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… “ni,” 19. scorpio. fandom(s); mha, lads, jjk, solo leveling, occasional fan of aot, cod, bllk, other mangas/manhwas. open to dms/friends ?!music nerd. loves doomed ships.
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@nidarogue
all about me.
… “ni,” 19. scorpio. fandom(s); mha, lads, jjk, solo leveling, occasional fan of aot, cod, bllk, other mangas/manhwas. open to dms/friends ?!music nerd. loves doomed ships.
navi! — masterlist + rules / byf
(_ _).。o○👩🏻💻: toji (ur divorced dad bf) in this situation…
cw — slight somno not really lowk, MALE WHIMPERING AND MOANS, masturbation, teasing, yummy shit, age gap, g/n reader!
he barely gets any play at all, working long shifts, making money just to get by, and take care of his kids—yet he still has to spoil your ass whenever you want it.
whenever he got home he’d smell like oil and musk, the type of scent that can’t be washed no matter how much you scrub. at the end of the day, toji cradles your body and sniffs the crook of your neck like an aftercare routine. yet, as you lay in his sheets, you smirk, an idea popping up in your head.
he’s used to your antics of constantly teasing him when you know he wants it. fuck, you know it’s the best part of his day holding you close and splitting you open on his cock.
even throughout the work day you’d send lingerie pictures with that set you begged for, or your stomach all marked up with words he whispers in the shell of your ear. he’d pump out a quick load in a porta potty because his boner would be hard to miss.
so, despite his black locks basically caressing your jaw, you breathe slow, eyes closed shut as you squirm naturally—ignoring his growing length pushed against the cush of your ass.
he groans exasperated, “fuck, sweetheart, don’t do this to me…”
you press close to him, shimmying in a natural fashion to tease him even more. his boxers easily slide up, the cotton fabric sliding along his veiny cock.
“shit, baby…” he whispers even closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “you want it, huh?” you can feel his twitching length prodding on your shorts through his clothes, his lower half grinding against your backside.
“you want daddy to fuck your hole hm? fuckin’ fill you with my seed.” he grunts harder, scoffing as he lowers his boxers. his cock springs out, the heat of his member emanating below.
you can practically hear him growl as he holds you close, one hand already at the base of his dick, the other slithering up the hem of your shirt. yet, just as he thinks as you’re about to turn over to him, you roll on your stomach, breathing slow, eyes shut like you’re lost in a nice dream.
a loud groan reverberates in the room. “of fuckin’ course you’re asleep.” he whisper shouts, eyes trailing over your form suspiciously. toji then pokes your waist, (a sensitive spot he usually prods during the early mornings) very delicately to ensure your sleeping form is actually real.
sighing when he realizes you are asleep (or what it looks like) he groans, turning on his backside as he sees his hard member standing proud. you stifle a giggle at his audible frustrations, toes curling in to brush off the effects of his previous touch.
too tired to jack off in the washroom, toji murmurs, “should be fine… i guess…” in the quiet room, comfortable enough in your presence to touch himself. plus, he has all the material right here.
toji’s fingers wrap against his length slowly, fresh precum dripping from his thick cock. his work calluses make him shiver as he feels his skin, softly groaning as he sees the dip for your figure centimetres away. it’s electric as he starts stroking himself, using some fresh spit for makeshift lubricant makes this whole session easier—the head of his cock begging for attention. “fuck, oh… shhhhit….” he groans, licking his lips as he views your body. “sweetheart… fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”
you feel his eyes trail over, his warm breath heating the air, the bed slowly rocking as his hips start thrusting into his slightly clenched fist.
he’s watching you.
