Nana

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[nanaslutt]

ʚĭɞ nana,, they/them,, 18+ ʚĭɞ

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⭒ i’m a nursing student so i am slow to post!! pls be patient with me (fic requests: closed, smau requests: closed)

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[nanaslutt]

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠? 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

ʚ cont— fwb toji x fem!reader, toji is packing, humping, clit play, unprotected sex, no penetration, dirty talk, teasing, slight manhandling

The burning pain is so concentrated, it's too overwhelming to focus on anything else. He told you to breathe through your nose and relax your body, but it seems your body is at odds with those very instructions.

It feels as if he’s ripping you open from the center, no pleasure laced with the pain despite how he rubs your clit in perfect circles with his thumb.

After a moment, the pain disappears; left in its place is only an ebb of pain as evidence that he was there at all.

Something warm and wet bumps against your clit, making your thighs twitch involuntarily. It soothes the ache, making your inner muscles clench around nothing in anticipation.

You look between your legs to find Toji rubbing his swollen cock head against your clit in circles. The veins in his hands press against his skin from beneath, making your mouth water.

“You’re still too tight,” he says, his dark, low-lidded eyes on yours. “Gotta loosen up for me.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek as warmth creeps up your neck. “You’re too big,” you scold. “It isn’t my fault. That thing is a monster.”

He smirks, raising a brow before thrusting his hips so his cock rubs upwards against your most sensitive spot in a repetitive sliding motion that makes your head spin. He glances down for a moment before spitting on your cunt, his saliva landing just above your opening. “I worked you open. Made you cum twice with my fingers and tongue.” He slaps his cock against your pussy a few times, his amusement growing at the sound and sight of your arousal sticking to his cock head.

He starts humping your pussy, sliding his cock between your cunt while bumping your clit with each thrust. The sensation completely erases the prior discomfort from before as pleasure seeps into your body, making you dizzy.

“It's still not…” Your eyes flutter, and your lips part as your legs tighten around his waist.

“Hmm?” Toji leans over you, grabbing your jaw with one hand while bracing his weight on the mattress beside you. “Still not what?” he prompts.

Your gasps turn breathy as the pleasure slowly leaks into your stomach. The warmth blossoms like a flower spreading its petals, becoming an all-encompassing bliss you can hardly think through. “Fuck, Toji,” You gasp. “Oh, fuck.”

He hisses through his teeth before biting his lip and glancing between the two of you to watch how his cock rubs against your pussy. His head appears from between your lips with each thrust, shining with your conjoined arousal. “Fuck, that’s pretty.”

He glances back up at you. Squishing your cheeks together, he leans down until your lips are nearly touching. “Gonna cum like this? Hm? While I fuck that sore little clit?”

“Oh my—” Your nails dig into his back. Your hips begin to match his rhythm, thrusting up in time with his movements. “Yes. Yes. Shit, Toji. That feels so good.”

He releases a sound half between a sigh and a groan before he presses his lips to yours with urgency. He wastes no time in gently introducing his tongue and rather forces his tongue into your mouth, squeezing your jaw with his fingers.

Your moans get lost in the kiss, mingling with his as his throat becomes more frantic. He’s grunting into the sloppy kiss, his breath tickling your cheeks.

He breaks the kiss to moan against your lips. His eyes roll back in his head. “Mmm—” His cheeks are flushed red with arousal. “I’ll fuck you another day,” he groans. “I need to shoot all over this pretty cunt.”

“M-hmm,” you agree while your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth. “Please. Oh god. I’m so close, Toji.”

The noise he releases is so raw and honest that it makes the heat shoot through your entire body. He keeps fucking his cock right where you need it, rubbing your clit over and over again so perfectly. Your nails dig into his back harder as your back arches.

Toji groans in response, his hips canting in reaction to the pain. “Mean fucking hands, baby,” he groans, biting his lip. “Harder. I wanna see it tomorrow.”

The tips of your fingers go numb from how hard you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. Your body tenses, dragging your fingers upwards and leaving angry red marks in their wake. Distantly, somewhere in your semi-conscious mind, you feel a trickle of wetness against his skin.

“More p-pressure, Toji,” you gasp. “I’m right there. ‘m right there, please—”

Toji reaches between you and presses on his shaft, increasing the pressure of his cock against your clit. He leans down by your neck and pulls your lobe into his mouth with his teeth, biting teasingly before sucking to ease the pain. “Let me feel that tight pussy cum for me.”

Your mind splinters with the power of your orgasm. You cry out into the room, your abdomen jerking repeatedly as the tension inside you snaps. “Fuck- Fuck- Fuck-” You repeat the curse as a mantra as he works your orgasm out of you, pressing his thumb against the head of his dick right over your clit.

Toji grits his teeth and groans before pulling back his cock and aiming it at your cunt. His eyes are downwards at your pussy as the first rope of cum shoots from his dick, landing over your pussy in an obscene show of his satisfaction.

His eyes roll with every wave of his release, the tips of his ears burning red.

