SOFT DOM

i’m not crying, u are

no. 322

go ahead n post that feet + kat post… i support u… i stand with you…

politely, baby (3.7k)

bakugou katsuki x f!reader

“i know you, you never buy furniture without thinking how to fuck on it first.” or you buy a new hammock and you’re both curious to know what can be done on it

cw: minors dni. fem!reader. established relationship. feet. katsuki sucks, licks, kisses your feet. all sweet n soft. fingering. kissing. he embarrasses you over it. outdoors in your private garden in a hammock. calls you a whore affectionately. kinda brat reader/brat tamer bkg.

a/n: the beloved foot fic. i hope this meets all your standards and if it doesn’t that’s not my problem lmao also if this is the first fic of mine you’ve read please know feet isn’t a common occurrence in my fics !!! THE PEOPLE WERE BEGGING ME AND WHO AM I TO DENY THEM ??? but also saying that, if you don’t think feet are your thing… have a go you might be surprised hehe

you 3:21pm: what r u up to????

you 3:21pm: my hammock came! the delivery guy carried it into the garden it was so fucking heavy

you 3:21pm: i need help from a big strong man to help me build it :( can you refer me to any?

katsuki rubbed his hand across his stubbled chin in amusement. he knew your little text message was code for please can you help me build this new piece of furniture i bought because i cannot be bothered to even try and i will start crying if i can’t find a screw and will start to sweat after one minute of labour. 

If it was anybody else, he’d send them a sweet ‘do it yourself’ and be on with his day. but he’s talking to you and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do if you asked. he also enjoys building shit, makes him feel all strong and masculine in-front you with a permanent reminder of what he did in your home.

katsuki 3:23pm: Ask politely baby

you 3:23pm: please can i borrow you and your big strong muscles to help build my hammock?

you 3:33pm: reward will be: kisses and takeout :)

katsuki was already on his way to you after your first message.

the summer breeze was light through your garden as the sun beamed down at you both. your favourite type of weather. it wasn’t too hot that you were dripping buckets or that the sun stubbornly glared in your face. instead, it was the right weather for shorts, sunglasses and a tank top as you suck on the straw to your lemonade, staring down at your boyfriend building furniture by hand. 

the sight was a dream. your summer playlist floated in the background out your speaker as you laid back in your deck chair, book cast aside on your mini table as katsuki perched cross-legged on the grass in his black crocs, navy shorts and white tank top. he was currently glancing between the paper instructions and two metal poles he was holding. he had a look of contentment on his features with a black thin headband to hold back his blonde locks to reveal his forehead and his dark sharp brows relaxed as he starts to screw something to something. you’ve got no clue.

“why d’you even need a hammock? you’ve got a working chair right there?” 

the male flicks his head up to look at you, his biceps tensing as his wrist flicks to turn his screwdriver. you’re fixated by the action until you remember he asked you a question. 

“who doesn’t want a hammock? and we can both fit in this one. we can’t fit on one of these.”

“yeah, we can if i’m on top of you. we can’t fuck like that in a hammock, your ass will be topplin’ out,” he chuckles to himself, ruby eyes twinkling when he takes in your pout. 

“my ass will only be falling out if you build it wrong and who said it’s for fucking? can’t i want to sit with you in my garden?” you cross your arms across your chest.

“i know you, you never buy furniture without thinking how to fuck on it first.” his sharp toothy grin melts through your lower half like the ice cubes in your lemonade.

your eyes narrow, okay yes it did ponder through your mind for a minute before pressing purchase. then you figured, you can both work it out once it’s built. “don’t make me sound like a pervert. whatever we decide to do on it depends on you making it.”

now, you stand beside katsuki who snaps a shot of his newest creation: your hammock. the thick white and grey striped fabric hangs curved from two very stable pillars of wood. it’s cute, matches the aesthetic of your garden completely and as the sun casts its golden glow down on it you’re eager to jump in. but first you reward your boyfriend.

lightly, you push katsuki’s arm holding his phone down, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss onto his cheek, then on the corner of his lips then a sweet peck on the centre of his lips. your hand finds home at his chin and he blinks almost languidly down at you, a small smile sneaking onto his cheeks, “you like it?”

you nod, biting down on your lip, “just like amazon said. five stars for easy assembly. thanks ‘ki.”

katsuki chuckles, “let’s not rate it five stars yet. let’s see how it actually manages.”

you both stare at the hammock questioningly before katsuki’s hand on your waist slides down to smack at your bum.

“c’mon princess hop in.” with a literal jolt forward, you run your finger along the fabric, wondering if it would be actually able to even take your weight.

with a hesitant frown, you turn to face your boyfriend to sit down on the fabric, your legs swinging off the edge, “okay, first step complete.”

katsuki chuckles, “now swing your legs in.”

you swing your legs over to lay on the stretch of fabric. this thing could definitely hold you, katsuki too. a smile slides onto your face, even a little gasp.

“it actually works!” you screech, face peeping out from the fabric. then you hold your arms up, “come get in too, ki!”

katsuki grunts, mentally analysing how to slide in. he does what you did, sitting on the edge and shifting his hips almost gracefully at the other end of the hammock so he’s facing you. it was comfortable. more comfortable than you thought laying in swinging fabric would be. you felt like you were cocooned, wrapped up like a caterpillar and warm with your boyfriend laying under you. 

after some shuffling, he lifts you to rest between his legs with your legs on top of his chest and your feet on his pecs.

“yuck, get your feet off me!” you whine, flicking his big toe that was dangerously close to your face by your shoulders.

“nothin’ wrong with my feet. i should be sayin’ that about your gremlins right in front of my face.”

you wiggle your feet that sit on his pectorals, even poking his cheek with your toe. “now we both know you’re lying. my feet are cute, admit it.”

two big callous hands grip your feet, thumbs massaging the sole of your foot. katsuki’s always been good at massages, one of the many reasons why you keep him around. every touch is enough to lull you to a sweet slumber, soft moans sliding through your lips.

“guess they’re not that bad,” he grumbles and you know he’s still lying. there’s not a thing about you he finds bad, let alone your feet. 