(_ _).。o○👩🏻💻: toji (ur divorced dad bf) in this situation…
cw — slight somno not really lowk, MALE WHIMPERING AND MOANS, masturbation, teasing, yummy shit, age gap, g/n reader!
he barely gets any play at all, working long shifts, making money just to get by, and take care of his kids—yet he still has to spoil your ass whenever you want it.
whenever he got home he’d smell like oil and musk, the type of scent that can’t be washed no matter how much you scrub. at the end of the day, toji cradles your body and sniffs the crook of your neck like an aftercare routine. yet, as you lay in his sheets, you smirk, an idea popping up in your head.
he’s used to your antics of constantly teasing him when you know he wants it. fuck, you know it’s the best part of his day holding you close and splitting you open on his cock.
even throughout the work day you’d send lingerie pictures with that set you begged for, or your stomach all marked up with words he whispers in the shell of your ear. he’d pump out a quick load in a porta potty because his boner would be hard to miss.
so, despite his black locks basically caressing your jaw, you breathe slow, eyes closed shut as you squirm naturally—ignoring his growing length pushed against the cush of your ass.
he groans exasperated, “fuck, sweetheart, don’t do this to me…”
you press close to him, shimmying in a natural fashion to tease him even more. his boxers easily slide up, the cotton fabric sliding along his veiny cock.
“shit, baby…” he whispers even closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “you want it, huh?” you can feel his twitching length prodding on your shorts through his clothes, his lower half grinding against your backside.
“you want daddy to fuck your hole hm? fuckin’ fill you with my seed.” he grunts harder, scoffing as he lowers his boxers. his cock springs out, the heat of his member emanating below.
you can practically hear him growl as he holds you close, one hand already at the base of his dick, the other slithering up the hem of your shirt. yet, just as he thinks as you’re about to turn over to him, you roll on your stomach, breathing slow, eyes shut like you’re lost in a nice dream.
a loud groan reverberates in the room. “of fuckin’ course you’re asleep.” he whisper shouts, eyes trailing over your form suspiciously. toji then pokes your waist, (a sensitive spot he usually prods during the early mornings) very delicately to ensure your sleeping form is actually real.
sighing when he realizes you are asleep (or what it looks like) he groans, turning on his backside as he sees his hard member standing proud. you stifle a giggle at his audible frustrations, toes curling in to brush off the effects of his previous touch.
too tired to jack off in the washroom, toji murmurs, “should be fine… i guess…” in the quiet room, comfortable enough in your presence to touch himself. plus, he has all the material right here.
toji’s fingers wrap against his length slowly, fresh precum dripping from his thick cock. his work calluses make him shiver as he feels his skin, softly groaning as he sees the dip for your figure centimetres away. it’s electric as he starts stroking himself, using some fresh spit for makeshift lubricant makes this whole session easier—the head of his cock begging for attention. “fuck, oh… shhhhit….” he groans, licking his lips as he views your body. “sweetheart… fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”
you feel his eyes trail over, his warm breath heating the air, the bed slowly rocking as his hips start thrusting into his slightly clenched fist.
he’s watching you.
shamelessly reblogging bc i need the people to see my vision 🚶♀️
(_ _).。o○👩🏻💻: toji (ur divorced dad bf) in this situation…
cw — slight somno not really lowk, MALE WHIMPERING AND MOANS, masturbation, teasing, yummy shit, age gap, g/n reader!
he barely gets any play at all, working long shifts, making money just to get by, and take care of his kids—yet he still has to spoil your ass whenever you want it.
whenever he got home he’d smell like oil and musk, the type of scent that can’t be washed no matter how much you scrub. at the end of the day, toji cradles your body and sniffs the crook of your neck like an aftercare routine. yet, as you lay in his sheets, you smirk, an idea popping up in your head.
he’s used to your antics of constantly teasing him when you know he wants it. fuck, you know it’s the best part of his day holding you close and splitting you open on his cock.
even throughout the work day you’d send lingerie pictures with that set you begged for, or your stomach all marked up with words he whispers in the shell of your ear. he’d pump out a quick load in a porta potty because his boner would be hard to miss.
so, despite his black locks basically caressing your jaw, you breathe slow, eyes closed shut as you squirm naturally—ignoring his growing length pushed against the cush of your ass.
he groans exasperated, “fuck, sweetheart, don’t do this to me…”
you press close to him, shimmying in a natural fashion to tease him even more. his boxers easily slide up, the cotton fabric sliding along his veiny cock.
