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aftermath II

gojou x f!reader

summary - you and gojou part ways. will he find you before it’s too late? hurt, comfort, smut.

warnings - SMUT(minors dni) margarita mix, daddy kink, reader’s in her twenties, gojou’s in his early thirties, so if that kind of age gap bugs you there’s that, lots of chronic pain talk, lots of healing, honestly, very soft for me. mention of an old fashioned arranged marriage. manga spoilers, allusion to domestic violence/some degradation but not in a sexual way. this is part TWO - part one here. 

“Go-gojou-sama,” you choke out, your eyelids fluttering shit, “I, I can’t,” his hands sink into your hips and he guides their movement. 

“Yeah you can,” he coaches, “C’mon sweetheart, cum real pretty for daddy.” Your hips stutter, and you reach for his shoulders, his arms, something to hold onto and he sits up, fucking you through your second orgasm of the day, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You let out a long shuddering breath. He looks down at you, drowning in pleasure, and lets himself forget where you are for a moment. He forgets the train you’re catching the following day, forgets that you’re not his, forgets that you’re lying in the bed he thought would be his tomb. 

“Is it really,” you sigh, “Is it really always going to be like that?” 

“No.” Gojou snickers. “That’s just how it is with me.” He thrusts upward, still buried inside you, driven to madness by your soft, warm contours squeezing him tightly. 

“Fuck,” you squeal, reminding him this was another thing he’d learned about you, that you didn’t like to swear in front of him, but you’d started to, dropping your guard or letting him knock it down in key moments. He rolls over, pinning you underneath him, your wrists in one of his hands in a matter of seconds. 

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

— Fushiguro Toji, Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Megumi, Yuji Itadori

cw. f!reader, size kink, soft sex, praise, oral, pussyjob, pet names, doggy, riding, use of ‘daddy’ (1 - geto)

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“Come on, doll,” he coos lifting your hips upward and pulling you onto his cock, “let’s start this day off right.”

He tickles your ear as he nibbles on your lobe making you moan even before his tip rubs your wet folds.  His hand tightens around your throat as he slowly works his way into your pretty slit, “fuck … you’re so tight.”

Your eyes roll back and you clench your fingers around the headboard as Toji moves his hips against yours, “you feel so good, you’re gonna come on this big cock, aren’t you uhu?”

His shaft stretches and spreads your tight hole with every inch pushed in as you moan and whimper in response. He pokes your sweet spots grinding inside your sloppy walls.

“Fuck … give me more,” you sob when he is finally fully in, his base pressed against you and his balls grazing your clit.

You gasp when he grabs your hips and starts rocking back and forth, lewd sounds fill the room, “you want my cock? Then take it all, come on.”

Your eyes roll back and your back arches even further, the headboard slams against the wall as your ass bounces from the rough thrusts. His fat balls slap your puffy bud making you tremble in anticipation.

“Toji … fuck … cumming don’t stop”. His favorite words. He intertwines his fingers with yours pushing against your sweet spot, making you cream and gush over his fat girth.

You cum copiously, your hips slamming against his as you try to take even more of his cock, “shit, doll, take it all,” he hums, his throbbing cock covered in white as you fuck out your high.

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Dilf!Eren with his wife who was his college sweet-heart and he basically just worships and adores the she ground walks on, especially now that they are parents.

warnings: afab!reader + she pronouns, soft sex, domestic, oral (f receiving), squirting, penetrative sex, mentions of body changes after pregnancy

eren who always said he'd love you, back when the two of you were young and thrilled. eren who vowed to love you, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart.

eren who didn't stop loving you- if somehow it was possible, he's only just more in love with you.

eren loves the days when his parents come to collect the kids, taking them out for a fun day and leaving just the two of you alone in the house. he can't resist snuggling up behind you when you're washing dishes, his plush lips pressing against your neck, his hands groping your hips, slipping under your top, his long hair tickling your face.

"eren-" you giggle as his large hand splays over your breast, squeezing the fat as he starts to rut his hips into you, letting you feel his stiffening cock.

"come on-" he coos. "those munchkins are gone- i miss you." you know it's stupid how needy he is because you see him every day and sleep in the same bed together as you've been doing for the past twenty years but eren's like that- so drunk on love, so drunk on you.

so with a sigh that you know you're faking because your lips are stretching out in a grin you let eren lead you away to the bedroom.

eren's never gotten bored of you, and you don't think he ever will. he eats you out like a man starved, mouth tireless as he laps at your wetness and sucks your throbbing clit. he loves how your legs wrap around his head, your hair tugging him against your soaked cunt, loud moans filling the room as you rut your hips against him, using him to get off as he groans, humping the edge of the bed for sheer relief as he eats you out. he fingers you so well, long fingers curling to find that sweet spot that has you crying out, trembling hands gripping his wrist as he just continues relentlessly, pushing you to an orgasm, coaxing you to cum on his tongue. but he doesn’t stop then- he continues, moaning into your pussy with you, not stopping till you’re seeing white, till your back arches off the bed and your legs tremble around his head, till you’re squirting all over his face.

eren who praises you, who calls you beautiful as his hands roam your body, loving what motherhood has done to you. he loves to slide his painfully hard cock into your warm tight cunt, moaning your name as his fingers lace with yours. he can go for rounds after rounds, loving to fuck your sweet little cunt, loving to play with your pretty nipples and kiss you messily, swallowing your moans. eren who’ll never get tired of seeing how beautiful his love looks when she cums on his cock with her name heavy on his tongue.

