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How Well (or Terribly) They Handle "No Nut November" - Ranked

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Disclaimer: MINORS DNI

This is a silly internet challenge that probably doesn't have great repercussions for urological health, I would not recommend it irl That said, this was insanely fun to write and as usual, I got carried away with Nanami's. But like, super extra carried away this time... Call it severe overcompensation for missing last couple weekends

N/A

How many days they last: - 100

Get a mirror - that's what insanity looks like, if you're under the delusion you can suggest this to them and survive

Srsly, don't even think about bringing this challenge up with them

They seem to be doing their own though, some variation of 'Nut Everywhere/Everyday November'

It never hurts to make sure you know your place

To that end, they'll be filling you up so copiously - there's no space for any stupid ideas to slip into that dumb little head of yours

How many days they last: <5

"I'm the strongest" - there's no challenge Gojo Satoru won't cum come out on top of (Literally, for you)

But the evening of October 31st's gonna be rough on you

"If I'm gonna go a whole month without, you gotta make it worth my while, hm?"

You suppose it's only fair to let him get as much of it out of his system while he can

You didn't think his 'Limitless' applied to this...supply, but it does

Man literally only stops for swigs of Redbull before he's back at it

You lose count and track of time, naturally

"Well, would you look at that? It's already after midnight. Oops. Guess there's no point attempting this since I've already flouted the rules before we began!"

But you suspected Satoru would try to pull some sneaky shit

So you set all the calendars and clocks back by a day/few hours

The look on Satoru's face is priceless when you tell him

Oh, but there is a cost (Spoiler alert, Ariel, it's your ability to walk)

After all, there's nothing in the challenge stopping him from making you cum multiple times, apart from your physical limits that is

And since you're pushing him to the extreme, he'll return the favour in the opposite direction

What breaks them

Honestly, it surprises you how poorly Power translates into actual self-control. But then again maybe it shouldn't. Gojo is so accustomed to having (almost) everything his way and acting according to his whims, being denied is a delicious new sensation

But the novelty wears off before even a week is up

Gojo Satoru may command the universe in the twist of his digits, but you have him wrapped around your finger

He should never have let you order the strawberry sorbet from that gelato parlour, he's certain it's a trap you strategically laid out

But on the off chance that it isn't, and the way your tongue is wrapping around the waffle cone isn't meant to tease - well, Shit, your innocence somehow makes it that much worse

It's the dribble of pink sliding stickily down the sinews of your wrist that makes Satoru snap, that makes him grab your hand and whisk you away back to your apartment

His teleportation technique is disorienting even when you're warned well in advance, so imagine your bewilderment when one moment your back is up against the leather booth seat and the next it's flung against the satin sheets of your bed

Somehow the strawberry scoop survived the journey

But Satoru's gonna make sure you get more than your just desserts

You yelp as you feel something cold smeared across your breasts, quickly chased by hot swipes of a hungry tongue, the sudden switches in temperature causing your nipples to stiffen between razor sharp, wicked teeth

"Sa-Satoru, what the f-fuck? The r-rules!"

"Glad you agree, doll - Fuck the rules."

You haven't allowed him anywhere near you like this in days (days that you could count on one hand, for that matter), you have a pretty accurate assessment of the extent of Gojo's self-control

Or lack thereof

Give him an inch, and he'll give you his length take the whole yard

Not only has the bedroom been off limits, but you haven't even let him visit you or set foot in your home

And yet here you both are now, Satoru guaranteeing you'll have to do your laundry again, way ahead of its weekend schedule

"Baby just let me taste you,' he begs. But he's not really asking for permission, fingers already gathering the rivulets of nectar saturating your nethers, sweeter than any ice-cream

Oh, he's going to make you melt

Yet you cling to the one last crystalline shard of your determination, before it dissolves upon Satoru's tongue

"O-only your, your mouth, 'kay?"

You should have known better. That's more than enough opportunity for him to take advantage of

Or maybe, you did know. And so does Satoru

He has you just the way he wants; shamelessly seeping, lasciviously leaking, wantonly writhing. A mess, in short.

All it takes is a single look of longing, exchanged even amidst the trembling of your thighs locked around your lover

You don't know the number of times Satoru's had you shaking like this, but it's still not enough. You need to fall apart

He's a terrible influence, rubbing off on you in more ways than one

It was a foolish mistake, banking on a mandate of physical distance as a barrier to both your lusts,too easily surmountable in retrospect

You've given your own capacity for self-control too much credit

And now, well - let's just say Satoru ain't gonna be cashing blanks for the next few nights (;

How many days they last: 12~

Initially, Choso is none too fazed

He's gone entire centuries without sex, he figures it'll be like reverting back to that, just the same. And only for a month, right?

He wants to be your good boy, he really does

But oh, new habits die hard

It's as if his body's become more mortal in the time he's been together with you, adapted to primordial appetites, ancient hunger pangs that he's never had to deal with before - let alone suppress

And god, he's sensitive to your cravings too, how you'll curl up against him in the evenings, needing the heat of his breath against your nape to lull you to sleep. Or how you'll reach for him at dawn, wanting to entwine your arm with his, the gesture so sweet and innocent

but then those slumber-blurred fingers will brush against his morning wood, sparking something deep-rooted within him. Choso has to choke back a groan, to avoid waking you up before he can deal with it

He knows if you realise how bad a state he's in, you might be inclined to take mercy on him, but he doesn't want to disappoint

So lucky for him, he's got certain built-in advantages that other guys on this list don't, like that 'Blood Manipulation' technique

Probably not what the Kamo clan intended it for, but hey, he's a Cursed Womb, he was born rogue from the start

He reasons it's not cheating, you're still making things incredibly difficult for him, either awake or asleep - whether it's the unconscious grind of your bum against his already aroused cock, or the kisses you pepper across his cheeks on the rare days you're up before him (and even then, he's already 'up' before you...)

As the days pass, it takes him more and more effort to will away his erections before you can detect them, more concentration to wield his technique

But it can't bury the hunger in his eyes, in his touch, roaming ravenous and stirring you from your dreams

You know, you recognise it, even in the dissipating spread of your stupor and the squint of sunlight, Choso's obsidian irises glinting with the desire to devour you whole

But you only snuggle closer to your danger, pressing a smile to the edges of his incisors and asking in a drowsy whisper, "Sleep well, darling? Or were you restless?"

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you, love?" he grumbles.

Your yawns don't mask your smirks as well as you think, and Choso has to wonder about your questing fingers, how clumsy they really are, how careless? How careful?

After about a couple of weeks, when either your prevarications or provocations become unbearable, he takes refuge on the couch, leaving you in the middle of the night, much to your disapproval

You chase him there, despite his calculated retreat, ready with a pout, "The weather's getting colder than even you. Spare a thought for chilly ol' me, won't you?"

Ambushed by this excuse Choso can only sigh and wrap you in his arms, suffering in silence as you delightedly wiggle your hips against him, getting comfortable. You find his reticence adorable, and his restraint, well, really quite admirable.

You'll have to see what you can do about that

What breaks them

One of the times, it's more "midnight" wood than morning

It's never happened this soon, you'd both barely drifted off several hours ago -not that his cock gave a damn about Circadian rhythms

Choso's about to activate his technique, to force his stiffness to subside when the source of his troubles stirs, sighing softly

He allows his eyes to settle on the inspiration of his insomnia, the prone form of you. Gorgeous as always, truly guileless for once

Or perhaps you'd taken to subtler stratagems, Choso muses, gaze tracing your silhouette in a satin negligeè, from the lace hem riding up your thigh, to the dainty decolletagè fluttering along your collarbones, mottled mauve from his attentions earlier

You had indulged him, just a little that evening - some sick, twisted kind of encouragement that he still craved

"You've been doing so good for me, Cho," you panted, praise barely escaping the prick and drag of his incisors along your throat, your fingers fisting ink, nails scraping his scalp

"I promise I've been just as miserable."

Somehow, he doubts that.