“shit, baby…” he whispers even closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “you want it, huh?” you can feel his twitching length prodding on your shorts through his clothes, his lower half grinding against your backside.
“you want daddy to fuck your hole hm? fuckin’ fill you with my seed.” he grunts harder, scoffing as he lowers his boxers. his cock springs out, the heat of his member emanating below.
you can practically hear him growl as he holds you close, one hand already at the base of his dick, the other slithering up the hem of your shirt. yet, just as he thinks as you’re about to turn over to him, you roll on your stomach, breathing slow, eyes shut like you’re lost in a nice dream.
a loud groan reverberates in the room. “of fuckin’ course you’re asleep.” he whisper shouts, eyes trailing over your form suspiciously. toji then pokes your waist, (a sensitive spot he usually prods during the early mornings) very delicately to ensure your sleeping form is actually real.
sighing when he realizes you are asleep (or what it looks like) he groans, turning on his backside as he sees his hard member standing proud. you stifle a giggle at his audible frustrations, toes curling in to brush off the effects of his previous touch.
too tired to jack off in the washroom, toji murmurs, “should be fine… i guess…” in the quiet room, comfortable enough in your presence to touch himself. plus, he has all the material right here.
toji’s fingers wrap against his length slowly, fresh precum dripping from his thick cock. his work calluses make him shiver as he feels his skin, softly groaning as he sees the dip for your figure centimetres away. it’s electric as he starts stroking himself, using some fresh spit for makeshift lubricant makes this whole session easier—the head of his cock begging for attention. “fuck, oh… shhhhit….” he groans, licking his lips as he views your body. “sweetheart… fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”
you feel his eyes trail over, his warm breath heating the air, the bed slowly rocking as his hips start thrusting into his slightly clenched fist.
he’s watching you.
true form sukuna and his desire for flesh. | less of a god, more than human
cw: cannibalistic behaviours, licking, biting, grimy ROUGH fucking sex, groping, choking, consuming bodily fluids (blood), size gap, age gap, borderline noncon, f!reader, etc. (1k+)
--- a/n: i haven’t read the manga, but i wanted to take a shot at characterizing his true form/self if he were to indulge in such carnal desires with a human. enjoy <3
you were so frail.
so tiny beneath his body.
he could never quite grasp how you, such a feeble little thing could even dare to touch him, and yet he continues to allow it. here you are, taking one of his thick cocks, wrapped around him like a cursed knot, limbs intertwining with his in your bedroom chamber—only the sounds of your cries echoing in the cold night.
you provided him with warmth, milking his member, the other languidly swinging as he thrusted up in your far too small hole. as he looked down, he could feel your small hands gripping his bicep for an ounce of support. the whole act was confusing to him.
and yet, he lost himself in your flesh, the soft supple skin an addiction for some cord of humanity he unconsciously yearns to meet despite ruining it. was sex so interesting despite its crudeness?
it's... strange.
but you proved him wrong. each night he indulged, he could hear your heartbeat pound like a beating drum—so fast, so soothing, it was a record that you were alive. yet he could kill you at anytime.
he’d imagine how you’d look, blood spilling over your fatty limbs, his cum mixed between the liquid. how utterly vulnerable and disgusting you would be once you were gone. just like how vulnerable and disgusting you are now. it was an addicting sight.
as sukuna pressed you closer, he settled his first pair of hands by skillfully holding your waist, the other on your hips for more support to dig you deeper onto his cock. you cried out in agony—or pleasure. he had an issue telling which was which. you were so hot to the touch, sweat cascading like droplets over your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead as he continued thrusting, the movements monotonous.
large eyes bore into you.
“do you enjoy this?” his words reverberated in the room. it was deep and commanding, and you felt urged to answer.
“y-yes, i do—mmph—“ you managed to struggle out, pussy tired and sore from his length. it felt consuming every time he entered, your mind going blank as a slate.
“why?” he asked profoundly, eyes dark without a purpose.