SOFT DOM

kento nanami x fem afab reader

desc: usually you run into him at the local bakery... you weren't expecting to meet him at a place like this.

cw: 7124 wc, canon divergent AU, dom / sex worker nanami, sub reader, BDSM, bondage, impact play (crop usage & ass smacking), condom use, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, brief nipple play, groping, oral sex (reader & nanami receiving), facesitting, multiple orgasms (reader), biting (from nanami), mention of hair pulling, mention of bruises, dacryphilia, spit / drool mention, pet names (darling / sweetheart / etc), reader refers to nanami as sir. lemme know if i missed anything.

a/n: thank you to the lovely patchy (@potionpeddlerpatchy) for comming this piece !! i think this is my first time writing for nanami ? i hope i did him justice <33 !!

18 & UP CONTENT. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. THANKS.

“Two melon breads and a coffee, please.” You heard the all too familiar order spoken by an all too familiar voice. 

You didn’t even notice him a few spots ahead of you in the line. Usually you would keep an eye out for him whenever you visited this bakery, as he frequents it at similar times of day as you. But today your mind was a bit preoccupied. Your thoughts were filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety due to your Friday night plans. 

“Next, please,” called the girl working at the counter — an indicator that the man you’ve been secretly admiring must be on his way out. 

You quickly looked to the floor, feigning interest in the tiles beneath you. You caught a glimpse of his leather shoes as he passed you. You didn’t hear the bell from the door, so you assumed he went to sit at one of the tables. This wasn’t his usual routine — normally he would get his order and leave. 

Once at the counter, you got your order and an iced coffee. You headed towards the tables, coffee in one hand and the small box of baked goods in the other. You looked towards your usual table — the one you would go to sit at every time you came here — but there was already someone seated at the table. 

It was him. His back was facing you, his shoulders broad even without his jacket on. 

You momentarily stood like a deer in headlights — where were you supposed to sit now? Sure, there were other tables open… but you were so used to sitting at this specific table that it felt wrong to sit at a different one. You took a deep but subtle breath, deciding to make due with the booth seat in the back of the bakery. Your main concern now was having to pass this mystery man of yours. 

You were so caught up in wanting to get to your seat that you didn’t even notice him get up and partially block your path. Just as you were about to pass him, he stood from his seat, bumping into you in the process. 

You let out a startled yelp, spilling your thankfully iced coffee all over his shirt. You barely had any time to admire the way his wet shirt clung to his toned body, preoccupied with apologising and grabbing napkins to try and wipe his shirt clean. Despite the napkins and fabric of his shirt being a barrier between you and him, you could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin. 

“I am so, so sorry! I– Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. He must be upset. You never considered yourself to have a chance with this handsome stranger, but now it definitely felt like you wouldn’t have a chance with him. 

A far too gentle chuckle and rough hands wrapping around your wrists brought you out of your cocoon of self loathing and pity. “No need to apologise. I should be the one apologising. I should’ve checked my surroundings before getting up. Are you okay?” 

He looked down at you, his gentle gaze partially obscured due to his sunglasses. He noted the way tears form in the corners of your eyes, the way your bottom lip jutted out and the way your brows were furrowed upwards. He brushed away an inappropriate thought, asking you once more if you were okay. 

“No, I, I’m fine. But your shirt. It’s ruined,” you paused for a moment, “I’ll pay for your dry cleaning. Or for a replacement.” 

“That won’t be necessary. It’s a cheap shirt. I can replace it myself.” Despite his blunt words, there was something so calming about the way he spoke to you — about the way his hands held your wrists so gently. 

“At least take my contact info if ever you need some help in the future.” You pulled your wrists from his grasps, digging for a pen from your bag. You gave him no opportunity to decline as you wrote your name and number down on one of the dry napkins. 

As you went to hand him the napkin, he gave you a business card. 

“Let me buy you another coffee.” His smile was faint, but there. 

“Oh, that won’t–” you didn’t get to finish your reply. 

“I insist,” he looked down at the napkin with your name roughly written on it before proceeding to say your name. 

You let out a soft defeated sigh before nodding. “Okay… but the next time I run into you… in a less physical way… I’ll cover your order, okay?” 

“Alright then.” He chuckled once more before heading to the counter to get your replacement coffee.

You couldn’t help but pout as you looked at the business card in your hand. Nanami Kento. What a nice name, you thought to yourself. You let out a soft chuckle, noticing how his name oddly matched the way his hair was styled. 