“that feels good,” you moan, snuggling back into your hammock and gravity dragging your eyelids shut. his touch feels like heaven, rubbing strains and knots you didn’t even realise you had, out. you’re unbelievably comfortable with the soft breeze cooling you down and the familiarity of his rising chest under your legs. 

all until you feel a completely different sensation on your toe. alarmed, you open your eyes to find your boyfriend with the tiny limb in his mouth. coated in his spit and warm in the wet cave of his mouth. his tongue swiped across the soft pad of your toe before suctioning his cheeks and sucking. really sucking like he would between your legs. you grip his leg beside you for stability.

“what are you doing?” you ask surprised, voice careful and quiet as if you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or not. bakugou doesn’t reply. but he does level you with an amused stare, reading the confusion in your eyes. his left eyebrow raises as he mimics a baby with a dummy.

his tongue swirls around the gaps between your toes, the sensation making you twitch before adding two extra toes and giving a big suck again. “katsuki— ahh mhm.” your hand flies to your mouth with the confirmation that you do enjoy your toes getting sucked. you don’t need to guess to know the rush of heat through your body is due to this and not the summer heat. even the gush of wetness between your legs feels embarrassingly misplaced.

but you don’t pull your foot away. you sit in your horniness, zoning in on his pink lips around you, his big calloused palms still rubbing the pad of your foot by the heel. and lastly, his narrow ruby eyes watch for every little reaction your body makes. every suck you could vividly feel on your clit. your breathing hitches.

with a hand on his calf, “why does this feel good?”

loudly with a pop, katsuki takes your toes out of his mouth to run the tip of his tongue from the heel of your foot to the top. the wet muscle is stupidly ticklish on you, making you wiggle in his hold but he doesn’t let you budge.

“stop wrigglin’,” he growls against your skin, giving you a tiny nip before pressing wet kisses all over you. he combines it with nibbles with his teeth and his full lips sucking on the side where your foot curves. your breathing is heavy, all this attention on your feet is something you’ve never done before with anybody. your heartbeat is between your legs, begging for attention from the pretty blonde before you.

then he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand from the connecting spit. the grin katsuki gives you is the final knock in the nail for you; the cockiest, toothiest grin yet. “knew you’d like gettin’ your toes sucked.”

you frown, crossing your arms over your chest, to calm your desire to be touched in other places, “didn’t think you’d like sucking toes. i’ve been walking barefoot on the grass.”

katsuki chuckles and your frown wavers as your heart melts when he presses soft kisses along your toes. “you’ve been wearing your sandals the whole time and even if you weren’t shits fine with me when it’s you.”

“when it’s me?”

he scoffs like you’re stupid, “you’re mad if you think i’m putting anyone else’s toes in my mouth.”

you shrug smugly, uncrossing your arms again to run your fingers up his leg beside you.

“so are we gonna find out if this hammock can take us?” he asks, back to rubbing your feet with a curious stare.

you bend your knee to nudge the heel of your foot against his semi in his shorts. you stifle a giggle as his features relax momentarily, “why’re you hard?”

“you were lookin’ at me like i was some god for suckin’ your fuckin’ feet.” and without any warning, katsuki sits up and drags you by your thighs so your back rests on his knees and thighs. 

“s’pretty from this angle,” he mumbles lowly in the most lovestruck voice you could imagine. he brushes stray hairs off your face affectionately, even smoothing out your eyebrows with his thumbs and then pecking your forehead. 

you laugh shyly with his undivided attention, though with katsuki there’s always an opportunity to talk back to him, “you saying i’m ugly from other angles?”

“of course. it’s not like i call you beautiful daily, at all times, is it?” he scoffs, but katsuki is completely enamoured by you. licking his lips as his eyes flick to each of your features. eyes to your nose to your lips. hands running down your sides and squeezing.

“don’t look at me like that because i’m not about to kiss your foot mouth,” you warn, though he leans closer to you anyway, knowing full well you’ll let him do anything. you rest your arms on the junction between his neck and shoulders, easily smiling at the smirk plastered on his face.

“you’re not?” he raises his eyebrows, completely entertained by you as he manhandles you by your hips, dragging you further down his lap so you can feel the press of his cock against your centre when he leans over you.

you whimper, trying to blink the desire out your eyes, “no, that’s disgusting.” 

one pout of his lips and he’s touching yours. “mhm? i think you are though, baby. i think you—,”

if anyone asks you only kissed him so he shuts up. one hand on the back of his head as you push him onto your lips. he angles his head to the left as you move to the right, tongues licking against each other’s like you haven’t tasted each other in years. you caress his stubbled cheek, loud gulps as you try to take everything he gives you. 

katsuki is slick with it. nibbling at your lips and sucking on your tongue as he slowly pulls away. you chase after him but when he finally lets go. then you flop back onto his knees, a breathtaking smile landing on your face. 

you’re intoxicated by the man, cheeks all hot and your hair decorates his legs angelically. you make him want to scream. “what’s the plan, loverboy?”

he takes hold of your leg, straightening it out by his head. he speaks against your knee, lips brushing against your skin, “gonna take care of you. that good with you?” his ruby pupils hold your eyes, love swimming in them like lava in a volcano. 

bakugou doesn’t stop his worship there, he bends your leg towards you, knee by your head as he takes hold of your foot. it can barely count as a kiss as he brushes his lips across the bottom of your foot, so soft that whenever he presses a kiss you feel a rush of wetness between your legs.

“that feels good, ‘ki,” you whisper, eyes wide and glossy as he keeps your eyes locked on him. staring into you like you’d be a fool to look away.

he knows exactly what you mean by that, sweeter words to say that he’s making you horny right now. he grins into the new kisses before stretching out your leg and placing butterfly pecks down it. he’s loud with the smacks, every duck of his head, he keeps his eyes on your face. your pretty lips are parted, dying to rake your hands through his hair. then he begins to navigate south, kisses passing down your ankle to your calves to your knee to your thighs then—

“want me to touch your pussy?” in a deep growl as his nose brushes against your clothed centre. 

your breath hitches in your throat, your head nodding impatiently.