It's a terrible night for a full moon.

In these wee hours, you're a sound sleeper; perhaps he can find some relief, just for a few moments

Choso's apology for his inevitable indiscretion isn't verbal, but he applies his mouth all the same, lips languidly tracking along your shoulder as he slips the laughably thin strap off the curve your arm, appreciating the slight shudder tickling against his teeth

He bestows these kisses with a chastity intimately acquainted with irony, his hips, compelled and compensating for modesty, relaxed and rutting his cock against the accommodating swell of your ass

It's good, so good, to be in control of his own pleasure again, just for a while, a little longer. It's divine

Choso drops his head, utters a small prayer, hands seeking out a miracle, muffles his groan when he finds you bare, wet and welcoming

Or perhaps it's no act of Providence, it's another of your coy little ploys, beckoning on the edge of Eden, beyond fig leaf and fabrication. Choso doesn't care. He curls his fingers into the flesh of his forbidden fruit, ripe with desire, stem snapping with a whimper of warmth and damp, the peal of his name thundering mortar against the shell of his ears

"Cho...s'so...good...m-more.."

Your lashes are still stitched in seams, brows knitted in a dream where you've given up this pantomime of discipline

And Choso's never known a crueler satire of desire, desperation and every ache he's ever endured before this night reduced to pastiche, pathetic child's play

Waiting upon your wings, for your eyes to fly open and flay him apart in accusation, disappointment, betrayal even. Yearning for a rending of his soul in the sneer of your pitying chagrin, chastising him, before he tumbles into a ravenous ravine, your merciless maw

He's a monster, pleading.

"Choso..."

A monster named, a beast tamed

Hazy, half-flutter of your lids stirs a similar sensation in his belly, moths drawn to the lampshade glow of your hooded, heated gaze

"Choose...for us...for me..." Your eyes slip shut once more, sparks seemingly receding. Only, they've stoked the embers in his loins

A guttural groan like the crackling of bonfires, as his agency collapses into ash. Touch-starved and cum-drunk, you never had any intention to present Choso another option beyond release.

His illusion of choice, an ambrosia you savoured

Your bodies have already decided, by the plush of your thighs, the spur of his hips, the whittling of regret down to relief, splintering into his moans, settling deep at last, in the lumber of his bones

And in the morning, aroused before you again, Choso's rich timbre reverberates against the saccharine redolence of your smug smile, turning the question on you, "Sleep well, darling? Or were you restless?"

How many days they last: 29

Only agrees to it because he's got an even kinkier scheme up his sleeve, and wants you in a position where you owe him a favour

Unlike Satoru, is on a mutually assured path of horniness-denying destruction. Celibacy for the both of you or bust.

Why should you get to have all the fun while he suffers solo?

"Gender equality, babe" he abruptly drops a light kiss to your temple and you don't know whether to punch him in the jaw or grab his face and plunge your tongue into his mouth; it's the most contact he's given you in weeks

It's as if he's terminated/paused his libido just by flipping a switch

You're envious of how easy it seems for him

Channels all that extra energy by being productive about his grand plans

If he's at all bothered it's very low-key and almost imperceptible, but manifests itself as sarcasm or teasing

"Guess what, cult recruitment is up by 120%! And I have you to thank for it. You really do have the best ideas. Maybe we should keep this going through December?"

You make a declaration about how you're gonna re-download Tindr.

Or hit up Satoru

Suguru just laughs, completely unthreatened. "You know as well as I do he's more of a menace than I could ever be." Unfortunately true

What breaks them

Suguru's resolve is iron-clad, nothing can crack it. His plans do not 'fall apart', they are deconstructed by his own volition

Or perhaps it's a confluence of hubris, curiosity and comeuppance

On the eve of his victory, he has you huddled in his lap, admitting your defeat. You've more or less accepted that you lost the bet, and that there will be repercussions - whatever those mysterious circumstances are (Suguru's only made vague references to them)

Still, it's nice to be touching him again, to be held flush against him

Your lips latch to his pulse, steady as ever, gliding up and down the column of his throat, shadowing every inhale and exhale of the smoke you're sharing.

Your hands, equally idle, snaking beneath his shirt to trace lazy shapes across his chest, in rhythm with his lungs.

It's disrupted for a moment, when a low chuckle reverberates through them. "What's this, a last ditch attempt?"

"I'm not that desperate." You scoff, pettily tweaking his bud and he jerks slightly against you, brow arching.

"Your behaviour begs quite the contrary, this late in the game."

"You're the one who has me astride your thighs. Besides, y'know what they say. Past performance is not indicative of future results."

He winds one arm around your waist, the other lifting the cigarette to your lips. Suguru's gaze is illuminated in a crimson glow as your cheeks hollow around it, nicotine thrumming in your veins as his laconic fingertips caress your lips.

"What," he murmurs, "You're not so crazy about me after this last month?"

You turn your head to the side, blowing out a stream of smoke

"Maybe. Maybe not. I have my own hypothesis regarding why."

"Go on then."

You press your pointer to your smirk, "Verdict's not out for the next...59 minutes and 17 seconds."

Suguru's mouth mirrors the quirk of your own. "These few weeks have been an experiment then. What were you trying to prove to yourself, I wonder?"

You shrug, refusing to give anything away

Suguru coils a lock of your hair around his fingers, tugging you towards him. His mouth molds heatedly to yours and you shiver, tendrils of menthol curling cool between your lungs as your lips part to receive his exhale

"You think it was easy for me, don't you?"

Amidst the heady fumes and the fog of pleasure, your gaze flickers, surprised at this unprompted sentimentality

"It always has been," you grumble, "More so for you than me."

"And yet..." You feel Suguru's sentence trail off into the smirk pressed against your skin, the unsaid emphasised by the pinprick of his teeth. Desperation enunciated in the whimpers rolling from your lungs and your hips; you've learned bargaining with Suguru is more effective the less articulate you are.

"Wasn't this supposed to be an exercise in discipline?" he mocks, rocking upwards, satirizing satisfaction in the torturously slow grind of his pelvis against your still clothed cunt. "You're hardly in the position to grade the assignment objectively."

"Yea, yea. The student has become the teacher or whatever," you mutter, reaching for Suguru, palming him through his slacks, which are rapidly becoming a misnomer, based off his light grunts and the way he bucks into your touch

"Testing me right till the end, ain't cha?" Suguru pants, swiping his knuckles through your folds to find ample opportunity to be your invigilator as well

"You'll pass, with flying colours, I'm sure." Gratitude escapes you in gasps as Suguru curls two long fingers within your walls, already weeping with relief. But all too soon the sinful squelching is replaced by the subtle swish of a zipper. Before you can complain however, your hear familiar sounds of sticky rustling

"Su...what're you...we're almost there..." Your protests shrivel, dry upon your tongue as you witness Suguru coat his shaft with your slick, glistening as the tip teasingly dips past your entrance, catching on your clit. You flinch, wondering if it's on purpose, or if he's just that out of practice

There isn't much doubt about the former when you hear his dark chuckle, husky against your ears. "I'm contemplating...Forfeiting."

"Why...why now?" you groan, even as you spread your legs wider, Suguru immediately taking advantage of the new angle to drag his cockhead a little further between your unfurling pussy lips

"Oh sweetheart, did you really think I wouldn't see through you?" Suguru's tone is wry, relaxed, even as his grip tightens fiercely on your hip. "All this time...it's never been about self control, has it?"

The collision of his lips is sudden as the crush of oxygen from your lungs, filled instead with gasoline fumes and tobacco flavours

Equally abruptly Suguru pulls away, a single thread of spittle swaying between you, iridescent as the twin pools of crude oil glistening in his gaze. "Wanted me to have a taste of my own medicine, didn't you? I really must commend you on this masterclass in manipulation. Though I held my own too," he muses.

That same thumb you've seen so often perched on the plush of Suguru's lips while he's lost in thought, now roves languorous and cruel against your sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling pathetic little moans from you. You squirm, grinding heavier upon the too scant source of pleasure, hoping to lure him out of his reverie. It works.