It took only a few minutes for Nanami to get you a new coffee. He also gave you two melon breads which you weren’t expecting. Nanami briefly apologised for not asking you what coffee you wanted — he said he’ll be sure to get the right order the next time he sees you. 

The two of you spoke briefly, making small talk whilst also trying to find out more about one another. Eventually he had to leave and you had to start on the work you brought along on your laptop. He gave you a brief bow, a nod and a small smile before he exited the bakery. You watched him through the large windows of the bakery, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sight of the coffee stain on his shirt. 

After Nanami had left the bakery, you quickly finished up what little work you had, enjoyed your pastries and the coffee he bought you. 

It wasn’t long until you found yourself standing in front of the door of the club you’ve been anxious to visit. You were no longer wearing your business casual attire from earlier, instead wearing something more appropriate for the nightlife. Despite your excitement, you struggled to get your hand on the doorknob. What if it ends up being a sketchy place? What if they don’t accept walk-ins? But your friend reassured you they do… 

Your internal struggle was quickly interrupted when an awfully tall man put his arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t help but jerk away from him, an accidental yelp leaving your lips. 

“No need to worry, sweet thing. I work here. You’re new, right? Come with me.” 

You could barely get a word in as the unknown man escorted you inside. His over the top personality stood out just as much as his white hair. He kept asking you questions. What were you looking for? Are you a sub? Do you prefer it rough or gentle? What’s your type in men? In women? 

“It’s my first time here and you’re talking too much!” You blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up for the umpteenth time today as the clerk at the counter glanced over to you. 

The white haired man chuckled, patting your shoulder before leading you to the clerk. “Ask for Kenjiro. He’s your best choice as a first timer.” He winked before disappearing through a door that you could only assume led to the dressing room for the employees. 

You awkwardly stood at the counter, struggling to look the clerk in the eyes. “I’d like to ask for, uh, Kenjiro, please.” 

“You’ll go with Kenjiro, hm? Is it your first time at this kind of establishment?” The clerk didn’t seem bothered by your obvious anxiety. 

You nodded in response. The clerk only hummed before continuing to get your bill ready. You ended up asking for a two hour session, hoping that the longer session would give you more time to ease into everything. You hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to accept the recommendation from the white haired stranger. 

You were soon given a card and were told to wait for a few minutes as they prepared a room. You noted that the “Ken” in Kenjiro used the same character as the “Ken” in Kento. Maybe this was a good choice. 

It wasn’t long before you were escorted down a rather long hallway — you didn’t expect the place to be this big. You were led into a dimly lit room with a mostly red and black interior. The large bed seemed to be the most familiar piece of furniture to you in the room. You noted the hooks on the bed frame, the ropes adorning the walls and the table with neatly laid out items you could only assume the purpose of. 

You were left alone long enough for you to take a seat on the bed, breathing deeply to try and curb your nervousness. 

It wasn’t long before the door to the room opened and a broad shouldered man entered. Despite the dim lighting, it didn’t take you long to notice exactly who it was that entered the room. 

Even with the decorative mask covering half of his face, you could tell who it was. He wore the same watch as earlier in the day. Though messier, his hair was parted at the exact same spot as this afternoon. There was no doubt about it. The man standing in front of you was Nanami Kento. 

“I, uh– Nanami?” You stammered out, getting up from the bed to be a bit more levelled with him. 

He didn’t say anything, only letting out a deep sight before removing his mask. There was no point in hiding his face if you knew who he was.

You stared at each other for a few moments, tension building up and filling the room. “I’ll cancel the session, sorry…” You didn’t give him time to respond, instead trying to move past him to the door. 

Before you could even get a proper grip on the door handle Nanami had his hand planted on the door, preventing you from opening it. You felt cornered between him and the door, but you didn’t feel anxious anymore. “I’m fine with this if you are.” His voice was gentle from behind you. 

You could smell his cologne — it was different from the one he wore earlier in the day. His breathing was slow and steady, but hot against your nape. 

“I haven’t done this before…” You spoke after a while. “I mean, I’ve had sex before but I haven’t done this before.” 

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure you don’t regret picking me.” 

You turned around to face him, your back now pressed to the door. You nodded as you looked up at him. He removed his hand from the door, instead holding it out for you to take. You placed your hand in his and allowed him to guide you to the bed, to talk you through the concept of safewords despite you already knowing what they were. You allowed him to undress you, to caress your skin with his big, warm hands. 

Once you were left in only the lingerie you bought specifically for this night, Nanami pulled you against him. The leather harness he wore over his dress shirt was cold against your skin. You felt exposed compared to him who was fully clothed, only his face and hands were left uncovered. 

He placed a hand on the small of your back, pushing your body even more into his. His other hand trailed along your side, a finger hooking into the strap of your panties that ran over your hip. He pulled it before letting it smack back against your skin. You hoped you didn’t flinch. 