“obviously.”

katsuki sinks his teeth into your thigh, a little bite when you yelp. “no manners, huh? reply properly or i’ll push you off this hammock.”

you roll your eyes in humour, a smile creeping onto your face at the twinkle in his eye. “please touch me, my love.”

katsuki only gives you a little, rubbing his thumb on the outside of your shorts, “this good enough?” 

you bite down on your bottom lip. it’s not nearly enough. “no, i want you to take them off.”

he gives you a narrowed stare, “please! i want you to take them off please.”

with an understanding nod, katsuki helps you shuffle out of your shorts, throwing them on the grass below you and immediately moaning at the sight between your legs.

“fuck baby. this all for me?” and you’re nodding before you can help it. 

nothing about you will ever become tiring to the man. seeing you again, your outer lips all shiny with wetness, spreading you apart with two fingers with your cute little bud at the top and your sweet hole pulsating desperately around nothing. he’s just been making out with your feet.

“all for you katsuki.”

you make sure to pronounce every syllable of his name with perfection. he reacts almost feral, pupils becoming dark and his hold on you tighter like he’ll never let you out of his sight.

he holds out two fingers at your lips and obediently you lay out your tongue for him to place them on. then you suck, licking around them like you would his dick before he slowly pulls them out a rough chuckle from his chest. “such a whore babe.”

you pout, locking your legs around katsuki’s waist, only opening your legs more. “i’m only doing what you’re telling me t— fuhh, fuck katsuki.”

you throw your head back on his legs as mid-sentence katsuki thrusts his freshly sucked fingers into your wet hole. he slides right in, curling his fingers up and rubbing your soft spot. your back arches, grumbles and garbles leaving your lips.

“didn’t say it was a bad thing. you’re my lil whore. you love every fuckin’ thing i do to you.” you’re not disagreeing with him, you’re not able to as your fingers circle his wrist between your legs now pumping in and out noisily like you would a toy.

“oh fuckkk ‘ki,” you whine, eyes squeezed shut, features all mushed on your face. your thighs tremble relentlessly around katsuki’s waist, hips thrusting up to meet his fingers. you’re needy, desperate and begging for more. “katsuki.”

katsuki smirks, fingers thrusting faster and faster, his palm pressing on your stomach to keep you down on his lap, “you want somethin’ else, baby? somethin’ you wanna ask me for?”

you mewl like a cat, hands out grabbing for anything of him you can hold onto. “my clit, rub me.”

katsuki pinches your ass, stuffing you full with his fingers and not moving. you open your eyes to stare at your lover who stares back with his eyebrows raised. “why’d you stop?”

“ask politely, baby. really need to sort out your manners,” he tuts, slapping the squish of your thigh beside him. katsuki’s completely humoured by you. your soft pouting bottom lip, so sweet and kissable. your eyes are almost watering from the tight tension in your pussy and there’s a layer of sweat on your forehead from the heat and him.

“please touch my clit, n—need you so bad,” you shuffle up and down his legs, humping his hand that refuses to move. still he doesn’t, his thumb only lightly brushing your puffy bud. you gasp but it does nothing to soothe the building in your stomach, “katsuki, stop teasing. please.” 

your pleading turns katsuki’s grin animalistic, his cock tightening around his waistband. “good job baby, my cute lil whore. can’t believe your pussy’s wet just from me suckin’ your toes. your fuckin’ toes baby.”

katsuki restarts, pumping his fingers into your centre as he uses his other one to rub fast circles onto your clit. you whine in embarrassment, “stop saying that.”

“what? you got wet because i sucked your toes? you like my lips suckin’ your toes like i do your cute lil clit?” katsuki taunts and every word only makes the knot tighten in your stomach. 

you moan at his words, clawing for his arm as your bend your head to watch his drenched fingers enter in and out of you. you bite your lip, wetness gushing out of you at just the sight. “k-katsuki, oh my god i love you.”

katsuki chuckles, rough and rumbly, ducking down to press a kiss against your chin. “good girl, love you too baby. come for me now, yeah?”

it’s as if the words set off a switch inside of you, “s—slow down i’m gonna—,”

you come faster than you even expect, your back is in the air, fingers tight around his wrist and you’re whining at the wet visceral sound of the friction him inside you. “oh, uhf, mhm,” tumble out your lips as the knot in your stomach snaps. stars shoot behind your eyelids as sparks shoot down all your limbs, numbing them as they spasm around katsuki.

“c’mon baby, let it all out,” he soothes, working you through it. his fingers keep curling against your walls, his thumb clockwise on your bud. he keeps going, pecking kisses along your chin till you push his arm out.

“t—too much now,” you’re breathless, chest heaving and flicking your eyes up to the blue sky. 

you’re hardly ready for a conversation when katsuki says, “good going on the hammock. it’s comfortable, i can finger you and suck your toes.” katsuki hums before taking his two fingers slicked in your wetness into his mouth. 

you lazily knock your knee against his arm, you’re trying to blink back to reality, rubbing your eyes with your fist, “laugh at me all you want but you’re the one that enjoyed my feet in your mouth. says more about you than me, honey.”

katsuki shrugs, embarrassment is always rare to find on him. “i don’t care though baby. would do it again, even loved when you rubbed me with your foot.”

your eyebrows raise at his confession. he wipes his wet fingers on his shorts nonchalantly, massaging your thighs as you slowly sit up to face him. 

“why y’lookin’ at me like that?”

