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cops!onynnie who unfortunately pulled you over. instead of just one, both of them decided to go to gather your license and registration. you couldn’t understand what you possibly could have done wrong - in fact you did nothing wrong. when you saw their handsome faces your pussy started to talk before your brain. blabbering about nothing while the two men just stood watching you with sly smirks and glances at one another. ony chuckled when you stumbled over your words, and grabbed his vest stepping back. “step out of the car ma’am,” your heart dropped stepping out in your tiny mini skirt and one kitten heel because you could not drive with shoes on.

what once made you heart drop now had your stomach hurting. bent over the cop car onyankopon fucked into you. his blue slack were by his ankles and ass cheeks clenched everytime he pushed into you more. “naughty baby” grabbing your neck he brought you into a nasty kiss. his spit lingering in your mouth and dripping to the side while his mouth enclosed on your tongue and sucked it. “you nasty as shit o” connie laughed, jerking his curved cock and shaking it a little when pre cum dripped. the road was empty, no cars in passing to see how the two cops stopped doing their job to get off.

the summer breeze blew, the trees swaying while the wind whistled. your body was like a ragdoll moved whichever way they wanted you, and you loved every second. ony moved you off of his car and to bend a little more so you could suck on connie. “thata girl” connie praised bringing his cock to your lips and feeling the vibration of your moan around him. your eyes rolled to the back of you head while your squirted. pussy sensitive and wetter. ony didn’t dare stop, spreading the fatness of your ass and bitting his lip. “this gushy ass pussy. you love me?” your ears were ringing but you herded him. humming around connie while staring him in the eyes. connie jerked his dick from your mouth grunting at the saliva string that still connected you two.

“answer him mama” your big eyes were drowsy and sparkled. “love ony s’much! and you too connie, love you s’much wanna have all-“ you were cut off with connie stuff himself back into your mouth and filling you up with his cum. his white cream made you cheeks puff out, and a little spill on your face. onyankopon laugh, and did the same. stuffing your pussy full, so much so that it leaked leaving him no choice but to use his finger to stuff it back in. fucked and tired you kissed your husbands allowing your body to rest and pray that they turned off their body cams

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satoru knowing that sex can induce labor earlier . . . you’re sprawled in bed, your hips propped up on the pillows. you’re nine months pregnant now — aching, heavy, and absolutely fed up at this point with the baby’s ceaseless kicking and the pains. you huff it only once: “i just want this baby out of me already.”

and your husband satoru hears you nearby. but he doesn’t laugh endearingly, doesn’t coo while rubbing your swollen belly, doesn’t lean down to kiss your bump and scold your rowdy child even though he’s proud — even when you expect him to. he just tilts his head, eyes dark and hands greedy — already reaching to spread your legs.

“you sure about that, sweetheart?” he murmurs in a gravely tone by your ear. that’s all it takes. and it makes sense — the reason you’re like this in the first place should also be the thing to undo it.

you’re whiny, sensitive, clinging to him the second he pushes in. his cock stretches you open deliciously. he doesn’t take his time picking up the speed — by no means are his thrusts gentle. they’re hard and deep — punishing, almost. like he’s angry, like he’s determined to coax labor out of you with the sheer force alone. it’s brutal — each movement calculated, every snap of his hips making you gasp out a moan.

“you’re doing so good,” he pants against your neck. “maybe if i fuck you just right — the baby will finally get the hint.”

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love thinking about people gossiping about you and satoru — especially when they don’t even know who you are, or what you mean to him.

somewhere, someone is always whispering. always wondering. it’s inevitable. he’s gojo satoru, after all. so of course people watch. of course they talk.

“i saw him yesterday” someone says, hushed and wide eyed. “on the street. just walking. but he wasn’t alone”

an eyebrow lifts. “oh?”

“he was with a woman. pretty. and pregnant.”

a scoff follows. “pregnant? maybe he was just guiding her? you know, helping her cross the street or something?”

but the first one shakes their head slowly. “no. he was walking with her. holding her hand. and then—”

they pause, savoring it.

“…he touched her belly. gently. like he’d done it a hundred times before”

a sharp inhale. a gasp. eyes wide.

“i think he’s the reason she’s pregnant”

and yeah… they have no idea just how right they are.