“You said you were okay with bondage, yes?” You nodded in response to his question. The hand at your side squeezed your hip, briefly leaving an imprint on your skin after he pulled it away from you. Nanami stepped back, retrieving some of the rope you had assumed were only for decoration. 

It wasn’t long before he was in front of you again, now draping the rope over your skin and tying it in intricate knots. His knuckles ghosted over your skin as he worked. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body. 

By the time he was done tying the last knot at your wrists, you felt like your legs could give in beneath you. Nanami was attentive as he trailed his fingers along the rope that adorned your skin. He pressed against it, indirectly pressing against your skin. A part of you wished he would just touch you instead of only touching the rope. 

When his hands did finally meet your skin, there was a new barrier hindering the skin to skin contact you were hoping for. He was wearing gloves — cold leather gloves that felt rough against your plush skin. 

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips or the way you pouted. With your hands tied down you couldn’t even attempt to touch his face — the only place with bare skin of his available. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him, an evident displeased look on your face. “I want to feel you against my skin.” 

Nanami only chuckled, leaning down until his lips only barely ghosted over yours. Just as you tried to fill the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. A gloved hand wrapped around your jaw, “You need to earn my touch, sweetheart.” With that he pushed you down onto the bed.

With your wrists tied together and connected to the rope that sat snuggly between your pussy lips, you were unable to cushion your fall, landing flat on your back. Thankfully the bed was soft beneath you. 

In an attempt to sit upright or even scoot a bit further up on the bed, the rope running along your slit tightened as your hands tried to help you move. The moan that left your lips shocked not only you but also Nanami. He had barely even done anything to you — and hadn’t even touched you in this moment — yet you were moaning so lewdly. 

The friction of the rope pressing the lace of your panties further into your dampening cunt made you squirm. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to keep moving your hands to feel more of this or if you just wanted it to stop. 

“Now, now.” Gloved hands took hold of your wrists, bringing them downwards to stop you from pleasuring yourself. “Who said you got to feel good yet, hm? You only get to feel good when I allow it.” He squeezed your wrists before giving the flesh of your thigh a slap. You yelped at the sting — but it didn’t hurt, it felt good. 

“Sorry,” you pouted, not making eye contact. 

His hand came down onto your thigh once more, making your body jerk. “Sorry who?” He leaned over you, hand kneading the flesh he had just hit. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” You felt his warm breath against your cheek. You looked at him from the side, unable to get yourself to turn your head to properly face him. 

“Good girl.” The brief praise from him made your insides tingle. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together only to have them blocked by his knee. 

“Now then,” Nanami said, switching your positions so that he was on his back and you were sat on his thigh. His hand pressed to the soft skin of your stomach to stop you from leaning down onto him. He knew he wore the gloves to tease you, but at this moment it felt like a punishment he unknowingly set up for himself. He so desperately wanted to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. 

His hands moved to your sides, thumbs massaging circles into your hips as he pressed you down onto his thigh. You couldn’t help but moan as he guided your hips, forcing you to rub yourself against him. 

With each movement of your hips the rope tightened against your clit, making you whine even more. Your hands were planted on his upper thigh as you attempted to keep yourself upright. You could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath you with every loud moan that slipped past your lips. 

“Keep going.” He removed his hands from your sides, instead stretching his body to the side to grab something that was just barely in his reach. You were too busy chasing an orgasm you had no permission for to notice the leather crop in his hand. 

You gasped feeling the cold leather of the crop run up along your stomach until it was situated between your tits. You arched your back, leaning forward as you moved your hips in such a way to get that perfect friction against your puffy clit. You were so close. You weren’t paying much attention to Nanami or the crop tracing your skin, too focused on the heat building up inside you. 

You were close. Your legs trembled and your heart felt like it could pop right out of your chest. You could feel your climax creeping up on you. You were so close. Just as you moaned out for your anticipated orgasm, Nanami hooked his finger beneath the rope leading down to your cunt. He tugged on it, giving you that last push to get you over the edge. 

You cried out, moaning his name as your entire body jerked with pleasure. You dug your nails into the firm muscle of his thigh, tiny white stars clouding your vision. 

You were forced out of your state of bliss when you were roughly turned onto your back, Nanami caging you between himself and the bed. You were still moaning and whining, the tremors of your release still coursing through you. 

“Who said you could cum?” Nanami’s voice was low and his breath hot against your skin. He was close enough for you to kiss him. Nanami pulled at the rope, causing you to yelp at the pressure that was put on your clit. He wasn’t satisfied with how long it took you to respond. “Answer me. Who gave you permission to cum?” He pulled at the rope just enough to put pressure on your clit without actually making you feel good. 

“No one…” You struggled to get the words out. You didn’t look at him, your face turned to the side to avoid his heavy gaze. 

“Hm?” He tugged at the rope yet again, making you jerk your hips upwards and into his. You were only pressed against him for a moment, yet you were sure of what you felt. He was hard. He was hiding his lust well despite the way his cock bulged against the restraints of his pants. 

