I Want To Make A Boy Moan So Loud That He Has To Bury His Face Into The Crook Of My Neck To Muffle The

I want to make a boy moan so loud that he has to bury his face into the crook of my neck to muffle the sound

every nanami headcannons post i see is like “nanami is a provider, nanami is a breadwinner...”

ARE YOU KIDDING. NANAMI NEEDS A WOMAN WHO MAKES BAG SO HE CAN QUIT HIS JOB AND BE A HOUSEHUSBAND.

this man HATES work and you’re telling me that he wants to be the sole provider? PLEASE be real for a second. nanami was built for domesticity. he needs a girl who can buy a cute little house by the sea where all he has to worry about is reading his books and loving his woman.

like this man will make sure you come home every night to a clean house and a warm dinner and then eat ur pussy like a champ. his girl takes care of him so he’s gonna take care of her and he’s gonna take care of her good.

service dom to end all service doms. you want dick after a long day of work? he’s gonna make you see stars and then take care of you like a princess. you want to be slapped around? sure. he’ll tie you up and use you, but best believe your cumming at least 4 times. you want it soft and gentle? that’s what you’ll get. anything for his hard working baby.

and once you're nice and worn out and sleeping comfortably in bed, he's going to the kitchen to make ur lunch for tomorrow. complete with a little note on the napkin reminding you how much he loves you.

nanami deserves a life as a malewife. keep that man barefoot and in the kitchen.

this is the correct opinion and i will not be arguing my point any further at this time. thank you for listening.

wanna be cuddled with his hand absentmindedly on my boob, squeezing and groping every so often, soft kisses on my neck

And I want you to be mine 🐶

Thinking about how angry Ghost would be behind the wheel with fem!reader touching yourself in the passenger seat. He’s white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight, probably playing at unaffected but missing by a mile. Reaches out to violently shut off the radio so that he can hear the wet sounds of your fingers slipping against yourself, because he likes the torture, really.

He’s too straight edge to offer assistance (and too self-aware of his own tenuous driving skills to risk your safety), refuses to even look away from the road until he jerks to a stop at a red light. Only then does he turn to take you in spread out in the passenger seat, shirt hiked up over your breasts, hand shoved down the front of your leggings, thighs shaking.

“Light’s green, Simon.”

“I know what it is.”

wanna have my skirt covering my ass but not my thighs as i sit perched on ur lap!! everyone walking past js thinks you and i are being all cute and soft but what they don't know is that your cock is being squeezed so deliciously by my pussy <3

we don't even need to move! i can js sit on your cock as we enjoy the scenery or js enjoy people-watching and feel me get more and more wet as i think about the prospect of people catching us