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❥ KATSUKI BAKUGOU X FEM! READER

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❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: a/b/o dynamics (alpha Katsuki/omega reader), knotting, age-gap (Katsuki is in his grumpy 40s, you're in college), he calls you "kid", fucking in a pool, some mention of sex toys, degradation, creampie

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God, he’s too fucking old for this shit. Too god damn tired of the animal that kicks against his ribs whenever the slick smell of a willing cunt passes his nose. 

“ ‘m sorry,” you whisper, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling pussy. He grinds his molars at the too-tight feeling. 

“Fucking brat,” he hisses and clamps his hands to your doughy ass, jerking you up and down his cock. “Knew you were trouble. Fucking told you to stay away from me.” 

Katsuki knew he would end up fucking the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college girl the day you moved in next door. He tried to stop it, he really did, showing you his teeth and growling any time the sweet stink of your omega scent greeted him. 

Yet he’s the one who couldn’t help himself. Humid summer air brought your pathetic smell right to him, had him peeking over the fence that separated his house from yours like a fucking perv.

The sight of you in your little pool, desperate to cool your too-hot skin, bikini bottoms floating next to you as you shoved a dildo into your aching hole was his breaking point. 

And now here you are, stuffed full of throbbing, thick alpha cock. Because you begged him, all fat tears and plump pouts as your heat clawed at your insides. 

He might be too old for this, but he’ll never get tired of how fucking stupid omegas get for dick. 

“The t-toys just weren’t…weren’t good enough.” 

You’re pinned between him and the pool wall, lips of your cunt dragging along his length over and over again as you try to find release. 

Copious amounts of slick gush from you, making his thrusting easier. Pearly strings of your cream float around the pool, lost to splash of him fucking into you. 

But even still, he’s so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggles against your gummy walls. You hiss, not from pain, but from relief, so happy to be full that no amount of stretching will detract from your pleasure.

“You’re fucking pitiful.” 

Shame briefly shines in your blown-out eyes, a bit of humanity peeking through the haze of animal instincts. Shit. This is why he hates this, why he’s tried to avoid all the breeding nonsense. Omegas are so emotionally squishy. 

Not that he’s any better. One pout from you as you locked eyes with him across the yard made him jump a fucking fence and plunge his cock into your weeping hole at two in the afternoon. 

“Just can’t help it, can you, kid?” 

Red eyes trace over the body he’s been trying so hard not to imagine. The triangle fabric of your swimsuit is peeled away from your tits, your nipples puffy from how hard you were tugging on them before he got his hands on you. 

A little mhmmmm-mhmmmm sounds from lips pressed too tightly together, your head lolling back as you keep bucking against him with your eager, exposed pussy. 

You’re a mess, all swollen and gooey and desperate. 

“Such a dumb omega,” he groans and wraps his arms around your back, pressing your soft body all the way against his, “fucking yourself out in the open. Wanted me to find you? Wanted the old man next door to fuck you stupid.”

“N-no,” you lie so easily. “Too hot, was too hot and couldn’t get off and—”

“Bullshit. You started splashin’ around out here just praying I’d catch your scent.” 

“C-can’t help it, pr-promise. You just always smell so fucking good, alpha.”

Makes sense now why you always seem to be out on a walk when he gets home from work, and why you always seem to need something from him. He was a nice neighbor and gave you his number when you moved in all on your own, a little omega lost in a big college town. You would message him for help around your place at least once a week—changing light bulbs, fixing a leaky faucet, even opening a goddamn jar a few nights ago. 

He told you several times to stop bothering him, yet you never could catch the hint that fooling around with an alpha was going to get you bitten. 

Relentlessly he pounds his hips, the buoyancy of the water making it effortless to hold you and fuck in deep. His thighs barely feel any strain, his back muscles rolling like a true predator as he starts to use his arms to pull you up and down. 

Katsuki slides his fat cock until it’s barely in your pussy, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottoms out, balls connecting with your ass under the water with a muted thump. 

“God, fuck, that’s good, so good,” you’re fucking loud, “feel so fucking good in my pussy.” 

“Christ, you wanna let the whole neighborhood knowing I’m fucking you?”

​​The fuck-drunk little smile on your face tells him that maybe you do. 

And he thought he was the perv. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he whispers furiously, kissing you with so much force it makes your back arch in his strangle hold. 