“you’re really into foot stuff, aren’t you?” you smile mischievously, placing his hands on your bare hips. you tilt your head and you take back what you said before, embarrassment isn’t rare to find on your lover. in fact, he just uses it against you when it’s really about himself.

the tips of his ears flush red and his bottom lip juts out as he grumbles, “you’ve just got cute feet. same way i like your hands, i like your feet.”

that excuse doesn’t save him, “would you like me to give you a foot job? like a hand job but instead my feet—,”

with a sigh, he puts his hand on your mouth to silence you. your eyes only widen, cheeks rising beneath his hand. he pecks your forehead at the same time you lick his palm.

both of your hands circle his wrist and his hand slides off your face, “so would you? a foot job?”

again he shrugs, lifting you by the ass to sit on his cock. he pecks your lips, rubbing his nose against yours. “wouldn’t mind, baby. i mean we could try it?”

you’re nodding like a bobblehead, “i’ve watched a porn of it before, i think i’d have good technique…”

deku’s been so fucking sweet to you since the very beginning, and you think when you finally spell it out to him that you like him a lot and you want to be with him it’ll just be you getting to finally kiss and touch and love deku the way you’ve been wanting to for so long.

you soon learn that that’s not the case. at least, not on the surface level. deku’s mostly been the same ol’ sweetheart when it comes to you and your affections, lets you hold the ropes as he’s happy to follow. but i guess allowing him a deeper reign on your relationship and life lets him feel better about allowing himself to be a little strict with you. a little greedy. it rarely happens, well, not so obviously, but its all in the way his hands hold yours, grips low on your waist, whenever his voice drops to a husky octave, deep and chill-inducing. you never thought of your izuku as scary, but now whenever your other classmates joke about how harmless he is, you can’t help but think a bit harder about it. how frighteningly well he masks it. how helpless his love can make you feel.

all it takes is a random catcall and the wrong idea and he’ll let it slip, his sweetness bittering into a stoic calm. no one else can see it, but you can, and it makes your heart stop.

the only antidote is to give him that control, to give up your reigns first before he has to take it from you. its shocking, much less nothing short of humiliating. especially when you’re crying, your knee propped up over his arm as he holds you up against the door, spread open and vulnerable as he takes his time fucking you to tears. its pitiful, really, you still don’t understand what you did wrong. and izuku can’t help but feel a little bad, because it isn’t your fault, not truly.

but it doesn’t hurt to stage a reminder that he’s the only one allowed to keep you this full, fuck you this good. you’re the only one who knows him so well, what he’s kept hidden for so long. and so does he for you. as he reaches deeper and deeper and deeper inside, so deep he swears he can feel your heart, every thought, every fear, and every desire. he knows it all.

surrender to the sea, hange zoë (pt. II)

pairing: pirate captain!hange x noble!reader, they/them pronouns used for hange—afab anatomy for both

summary: your father’s shady business deals with a pirate crew lead to collateral damage.

pt. i here : (x)

warnings: explicit sexual content - 18+, minors dni. poc friendly!! hange is a freak, r is SO down bad (same), jealous!hange, knifeplay, bloodplay, r calls hange captain, cunnilingus h!receiving, fingering r!receiving, corruption kink if u squint.., praise.

wc: 3.5k

an: i got a bit crazy forgive me

—

Hange nudged their head into your neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin as you came to wake up. After the events of last night, Hange led you to their bed, where you'd both spent the night. It'd be a little cruel to leave you sleeping on that wicker couch, after all.

You struggled sleeping for a while, your actions having kept you up awake as your mind mulled. Hints of shame and confusion tugged at your heart, wrapping its cruel tendrils around your mind.

You were in two minds, one— it didn't matter, you'd be leaving with Hange's ship soon enough, likely to never to see your father or anyone at court again so really, feeling shame was futile. However, its lingering effects tugged on, you hadn't regretted it, not in the slightest, actually. You just wondered if this was a smart decision. If you should have given yourself away so freely and carelessly to someone like Hange. Yet, you couldn't stop thinking of them, the way their hands trailed down so tenderly down your body, the way their fingers had felt on your skin. It was exhilarating.

Morning eased the turmoil, once you took notice of the way the warm sunlight that creeped through the port window reflected on Hange's skin. The light emphasising the brown shades in their hair that shone with deep reds, the amber in their gentle eyes as they gazed up at you, head resting on the thin pillow. Hange's shirt was off, having been thrown to the cabin floor in the midst of their sleep, the skin of their shoulders exposed as the rest was hidden beneath the covers.

Dangerous waters had already been tread, was there any return at this point?

"We leave tomorrow," Hange spoke, voice breaking through the silence of the night. You nodded, a buzz in your veins as you'd finally get to live a life of your own choosing.

Sighing, Hange lifted themselves up, rubbing their eyes before reaching for the glasses they'd set on the wooden table. You watched as they pulled the straps over their hair, resting the goggles into place on the bridge of their nose, before your eyes trailed down to their exposed torso.

You hadn't seen them like this yesterday, the clothing had remained on, so you took the opportunity to look admire them, properly. Noticing marks and scarring scattered over their toned arms and across their shoulder blades, probably due to fighting, you assumed. Your ventures stopped at their chest, releasing memories from the night before, heat washed over your cheeks. You had never seen another naked body besides your own, and Hange was ravishing, toned, slender and muscled, their abdomen tight and their breasts modest.

They caught you staring before speaking,

"Like what you see?"

"I didn't get a chance to look at you yesterday, it's not fair you saw me that way yet I could not see you,"

"There's lots of time for that yet, my lady," Hange grinned, you noticed a hint of a blush on their cheeks. At least you weren't feeling coy all by yourself.

"What shall you do about my father?" You questioned, uncertain.

"I have yet to decide," They spoke, a part of them wondering if it was punishment enough to leave without words, let him simmer in the loss of his riches and connections, or to confront him. Truth is, Hange didn't want to risk you back in his tight clutches, tethered to a life of disappointing misery. The weight of their own selfishness fighting the urge of justice for their crew. A heavy burden, indeed.

"He can rot with the fishes for all I care,"

—

You were on the decks, in a frivolous attempt to pull your own weight. You wanted to help, just didn't really know how. Levi stalked past, looking at you sat criss-cross on the deck struggling to tie a decent knot, he snorted— lubber he'd called you. A little derogatory, his way of making sure you were aware of how incompetent you were at ship maintenance, far unaccustomed to sea faring. You took it in stride, though, motivated to learn and become at least somewhat efficient.

Starting to get frustrated, you cursed at your hands and their lack of nimble tactility. How difficult could it truly be? You studied the knots of rope attached to the ship posts, wrapped in a tight proficiency and frowned, your capability was nowhere near that level.