"I do just have one last question, I suppose," he hums, harshly pinching your nub, unbearable arousal flooding your body electric afresh.

"What," you hiss, coherence fizzling out with every brush of his finger against your drenched hole - but that's just the way he adores you, vulgar, vapid - all pretense of eloquence evaporating

"What the fuck is it Suguru?"

Without warning or even a hint of a telltale smirk, he spears fully into you, guttural groan eclipsed by the scream wrenched from your throat. Fuckfuckfuck - it's too long, it's been too long.

"One of us has the answer darling," Suguru rasps as you mewl for more of his merciless thrusts, a sloppy cacophony percussive in your pussy

"Who's really controlled by this cunt. You, or me?"

You don't know if Suguru intended the question to be rhetorical that night, the answer lost in a miasma of sweat and cum. Oh well, it seems you'd have to conduct more research together...

How many days they last: All of it

Oh my god

Finally, the man I started this all for

I don't even know what to say, now that I'm here

Look we all knew Nanami would come out on top

You're the one who's gonna severely regret (suggesting) this

Obviously he thinks it's a ridiculous idea - he's denied himself of his desires for you, for months after you first met. Why would he make himself go through that ordeal again?

But he does you the courtesy of researching it himself at least

And comes across a few particularly intriguing anecdotes, about the alleged influence it has on a man's load and increasing chances of pregnancy

The two of you have been through several rounds of discussion on that topic, ultimately always leaving it open-ended

In all honesty, it made Nanami a little uneasy, how laissez-faire your approach was to becoming a mom, despite all his persuading

I don't know how you could get more gorgeous than you are now, and I know it's a lot to ask...if you'll make me the happiest man on earth twice in a row

If it happens, it'll happen, you shrugged, wolfing down a bowl of frosted flakes. You grin at him above your milk moustache. Statistically speaking, given how often the attempts are made...

You wanted to leave it to chance. Nanami doesn't believe in luck.

You married a rather deliberate man, remember?

So even if the odds are slim and it's totally unsupported by any scientific evidence, your sweet strategic husband Nanami is gonna give you a little push to convince you...

Besides, he can't help but recall how beautiful you look on your knees, pride and clothes cast aside

What breaks themyou

It's not like you notice absolutely zero changes in his behaviour

You know his hobby's baking but now it's an all-consuming passion

Nanami becomes rigorously, almost religiously you might say, committed to figuring out the perfect brioche recipe

The truth is, it gives him an excuse to escape slip out of bed early in the mornings before the swell of your ass give him any ideas he can't get rid of so easily

He has to redirect all his attentions to other kinds of buns, right?

But the way they rise in the oven makes his mind drift to more... pleasurable endeavours; skills you've recognised him for repeatedly

Oh, and when you sneak up on him by the kitchen doorway, lured out of slumber by the scent of freshly baked bread, draped only in his rumpled button up, sliding off one shoulder...it's a good thing he set a shrill timer, reminding him not to let his hours of labour char to a crisp

Though fires still burn low in his belly...

He feels them, these tongues of flame lapping at the base of him, as you perch yourself on the counter so prettily for him, swinging your bare legs, the hem of his shirt riding up the plush of your thighs as you munch into scrumptious French toast, blissfully unaware of the effect you're having on your husband

"You're gonna make me so fat, Kento," you sigh happily, sucking fluffy crumbs off your thumb

And yea, Nanami agrees, he'd like to see you stuffed, swollen, bequeathed with stretch marks even...

But your tiger has to earn his stripes

so he doesn't say any of this, naturally

just carefully watches the way a dribble of maple syrup trickles from the edge of your mouth, weighs the risk of chasing it with his tongue, to smear it all over your clavicle, down to the hollow of your throat where he knows those ruinous gasps reside. He's evicted them often enough

So yes, it would be too great a risk

Instead he mumbles something about moisture ratios and you absently nod along, licking none-too-discrete designs off your lips, disappointed that Nanami's resisted yet another day of your deliberate displays of innocence

You're caught between admiration and frustration towards your husband's discipline, especially given how he had scoffed so dismissively when you initially brought it up

But by the third week, Nanami at least succumbs to the pursuit of nectars sweeter than maple syrup Ok, idk how this got away from me and became a whole-ass fic but there's more explicit smut under the cut

He'd been getting testier, touchier, even out in public.

Curt where he'd usually be courteous with waitstaff, valets, sommeliers who beamed a little too broadly when you gushed gratefully about their recommendations, whose fingers lingered against yours a little too long, wrapped around wine glass stems (or so he imagines).

Nanami's grip around your waist is extra tight when you exit the restaurant, remains that way the rest of the night - until it doesn't. That's when he flings you onto the sofa, all of two and a half steps past the threshold of your apartment entrance, shredding apart a dress whose lofty price tag he's well aware of, he paid for it after all. Or rather, you're paying for it now (maybe you both are).

You've always been irresistible to him, and yet he's put himself into this predicament; the high slit snug and accentuating your hips, inspiring uncorralled allusions to roam wild in his mind all evening.

And well, you certainly won't pretend Nanami's face hasn't always been an inviting saddle.

But who has the reins, really, in this situation? With him growling at you to grind down harder, C'mon he can take it, needs it. Or had you already forgotten? Then he should remind you...

That he will be the only one, ever, responsible for the scarlet flooding your cheeks, the only one to witness your bright-eyed stupor, far from any protected regions in France. The only one to savour the dilation of your lust-blown pupils, to taste the thrumming in your veins as you remember: you've refined Nanami's palette rather well yourself.

"Allow me this," Nanami growls again when you beg him to stop, having spilled enough to fill jealously guarded, aged oak casks - the wine snobs could have them for all you cared. If it's his indulgence, why does it still feel like the tables have turned on you?

"There's nothing in the rules preventing me from making you cum repeatedly, is there?" Nanami clarifies with a smirk that gives away the rhetorical intent of his inquiry. You shake your head, dazed, drunk, barely aware of the torture you've agreed to.

"Excellent." Nanami's grin dips out of view as he lowers his head once more, but the very eclipsing of it behind your thighs is sufficient insinuation of sin you'll pay dearly for. Gladly for.

But then, it seems the universe has other plans when Nanami's phone rings; deprived (or made depraved) by the bell.

"Fuck."

You're not sure whether it's you or Nanami who utters the expletive, but you both know there's only one person obnoxious enough to call at this hour

"Gojo-san, nothing short of Sukuna's resurrection is going to get-"

"Nanaminnn~! I'm so Luckyyy to have caught yooou! Can't believe ya picked up on the first time, I usually have to try at least seven times - did you know I was having a dough-related emergency? You really are one with all things yeasty."

"A dough-related? - no," Nanami cuts himself off, determined not to be dragged in by the absurdity of Gojo's request. He'd learned the hard way not to let bafflement triumph.

"I see this is you being superficial and tedious as usual. If it's not urgent or a professional matter-"

"What are you doing up so late anyway? Can't be the missus, hm? A little birdy told me she's got you trapped with that November challenge."

The two of you freeze in absolute shock. You both know, you would never in a thousand years betray your husband that way, so how the hell did that menace guess?

"Ah? That was just a silly hunch of mine but since the silence is lasting longer than two seconds, I hit the nail on the head huh? Thing is, you've been so tense at work, Nanamin. You've barely complained about Overtime. Guess it's cause you can't get off even when you do get off, hm? No stress relief waiting for you at home?"

"My home life is none of your concern." Nanami says tersely - perhaps slightly too tersely.

"Eh? But it is my concern, as your colleague and friend! Affects your performance, don't cha know?"

You absolutely loathe the emphasis Gojo's loaded that term with, but you don't even have time to be furious at it before you're flabbergasted by his following outlandish remarks

"I sympathise with you, I really do. My own partner set me the same challenge. Didn't last the week."

Gojo's confession is of course, absent of any shade of shame.