“feels… feels good…” you started, continuing like an afterthought. “when you fill me up,” your tiny hand slid to your stomach. “i feel full. safe.”
sukuna’s cocks twitched.
how stupid could this little girl even be?
new post! tw: cannibalism smut 🤫
true form sukuna and his desire for flesh. | less of a god, more than human
cw: cannibalistic behaviours, licking, biting, grimy ROUGH fucking sex, groping, choking, consuming bodily fluids (blood), size gap, age gap, borderline noncon, f!reader, etc. (1k+)
--- a/n: i haven’t read the manga, but i wanted to take a shot at characterizing his true form/self if he were to indulge in such carnal desires with a human. enjoy <3
you were so frail.
so tiny beneath his body.
he could never quite grasp how you, such a feeble little thing could even dare to touch him, and yet he continues to allow it. here you are, taking one of his thick cocks, wrapped around him like a cursed knot, limbs intertwining with his in your bedroom chamber—only the sounds of your cries echoing in the cold night.
you provided him with warmth, milking his member, the other languidly swinging as he thrusted up in your far too small hole. as he looked down, he could feel your small hands gripping his bicep for an ounce of support. the whole act was confusing to him.
and yet, he lost himself in your flesh, the soft supple skin an addiction for some cord of humanity he unconsciously yearns to meet despite ruining it. was sex so interesting despite its crudeness?
it's... strange.
but you proved him wrong. each night he indulged, he could hear your heartbeat pound like a beating drum—so fast, so soothing, it was a record that you were alive. yet he could kill you at anytime.
he’d imagine how you’d look, blood spilling over your fatty limbs, his cum mixed between the liquid. how utterly vulnerable and disgusting you would be once you were gone. just like how vulnerable and disgusting you are now. it was an addicting sight.
as sukuna pressed you closer, he settled his first pair of hands by skillfully holding your waist, the other on your hips for more support to dig you deeper onto his cock. you cried out in agony—or pleasure. he had an issue telling which was which. you were so hot to the touch, sweat cascading like droplets over your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead as he continued thrusting, the movements monotonous.
large eyes bore into you.
“do you enjoy this?” his words reverberated in the room. it was deep and commanding, and you felt urged to answer.
“y-yes, i do—mmph—“ you managed to struggle out, pussy tired and sore from his length. it felt consuming every time he entered, your mind going blank as a slate.
“why?” he asked profoundly, eyes dark without a purpose.
“feels… feels good…” you started, continuing like an afterthought. “when you fill me up,” your tiny hand slid to your stomach. “i feel full. safe.”
sukuna’s cocks twitched.
how stupid could this little girl even be?
true form sukuna and his desire for flesh. | less of a god, more than human
cw: cannibalistic behaviours, licking, biting, grimy ROUGH fucking sex, groping, choking, consuming bodily fluids (blood), size gap, age gap, borderline noncon, f!reader, etc. (1k+)
--- a/n: i haven’t read the manga, but i wanted to take a shot at characterizing his true form/self if he were to indulge in such carnal desires with a human. enjoy <3
you were so frail.
so tiny beneath his body.
he could never quite grasp how you, such a feeble little thing could even dare to touch him, and yet he continues to allow it. here you are, taking one of his thick cocks, wrapped around him like a cursed knot, limbs intertwining with his in your bedroom chamber—only the sounds of your cries echoing in the cold night.
you provided him with warmth, milking his member, the other languidly swinging as he thrusted up in your far too small hole. as he looked down, he could feel your small hands gripping his bicep for an ounce of support. the whole act was confusing to him.
and yet, he lost himself in your flesh, the soft supple skin an addiction for some cord of humanity he unconsciously yearns to meet despite ruining it. was sex so interesting despite its crudeness?
it's... strange.
but you proved him wrong. each night he indulged, he could hear your heartbeat pound like a beating drum—so fast, so soothing, it was a record that you were alive. yet he could kill you at anytime.
he’d imagine how you’d look, blood spilling over your fatty limbs, his cum mixed between the liquid. how utterly vulnerable and disgusting you would be once you were gone. just like how vulnerable and disgusting you are now. it was an addicting sight.
as sukuna pressed you closer, he settled his first pair of hands by skillfully holding your waist, the other on your hips for more support to dig you deeper onto his cock. you cried out in agony—or pleasure. he had an issue telling which was which. you were so hot to the touch, sweat cascading like droplets over your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead as he continued thrusting, the movements monotonous.
large eyes bore into you.