Reiner made his way over towards you, plotting himself beside you on the deck. Chortling at your attempts, he grabbed the ends of the rope that had remained bunched on the floor, the rest wrapped around your hands as you fumbled.

"I'll show you, my lady," Before demonstrating how to start the loops, running the rope through a tight loop. The title felt cold from his tongue, as you grimaced, you didn't like the way it dripped from his lips. Honestly, you were thankful for the demonstration but you would've figured it out at some point anyway. You watched anyway, not wanting to come across as ungrateful.

Hange was pulling nets from the bottom of the seabed with Levi's assistance. After they'd successfully hauled the nets and rested the caught fishes on the deck, Hange glanced around the ship, looking for you.

They spotted you first, hunched over some knots—then Reiner. His body far closer than was necessary, as he grabbed the rope from your hands, patting you on the arm and laughing at your annoyed expression. Something bitter twisted inside Hange's stomach, something resentful and unseemly. Hange's brows furrowed, vigilant as they watched the ordeal.

The green-eyed snake writhed further upon seeing how your lips extended into a smile as you managed to successfully tie a bowline, due to his diligence. Your voice travelling through the deck as you thanked him. I could've showed you how to do that, Hange thought, lips contorting into a scowl, He's not even the greatest at tying knots anyway.

Levi noticed this, he had planned on remaining silent on the matter, however seeing how viscerally Hange had responded, it was hard to bite his tongue.

"Don't tell me you're sweet on the lubber, Captain." He murmured, that was the absolute last thing the plan needed. The ship had been running smoothly, adding complex emotions and tensions between crewmates wasn't going to benefit anyone.

Hange exhaled, not dignifying his words with a response, instead sauntering off to where you and Reiner were based.

Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. Great.

Your head turned behind you, a glimmer in your eyes at their presence, unnoticed by Hange as they glared at Reiner. Arms crossed.

Reiner must've felt the daggers being thrown at his back, for he turned too, suddenly sheepish at the way Hange was staring down at him.

"Shouldn't you be busy filling crates?" Hange spoke, eyebrows raising, their voice stern and rigid.

Reiner looked between you and Hange, shoulders slumping as he hoisted himself up to his feet, a vague expression marked on his features.

"Sorry, Captain," He mumbled, looking back towards you, "A pleasure to help you, my lady,"

You nodded, picking up on the change in ambience, on the unspoken hostility in the air. You daren't speak as Reiner made his way back to his designated job.

Hange sat beside you, a taut breath escaping their lips. Picking up the rope, they huffed, fingers working the fibres, "He's useless at making knots, I don't even know why he was trying to teach you,"

You snorted, a faint smile creeping up on your lips, as you watched Hange work silently. Their brows were still grooved with discontent.

You raised your hand, thumb softening the crease of skin between Hange's eyebrows.

"Careful, Captain, he'll think you were getting envious," You teased, feeling a warmth at your core at Hange's disposition, inappropriate desire heated your body.

Hange lifted their head to look at you, your teeth catching at the plumpness of your bottom lip, a playful glaze in your eyes. Captain? You'd never called them that before.

Hange was stilled into silence, tongue nonverbal as their brain caught up. Many people had called Hange that title in their lifetime, never has it impacted them the way it did when it slipped sweetly from your mouth. That pretty mouth which had uttered such indecency just the night before, and here it was luring them back in again. 

"You like when I call you that?" You teased further, testing how far you could reach, as your face reached closer.

Hange stood up, grabbing your arm and leading you into their quarters.

Once the door had closed, you were pushed against it, body against body as Hange whispered,

"That wasn't very ladylike, you know," Their hands skimmed down your sides, threatening and tight.

"I have a feeling that you like when I'm not ladylike," The darkness pooled in your eyes again, drawing Hange in closer as their lips were inches from yours.

"Careful, my lady," They threw back at you, "Or I might not treat you as such,"

Your core clenched, eyes darting from their eyes to their parted lips. Hange's hand met the nape of your head, bunching your hair up and pulling your head down, exposing the skin of your neck.

"Though, you'd like that, right?"

The playfulness etched on your face eased, replaced by an aching hunger, it was so easy to fluster you, Hange thought. That tiny speck of confidence dissipated, as your eyes closed shut, awaiting the delectable contact of Hange's lips on your skin.

"You like to be disgraced, don't you?"

Whimpering, you tried to pull Hange closer, groaning when they resisted, standing in their place.

"Oh no, you don't get to make orders," They hummed, other hand coming to grab your wrist, pinning it to your stomach.

"You wanna like a brat, I'll treat you like a brat,"

Hange unclasped the buttons at your shirt, breasts spilling out. Hange lapped at the peaked nipples, the lingering remnants of saliva attracting the cold air, creating shivers down your spine.

You craved more, your body writhing for Hange's contact. They could see the desperation emitting from you, in that whiny expression plastered on your brows.

Feeling Hange's body against yours, there was something hard digging into your side, your gaze fell upon a short dagger that was hanging on Hange's pants. The sight thrilled you, being in close proximity with the weapon whilst Hange was running their tongue over your nipples caused you to suck in a breath, at the contrast of it all. Leaning your head back against the door, your eyes were half-lidded as they stayed focused on the dagger, noticing your shudders, Hange followed your gaze.

They gaped at you, halting their movements on your breast as a hand clasped the hilt of the dagger, your chest heaved, watching the way their delicate fingers handled the lethal weapon Hange used for close combat.

"You want me to use this, dear?" They rasped, exposing the reflective metal of the blade from its sheath, lifting it to the valley between your breasts. The blade ghosted over your skin, being dragged down your sternum as your breath got caught in your throat. You couldn't help but release a gasp as the pointed blade reached your navel, forcing a jerk from your midsection. You bit at your bottom lip, an attempt to stop the lewd noises from escaping. Covering your face with your hands in shame, in disbelief that something like this this was making you react this way.

"God, you're going to be the death of me, love," Hange breathed, getting a little too excited as they pressed the blade tighter on your skin, almost breaking the skin. A part of you wished it had.