Nanami clears his throat of the second-hand awkwardness that he's always forced to take on in any conversation with Gojo. Firsthand, really, given the irritant's imperviousness.

"That is unsolicited information which manages to surprise no one."

Gojo chuckles, and you pity the maniac who's somehow putting up with him. "Mh, she was, for one."

"What, at his utter lack of self-control?" you hiss under your breath, but apparently, not low enough.

You can practically hear Gojo's ears prick up through the line.

"Ah, that the lil' wifey? Put her on, it's been ages!"

Nanami's about to snap something impatiently but you gesture for the phone. He passes it over wordlessly, with an arched brow; trusting, but curious.

"Gojo-san."

"Mrs Nanaminnn, why hello! You're up late as well?"

"Yes, just fulfilling my wifely duties, you know..." You cradle the mobile device between your shoulder and chin, freeing both hands to gently stroke along Nanami's cheeks, silently asking him to resume his original ministrations, before you'd both been so rudely interrupted. He obliges, gratefully trailing a smattering of kisses across the lap which could block out all the world's nuisances.

Its peak example responds, "Hm? I didn't know Nanami married such a frank woman."

"Well, it's natural isn't it? For me to fulfill my husband's needs."

"Oh?"

Gojo's caught off-guard for once, as demonstrated by the single-syllable simplicity of his reply.

"Every couple has a different dynamic of course, and I respect whatever you have going on with your partner, Gojo-san. In fact, my admiration for their tolerance of immaturity is particularly high."

You hear a protest start to warble in Gojo's throat, but you've learned a thing or two from him, and barrel on.

"However, I could never subject Kento to such flagrant, unnecessary stress. I know how much of it he's been under."

"I can't stand to see him so on edge, so desperate. I want to comfort him any way I can, and the best method I've found is by opening up my..."

You pause, savouring the shocked silence coming from the other end, for once.

But then, Nanami gives a harsh nip to your inner thigh and your breath hitches. It's a warning, a prompt. Hurry up.

"My-my ears," you continue at last, raking your hands though the straw-blonde furrows of your husband's hair, fringe already sweat-slicked back, as his heated palms drag you forward on his tongue, harvesting another of your barely contained whimpers.

"Sorry, did you say ears? You sounded a little breathy there, missus." Your knuckles whiten against Nanami's locks, aggravated that you've allowed smugness to seep back into Gojo's tone.

"I'm breathing very well, thank you - and I'm not sure what you heard but I did say ears," you retort with a short, sharp inhale through your nose.

"You see, my husband's the sweetest, most respectful, most wonderfully patient man on earth," You bite your lip to hold back your moans as Nanami attempts to disapprove every single description you've given him with harsh sucks to your clit, alternating with vicious swipes of his cunning tongue.

"B-but even he- he has his l-limits," you say shakily, wrapping your quivering thighs around Nanami's strong neck, feeling the pulse of his thick tendons against your calves.

"And the chief grievance he came to me with was unfortunately, work-related. A pesky, inconsiderate colleague who has no regard for boundaries or other people's private time. So, for my dear husband's sake, I'll only say this once, Gojo-san. Are you listening?"

"Um..."

"Kindly, Fuck off."

And with that you hang up, switching off the phone and tossing it to the corner of the room

You hear Nanami's laugh reverberate against the apex of your thighs, even as your gaze catches his, glowing with affection and wonder.

He only parts briefly from your clit to murmur, "Fuck, I love you."

You grin down at him, "Then prove it, mister. Husbandly duties are a thing too, you know."

And of course he fulfills them, thoroughly, tirelessly. Repeatedly.

But it's still not enough.

"K-kento, n-need more," you beg, falling apart as his fingers squelch in symphony with your squeals.

"Your c-cock. Cock. Wan' w-want it sso bad. Please!" you sob.

"Cum, c-cum too. Gimme all'it. E-every drop. Want your babies."

Nanami stills, eyes narrowing as you shudder and babble incoherently beneath him. Glorious as the sight is, he peels his attention away to glance at the clock and calendar on the wall.

"You have...ulterior motives," he observes, thumb cruelly resuming its languid circular assault on your too sensitive nub.

"Nngh! nno-No!" you cry out, grabbing his wrist. "As many - as many as you want, that I-I can give you. Wanna make you proud Daddy."

Nanami groans for the first time that night, you both know how that word triggers him, it's your trump card - alas, played too early.

"In the morning," he murmurs, promise tender against your temple as he pistons mercilessly, four fingers deep inside you. Stretched thin, not ready to snap.

"If you still feel the same, in the morning...It'll change everything, there's no rush, my love."

You wail as your final climax wrecks you, a contrast of fullness and emptiness wringing your body and rending your heart apart as you you lock eyes with Nanami, adoration brimming over in amber, as if it could quench his brimstone hunger too...

You cannot demand the dawn to arrive sooner, you already know you don't need the clarity of day.

But, it turns out you don't have to wait that long.

The rustle of sheets and rhythm of his sighs are still spilling into ink, shadows still kissing your eyes when they flutter open. Nanami feels your smirk pressed to his mouth, your thighs parting readily to welcome him back. You switch on the bedside lamp.

"What happened to 'in the morning', hm?"

"It is...one minute after midnight."

"Well then, happy November 1st, Kento." You giggle, fingers trembling all too eagerly as you reach for him.

"What's this?" you frown, grasping the material taut around his length.

Nanami's hips twitch, despite the reluctance tinged sheepish shuddering through his lungs. "I meant that part."

His kiss is slow and deep. "There's no rush."

You stare at Nanami, face cradled in his gentle palms. Expectant, mildly hesitant, waiting. As always.

All it took was a moment. Perhaps poorly calculated, barely preconceived.

It flit past your mind, somersaulting past all the fences and gates of "what ifs" and "how's", buoyant as a bird on the breeze, a gale summoned by his gaze, one pure instant of desire that conspires to slip from your mouth as you whisper, "I was serious too. Let's try."

To behold his expression is like watching rapid weather changes, rays breaking golden in those amber irises for a few seconds, all marvel and wonder at the sun-soaked, burnt umber horizon writhing beneath him, before something clouds over, thunderstorm scudding in his eyes, beckoning the lightning you feel arcing down your spine. Heated breaths condense against each other, tongues like tendrils of clouds chasing each other, perspiration pelts down from his forehead to yours, flesh dewy from yielding to him, lips parting for rainfall, as for once, you both pray for your bodies to yield something more joyous and anguished, something more cacophonous and quiet, than mere, wanton satisfaction.

You will never deny Nanami of anything, ever again.

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phoenixblack89 · 3 years

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Relief In Cell Block C

Part 2 of Desire For A Dixon

part 1 by @lilythemadqueen and part 3 by @fandomsaremykryponite

Lovely Lily got this awesome request and well it kinda got turned into a 3 part collab between the three of us. Enjoy people

WARNINGS - SMUT!!!! Female Masturbation. Sexual Fantasies.

After a long hot shower to ease the stiffness of your muscles, you wander back to your cell, pondering on a little light reading as the group winds down for the night. Hopefully they all fall asleep quickly so you can relief some of the tension in your body. This damn crush was leaving you more hot and bothered than the relentless Georgian sun. Easing back the curtain of your cell, you sighed and flopped down on your bunk. You dearly wished that tonight you'd get the release that had been denied to you last night.

Your muscles were wound tighter by the minute all day. Your most secret place throbbing and aching with tension that not even the long hard work of clearing the fence had helped with. Damn whatever that noise had been the night before. You suspected it had been Daryl entering the cellblock to do his inside rounds. But you couldn't be sure. Never the less you could feel a bubbling of desire building in your body. The mere thought of Daryl discovering your late night stress relief both mortified and aroused you.

What would the strong silent archer do if he found out? Would he rip open the curtain and drop to his knees to worship your dripping pussy with his tongue? Or would he be so horrified at it he'd turn away from you all together?