A thick hand wraps around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there possessively as his tongue forces its way between your lips. You unconsciously moan, your own tongue meeting his, but he presses it down, not wanting it in the way. You give in, letting him encircle your tongue with his own so he can taste you. He pulls back to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth roughly dragging against it.

“Like feeling my cock spread you apart, hm? Maybe I’ll get you a dildo my size for next time you wanna put on a little show.” 

You purr and it makes him want to scratch you to pieces. 

The burning stretch of your omega cunt is bliss. The smell of sex and chlorine sting his nose, make him lose it a bit and press so hard inside of you that his cock nearly meets the resistance of your cervix. Not that you seem to mind it—your nails are sinking into his wet shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucks you in the heat of a summer afternoon. 

When Katsuki shifts his hips down, heavy cock sliding out of your tight hole, you bare your teeth and growl at a man nearly double your age.  

“Easy, tiger,” he tuts and drops you in the warming water, “turn around and let me hit it from the back.”

He loves that your instincts are to obey.

You turn your back to him with an indignant little huff, bending over the edge of the pool and waiting. Katsuki locks his arms around your thighs, pushing up and letting the water do the work. Your legs float open easily, spreading wide as he spears his way back into your slutty hole. 

“Ever been knotted before, kid?”

Looking over your shoulder, you shake your head, hiccuping as he works his shaft in and out of you. 

“Please, please, ah, knot me. Wa-wanna know what it feels like.”

He’s toying with an ancient fire, he knows that. One fat knot from an alpha and you might be begging to move in with him, but it’s worth it. Your pussy feels too goddamn good and he’s too worked up not to plug you full. 

Katsuki works you into an absolute frenzy, waves of water splashing onto the edges of the pool as you mewl and focus on how effortlessly he fucks you. Your walls meld to him, each thrust hasty and claiming, scented sweat steaming from the heat of your body and the blistering of the sun. His dick curves just perfectly inside you, cockhead purposefully brushing against the most sensitive, spongy spots within your depths. 

“Surprised none of your stupid boyfriends knotted this tight cunt before.”

“Wouldn’t,” your fingers are gripping the edge of the pool for dear life, like you’re gonna drown any second, “wouldn’t let them.” 

“And you’re gonna let me? Just a slut for older men?” 

“Slut for you,” you correct him with a bounce of your ass against his pelvis, “love a big, strong alpha.” 

He rolls his eyes at the shameless flattery, yet still the ego inside him flares to life. 

“Young, stupid omegas always think they can get whatever they want,” he growls, all while keeping a rough pace inside your body, watching how the water parts for the two of you grinding into one another. 

You give him a knowing gaze over your shoulder, sultry and coy. 

You are getting exactly what you want. All you had to do was get his attention, pry at his most basic instincts and now here he is losing his mind over the tight squeeze of your omega cunt. 

Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.

But he’ll fuck you stupid, he’s sure of that. 

“I’m too old for silly games, kid. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

He proves his point by pawing at your belly under the water, pressing in until you can both feel how deep he is in your guts. The realization makes you whine, pushing hard back against him. 

“You think I’m just some toy to use during your heat?” Katsuki tuts, licking at one of his canines. “Just wait until I knot this stupid cunt and you beg me to keep coming back.”

A symphony of sex is ringing in your backyard, sounds of primal grunts, shrill little screams, balls slapping against your ass, water gurgling and splashing.

Any animal nearby knows what’s happening, that nature is running its course and you’re both nothing but senseless bodies looking for the simplest relief.

Katsuki slides the hand on your stomach lower, pinching your aching clit before he starts swirling it under the pads of experienced fingers. You start thrashing, cunt sucking so tightly he’s sure you’re hurting with the need to cum. 

“Pleasepleaseplease oh god please!” 

You shatter and his pride nearly bursts with you. Your cunt clenches, so pleased to cum around a thick alpha cock. You babble absolute nonsense, beg for his knot and a string of thanks yous and pleases and alpha alpha alpha dripping from your mouth into the wake of the pool.

The way your pussy squeezes him tells him you’ve been looking for this orgasm for hours, walls so swollen and pulsing. You must’ve been fucking yourself with useless toys since morning and finally got desperate enough to make a scene and get him to fuck you the way you needed. 

“Poor thing,” he coos, watching your cream float to the surface of the water. 

You’re totally mindless now as he continues to fuck you, body sloshing in the pool as he manhandles you to take what he wants. 