“do you enjoy this?” his words reverberated in the room. it was deep and commanding, and you felt urged to answer.
“y-yes, i do—mmph—“ you managed to struggle out, pussy tired and sore from his length. it felt consuming every time he entered, your mind going blank as a slate.
“why?” he asked profoundly, eyes dark without a purpose.
“feels… feels good…” you started, continuing like an afterthought. “when you fill me up,” your tiny hand slid to your stomach. “i feel full. safe.”
sukuna’s cocks twitched.
how stupid could this little girl even be?
cannibalistic true form sukuna smut coming up tonight !
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・ mean maki w/ a strap | wlw ・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
watched jjk s3 ep4 and had to act immediately… cw: agedup!characters, strap usage (?), fingering, kissing, degradation.
you should’ve known better than to rile her up.
“fuck, such a slutty pussy for me. look at how wet you are.” she sneered, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, the other teasing your hole by dipping a thick finger in.
maki could go feral at the sight of you right now, slick and a mess on your shared bed—simply bare and delicate all for her. she wants to fucking ruin you for teasing her today. she wasn’t stupid, but you clearly wanted to be an ass.
you were bending way too low in-front of her, moaning her name in the shower as if she wasn’t 5ft away, and running your hands by touching her all over the whole day.
“fuck—m-mmph, maki, please…” you begged, squirming under her grip as she fucked you rough, inserting another digit. “c’mon baby… you can take it.” she whispered against the shell of your ear, a light, condescending tone as she continued to push deeper, curling her fingers just right against your plush walls.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she questioned, but she wasn’t expecting an answer—not with the way you were babbling whimpers against her arm. “f-fuck, m-maki, please.. please!—“
she tilted her head, a sick grin on her face as she looked down and mockingly spoke, “please what? use your words, bitch.” maki inserted another finger, fucking you harder on the damp sheets, licking her bottom lip as she saw your pussy clamp down desperately around her.
i’m alive again <\3 hope u guys enjoy this one. i know i did 🙈
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・ mean maki w/ a strap | wlw ・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
watched jjk s3 ep4 and had to act immediately… cw: agedup!characters, strap usage (?), fingering, kissing, degradation.
you should’ve known better than to rile her up.
“fuck, such a slutty pussy for me. look at how wet you are.” she sneered, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, the other teasing your hole by dipping a thick finger in.
maki could go feral at the sight of you right now, slick and a mess on your shared bed—simply bare and delicate all for her. she wants to fucking ruin you for teasing her today. she wasn’t stupid, but you clearly wanted to be an ass.
you were bending way too low in-front of her, moaning her name in the shower as if she wasn’t 5ft away, and running your hands by touching her all over the whole day.
“fuck—m-mmph, maki, please…” you begged, squirming under her grip as she fucked you rough, inserting another digit. “c’mon baby… you can take it.” she whispered against the shell of your ear, a light, condescending tone as she continued to push deeper, curling her fingers just right against your plush walls.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she questioned, but she wasn’t expecting an answer—not with the way you were babbling whimpers against her arm. “f-fuck, m-maki, please.. please!—“
she tilted her head, a sick grin on her face as she looked down and mockingly spoke, “please what? use your words, bitch.” maki inserted another finger, fucking you harder on the damp sheets, licking her bottom lip as she saw your pussy clamp down desperately around her.
*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・ mean maki w/ a strap | wlw ・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
watched jjk s3 ep4 and had to act immediately… cw: agedup!characters, strap usage (?), fingering, kissing, degradation.
you should’ve known better than to rile her up.
“fuck, such a slutty pussy for me. look at how wet you are.” she sneered, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, the other teasing your hole by dipping a thick finger in.
maki could go feral at the sight of you right now, slick and a mess on your shared bed—simply bare and delicate all for her. she wants to fucking ruin you for teasing her today. she wasn’t stupid, but you clearly wanted to be an ass.
you were bending way too low in-front of her, moaning her name in the shower as if she wasn’t 5ft away, and running your hands by touching her all over the whole day.