You catch your breath and run your arms down his biceps, soothing his tense muscles in long strokes as the last of his orgasm flows out of him.

“You made a mess,” you tease through a smile, looking down at where his cum is splattered all over the outside of your cunt and lower stomach. You can feel him dripping down your ass and know he must’ve made an even worse mess that you can’t see.

Toji grunts, wiping the head of his softening cock through said mess before pressing the head to your opening.

You grit your teeth at the soreness of his earlier attempts.

“Yeah,” he grunts hoarsely. “A very pretty mess.” He doesn’t attempt to push into your opening, just teases you there, but it’s enough to make you tighten up in anticipation—something Toji feels that makes a smirk dimple the corners of his lips. His pleasure-droopy eyes look up to find yours knowingly.

“Shut up and get off me,” you groan, pushing at his bare abdomen.

“All this and you’re still scared to take me in here,” he chuckles.

You tuck your legs to your chest and attempt to roll out from under him, but his massive body doesn’t allow it. Your gaze snaps to his with a pout.

Instead of deterring him, his smile only grows. He pinches your cheek condescendingly, eyes darting across your face. “No one should look so unhappy after coming so many times and so hard.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you say, but the words are slurred, courtesy of the massive bastard holding your cheek hostage. “I need to stop fucking you.”

He gives you a knowing look.

“I said I need to,” you emphasize. “Not that I will. Because I am very, very stupid.”

He releases your cheek only to pat your face a few times. “Yeah, but you make such a good girl.”

[nanaslutt]

choso and his droopy eyes looking up at you while you squirm as he sucks on ur clit like it’s a lollipop……….

[nanaslutt]

most likely to cum in their pants from kissing

choso

ijichi

ino

Voting ended onJun 30

[nanaslutt]

shota aizawa asking if you’re a good girl and asking if you’re ready for him while he maintains eye contact and makes you answer him while he curls his fingers against your g-spot

[nanaslutt]

guys whatever u do, do NOT picture nanami in a full suit loosening his tie while he sucks higurumas cock, holding eye contact as he takes him into his throat… maybe nanamis cheeks and ears are a little red… higuruma is still in his suit with only his cock pulled through his zipper hole…

[nanaslutt]

missing you mama! i hope everything is alright as you aren’t as active as before, which i understand, as life has its own plans!! just checking in!! know you’re loved and cherished!!

no pressure in posting, and don’t ever think you have to post!!

thank you for the love anon <3

i am doing extremely well in my life rn, there’s just some big changes happening so i’ve been dealing with all that and spending lots of time getting my ducks in a row for this new chapter in my life

i do plan on posting here again once i get settled <3 for now, other things have taken precedent but i appreciate your message!! i hope you (and everyone else) are doing well!!

[nanaslutt]

don’t worry, zayne with a transatlantic accent doesn’t exist

infold on june 13th 2026:

[nanaslutt]

HAPPY PRIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!!! EVERYONE GET GAYER NOW!!!! DEMAND MONEY FROM YOUR ALLY FRIENDS!!!!!! KISS. EVERYONE. 🏳️‍🌈

[nanaslutt]

uraume wrapping their arms around your thighs and sloppily making out with your pussy while you ride their face

their hooded eyes never leave yours, brows furrowed in bliss as you leak on their tongue and make a mess all over their face

they’re pressing their thighs together and subtly grinding their hips to get relief because they’re so fucking turned on by how hot you look above them, using their mouth

you burry your hands in their hair, exposing their pretty face in all its glory while releasing lots of “oh fuck, oh fuck,” as they follow your twitching clit with their tongue and draw circles around it

they just hum in response, the sound vibrating your clit and making your abdomen flinch and jerk at the pleasurable feeling

[nanaslutt]

who likes watching IT go in the most when he fucks you

sylus

zayne

xavier

rafayel

Voting ended onMay 14

[nanaslutt]

“𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓓𝓻. 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴.” ☃︎⋆꙳•❅*ִ

or: zayne eats you out on his desk when you visit him at work

“Oh my—” Your eyes roll back in your head as your lips part to form an O. “Fuck!”

Zayne hums against your clit, sucking against the sensitive skin.

You hiss air in through your teeth and snap your head down to watch him. His gaze already awaited yours; the hazel-green of his iris is swallowed by his blown pupils. Your back arches involuntarily in response to the pleasure his tongue gives you. “That feels so good,” you moan, running your hands through his hair.

Zayne parts his lips and kisses your clit in an obscene, sloppy tongue-kiss, ending the motion by pouting his lips against your cunt and sucking your clit. The sight is debauched and indulgent, reminding you of the slow kisses he teases your other lips with while you sit on his lap and help him wind down after a long day.

He french-kisses your cunt again before pulling back and pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “You need to keep your voice down, sweetheart,” he gently chastises. “These walls are thick, but they aren’t impressive enough to conceal your volume.”

“I’m sorry,” you immediately reply, needing to feel his lips back on you. “I’ll be quiet.” You deigned not to remind him that it had been HIM who asked you to say his name, leading you to lose control of your volume, but in the current atmosphere, you didn’t quite feel like bringing up semantics if it meant it would take longer for him to make you cum.