“Don’t even know if you can handle a knot, kid. You’re too tight.” 

That stirs you, makes you flatten your hands against the edge of the pool and push back to meet his rhythm. Over and over, you keep up with him, so fucking fraught to finally feel an alpha swell in your guts.

“Please don’t stop, please. Need to feel it, been in heat for d-days.”

“Oh omega, have you been fucking yourself silly with all the wrong toys, hm? Been stuffing yourself all alone in your room? Should’ve, ah, just asked me to come fix it.”

“You told me to stop b-bothering you…” 

“You’ll annoy me when your sink’s leakin’ but not when your pussy is? So fucking stupid.”

Only he’s starting to go dumb at the wrap of your cunt around him. The beast in his belly is raging, alpha instincts boiling in the summer sun. 

“C’mon, slut, milk my cock,” he pants and slams into you, lost in the way the water reflects around your curves and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He swears your body listens, some reflexive instinct that has your pussy clamping around his shaft until he can feel the veins of his cock squishing into your walls. 

The orgasmic build starts rushing up his spine, inflating the base of his cock inch by inch. 

“Holy shit, fuck~” you whimper at the first stretch of his knot. “Kat–Katsuki, ‘m so fucking full!” 

Finally he bursts, knot bulging into your gumminess until you’re plugged with him. His cum spills into your tight channel, filling you whole. 

Your sweet, stupid omega brain can barely comprehend the stretch. Another orgasm wrecks your body, has you falling face first into the pool. Katsuki scrambles to grab you, hoist you up and into his arms as you gasp and crest and cum all over him again. 

He can’t help but chuckle, easily maneuvering his back to the pool’s edge. He lets you calm down in his hold, your head falling against his shoulder as you try to breathe. 

“Get what you wanted, brat?” 

Katsuki pats your bloated belly, making you squeal as he rubs the heel of his hand against his knot. 

You nod dumbly, eyes closing to focus on the feel of him. He smirks realizing you’ll never forget him, your first knot. Omegas really are so emotional. 

Yet he’s taunted by the stupid bikini bottoms still floating in the water, mocking just how easy it was for you to boil him down to his base instincts. 

He’s too old for this shit. Especially as you start grinding down against his knot, cooing, reminding him you’ll be fucking him until your heat decides it’s done with him. 

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katsuki gets hard when you take care of him 🗣️

he hates being sick; he hates being out of commission because he feels useless and therefore weirded out that you want to feed him soup when he's not even actively contributing to society.

(the first time he told you that, you gave him a look he's pretty sure was pity.)

when you sweep sweaty bangs off his forehead, he bites down on the inside of his cheek to bury the groan in his throat.

he doesn't know how to love like you do, with the kind of gentle affection apparent in every spoonful of soup you bring to his lips.

"you okay there, dynamight?" you glance pointedly at his lap, a playful glint in your eyes. "what's got you so distracted?"

well, fuck. he's so out of it he didn't even notice his dick swelling.

his ears burn. he has no idea how to voice that you mothering him is turning him on to the point of near insanity.

"it's nice," he says defensively, gesturing at you vaguely, but you don't miss a beat.

"i like taking care of you, kats." your hand settles on his chest, and you lean in close, a smile on your mouth that he wants to lick off. "i like that you let me."

your thumb sweeps back and forth on his sternum, a burning caress he feels at the base of his dick. he's a second away from grabbing your hand and thrusting it down his pants like a fumbling teenager, but you pull away, the smile on your mouth going coy.

"pretty sure my patient needs to rest up before he undergoes any rigorous activity."

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one + one makes three - luffy x reader

cw: topics surrounding pregnancy and peripartum. fluff. unrequited love themes with hancock. self-ship coded. ~3.5k words.

As the shore where you’ll spend at least the next three to six months finally comes into view, and you, one hand resting on your belly, the other holding tightly on the railing of the deck of the Thousand Sunny, turn to look at the man standing beside you, you realize that your life has veered wildly off course.

16 year-old you would not at all recognize your life right now, over a decade later, and for good reason - you’re a well-known pirate, you’re part of one of the most notorious crews from the East Blue, and most importantly, you’re very much pregnant.

With the infamous Straw Hat Luffy’s baby. Things have truly gotten out of hand and immensely so.