You shuddered at the thought. You could barely stand going through the day facing the dead without him by your side, even if he was only a friend, to loose him would kill you. You shook your head and strained your ears to listen carefully. The silence through the cellblock only being broken by Hershell’s snoring softly in the cell below yours. You bit your lip and blew out the candle beside you. Snuggling down onto the mattress and running your hands through your hair, untangling the knots from it until your fingers ran smoothly along the strands. You closed your eyes softly and gasped as your fingers trailed downwards, along your neck and over your collarbone to your breasts. Your hands found your nipples and softly grasped them, tugging slightly as your mind conjured up a favourite fantasy of yours...

The run was going to shit. Walkers had been hiding in the stock room as you and Daryl were rooting through the front. The first you knew of it was Glenn's shout followed by heavy footsteps as him and Maggie ran from the small herd. Unfortunately you were on the other side of the store and the herd quickly cornered the pair of you away from the exit. Glenn and Maggie had thankfully made it out, calling to you to hide and they'd get backup to free you as you two were trapped. Daryl grabbed your hand and pulled you up the steps into another corridor before throwing open an ajar door. It was a small closet but it would offer a small piece of protection until Maggie and Glenn could return. You raised your eyebrow at Daryl as he shoved you none to gentle inside the closet, landing face first against the back wall as Daryl squeezed in beside you shutting the door tightly. His back rested against yours as you struggled to turn. You could feel the heat coming off him in waves as well as hear the groans and shuffling steps of the herd coming closer. You sighed and wiggled not noticing Daryl had turned.

You gasped out loud into the dark of your cell as your hands caressed your inner thighs and slowly, gently ran them up to your core. Rubbing lightly against the coarse hair covering your sex, feeling yourself getting slicker as desire and anticipation built.

Daryl grunted as you accidently brushed against his hip, his cock twitching at the contact. You froze and gazed up at him, his blue eyes bright in the dull light and you bit your lip as you slowly bought your hands up to rest on his broad chest. "Whacha doing girl?" He growled out, his hip jolting into your own. You smiled softly as you drew his gaze downwards. Your breasts brushed against his chest as you pushed closer. "I don't wanna die without doing this."

“Doin' what?" He questioned before freezing as your lip caught his. He soon relaxed and began attacking your mouth with licks and nips.

You shudder as your fingers begin to plunge into your slick heat, the others circling your clit in slow almost lazy circles.

Daryl groaned into your neck, sucking lightly as he tugged at your shorts. The space in the closet not be sufficient to tug them down. He hissed before dropping to his knees and pulling his knife. You gulped loudly as he slide it up your thigh and then viciously ripped it downwards. You gave a frightened shriek expecting the cold steel to slice into your skin. However you soon realised you felt no pain as the blade slide into the other leg of your shorts. He had ripped the seam open on your shorts. You could feel the cold breeze against your now exposed thighs.

Your hands moved faster against your clit as you squeezed your eyes closed, sweat breaking out on your skin and running down your heaving chest. You could feel your walls beginning to flutter lightly with each thrust.

You ran your hands through Daryl's hair as he nudged his nose up into your wet warm core. He leaned back and his glazed eyes met yours before he tugged your panties down enough to not be in the way. You bit your lip as his wicked tongue slowly dragged up your folds before flicking over your clit. You arched into him as he sucked and flicked at your bud. Your gasps filling the small space in place of the walkers noises. Daryl shushed you and you covered your mouth with your own hands. His tongue was working wonders for you. The coil in your gut building and building. The feel of his thick fingers probing you gently almost made you come undone. As his first finger entered you and curled against your G-spot you clutched his hair and tugged.

You panted and thrashed your head to the side as your orgasm built. You could only hear the soft breaths escaping your own mouth and the wet noises of your fingers in the dark of your cell.

Daryl hissed and pushed you further into the wall, his sucking increasing as he slipped another finger into your twitching hole. You felt so filled by just his fingers that you couldn't imagine taking his cock. His fingers curled against your spot hard and faster, the pressure against it ad your clit making you see stars as you legs began to shake. Daryl grabbed one of them and threw it over his shoulder as his fingers worked magical sensations you had never felt before inside you.

"Oh god... Yes..."

You moaned as your peak hit you like a freight train. Your legs shook and it was only because of Daryl's grip on you that you didn't collapse into a heap. He licked you through your orgasm as you breathed heavily. The strong scent of your desire and cum filled the small room.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly as your body began to hum and shake with impending bliss. You could feel the beads of sweat running down your skin between your breasts as you panted and your legs began to quake around your hands. Your fingers strumming against your clit faster and faster, the thrusting and curling of your other fingers buried deep inside you more insistent.

"Oh god... Yus... Ohhh fuck... DARYL!"

The waves of intense pleasure had your whole frame tensing and relaxing at once. Lightning flashed across your vision as it ripped through you. Slowly you remove your fingers from your core, your slick glistening dully as you open your eyes. You pant harshly out into the silent cell block, trying to get your heart rate under control. You blink and freeze.

Was it your imagination or did you just see a shadow move across the curtain of your cell?

#PhoenixBWrites #daryl dixon smut #daryl x reader #smuterdays

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lily-themadqueen-andpinky · 3 years

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loool, 5 pages and we’re only at the foreplay fellows

#daryl dixon #smuterdays #I dont know how this will end

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mari3452 · 2 years

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Siemka

Nie lubię piątków, w tedy zaczynają się trzy dni, w których muszę jeść to co mi dadzą

Wiele nie zdziałam wymigiwaniem się, ale się postaram

Dzisiaj gorzej bo przekroczyłam limit o 109 kalorii, ale to nie jest nie wiadomo ile więc już to spaliłam.

Mam dzisiaj jakiegoś doła, w sensie jakoś nie mam siły nic robić, wszystko jest do dupy

To jeden z tych dni gdy mam myśli autodestrukcyjne

Najchętniej bym się położyła i nie wstała..

Ale nie przedłużając :

Limit -> 750 kalorii

Zjedzone -> 859 kalorii

Wypite -> 1.5 l

Spalone -> 115 kalorii

Trzymajcie się chudo, miłego wieczorku! ❤️🦋

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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Hi Friends! Happy Smuterday! I know I have not been the best at keeping up with recs and reblogs in the past, but I’m trying to rectify that and I can’t think of a more fun way to get that ball rolling than with some EXCELLENT smut.

Just like the 3 great things posts I’ve done, Smuterday recs are going to focus on the steamiest things I read recently that required me to take a cold shower afterwards. This is in no way meant to be a ranking system. The order in which stories appear on these lists will always be based on length- shortest to longest. My intention with these lists is simply to share with you guys some of the things that I enjoyed that just so happen to be zesty in nature.

I FEEL LIKE THIS SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING BUT I WOULD BE REMISS NOT TO SAY IT ANYWAY- IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 GTFOUTTA THIS LIST. Please also heed the warnings on individual stories. The authors put them there for a reason, and that reason is not for you to ignore them :)

So without further ado, please enjoy these steaming hot stories written by talented space unicorns:

Ezra/ Ocean by @oonajaeadira 1k words

Well well well. WELL WELL WELL! This one! Is something! Else! This is literally the most vivid and wonderful dream come true, and there is not a single part of this that I do not want. Its very different from a typical smut scene, reads more like poetry, but somehow is still just as tactile and physical and tangible as more straightforward smut scenes. I will be manifesting this dream every night for the foreseeable future and likely for the unseeable future, too. If you read it you will understand.

a snippet that made my knees wobbly:

Found by @insomniamamma 6.4k words

Okay. It isn’t a secret at this point how much I a) love Ezra with my entire heart and soul, and b) am enamored with this writer’s interpretation of these characters and this world. And if you have read anything in the “Prickle ‘Verse” then you should already know that this is going to be PACKED with intimacy, emotion and love. The only difference? The heat is cranked to 11 for the FIRST TIME for these two. The description says “the idiots kiss” and BOY OH BOY the idiots do not stop at kissing. This one is all about trust and what happens when you finally let someone in after they’ve completely dismantled your walls. Its about finding something that’s been right under your nose the whole time. And you know what they say, right? Finders keepers... losers weepers, right Cee?

