer against his chest. and then it happened, that gesture so small, so insignificant, so devastating. even asleep, the baby searched for her father. her hand clutched his shirt a little tighter, her little head settling more comfortably against him. as if even in her dreams she knew exactly where she wanted to be.

nanami looked down at her and smiled. that soft, calm smile full of love. the same smile he reserved for you.

because the truth was that rei was completely in love with her dad. and the even greater truth was that her dad was exactly as in love with her.

although if you ever asked him who held first place in his heart, nanami would still give the same answer as always. he would point to you without hesitation, with complete sincerity. but afterward, when he thought no one was watching, he would go back to looking at that little girl who crawled after him, who laughed every time she saw him walk through the door, who searched for his chest when she wanted to sleep, and who seemed convinced that he was the most wonderful person in the world.

and then his eyes would fill with that impossible-to-hide tenderness.

because maybe you were still the love of his life.

but rei, without a doubt, was the sweetest little piece of that love walking freely around the house.

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for the first time in his measly 28 years, nanami kento is jealous— of a video game.

subjected to the constant tap tap tapping of your switch daily, he's beginning to regret buying it for you.

settling into the couch after a long day, he peers over your curled form to a painful sight. high saturated graphics blind him with the force of a thousand suns.

shielding his face from your addiction screen, he asks "what are you doing?"

"playing my game," you mutter, eyes still glued to the screen. a stupid grin is plastered across your face. brightness on high, hand at 90 degree angles with shrimp posture, there's no way your current position can be good for your health. another reason for nanami to take this thing away from you.

"why are you smiling so much?" if you weren't so focused on your game, you may have taken offense to his sassy question. "i put you in the game."

"what?"

nanami is only vaguely aware of what tomodachi life even is. he wouldn't call it a game, rather 'a dangerous drug' or 'girlfriend-thief,' much to your dismay.

"it's both of us! we look so cute, don't we?" he nods, but only for your sake. his hazel eyes strain while trying to make sense of the pixels in front of him.

all he sees is a 40-something year old looking man with a hard, blonde, digitized wig, a direct contrast to your very cute (but unrealistic) chibi form.

"why do i have eye bags? and why do i have a cigarette in my mouth?" he asks in utter confusion.

you go back to the screen just as fast as you shoved it in his face. the game has hypnotized you again, all outside noise falling off on deaf ears.

"who are those two?" his eyes clock two noticeably smaller figures off to the side.

you scoff immediately. "they have names, kento." half of the pair has brown skin and bright, almost offensively piss yellow hair, the other light skinned with huge curls and edges.

you watch in delight as a light visibly goes off behind his eyes. "are those—"

"our kids!" his face drops. "this one's nana and this one's kenken," you say, babbling on.

"we can have kids, in real life, as i'm sure you're aware," he murmurs. his hardened face shifts into a scowl, trying (and failing) to hide his irritation. for the first time in hours, your eyes fully leave the screen. "kento!"

"they'd be much cuter than whatever's in that game." he ignores the sound of the switch— that he paid for— clattering to the ground. "but how could you say that, ken?! they're our kids!"

"well tell 'our' kids i don't want them."

gasping, scoffing, you do it all. who would've thought nanami kento— the sorcerer, picture perfect husband and malewife —would abandon your tomodachi life children?

"talk to me when you're ready to have a real family."