"Hange, please,"

"What is it, darling? Want me to cut you?" There was a manic glaze over their eyes, voice coming out in low purrs, luring you deeper into indecency as your core squeezed. Drenched. You were absolutely desperate for Hange, needy for their attention and blazing touch. Legs weak as you rested your spine against the door, hands hanging on to Hange's shoulders for stability, your nails gripping at their clothes firmly.

You felt a prickle at your skin, a sharp sting as they drew out a thin line of blood at your hipbone, a sensitive point in your midsection. Hissing as a small red drop trickled down, contrasting against the smoothness of your skin.

You almost imploded when you felt Hange's tongue skim over the blood, their warmness encompassing the heat from the fresh cut. No longer able to withhold it, a dangerous moan left your lips. A plea for them to continue.

“Delicious,”

“Hange-fuck," you breathed, body almost unable to withstand its own weight. They continued to lick the drawn blood as it spilled, moaning to themselves.

Reaching back up to your neck, Hange guided you to the bed, where you fell back and laid, waiting. Hange hung over you, their stance almost predatory as half-lidded eyes stared down at you. Placing the dagger between their teeth, Hange's arm reached down to roughly lift your thighs, encasing themself between bent legs. As they reached for the waistband of your pants, exposing you to them in full, you breathed out in anticipation. Wide open for them to see.

"Please, I need to see you," You mewled, stubborn for some equity, grasping at their garments, pulling- a hint for them to be removed.

Hange chuckled, before unclasping their own shirt and dropping it behind them, pants followed after.

You could gaze at them fully now, admiring the toned build of their naked figure. Their exposed breasts hung against their chest. The scars and marks from a rough life lived at sea only intoxicated you further. Dagger now placed beside your head, its threatening presence melting your brain into mush.

"Wanted to see me that badly, huh?" Their voice was melodious, taunting. Raising a hand to their chest, you whimpered as you kneaded your fingers over Hange's breast, rubbing your thumb over the stiff peak. Hange's breathing picked up, relishing in the feeling of your hands on them.

"What would your father say if he saw you now, hm?"

Dagger grasped between their fingers again, its blade skimming over your knee and up to your inner thighs, "Tainted and desecrated, all for me."

The blade reached your swollen bud, as Hange carefully pressed the weapon against your wet heat, the coldness of it making you shiver.

"If Reiner knows his place he won't come near you again," They hummed, "I've acquired a taste for you now, my lady, and I don't share,"

"Please, Hange—please just touch me," You sobbed, thighs tightening around Hange's waist in an effort to bring them closer, an attempt to allow them to touch you where you'd craved. Your dripping centre pressing nearer the blade, as your hips rutted against it with depravity, begging for more.

"Not until you say it, my lady,"

You gaped at them, words caught in your throat as a bind of timidity washed over you.

"Say what?" You muttered, with hesitation. Hange's face pressed into your neck, nose ghosting over the skin behind your ear, their teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe, responsible for the goosebumps that trailed over.

"Say you belong to me," Hange's voice was muffled, lips hot against your neck as they inhaled. The hand not holding the dagger was firm against your hip, fingers indenting the plush skin, leaving marks. The dagger lightly sliding down your folds as you twitched into it, anxious that you’d cut yourself further on it but didn’t cease your movements.

"I only belong to you, Hange— please j-just fill me up, I need to feel you— so badly," You gasped out, ruined.

A smug hum from Hange, and the dagger was no longer in contact, thrown to the floor in a frenzy. The clang of steel reverberated against the wooden cabin floor.

"That’s better,"

Two fingers pushed into your entrance, sliding in with ease due to the lack of friction, lubricated by your own silky essence.

Debauched groans left your lips, as your hips began tilting into Hange's hand, matching the unrelenting pace of their wrist. Their fingers curled, pounding against the sweet spot within your walls. You held onto the loose strands of Hange's hair, tugging their head back to see the way their eyes darkened as they watched their own fingers pump in and out of your heat. Totally coated in your slick.

"Feels so good, Hange—ah—so fucking good," You voice hitched as another finger entered you, you could barely contain yourself, having been impatiently soaking yourself for the past half hour.

Hange thrived on each broken sentence, spurred further by the fact that they had effectively turned you out in such a way. How you let them destroy any semblance of dignity and honour you had left.

"Fuck—wish I could feel myself inside you properly," Their voice strained as their mind wandered. With their own swollen heat aching, they imagined spilling themselves inside of you. Imagined watching languidly as their cum would leak out of your clenching entrance. They settled for pushing their fingers in deeper, and curling their digits harder.

"Wanna fuck you, Captain— wanna make you feel good, too," you whined, grabbing at their waist, eyes lolling as Hange felt your abdomen spasm. Signalling your close release, Hange almost came from just that. An otherwise innocent title, sullied, by the filthiness in the room. Selfish thoughts plagued Hange, almost hoping that your lovely sounds were audible from outside the cabin. Hopes that Reiner could listen and learn his position. Not this one.

"That's it, baby, let 'em hear who you belong to," Hange rasped, your walls convulsing against their fingers.

"Only you, Captain, fuck—only you."

You hips trembled, incoherent moans as your release spilled all over Hange's hand, a ring of dampness on the sheets around your pelvis. Body riding the shockwaves before stilling, eyes empty as you stared at the ceiling, mouth agape, panting.

"Hange— that was," You couldn't finish your sentence, admiring the person before you as their lips etched into a arrogant smirk,

"Good, huh?" 

Your eyebrows titled up as you saw the reflection of Hange's own slick spread between their upper thighs.

"Wanna taste you," you mumbled, voice still lacking strength, barely trusting your limp arms to successfully pull Hange's leg over your chest.

Their features switched to surprise, mouth falling open as you placed them into a straddle above your breasts. Their throbbing centre hovering right above your face,

"Love, you don't have to,"

"I really, really want to," You pleaded, voice whiny once again, almost drunk. Hands drawing Hange's pelvis closer to your wanting mouth, as you lapped long, tentative licks over their tender flesh.