“fuck—m-mmph, maki, please…” you begged, squirming under her grip as she fucked you rough, inserting another digit. “c’mon baby… you can take it.” she whispered against the shell of your ear, a light, condescending tone as she continued to push deeper, curling her fingers just right against your plush walls.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she questioned, but she wasn’t expecting an answer—not with the way you were babbling whimpers against her arm. “f-fuck, m-maki, please.. please!—“
she tilted her head, a sick grin on her face as she looked down and mockingly spoke, “please what? use your words, bitch.” maki inserted another finger, fucking you harder on the damp sheets, licking her bottom lip as she saw your pussy clamp down desperately around her.
losing a bet to your boyfriend sukuna
This is for my luv @yenayaps, here is sukuna doing coke off us and fucking our ass <3 happy birthdayyy hehe (MDNI)
You lost a bet to your boyfriend Sukuna - you thought you could outdrink your six foot five boyfriend like a fucking idiot, but now your ass is arched in a pretty heart for his dilated eyes. Your head resting on one of his pillows as he moans at the sight, slipping rough fingers up your spine, laughing when you whine out.
"Ah-ah, stay still," he murmurs, taking the little baggie of powder that's been on his nightstand for this very occasion, running his hand over his cock, feeling it leaking pre. "My pretty lil coke tray."
"You fucking freak," you mumble, whining out when his huge hand lands a firm smack on your ass, leaving the outline of his hand print raising on it. "Mnh!"
"You lost that bet, brat," you sigh, conceding and feeling powder sprinkling along your skin, you bite down on your lip, feeling far too fucking needy, he's not even touched you yet, just gliding a card against the curve of your ass, where the little dimples sit on your lower back.
"Well snort your line then, Kuna," he glares at the nickname, you're practically giggling, he'd smack your ass again but this is primo cocaine, so he settles for nipping your ass cheek with his teeth.
"So eager for me to fuck your ass tonight, huh?" You blush and don't let him see - for all Sukuna's talk of fucking your ass he hasn't just yet.
"Just snort your line weirdo," he chuckles, the sound vibrating as he leans down, rolling that hundred dollar bill tightly. The powder looks so fucking pretty on your skin, he snorts half of it right up one nostril, switching to the other, hearing your little whine.
"Fuck," he runs his tongue across where the faint white residue is sticking, huge hands gripping at your hips, lips pressing a filthy kiss. "Arch more, you can, right?"
"Mhm," you do just that - usually you're a fucking brat, but you're so clearly horny and ready for him tonight. He spits a line of saliva right down to your hole, spreading your cheeks and watching you arch even more, hands crumpling the sheets beneath you.
"Haven't' even touched you yet, so needy, huh?" You turn to glare and he's smirking.
"Fine, no ass play."
"What!?"
"No fuck you," you gasp out when he spits on your hole again, swirling two fingers and pressing inside, making you moan, lashes fluttering shut. "Mngh..."
"What was that, brat?" He leans over, pressing them into the knuckle and curling them, the burn so fucking good you can hardly take it, eyes rolling back in your skull, your arousal dripping down between your puffy lips. "Couldn't hear ya."
"F-fuck... fuck... ah," he's grinning as you clamp down on him, his free hand tugging you up by your hair until you're up on your hands and knees for him, gasping out.
"Loosen up f'me," he murmurs in your ear, sharp teeth nipping at your ear lobe, a little bit of that pink hair falling over his brow. "Stop that, don't tighten up. Be a good girl."
୨୧﹕fem!reader, dry humping w meg
it starts with you on his lap.
you’re both fully dressed—technically—but that barely matters. his back’s against the headboard, shirt clinging to his skin, hair a mess from your fingers tugging through it. you’re straddling him, thighs around his hips, your core grinding right down onto his cock through layers of fabric.
and it’s so much worse that way. the friction. the denial. the sound of it, wet and filthy and obscene, because even with your panties and his sweats in the way, you’re soaked—ruining him with every desperate, needy roll of your hips.
he’s panting now.
megumi fucking loses it when you start rocking in little circles, your arms around his shoulders, breath hot on his neck. his hands grip your hips tight—too tight, like he’s trying to control you, like he could stop you if he wanted to.
he doesn’t want to.