“Good.” He cracks a small, handsome smile, leaning into your touch while you run your fingers through his hair. “I don’t want to get interrupted and stop before I can finish here.” He leans back in between your thighs, and you have to clasp a hand over your mouth to stifile the moan that rose in your throat.

It was so sexy—how he spoke of making you cum as something for him. But Zayne always had been quite the giver.

His eyes flutter shut, and his brows crease as he traces tight, wet circles around your clit with his tongue. “Mmm!” Your pleased whine is muffled by your palm, but you cannot control your thighs that begin to tremble around his head. The hand in his hair tightens against his scalp, while the hand on his desk beside you crumples a paper you really hope can be reprinted.

Zayne’s arms are wrapped around your legs; his hands grip your thighs to hold you steady and keep your cunt pressed to his mouth while he eats you out. He shakes his head from side to side, dragging his soft tongue against you. 

It aches where he pleases you, never enough, and simultaneously too much. You want him inside you, above you, below you, around you—to be consumed by him and to be consuming him. Your hands can't run along enough skin on the nape of his neck, your nails can’t dig hard enough into the muscle planes of his back as your body jerks forward and you latch onto him for dear life.

You bite down hard on your bottom lip while Zayne grunts into your cunt, sending blissful vibrations down to your very core. He flattens his tongue and rubs your clit in circles expertly, as he has done a thousand times before.

And it’s too much.

“Z-zayne.” You manage to gasp out his name without crying it for the whole hospital night staff to hear.

He knows exactly what that sound means, so attuned with your body and how your clit twitches against his tongue and your needy entrance pulses around nothing. He wishes he could fill you, even with just his fingers, but he knew that kind of pleasure would be too much for now, so he settled for only using his tongue.

He nods, holding your eyes with his blissed out gaze. The tips of his ears and his cheeks are a handsome red, all flushed in his own arousal and pride at making his beautiful partner feel so good. He tells you to let go with his stare, to cum all over his tongue and make a mess of his mouth, to use him and ride it out until your body becomes boneless with satiation.

So that’s exactly what you do.

“Zayne, Zayne, Zayne—” You chant his name, your final cry strained as your lips fall open and your orgasm crashes into you. You gasp against the onslaught of pleasure while he continues to gently lick your cunt, careful not to add too much pressure to your clit directly lest he overstimulates you without meaning to.

The pleasure is so intense. Your abdomen jerks uncontrollably as you ride it out on his tongue. You feel entirely out of control of your body, your legs shaking and your arms taut as you hold his head against you, but your mind is calm and a sea of white, knowing that you are in the safest place in the world.

Zayne removes his mouth from between your legs and stands from the floor of his desk. He wipes the evidence of your pleasure from his mouth with his thumb and steps between your thighs. Using his thumb and pointer finger, he tilts your boneless head up to face him, slightly smirking at the blissed-out expression on your face. “Are you satisfied?” he asks.

In response, you lean into his chest and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his abdomen. 

Zayne grunts in surprise, pausing with his arms in the air before he chuckles and reciprocates your touch. He strokes your hair with a strong hand, drawing his fingers down to cradle the back of your head while he draws his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner. “I’ll set up the couch for you. I have a few post-op tasks to complete, and then we can go home, alright?” 

He leans back to see your face and bends down to press a kiss to your nose, making you blink one of your eyes shut at his closeness. “Are you tired?” he whispers.

You nod, feeling your eyelids be weighed down by boulders the longer your stay in his embrace.

You’re so exhausted, you hardly recognize you’re being lifted until he’s setting you down on the plush couch in his office. Your head sinks into the decorative pillow at the arm of the couch, before a weight is placed atop you.

“My jacket,” he explains, crouching to come face to face with you. “To keep you warm.” He leans in and presses a slower, more sensual kiss against your lips, lingering selfishly. He pulls away to brush his fingers against your cheek. “Sleep well, my love.”

[nanaslutt]

is this a safe space to say i need to make sylus mad at me so that he fucks me like he hates me

after seeing how much he manhandles mc when he’s NOT mad at her, i need that man to fold me in positions i haven’t even heard of

hell, i need that man to INVENT new sex positions to put me in and fuck me until i am dehydrated and shriveled

[nanaslutt]

anyone feeling extra maternal over adult yuji after seeing him animated for modulo????????

that’s son and he looks so tired i’m going to wrap that grown adult man up in a blanket like a burrito and put him under a heat lamp

[nanaslutt]

i’m sorry, sylus fucking SPANKS US in the new lads card?

this is disgusting.

*unbuttons shirt*

i would never let a man treat me like that.

*slides underwear down*

that’s so degrading and such a turn off.

*sticks my bare ass out but not because i want to be spanked because that’s disgusting*

i mean seriously. if ur into that u need help.

[nanaslutt]

what is my obsession with making gojo get ran a train on like idk i just see his stupid face and think, yeah, i’m gonna make 5 grown men cum on that

[nanaslutt]

im kinda a pervert