a snippet that almost made me pass out:

Magnetic Chapter 21- Under the Lights by @something-tofightfor 10.9k words

Look, if you are a Din loving fan of The Mandalorian or even just Star Wars in general and you’re not already reading Magnetic, consider this your wake up call. Consider this your cordial invitation. CONSIDER THIS AS ME REACHING THROUGH THE SCREEN TO SHAKE YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. Because this is one of the most thoroughly fleshed out stories about Din and Reader that I have come across to date. Not a single second of it is superfluous. Nothing about it is rushed or gratuitous. It feels COMPLETELY in character and very artfully decorated in details that only enhance the already rich world that its set in. And this chapter in particular? OH MY KRIFFING GOSH you guys. I don’t want to give anything away about the story as a whole because this chapter happens pretty deep into it, and there is a TON of delicious relationship building that leads up to it, so let me just say this: the wait, the tension, the buildup, the push and pull of it all was SO DAMN WORTH IT. Reader is a lucky bitch.

a snippet that absolutely obliterated me:

#smuterday #saturday smut recs #smut recs #pedro pascal characters #ezra (prospect)#din djarin #ezra (prospect) x f!reader #din djarin x f!reader #these are smuts #a bushel of lemons for your enjoyment #oonajaeadira #insomniamamma #something tofightfor

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munsonology · 11 months

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Rockstar!eddie and baywatch!reader pleeeaassee. Do whatever you want, just give us crazy insanely smuttyyy ❤️‍🔥😏🫠🍆💦🍑

Rockstar!eddie and baywatch!reader are in my top 3 of eddie's right now!!!!

i love giving readers names, it makes me feel more connected. i named baywatch!reader Darla!

Mitch assigned you to the quietest zone on the beach. since it was revealed you'd been dating corroded coffin frontman Eddie munson the beach had been taken over by fans and paparazzi. rescues for the team had been even more dangerous than it usually is. Photographers would put themselves in harms way to get a picture of Eddie Munson's lover, even better if she's saving a life. You'd beg to differ seeing most of the published pics on the tabloid stands were of your uniform stuck in your ass. How convenient they would publish you had hauled a 150 lb man from the ocean.

You understood why Mitch made the decision, but you couldn't help but feel you were being punished. You watched the waves roll in and out. the most action you'd had all day was helping free a turtle from a fish net.

"Is that my little starla Darla?" you hear from below the tower. you look down to see Eddie waving at you. he held up a picnic basket and a blanket. "can you have a little early dinner?"

"I don't know..." you sigh.

"Come on! you only have an hour left."

"if someone sees--"

"there's no one out here, baby."

you look down at him over your ray bans. he looked so good. his hair was loose around his shoulders, the buttons of his black shirt undone, letting his tattoos and the chains around his neck peak through. you always gave in too easily when he looked like this.

you waved for him to come up to the tower. if you were caught you'd hear from mitch later. Eddie approached you with a deep kiss. his hands squeezed your ass.

"what about dinner?" you asked as his lips moved down your neck. you felt his already hard cock against your stomach.

"don't worry about it, baby. I have a feast planned."

he backed you into the tower, closing the door behind him. the way his eyes darkened sent shivers down your spine and throb to your cunt. you felt your legs hit the cot and sat down. your legs seem to open on their own.

eddie dropped to his knees in front of you. his ring covered fingers lightly trailed from your ankle to your inner thighs. with a lick of his lips he moved the crotch of your swimsuit to the side.

"fuck," he mumbled. if he could live between your sweet thighs he'd move right in. he'd never leave. the only thing better than your clit between his teeth was sinking his cock in your cunt.

Eddie leaned forward and spit right on your pussy. you moaned as he rubbed the slick around.

"bon appetit," you tease.

eddie dives into your cunt. his tongue is hot and thick on your clit, curling and sucking you like a straw.

"fuck! eddie!" your hands run through his curls. you pull the hair at the crown of his scalp. he let's out a moan that vibrates around your pussy.

three of his fingers work you open, reaching your gspot in record time. the large skull ring pressed against your button.

"d'ya like that baby?" he groans.

"yes! please, i'm close." you plead. Eddie lifts his head from your cunt to your lips. he kisses you hard, the taste of your pussy smeared between you.

he chuckles hearing the squelch of your cunt. fuck, you were always so wet for him. he loved how easy it was for you to soak the sheets in his bedroom. "can i cum?" your voice breathy, on the cusp of ecstasy. the bullying of your gspot drives you wild.

with a cry of his name, you release, soaking the cot beneath you and eddie. "fuck, my little super soaker," he teases. trembling from your orgasm, eddie rubs your thighs and places a kiss on your clit.

"i love you, baby," he whispers.

"i love you too rockstar."

IM GONNNA EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #munsonology’s eddieverse #fem reader #sav’s mailroom #sav’s moots #eddie munson fem!reader #baywatch!reader #rockstar!eddie and baywatch!reader #smuterday #rx: smut #rx smut #eddie smut #smut #eddie munson smut #munsonlogy's smuterday

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the-iron-orchid · 2 years

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For Jissana, touch #17: holding the other’s chin up? 😏

🍋🔞 Smuterday has arrived!

[ Touches Asks ]

Warnings: D/s dynamic, kink musings, bondage, nip play, temperature play, biting/marking, naughty magic hand, magic digital penetration so the usual ~630 words

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While the first few encounters with a new partner have the wonderful luster of novelty to them, Jinana’s true enjoyment begins to surface once s/he starts to understand them. There is a rhythm and a poetry to every body that comes under hir command; there are unique keys to submission for every mind that gives itself over to hir.

S/he has begun to know just what it is that unlocks the gate for Vissenta, what allows her to slip through to the other side… and what will drag her down like a riptide, drowning.

S/he delights in keeping her just at the edge of that place, watching her formidable will struggle against her own desire to slip away under Jinana’s words and actions. S/he has begun to know the tells now, the more subtle signs that herald the slide to surrender.

And right now, it is a struggle indeed.

The chair in Jinana’s bedroom was made to hir specifications, and when it is not covered in the clothing s/he can’t be troubled to replace in hir armoire, its padded leather back can be rotated and secured in various ways. Several of the brass ornaments act to conceal sturdy attachment points. Vissenta is currently bent over this transforming chair, her arms bound behind her back in a harness of lovely purple cords. Her legs are secured to the legs of the chair, spread just enough that she cannot avoid the attentions of Jinana’s spectral third hand - enough to keep her squirming with excitement, not quite enough to push her to climax.

The edge of the chair-back rests just below her breasts, leaving them and the perked pink nipples vulnerable to Jinana’s whims. The surface of the skin is already decorated here and there with the marks of hir mouth and teeth.

S/he divides hir attention in the way that Master Borgia once taught hir - though most certainly not for this use - and causes hir fingertips to become magically chill, while still maintaining the ghostly hand that strokes so tormentingly. S/he touches hir fingertips to the swollen nipples, and Vissenta’s body jerks, her hips giving a brief, hard buck. Another touch, slowly circling, and her eyelids begin to flutter faintly - a tell.

Jinana lifts her chin in hir icy fingers, forcing Vis to look up at hir. “Stay with me,” s/he says, hir voice firm, unyielding.

With a visible effort of will, Vissenta drags herself back, her serpentine-green eyes clearing as they lock with Jinana’s.

“There’s my good girl.” This is perhaps unfair; Vis’ entire body shudders, but still she manages to stay out of the whirlpool that threatens to pull her down. Jinana smiles, bestowing a gentle kiss on her trembling lips.

S/he has not quite gotten Vissenta to beg, not yet. To ask, yes, even to plead a little - but s/he is confident that s/he will uncover the key to this, too. And when s/he does, s/he will hold it safe with all of the other keys, all of the parts of Vissenta’s being that s/he has uncovered, and will yet uncover, for as long as she permits.