Hange closed their eyes, top lip quipping as they exhaled shakily, hips riding the sensation of your warm tongue on their heat. Their hand reached down to flick the wet strands of hair out of your mouth, exposing your face as it contorted with pleasure. Eyes closed, savouring Hange's saltiness as you parted their folds with your tongue. 

Hange cursed, "Atta girl, you're doing so well, baby," Their sweet praise made you tense, moaning as you sucked them in. The grip on their legs ceased, as they lowered themself fully onto your flattened tongue. Looking up at them, making eye contact as your cheeks were splashed with saliva, Hange spreading their slick all over your face as it dripped.

"Look so pretty like this," Hange wanted to go easier on you, knowing your lack of experience. Yet, it was hard to contain themselves when your enjoyment was so vocal, eager guttural sounds reverberating from deep within your throat.

Grabbing at the plushy skin of Hange's ass, you pushed your tongue deeper, rolling over Hange's clit,

"S'like you were born for eating pussy," Hange hissed, hand grabbing at the top of your head for stability as they glided their hips over your mouth.

Their thighs quivered over your chest, you spotted their stomach twitching as their movements got more erratic, chasing their release. 

A few more licks at their clit, your fingers dug into Hange's skin, easing your own build up of tension upon seeing Hange in a state of disarray. Their usual disposition of control and restraint ceasing, as you fucked them into their climax.

"Shit—," Hange groaned, hips rutting over your face, thighs clamping around you, almost cutting off air supply as the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, though that could've also just been the intoxication of Hange, who knows.

You felt Hange clench above you before their release seeped into your mouth, you sucked it all up, like such a good girl.

"Fuck, baby, you were so good at that," Lifting themselves off you, you looked up at them expectantly. A glimmering sparkle back in your doe eyes as you asked them if you did okay, eager for more of Hange's praise.

Hange kissed you, lips pressed tightly as their hand grabbed at your jaw.

"I'm afraid, I’m never letting go of you, my love,"

"Good, 'cos I'm not going anywhere,"

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i had to wordvomit this out before i exploded, lmk yalls thoughts— comment feedback, reblog or like to ur hearts content <3

ᨳ  ࣪ . 001. w/c: 0.4k | c/w: oral (f!recieving), slightly dom nanami, pet names (princess), fingering, slight breath play | just a lil thought I had

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

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

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The yakuza’s wife part II  ➢ Toji x pregnant chubby f! reader

wc: 2k/15 minute read

cw: Smut, Somnophilia, Pregnancy sex, Slight Praise

part I

It didn’t take long for toji to impregnate you, helping you along every step of the way. Once it became your 2nd trimester you went for your check up, sadden that toji wasn’t able to attend, but you snagged another ultrasound photo to show him the progress.

He was there to pick you up, pulling up in a all black tinted car, stepping out to open the door for you.

“How’s the baby, is everything alright?”

You pull out the ultrasound, swaying the photo back and forth in your hands.

“Everything’s good! I just can’t wait to find out what we’re having when it’s time.”

Toji pulls you into his arms, gripping you by the ass as he pulls you in, kissing your forehead.

“I already know.”

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movie nights

pairing: osamu miya x f!reader || 1.8k words

warnings: reader is afab, grinding, light hair pulling, spit mention, fingering, begging || names/petnames/etc. used: sweetheart, needy, darlin', 'my girl' — mdni + ageless dni

synopsis: a day of teasing ends with both of you getting what you want (spoiler: the movie is forgotten about, both by the reader + by me while writing this apparently )

Light from the television filled the dark room, the sound system up probably far more than it should be. And yet, even with the flickering of the television and noise filling the space, it couldn’t keep your attention.

You’d be lying if you said you had any idea of what the plot was in the movie currently playing, but it’s no fault of your own. Osamu Miya is insufferable, present tense.  His hands have been your constant companions throughout his day off, intentionally teasing you.

He wasn’t at all oblivious and loved that his touch was enough to rile you up, especially when he wouldn’t take any of it further. Soft kisses on your pulse, fingertips skimming just underneath your top, he’d pull away quickly.

Osamu maintained a grin, very aware of your body’s reactions and frustrations, to your misfortune. He made a game out of it, wanting to see how much more your desire could grow and seeing the relief when he’d finally give you what you wanted.

Attention slipping more and more, you lamented the addition of his hand on your thigh, sliding itself back and forth. Warmth radiated from his touch, making your exposed skin feel like it was on fire. Osamu’s nails dragged along with the most recent swipe, and you couldn’t stop the noise of surprise rising in your throat, thighs moving to close at the feeling.

“What d’ya think of the movie, hm?” he asks, head dipping closer to yours as his grip tightens at your movement, fingertips digging into the spot they sit on. You scramble to string words together, attempting to formulate a lie despite knowing he noticed your inattentiveness ages ago.

“I like it.” Short, simple, and could be true, if it weren’t for Osamu being like this.

He raised one of his brows at you as you turned towards him, attempting a nonchalant expression. Your boyfriend seemed as if he was suppressing a laugh at your answer, lips pressing together before speaking again.

“Liar.” That one word caused you to pause, and avert his gaze, but he didn’t stay silent for long before continuing. “Ya haven’t been focused this entire time. Got somethin’ on yer mind, sweetheart?”

His tone was teasing, and his grin was bright as he watched you fumble for words. Osamu wanted to see how far you’d go to lie about how he affected you, to deny the fact that you’ve been squirming underneath his touch and desperate for more than he’s given you. 

“I’m not a liar. ‘Movies good, and there's nothing on my mind.” Your words came out rushed and sharp, and you knew he would see through anything you said, but you couldn’t give in yet. As if on cue, he scoffed at your response, shaking his head. 

“Nothing on your mind, huh?” His tone took a gleeful turn, and that grin came right back. “What about the movie?”

“Maybe if you stopped talking, I could continue focusing on it,” you huffed back at him, brushing his hand from its place. 

“A’right, guess if you won’t admit it, you don’t get what ya want.”

“What?”

“C’mon. Unless you don’t want what you’ve been waitin’ for, admit that you weren’t payin’ attention.” He meets your stare, an expectant look on his face.