“No one, sir.” You forced yourself to look at him. Despite having come here inexperienced and without a clear idea of what you wanted, you couldn’t help but want to tease him for his arousal. “But, sir, how could I hold back when you’re like this?” You lifted your thigh to press against his crotch. 

Despite his attempt to keep himself composed, Nanami couldn’t stop his body from reacting to your touch. A soft groan left his lips and you could see the way his jaw clenched. It only made you want to tease him more. Nanami’s hips rutted forward into your thigh as you pressed up against him again. Another groan could be heard. 

“Stop that.” His eyes looked dark, predatory as he looked down at you. 

“Make me.” You didn’t stop, instead rubbing against him harder and faster. 

Nanami had to stop himself from acting on his impulses. He so desperately wanted to just grab you by the hair and drag you off of the bed — to shove his cock down that disrespectful little mouth of yours and shut you up. He wanted nothing more than to make you cry and drool around his cock as he fucked your throat. 

But he knew he couldn’t do that to you yet. You were still just a beginner. He didn’t want to make your first BDSM experience a negative one. So instead he grabbed onto your thigh, big hands squeezing your plush skin as he pushed it down. “Don’t test me, sweet thing.” 

His grip on your thigh was bruisingly tight. It made you squirm. “What’s my reward if I obey?” 

“You don’t get punished.” He stood up, standing at the edge of the bed as he admired your body. 

You couldn’t lift yourself up due to your hands being restrained. Any attempt at sitting up only causes the rope to tighten against your clit. Nanami chuckled as he watched you struggle. You pouted, “What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing, sweet thing.” He leaned over you and for a moment you thought he would help you up, but instead he only grabbed the crop that was lying just a bit past your head. He placed the crop between his lips before moving onto the bed again, sitting on his knees. He pulled you closer, draping your legs over his thighs and pressing his clothed cock to your cunt. 

You gasped as he grinded against you, struggling to hold back your moans. The fabric of his pants was rough but somehow still felt good against you. You couldn’t help the way you let your hips move in sync with his. 

Nanami hummed in disapproval, steading your hips with his hands as he ceased with his own movements. One hand held your waist, gloved fingers pressing into your skin. With his other hand he lifted up your bra, uncovering your tits. He squeezed the one and then the other, eliciting soft whines from you as he massaged them. He let go of them only to take the crop from between his lips. Nanami traced spirals around your nipples, eventually letting the tip of the crop rest on your left nipple. 

Your body felt tense yet relaxed all at once as he kept teasing your nipples. It wasn’t long before both of your nipples stood upright — hard and perky. You knew the cool air against your skin played no part in helping them harden. It was all because of the way Nanami used the crop. 

You yelped and your body jerked when the leather tip of the crop smacked against your nipple. You weren’t expecting that. The hand on your waist came up to squeeze your free nipple, massaging the erect nub before pinching it just enough to not cause pain. Whilst your one nipple was being teased with his gloved fingers, the other was being nudged and ever so often smacked by the crop. 

Though he enjoyed the way you moaned and squirmed in response to his teasing, Nanami knew you had a limited amount of time. He had so much more that he wanted to do with you. He could probably spend hours teasing your pretty tits… but he had other things in mind as well. He didn’t know if this would be the only time he’d get to have you like this. He couldn’t pass up on an opportunity like this.

He set the crop aside for good now, lifting you up and onto his lap. Your tits were at perfect level with his face, allowing him to plant kisses along your chest with ease. One hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you close to him whilst the other squeezed at your tits. 

Nanami pinched and massaged your one nipple between his gloved fingers whilst his mouth latched to the other. Your moans and cries only prompted him to keep going, to graze his teeth ever so gently over the soft nub between his lips. 

Your body couldn’t help but react to his touch despite your mental protests. You’ve been admiring this man from afar for so long and now… now you’re showing him the lewdest parts of yourself. You so desperately wanted your hands to be free, to be able to rake your fingers through his hair and feel his skin beneath your fingertips. 

“Please… I need more,” you whined, begged. 

His suckling at your chest stopped only to continue moments later. You were about to whine, to protest once more until you felt the hand at your back move to the restraints around your wrists. You hoped he would untie them, that he would allow you to touch him too. But he didn’t. Instead he just teased you by taking one of your hands into his own, squeezing it gently. 

His movements ceased once more, “What do you want me to do?” His voice was low and sultry. His breath was warm against your spit coated nipple. 

“I want to touch you. Please.” You hoped your pleading was enough. “I want to feel your skin against mine. Please let me touch you.” 

“Alright.” He was fast, easily lifting you up and adjusting your position to what he wanted. But still, he didn’t free your hands. 

Your new position wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting. You were still on top of him, but this time your knees rested on either side of his head, giving him the perfect view of your dampened underwear and the rope that spread your pussy lips ever so slightly. With your hands still tied, you couldn’t even keep yourself up. Your head was laid almost on top of the bulge in his pants. 

You gulped at how close you were to his cock. Even though it was clothed and restrained, you could tell it was big — bigger than you had expected. 