The fingers of the conjured hand cease their stroking and slowly push their way into Vis’ body, eliciting a throaty moan of need; as they begin to move, and Jinana’s own fingertips once more begin to apply those brief touches of shocking cold to her nipples, the wave once more threatens to bring her under.

“Go on, madhubala,” s/he murmurs. “My sweet girl.” With a soft sigh, almost of relief, Vissenta’s body relaxes, receptive, ready for the next stage of their play.

Jinana has not quite gotten her to beg, not yet. But s/he will.

#Jenjamin's writing tag #jinana aditya #vissenta senadz #Jissana #The Wheel of Life and Death #lemon #ask memes answered #thanks for sending in! 💕

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natixxini · 3 years

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~"No i jak tu być dorosłym skoro każdy traktuje cię jak dziecko."~

#smuterday #i'm sad #sad poem #samotność #bezsilność #niezrozumienie #nie mam siły

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mer-rcia · 3 years

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Weź mnie za rękę i poczuj jak bije mi serce.

#polski tumblr #zły dzień #złe samopoczucie #smuterday #mój ból #cierpienie #życie #nie mam ciebie #polska #ból serca #moje słowa

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unwilling-survivor · 3 years

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9. What’s your darkest fantasy~? [Franks-Mixtape]

((Tw rape— it’s darkest, okay))

Sam frowns. A number of things come to mind, but there’s no possible way she’d fess up to them. “......Just— to be clear, this is ‘fantasy’ as in ‘not in real life,’ right? Because, like... there’s shit I would hate in real life that’s attractive in theory only.” Heat creeps up the back of her neck. Lots of things. Very very many things. Mostly involving things that no self-respecting woman should agree to - and, to be fair, in those fantasies she isn’t exactly agreeing.

“Let’s— okay, how about we— role play, alright? A role play scenario with a trusted partner.” She lets that statement sit for a moment to make her point. Then she examines her nails as she speaks. “I... may be into some rough play.” Understatement. Also not hard to guess. “Like... mostly grabbing and manhandling stuff. Like... role play-wise, some— reluctance.” And... “And maybe possibly some chemical interference.” Again, not hard to surmise, based on her minor addiction to the Bastard’s drug. And—

“And maybe— more. People.” Her ears are burning. “Or, like, the threat of them, at least. I don’t think in real life I could handle— I don’t think I could trust that many people to let them do any... But maybe like... strangers. I wouldn’t want to see anyone again, if it was anything like that.” She’s being incredibly vague. Her head swims with ideas that make her shift in her seat.

“Honestly, there’s...” There’s a lot of possibilities. Sam shakes her head. “I dunno. I like attention, I guess.” Her tone is flat. It’s frustrating, honestly, to have such demeaning fantasies. Sure would be great if she could be the one running things in her head, but apparently she just prefers others to make her do it. Stupid. Blame it on society, on porn, on whatever. But the idea of being a favorite sex object is - unfortunately - appealing. Enough hands on her to completely break any train of thought, being used and abused... Sam glares, chewing on her thumb. She hates that that’s a thing she likes.

((In other words; public use, gang rape, humiliation and degradation. Wind all that up into one nightmare and call it the darkest fantasy. Never something she’d want in reality, but that’s what blindfolds and role play are for.))

#rated m for mori #nsft #samswers is a pun and i'm not proud of it #sinday #but smuterday #dead dove do not read

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sandsorghum · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 20 - Adult Toys, Part Two

And now for the Second Years ;) Inumaki simps stick around after the cut, I've prepared a banquet for you poor starving things

Wonder what Megumi, Yuji and Nobara got? ;)

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YUTA

How they react:

Yuta is really pleased that you trust him enough to come to him to openly talk about your desires. It leads to a whole conversation about what kinks you two would like to explore, including several surprising ones on his part. You’re willing to try (just about) anything with each other, but you’re both more than a bit shy about discussing sex with strangers. Still, you figure it’s best to ask the experts so you suggest visiting a shop. Yuta takes a lot of convincing to agree to this, but you always know how to get what you want (hint: you don’t always ask verbally since your mouth is full)

What you get:

The two of you ease yourselves into this world with a silicon dildo that’s a couple inches longer than what Yuta is packing. He jokingly asks you if you’re a size queen but you sense the underlying uncertainty, and point blank tell him you prefer something that can fit inside you without two hours’ prep. Plus, you’ll take the real deal any day. You love it when Yuta accidentally cums and squirts deep inside you until your hole is a dripping mess. In fact, the both of you realize it’s nearly impossible for you to fit the entirety of the fake cock within you without Yuta generously lubing you up with his semen, so he’s extraordinarily pleased with how much you need him. Quite often, you’re so satisfied you don’t need the dildo after. Yuta’s stroke game improves a lot in the months that follow your purchase, and you wonder if it’s a conscious effort or something he picked up by closely observing the pace you like when he’s using the toy to bring you to completion, or when warming you up for another round. Neither of you really see the need to own many sex toys, Yuta enjoys knowing he can please you solely by his hands or other appendages, so your collection, if it can be called that, will consist of the basics. The original dildo, a clitoral vibrator and maybe a small bullet one you wear out in public every once in a while when Yuta wants to drive you crazy <3

MAKI

How they react:

Girl is a cursed tool user so she’s more than happy to accommodate your request, in fact she'd have brought it up if you didn’t suggest it first. But she kind of falls down a rabbit hole with the research, applying the same kind of dedication to her weapon mastery since she’s determined to get the one best suited to the both of you. You end up in a silly argument with her that there’s no real difference between 4 or 5 speed patterns, or if it’s ribbed or if it uses double versus triple A batteries to get charged. But it leads to some of the most intense make up sex that makes you wonder if you do need a toy after all.

What you get:

Maki surprises you on Valentine’s with a rabbit vibrator. She had gone to the shop without you, and you pout a little that she hadn’t consulted you on what to get, but you can’t really complain when she immediately puts it to good use that night. You’re kind of shocked by her affinity with it off the bat, but then again you shouldn’t be surprised. Not just because she’s generally adept at using tools but because Maki knows your body so well, possibly even better than you do. At least, that’s what you think when you’re sprawled on the bed, coming off the high of your who-knows-what orgasm. She’ll tease you and call you a pillow princess so you’re eager to return the favour and thank her for being such an amazing partner. If both of you are the type to be adventurous in bed, expect not to be able to open any presents in front of your parents for a while during Christmases and birthdays. Strap-ons, nipple clamps, double-ended dildos and so on get added to Maki’s arsenal. Eventually she decides she doesn’t need an occasion to share a gift with you.

TOGE

How they react:

He is 100% on board with you, but doesn’t know where to start.

If you already own one, he’ll ask you to show him what you do with it, enjoying every minute of his private show. If you don’t, the two of you will watch a few hands-on videos and figure things out together. He will have a relatively strong preference to get it shipped to your doorstep (his degree of insistence would be second only to Yuta), but you’re a tactile shopper and who knows what kind of inspiration the two of you may get along the way? It takes a couple of weeks and several longer nights to persuade him, but he winds up at the store with his collar higher than ever, maybe up to the brows haha.

What you get: Your prediction paid off. Toge spots something he really likes and sneakily adds it to the basket, then offers to pay. You thought you had both settled on getting a G-spot stimulator, but he shyly pulls out a ball-gag from the shopping bag as well.

Explicit smut under the cut!

“Both at once?” you question, raising a brow. If you’re up for it, he tells you. You think about it, there probably wouldn’t be much difference from when he gags you with his palm or your panties.

“Ok,” you say, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let’s try.”

You really benefit from the 'tutorials’ you and Toge looked at. He follows the tips recommended, starting you off with a few familiar moves in his foreplay repertoire; you know they’re his favourite not just because they’re the ones he’s most confident in, but due to how they always draw such reliably slutty reactions from you.

In minutes you’re moaning from his mouth when he chooses that exact moment to improvise, turning the toy on with a flick and sliding it against your slit. You gasp at the abrupt sensation and Toge pins you with his amethyst eyes, the edge of lust taken off by concern.