You can feel your barely there resolve cracking, the idea of finally getting what he’s been dangling in front of you chipping away at your facade. You sigh in defeat, turning your body to face him.

“Don’t say anything smart,” you start, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, before he reaches over, and the following words disappear from your lips.

“Legs,” he says, patting your thigh, ”Open ‘em.” Osamu’s touch is hot on you once again, his palm searing against your skin.

Embarrassment filled you, heat prickling at the back of your neck. It wasn't as though you hadn't been in this position before, but everytime he was so blunt with what he wanted, you couldn’t help but get slightly flustered. 

Slowly parting your legs, your shirt rode up with the movement. His eyes zero’ed in on the center of your thighs, the fabric of your panties clinging to the shape of you. Groaning at the sight, Osamu couldn’t help but slide into the empty space and press his lips to yours.

Your inner thighs tingle at the feeling of denim against your skin, and you tried to stifle the soft noises that followed the feeling of him pressed against your clothed slit to no avail.

Osamu let out a chuckle at that, pulling back with eyebrows raised in amusement, but he chose to not comment, deciding to press a soft kiss at the base of your jaw and make his way down. Teeth grazing your throat, he relished the soft pants that escaped your lips. Tongue soothing each bite, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt with the intention of taking it off. 

“Wanna see you,” Osamu said, voice sounding a bit hoarse as he started to tug the fabric of it upwards. Leaning up a bit, you readjusted yourself to help him slip it off. Tossing the clothing to the side, he wasted no time in getting his mouth back on you. The skin of your chest now fully exposed to the cool air of your home, the contrast ripped a whine straight from your mouth. You pushed against him, hips rising in an attempt to stimulate yourself as he radiated warmth.

“Please, Samu,” Your voice cracked, coming out airy with desperation. Warm hands slid back down your body, just barely ghosting over your chest before they found their way to your hips.

Fingers digging into the plush of them, he moved from the spot he had been focusing on, teeth dragging and nipping as he made his way lower. Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair as his lips found one of your nipples, another cry leaving your mouth at the feeling.

There’s no keeping the barrage of sounds budding in your throat at bay anymore, but he’s right there with you as you tug his hair. A groan leaves his mouth as you tug a bit harshly, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, and he pulls back.

The light catches on his lips, red and shiny with the same spit decorating your chest and it makes you feel hot inside. Osamu looks every bit of a mess as you feel at the moment. Hair mused beyond belief, you can see the flush decorating his skin all too well. 

His eyes darted over your face, taking you in as you did to him and he couldn’t help but pull you in for another kiss. Hips pressing down against yours in earnest, the only thoughts running through your brain at that moment are about how good it feels to feel him like this, hard in his jeans and aching for you, along with how much you wish the jeans were gone.

That, instead of grinding against you, bringing you closer to release as his tongue brushes yours, you wish he was sliding into you.

Your grip slides from its place in his hair, hands finding their way down his front. Pushing his chest a bit to get that space, you reach down to cup him through his jeans. Quickly,  you’re rewarded with one of those sounds again. He can’t help but work his hips against your touch, forehead pressed against yours as he pants, mouth falling open into a pretty shape. 

“Just like that,” His words are breathy as he relishes in the feeling, before mirroring your actions. Osamu reaches down as well to rub you over your underwear, a smug smile making its way to his lips once again at the feeling of how soaked you are.

Your hand pauses as your brain catches up with the pleasure of it, hips moving without a thought against the feeling. The friction stops as quickly as it comes, a small slap coming down onto your mound.

“Yer so needy that with the slightest bit ‘f pleasure, yer brain stops working,” Your boyfriend laughs, dropping another kiss to your lips.

“Shut up. Thought you were gonna give me what I want?” You knew your impatience was threaded into your words, but you couldn't help it. Plus, your words always baited him, just as he baited you.

“Alright, alright,” he draws out the first two words, a glint in his eyes. “I’ll give ya exactly what ya want.”

His fingers reach down again, yanking your underwear to the side. You let out a small noise as the fabric touches the other side of your thigh, embarrassed that you could feel the dampness.

“Shit, maybe we should get a towel or something,” You trail off, thinking about the fabric of the couch for the first time that night. He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Ya should have thought of it earlier. Are you gonna let me touch ya, or do you wanna keep talkin? Cause we can conversate instead.”

Words die in your throat as he takes action. Osamu’s  touch trailing up and down your slit, he brushes his thumb against your clit as he prepares to slide a finger in. Rubbing small circles, he lets out a groan at the feeling of you around his digit.

The way he curls those same ones after sliding another in, thumb still toying with your clit has you keening, eyes barely able to stay open. Your hand rushing to hold onto his forearm, you know that he could make you finish quickly just like this.

“So noisy tonight, sweetheart. S’cute.” You force yourself to look at him as the words leave his mouth, and his expression only makes everything worse. Eyes dark and trained on the way his fingers slide in and out of you, sloppy sounds mingling with the heavy breathing from the both of you.

“Stop staring,” you whine out, digging your nails into his skin. “It’s embarrassing when you do it like that.” Once again, not entirely a lie, but it also makes you feel that much hotter inside. You already know he’s not going to, so it's no surprise when he ignores your words.

“Love how you feel around my fingers. Y’know, I was gonna take real good care of ya, and have you cumming around my cock, but,” he pauses, letting a soft laugh slip out again. “I want ya to finish like this first.”

He sucks in a breath at the feeling of you squirming more, tightening around his digits, and knows this means that you’re nearing the end. He slows down as he speaks once more, enjoying the way you’re teetering on the edge.

 “Aw, darlin’. Ya gonna cum? Use yer words. Tell me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, back arching as your hold on his arm gets that much tighter, “Samu please, please, I’m about to,” your words continue to tumble out.

They’re almost slurred as you whine, trying to talk through your impending release. He’s quick to murmur praises to you, cockiness slipping from his voice as he presses featherlight kisses to the crown of your head, picking the pace up once more to bring you over the crest of it.

“Thaaaat’s it,” he coos, letting you ride it out. “That’s my girl.”

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