“What should I do?” You tried to look back at him but couldn’t. 

“You wanted to feel my skin against yours, right? Then go ahead.” His hands squeezed at your thighs, making your body jerk. He noticed the way the rope tightened and the way your thighs tensed in response. 

“But my hands—”

“Use your mouth.” He gave you no time to complain or whine. 

You sniffled, somewhat upset that you couldn’t touch him the way you wanted to. You struggled to manoeuvre your body in the way you wanted. You used your mouth to try and unbuckle his belt. But you couldn’t do it. The metal was hard and cold. 

“I can’t get the belt off… please…” You whined. 

He sighed beneath you, hot breath blowing against your cunt. You wanted to squeeze your thighs shut in response but couldn’t due to his head being between them. “Fine then.” His hands left your thighs and moved down to his belt, unbuckling it with ease. “The rest is up to you, sweetheart. Start here.” He pressed a finger to the button of his pants. “Undo that first. Then here,” he traced the zipper of his pants, “The rest you can figure out yourself, I hope.” 

You mumbled out a displeased “yes” only to be answered with a smack to your ass. You tried to hold back the yelp that left your lips but ended up unsuccessful in your attempt.

“What was that?”

“Yes, sir,” you grumbled out. 

His one hand rested on the fresh red print on your ass, massaging the soft flesh as the other toyed with the rope leading down to your cunt. 

You struggled to keep yourself composed, soft whimpers escaping your lips with every nudge to the rope. You used your mouth to undo the button of his pants. You struggled to unzip his pants, but eventually got it down. It wasn’t hard to get his boxers down as his achingly hard cock assisted you with the task. 

It was a lot thicker than you expected. The veins adorning his cock were thick and pulsing, guiding your line of sight up to the pinkish tip of his cock. He was leaking precum already. The tip of his cock was fat, but smaller than the girth of his cock. The hair at the base of his cock was neatly trimmed and similar in colour as the hair on his head — a bit darker, maybe. 

You gulped at the sight — and size — of his cock. You wondered if it would be able to fit. You’ve never been with someone this thick before. 

“Come on, get to it, darling.” Another smack came down onto your ass, making your body jerk. 

You moaned as the rope tightened against your clit once more. You didn’t say anything in response, only leaning forward enough to press your lips to his leaking cock. It was warm. The precum was sticky and stuck to your lips when you pulled away. You attempted to adjust yourself a bit before taking his cock properly into your mouth. Or at least as properly as you could. 

The tip wasn’t too hard to wrap your lips around, your tongue nudging at the leaking slit. You could feel Nanami’s abdominal muscles tense beneath you. You took a bit more of him into your mouth, feeling him twitch against your tongue. The veins on his cock were thick and protruding. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint where they were with your tongue. You did your best to take as much of him into your mouth but struggled nonetheless. You’ve barely gotten half of him into your mouth and already your jaw was hurting. 

A sudden nudge at your cunt made you jerk forward, taking more of him into your mouth than you were ready for. You gagged around his cock, choking at the sudden intrusion you weren’t ready for. You pulled your mouth off of his cock, panting and coughing. 

“What are you–” You weren’t given an opportunity to finish your question as the rope and your panties were moved to the side. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved that the pressure against your clit was gone, or if it was a disappointment. 

Another whiny moan escaped your lips as something wet and warm forced its way between your folds. Nanami took his time to taste you, licking along your slit and lapping at your slick folds. You tasted better than he expected. 

“Keep going.” His words were muffled against your cunt, but you knew what he said. He didn’t say anything else, only squeezing your thighs as he kissed along your folds and lapped up your sweetness.

You struggled to keep yourself composed, moaning as you forced yourself to take his cock back into your mouth. Your moans sent vibrations around Nanami’s cock, causing him to moan against your cunt in return. You couldn’t tell if his moans were forced to tease you or if they were genuine. Either way you had to keep going. 

Just as his tongue worked its way past your folds and into your wet hole, you worked your lips further down his cock. You knew there was no way you could fit all of him into your mouth without the risk of ripping the corners of your mouth. So you had to try something else. 

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, squeezing your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. You pulled your mouth off of him before starting to lick and suck along the length of his cock. You traced the tip of your tongue over each vein, moaning in response to the way he nudged his tongue against your clit. 

Your mouth settled at the base of his cock, sucking and kissing the soft flesh as you moved up towards the tip. You took his leaking tip back into your mouth, wrapping your lips tightly around it. You swirled your tongue around it, nudging at the leaking hole ever so often. 

You wondered if he was close. He was twitching so much and it seemed like his mouth had gone still against your cunt. His moans were no longer loud or teasing, instead low and breathy. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. It stung and you were sure that it would bruise, but you kept going. 

“That’s enough,” Nanami spoke with a clenched jaw. You ignored him and kept going, swaying your hips above him to tease him even more. 

You cried out as he pushed you off of him, quickly pinning you beneath him. His eyes were clouded and glossed over as he looked down at you. He sat up, taking off his gloves before he started to untie the rope adorning your body. You wondered if he was mad. Was this his way of telling you he was done? 