“M'mm okay, ” you pant, encouraging him, reaching up to lock your fingers in his snowy hair. You have a premonition that you’re going to want to hold on for dear life. Toge grins and you can feel it against your cunt, in his suddenly more aggressive licks and tongue squirming its way inside you.

More out of sheer curiosity than cruelty (or so you hope), he switches the toy up to a higher setting before you’ve quite gotten used to the previous one. You let out a shriek but it isn’t articulated into your safe word, so Toge keeps going with a relentless and renewed vigour, almost a viciousness, that you had zero clue he had in him. It’s the harsh suck on your clit that brings you crashing into your first climax of the night, with the toy and Toge still going against you, licking soothing little circles over your clit as you whimper his name.

<<More or less?>>

“Mm-mh-mor- I dunno - m-maybe- l-less? C-can’t think. P-puh-please…” you whine, too wrecked from your orgasm, your pulse and pussy fluttering wild at the thought that he still has plans for you.

You taste yourself on Toge's lips when he lifts off his knees to kiss you gently, though the toy is still pressed against you, making you shake. But at least he’s kind enough to have turned it to its third-lowest setting which is…still a lot, but also not enough.

<<Hold this, and don’t you dare turn it higher before I come back.>> You groan at the temptation of being in control of your own pleasure but denying yourself. But Toge will make it worth it, you know he will, he always does.

He crawls off the bed to reach for something in the bedside drawer. When he returns, he has the ball-gag and a condom in hand and is fully stripped, his pretty cock with its flushed pink head bobbing and grazing against his stomach with every step he takes towards you.

He rejoins you on the bed, brackets your thighs with his own, straddling you before passing you the condom. You’re eager to tear it open with both hands but Toge grips the unoccupied one.

<<You gotta keep holding it against you.>>

You look up at him, confused. You probably would have understood sooner if you hadn’t just been close to fucked-out of your mind. But you do when he squeezes your thighs together, so the toy is wedged between and braced directly against your dripping core. Now both your hands are free to attend to Toge.

You let out a little cry as you feel the buzzing sensations hit your clit, but he grabs your chin and whispers <<Do you want me to fuck you raw instead?>>

For a moment you really do, but you know you shouldn’t risk it. You shake your head and your trembling fingers work on the wrapper.

Your hands are shaking so much when you finally roll it on him that Toge groans, briefly debating if he should let you jack him off first. But no, tonight is about you.

You press a light kiss to his tip, apologising for your slowness earlier. You smile at the shiver that runs through his entire body. Just as well, he thinks. Won’t be using that pretty little mouth for a while.

He passes you the ball-gag next, wanting you to fasten it on yourself. You open your mouth wide, spit darkening the rubber ball that’s about the size of a key lime. Unfortunately, you have some trouble with the clasps since it’s your first time and you can’t see the back of your head.

<<Here, let me.>> Toge murmurs, thumb stroking your cheeks, hollowed out by the sphere in your mouth. You hum appreciatively as you hear the straps click into place, securing your silence, or at least, your lack of speech.

<<You remember the signal?>>

You nod, tapping twice on the sheets, then a third time after a pause.

<<Good girl>> he coos, before roughly shoving the toy deeper within you. There’s little to no resistance with the slick pooling from your passage, and you can’t help but cry out as it sinks further.

<<Get on your hands and knees for me, darling.>>

You’re quick to comply though your thighs are still shaking, implicitly knowing you must keep the toy inside you at all costs. You rest your head upon folded arms, ass raised and the wand of the stimulator pressing against your belly, awaiting your lover’s next move.

A single finger strokes up your slit, teasing you and causing you to tremble. You blame the toy; you’re not usually this sensitive, even after coming once, but now just the pad of one digit rubbing against your entrance makes you feel like it won’t be long before you tip over again.

Toge's finger dips in up to the second knuckle, rubbing against the toy and your gummy walls. You need more, so much more, and you wiggle your hips impatiently. You hear Toge chuckle above you, and he indulges you, sliding another finger in.

This time you feel the burn and stretch as he curls them, trying to get even deeper, pushing the toy right on the spot where it’s most needed, but only briefly. You whimper, but this time Toge ignores you in favour of sliding his fingers in and out, the repeated motion makes the toy brush against your G-spot oh so temporarily, before it shifts away, the vibrations ebbing harsh then soft every time it strays.

Please, Toge, you whine but your words are muffled, unintelligible behind the gag. It strikes you then, why he was interested in it.

Is this what it’s like for him all the time? you wonder, as you feel his fingers start to thrust faster and faster. But he still understands what I need. I can’t say the same when we’re outside the bedroom.

You turn your head over your shoulder, looking behind you and locking gazes with him. His eyes are affectionate and gentle even as he picks up his pace, it’s getting easier the wetter you are for him, soon his wrist will have your slick sliding down all the way to the crease in his elbow. You realise he’s fisting himself simultaneously, although a lot more languidly. Long, leisurely strokes ending with a slight twist around the head.

That should be my job, you think vaguely, eyeing the pre-cum beading at his tip. I should make it up to him later.

Suddenly his hand abandons his cock, moving towards your pussy. Your breath hitches, anticipating a rough pinch to your clit, but what he does next is so much better.

Toge flicks the toy up to its highest setting, skipping over a level and a scream rips from your throat, tears springing to your eyes, fists grabbing the sheets. A far off voice warns you to relax your hands, or you won’t be able to tap out, to give him the code. A way more urgent one points out Why would you want him to stop now?

And it’s true, there’s no way he’s slowing down. His fingers, three of them now, are brutal and punishing and pushing the toy in place and it’s finally fucking staying where you need it. The throbbing is blissfully, achingly constant and your breath is getting so loud and the pressure is building and building and building and-

Your vision whites out as you cum, but your hearing is heightened and there’s a cacophony that crescendos in your head, the angry buzzing of the toy, the obscene sloshing noise of his fingers in you, Toge swearing, actually, properly swearing for once, nothing coded, nothing measured or hidden, just a pure snarl of your name and the word Fuck!

And god knows if he put any cursed energy behind it but you’re suddenly unbearably horny and aching all over again and you’re whimpering his name over and over.

Without a second to spare, you feel the bed dip as Toge maneuvers to mold himself across your body, one hand coming up around your throat and the other near your pussy. He spreads your lips and pushes in with one agonizing, shuddering stroke and doesn’t give you a moment to adjust before he’s hammering in with short, sharp thrusts, and shorter, sharper breaths, bruising your hips, coaxing you to clench around him as he rolls your clit between a rough thumb and forefinger, you can still feel that fucking toy wedged between the two of you now, one head angled and the other round pushing against your most sensitive spot, both pulsing, making you throb and sob and ache and want , you’re so, so full there’s no room for oxygen or words or thoughts, Toge is pushing every last gasp and cry from you - and then he starts to stroke up, pulling out further and thrusting back in harsher and harsher, his thick, generous, ravenous cock kissing and hitting your cervix over and over he’s going to break you you’re going to be his whored out wreck that’s what you deserve, that’s what you need, he just needs to ask and sure enough, as if he hears you, ball-gag and all:

“Cum with me.”

The scream that leaves you the final time is the longest and loudest, the order just what you need to send you hurtling off the edge, your body clenches around his stuttering hips, he pumps once, twice, thrice, before you collapse boneless, on the bed, but Toge is wrapping you in his arms, shushing your whispers, kissing your tear streaked face, still thrusting into you gently, easing you down from your high as he switches the toy off and removes the gag from you, claiming your mouth with the desperation of a man who’s been deprived for the last hour or so.

That time when he gave the command, you’re certain he didn’t use his technique. He certainly didn’t need to.

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I fully intend to do the adults at some point, esp Gojo, Choso, Geto, Nanami and maaaaybe Naoya but that list will be much later. But if you're interested in that, you can keep up with my blog for more spice! Thank you for reading~

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