You sigh, and Luffy gives you a reassuring smile, sensing the quickening of your heartbeat in your chest.

The truth is, your next decided course of action is possibly the dumbest idea Luffy has come up with yet, but somehow, as always, he might ultimately have helped you agree on the best decision.

If you are to have this baby of yours off the Thousand Sunny, it should be on Amazon Lily.

—

“To be fair, considering how often you were off doing-” Chopper pauses and looks away for a moment bashfully, then waves his hoof awkwardly, “-that, it’s almost surprising it took this long for this to happen.”

You can feel your cheeks run hot but Luffy, unable to be fazed ever, nods slowly, and it’s clear he is not really worried about the content of whatever Chopper’s saying about the current situation, and rather focusing on the immediate future.

“So she and the baby are going to be okay, right?” he asks, his tone impressed with just the slightest urgency for a definitive answer. 

Chopper gives him a look, then places his stethoscope on your chest again, taking a second listen to your heartbeat. He checks your pulse, then confirms that there’s no significant swelling in your legs and Luffy falls quiet, watching carefully as you breathe in and out slowly. 

Chopper lets out a sigh, then places the stethoscope ears around his neck.

“They’re both fine right now, but I have to be honest - I don’t have the experience to take care of pregnant women. I haven’t delivered babies nearly enough to be sure I can do what’s absolutely best for you, and I haven’t even ever seen a pregnancy to term.”

Luffy tilts his head.

“But you still are the best doctor there is, right?” 

Chopper, for once, looks more annoyed at the idea than flattered.

“I know theory, but that doesn’t mean she’s in the best hands!” Chopper exclaims. He then looks back at you, then frowns and you pout back, pulling your legs to your chest as you sit in the chair.

“I’m not saying you won’t be okay,” Chopper finally adds as he senses your disquiet. “Just that I can’t 100% say that I know what I’m doing, which is why I’m going to recommend once you get closer to your due date, it’s best you get on land, where if there’s an emergency you can easily get help.”

You suck in a deep breath, contemplating for a moment, but before you can say a word, you can sense the gears in Luffy’s head turning.

“Easy, so we’ll just dock somewhere for a couple of months until you have the baby.” Luffy says immediately. You shoot Luffy an aggravated look.

“First of all, what part of this is easy?! Second of all,” you pause, then soften your voice, “I’m not going to hold everyone back.” 

Luffy shakes his head.

“But you’re not holding everyone back,” he protests but you stand firm. 

“I don’t want you guys just waiting for me to pop.” You insist, crossing your arms over your chest. “So as long as I’m somewhere safe, I can do this alone. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re not doing anything alone.” Luffy says, indignantly, and Chopper looks between the two of you, before deciding it’s best to let the two of you sort it out.

…

The bickering clearly comes to a stop in the next few hours given that despite the fact that the two of you are stubborn, you also have relatively short attention spans and inability to hold grudges, preferring to spend your time together in harmony rather than arguing long term. By evening however, Luffy has come to a decision in his own head, and you’re shocked to hear it as he comes to life in the middle of a pre-dinner nap, where you are held tightly by his side as if you were a well-loved teddy bear.

“Got it! I’ll call up Hancock! She knows a lot of women, and they’d all be more than happy to take care of you.”

Hancock?!

Your eyes widen and you practically scramble to your feet.

“Hold on. You mean to tell me that you think it’s a good idea to roll right back up where the Snake Empress, who has been obsessed with you since you’ve met eyes, fully pregnant with YOUR baby?!”

Luffy hears the distress in your voice but it doesn’t register to him as rational because he, by his very nature, is irrational.

“Yes?”

Luffy’s still lounging on his hands resting behind his head, as if he’s said absolutely nothing of significance. You can’t help yourself from glaring at him.

“Luffy, she’ll literally poison me.”

“No, she won’t.” Luffy says, firmly, and somehow you’re thankful he doesn’t roll his eyes even if you can hear it in his voice. Still, you press on.

“I don’t think you understand how much she loves you.”

Luffy glances at you, then tips his straw hat over his face, unenthused.

“Okay maybe, but I don’t like her in that way, not in the way I love you, and she’s understood that all these years. Plus she’s a nice person. She’ll help if I ask her to.”

“Luffy.”

He tilts his hat back up and looks at you.

“Just trust me, okay? I promise it’ll be okay.”