Your questions were quickly answered once you were untied. He pinned your hands above your head with one of his own. His other hand was already between your legs, fingers nudging in between your folds with ease. He coated them in your slick, nudging at your clit before sinking two fingers into your hole. 

“Listen when I talk,” he growled out the words, his jaw tight as he spoke. 

You couldn’t respond to him with words, too occupied with holding back your moans as he mercilessly pumped his fingers in and out of you. As his fingers curled and spread inside you, his thumb worked your clit. He wasn’t gentle nor slow, roughly massaging your sensitive nub whilst his fingers kept pressing against that swollen and spongy place inside you. 

You felt like you were losing your mind, crying and moaning his name as you squirmed beneath him. You couldn’t even squeeze your legs shut as he kept them spread open with his own legs. You were too busy trying to run away from your nearing climax that you didn’t notice the way he looked at you, the way he bit at the inside of his cheek to keep himself under control.

Nanami wanted to do so much more than just this. He could feel the way your walls tightened around his fingers, the way your breath hit his face with each of your moans, the way your thighs pressed against his. He kept fucking his fingers into you, ignoring his more sadistic desires as he kissed along your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin.

It wasn’t long before he had you come undone around your fingers. Your moans were louder than before. The way you squirmed and struggled against him could make Nanami go feral. He groaned as he sunk his teeth into the nape of your neck. It wasn’t enough to draw blood but more than enough to leave a visible mark. 

Despite you having just came, Nanami kept massaging your clit with his thumb, hoping to force one more orgasm out of you before he would get to properly take you. He didn’t have to wait long for another surge of pleasure to rush through your body. Your hips rutted up into him as your body convulsed with pleasure. You swear you’re seeing stars. 

It almost felt like too much. You didn’t have any time to recover from the first orgasm before having the other forced upon you. Even after Nanami let go of your wrists and pulled his hand out from between your legs, you were still trembling and twitching. 

“Ready for the main course?” Nanami spoke but you couldn’t quite tell what he was saying. Everything felt like a blur. You saw him take something out of his pants’ pocket before he pushed his pants and underwear down a bit more. He lifted his shirt up, keeping it between his teeth to stop it from falling down. It seemed like he was putting on a condom.

Despite your blurry vision, you could finally see his bare skin. His stomach was well toned, but his abs weren’t as prominent as you expected. There was a healthy bit of fat layered over the muscles. Along with the thin trail of hair leading up to his navel were protruding veins. You wondered how you missed that detail. The glorious view in front of you was soon covered again by his shirt. You tried not to grumble. 

“Ready?” You felt the tip of his cock press against your cunt. With your panties still pushed to the side, Nanami slowly pushed further into you. Thanks to the way he so relentlessly finger fucked you, you weren’t as tight as before — otherwise he definitely wouldn’t have been able to fit inside you. But even so, the stretch still left a sting as he pushed further into you. 

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs by the time he was fully buried inside you. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as his fingers dug into the already bruised flesh of your sides. You couldn’t even get out a moan, only panting and breathing heavily as you tried to keep yourself together. 

“Good girl,” Nanami praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You’re doing so well, darling.” He kissed the corners of your eyes, tasting your tears on his lips. He never knew something meant to be salty could taste this sweet. 

Slowly Nanami started to rock his hips back and forth. You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to go faster in order to lessen this aching feeling inside you, or if you wanted him to keep at this pace — for him to keep moulding your walls to the shape of his cock. You could feel the largest vein at the belly of his cock pulsing against your insides, like a heartbeat. 

Even with the thin condom he wore, it still felt like there was nothing between the two of you. You could feel his heat inside you. It felt like you were burning up from there where the two of you were connected so intimately. 

A loud cry left your lips as Nanami rocked his hips forward faster than before. And then he pulled back only to push forward once more. He was picking up his pace. 

You couldn’t keep up with him. You tried rolling your hips in unison with his, but he was going too fast. Nanami ended up taking hold of your hips as he sat up. You could no longer feel his breath on your skin, but you could see just how broad his shoulders are and how his shirt was dampened with sweat. You were a bit dissatisfied by the shirt covering his abdomen.

Despite struggling to keep yourself present, you reached out to tug on his shirt. “Take it off.” You pulled at it before lowering your hands to where the two of you were connected. Your body jerked when you touched yourself. You were still so sensitive. You ran your finger over your clit, moaning at the stimulation whilst keeping eye contact with Nanami. 

The sight of you touching yourself beneath him, the way you looked at him and teased it… it was almost enough to send Nanami over the edge. But he knew he couldn’t let you know that. Instead he flipped you over. Now you were on top of him, his cock buried deeper into your cunt than before. 

“Take it off yourself, sweet thing,” he said, referring to his shirt. His hands were on your hips, guiding your movements. 