“you’re doing this on purpose,” he growls, voice barely holding together, teeth clenched. “you know what this does to me.”
you moan against his throat, dragging your cunt over the thick, hard line of his cock again—so sensitive, already twitching under the fabric. his sweats are soaked through, your panties a useless scrap of lace clinging to your pussy lips.
“fuck—” he gasps, head dropping to your shoulder. “stop. stop or i’m gonna—”
but you don’t. you grind harder, rougher, faster, and that’s when megumi snaps.
his hands slam your hips down, locking you in place as he thrusts up into you—dry humping you like he’s trying to rut through your clothes, like he wants to split you open without even needing to undress.
“fuckfuckfuck—" he hisses, fucking up into you with short, desperate thrusts, hips jerking erratically, sweat beading at his temples. “gonna cum—gonna fuckin’ cum like this, you’re gonna make me—”
he buries his face in your neck with a broken groan, cock pulsing, and you feel it—his cum spilling into his boxers, soaking hot through the fabric, hips still twitching as he grinds out every last drop.
he keeps rocking even as he finishes, breath ragged, hands shaking.
you pull back, grinning, breathless.
“megumi,” you whisper, fingers in his hair, “you just came in your pants.”
his face is red. his eyes, glassy. his voice? shaky. rough.
“shut up,” he mutters, pulling you back in. “we’re not done.”
Gojo commission I did recently, had to put pants on him for this post booo 👎
this but he’s stepbro gojo who’s visiting for spring break 🤤🤤🤤
in higher quality for freaksterman
(idea came from "How High" by anon on ao3 😶🌫️)
Pairing: Step-Dad!Katsuki x Reader
Warnings: Step-cest, age-gap, daddy kink, quirk-play, spanking, implied power/authority dynamics, implied cheating, rough sex, bruising, biting, marking, possessive actions, light degradation, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare
Word Count: 4k
A/N: Here I am again, back on my daddy Katsuki bullshit; 4k of smut with a dash of plot. Thank you so much to @mindninjax for beta-reading this and encouraging me to finish it ❤️
“Does your stupid boyfriend fuck you like this?”
Katsuki knows you’re too full to answer, cunt stuffed so snugly around his cock he can feel every pull of your inner muscles. Keen eyes admire how your flesh parts for him, drags along his length, coats his heavy cock with fresh cream.
He loves you like this: on your back, nipples swollen, puffy, glistening with remnants of spit, your legs curled back, lashes thick with tears. Prettiest fucking thing he ever did see. It’s just a damn shame you’re supposed to be off-limits, that every time you cum at home he has to smother your screams with the palm of his hand.
Capturing both your wrists between mean fingers, he starts pulling you down onto his cock; hard, deep thrusts that make your body bounce and the sheets wrinkle.
“Best little step-kid I could ever ask for, aren’t cha? Always so needy for daddy’s cock.”
You were tempting from the beginning, the pretty college girl he only saw glimpses of on holidays, flirty and smiley and clearly into him. He supposes you’ve got some kind of fucked up daddy issues, and that he only makes them worse every time he finds his way inside of you. Not that he cares. You’re too sweet to pass up, cunt too tight and lips so soft against his and around his dick.
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༄ duke nanami bending you over his big wooden desk
in all your time knowing him, it would be a terrible lie to say you have not thought about the duke in bed — what would it be like? what would he be like? and while it's nearly become daily routine for him to spend long hours dining between your legs. you cannot help your curiosity.
you figure he'd want control. that it would be intense and demanding and your legs can't help but squeeze at the thought.
maybe he'd find some creative ways to use that signature spotted tie of his. your face heats up just picturing it. you could certainly help him with that.
you aren't the only one in the estate that's curious, but it seems as though you're the only one lucky enough to end up with the answer.