“Fine. But I’m not replacing this one.” You lifted yourself enough for only the tip of his cock to still be inside you, moaning loudly. You weren’t sure what compelled you to rip his shirt open instead of just unbuttoning it, but it didn’t matter anymore. You had your hands planted on his stomach to keep yourself up. His skin was warm beneath your palms. You could finally touch him properly.

With his hands still squeezing at your hips, you started to lower yourself down onto his cock again. Despite being amazed by your newfound boldness, Nanami couldn’t get a word out. His eyes were locked on the way your tits bounced up and down just as you rode his cock. He couldn’t hold back his moans anymore. 

Soon both his and your moans were filling the room. You could tell you were close. Just like you could tell he was close. His abdominal muscles seemed even harder than before and the way his cock twitched and pulsed inside you was a dead giveaway. 

Just as you were finally starting to find the right rhythm at which to bounce on his cock, Nanami rutted his hips upwards, lifting his lower body off of the bed as he thrusted up into you. His hands squeezed at your hips even tighter than before as he lifted you up only to slam you back down into his rutting hips. 

The way you moaned, the way your mouth hung open and the way drool formed at the corners of your mouth — it all had Nanami in a trance. He kept fucking up into you, hitting that spot inside you over and over as if he’s known your body for longer than you have known yourself. He knew at just what angle to thrust up into you. 

He could tell you were close. You could tell he was close. 

Your bodies moved together in an almost primal manner as you leaned down to plant your lips onto his. Your moans mixed together as your tongues intertwined and toyed with each other. 

It wasn’t long before you came undone on top of him. Your walls spasmed around him, your juices coating his cock even more than before and dripping down his balls. The squelching from between the two of you struggled to compete with the way you moaned into his mouth. He kept fucking you despite your release, chasing his own instead. 

Just when you thought he would cum you were tossed onto your back. He pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty as your walls squeezed around nothing. He moaned as he pulled the condom off, tossing it aside with little care for where it landed. He didn’t have to fist his cock for long before thick ropes of his seed coated your stomach. He groaned at the sight of your skin covered in his release. He pumped his cock a few more times, imagining that it was your cunt milking him dry instead of his hand. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, laying down beside you once he was sure he’s emptied every drop of his cum onto your skin. You watched the way his chest rose and fell, not noticing him watching yours do the same. You were both panting, out of breath as you admired each other quietly. 

“Next time you want to do this,” Nanami broke the silence, still panting, “just give me a call and I’ll be there.”

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thank you once more to patchy for this comm !! it took me forever but i think the end result ended up much better than i expected !!

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OCTOBER 1ST. VENOM

“eyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time.”

♱ — katsuki bakugou + monsterfucking.

♱ — synopsis; katsuki’s been a bad fiancé recently, he tries to tell himself that it’s all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner — he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.

♱ — length; 5K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !

♱ — notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

“just eat her…katsuki…” 

“no, you can fuck right off.” 

“why not? she is unpleasant…katsuki…its not like we like her anyways…” 

for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his head— listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all aren’t what matter. red eyes drift to the devil’s incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat down— katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the woman’s skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.

“goodness, bakugou,” the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. “i’m paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slob— you look awful, and at my only daughter’s engagement party!” she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it. 

“see? you are a loser, bakugou.”

he wasn’t dressed that bad, sure, it wasn’t the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt you’d told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work but— it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. that’s all that mattered.

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Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.

“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.

He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.

Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.

“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”

Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”

Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.

“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”

You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.

You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.

18+ content, minors dni.

the category is men who cannot resist seeing you in a skirt. they beckon you close, make you sit on their lap. they rest their hands on your thighs, but two seconds later they've got one hand between your legs and the other holding your waist in place. two fingers push your panties to the side and tickle your clit until you're wet enough for them to slide their fingers inside your warm walls. they scissor their digits inside you, all the while blaming you for making them so horny for choosing to wear such a slutty skirt. in the end, you're left a disheveled, quivering mess, who can't help but want more.

JEAN KIRSTEIN · EREN YEAGER · PORCO GALLIARD · CHUUYA NAKAHARA · DAICHI SAWAMURA · TETSURO KUROO · HAJIME IWAIZUMI · ATSUMU MIYA · TOJI FUSHIGURO · RYOMEN SUKUNA

i think im gonna start writing again this year 😇😇

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nanami kento who goes down on you purely for his pleasure, groaning against your clit as he wraps his soft lips around your most sensitive parts. his tongue continues to lap at you, two of his fingers spreading apart your folds to allow his tongue to sink into your entrance, collecting your sweet slick into his mouth and moaning at the heady taste of you. his other hand – large and calloused, his palm warm as he smooths it over your skin – would hold your hip down, allowing him to bury his face between your thighs without you squirming under his frenzied touch.

nanami kento who scolds you when you start to tremble against him, heaving a deep, displeased sigh as he pulls away from you. his pink lips are coated with your arousal as he drags his thumb across his bottom lip, collecting it on the pad before sucking it into his mouth, making sure to keep deep, intense eye contact with you. 

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