—

What Luffy thinks is “okay” and what you think is “okay” are often starkly different things at first, but the truth is that they converge more often than not when it’s all said and done. 

The Snake Empress is waiting for you on the shore, flanked by her faithful sisters Sandersonia and Marigold and Luffy greets them excitedly from the helm of the ship. 

As you see her, you can feel age-old apprehension creep up the back of your neck. You remember being 17 and envious of her for obvious reasons - her beauty, her boldness, her strength, her power, but more importantly the fact that you knew she genuinely did love the same man you did, in a way far more innocent than anything else she ever does. Luffy would not have had the closure he did after Marineford if not in some part because of her, even if you’re the one that quieted the nightmares the very first day he came back, and from then on.

But Boa is gracious if only to make up for a propensity to delusion. She does not pretend not to know you - in fact, she greets you politely if not warmly. 

“It’s been years. You are practically glowing,” she says, and you can’t help but feel like it’s a mockery, even though you know she’s genuine. It’s a small offering in between her adoring glances at Luffy as they catch up. She radiates like the sun, always.

Marguerite takes your arm quickly and is a helpful distraction from your apprehension.

“I get to wait hand and foot on you by the way,” she teases. “Just like old times!”

You scrunch your nose at her.

“I wasn’t that needy,” you remind her as you reminisce on your first days on Amazon Lily so long ago, but she shakes her head. 

“Perhaps not, but I do need you to need me as much as possible this time. It’s been ages since we’ve seen a baby here!” 

Aphelandra and Sweet Pea also appear soon enough, and Aphelandra asks politely if she can touch your belly, just to receive a kick from the eager child as if they’d heard it. Sweet Pea laughs at her shock, and you find yourself laughing too.

Perhaps things won’t be too bad, you think.

—

One week until you’re about to conceive, you’re staring at a cup of brown liquid, the smell so foul you can feel your eyes water just looking at it.

And Gloriosa’s face is unwaveringly maternal as she demands you drink every last drop. You glance at Boa, and she meets eyes with you for a second with a split second of compassion, then looks away, crossing her arms.

“You should be thankful that she’s even fussing over you like this. Don’t be a baby and just drink it,” she says. 

Gloriosa says nothing else, the sinister smile plastered on her face closing her wrinkle bordered eyes.

You take a deep breath, look around the room again for mercy, which Marigold has absolutely none as she frowns at you, Sandersonia is too busy looking at her nails, and Marguerite is off to the market and can’t pretend you have something else to do.

Part of you wonders if you should fake labor pains to avoid drinking, but that will cause more trouble than not. You close your eyes, and quickly throw the disgusting liquid back and let a tear run down your cheek as it settles in your stomach.

The baby kicks as though sensing your offense, and you rub your hand reflexively over your belly.

Gloriosa finally smiles and steps out of the room

With the odd way she’s acting, part of you wonders if it really is supposed to help with labor or poison like you’d originally suggested. This is the fourth of such concoctions and she insists that you’ll need a couple more doses. How would she even know? It’s not like she’s ever had a child that you know of.

Boa is kind enough to hand you a glass of water, and takes a seat next to you from the tatami. Her sisters seem to notice a look on her face that suggests she wants the two of you to be alone, and they slip out of the room almost imperceptibly.

You look at her and you think your heart should race but it doesn’t. Boa initially tucks her legs on the floor pillow, but she seems to decide to relax instead, stretching long pale legs before her. Like this, she seems like a regular woman, even if she’s strikingly, almost upsettingly beautiful. These days you’re not able to get yourself all the way comfortable easily, but you find that stretching your own legs out and tucking the floor pillow beneath your back helps.

It takes a moment for Boa to say anything, and you sit in silence for a moment. Then she scoffs.

“You know, I asked myself all these years, why not me?” she starts. Your stomach lurches for a moment and it’s not the child in your womb; rather the child seems just as quiet, as if also interested in hearing Boa speak.

A few seconds pass. You think of the last conversation you had with Luffy before you left Amazon Lily, when he told you he’d leave with Boa to find Ace. A lot ran through your mind then - if he could trust her, if he even really trusted you and your obvious suspicion of her, and your apprehension at the very idea of Luffy storming a maximum security prison on his own. You realized it was when Boa declared her interest that you realized what you had been experiencing was something more romantic than simple fondness, as if she had unintentionally given you a push to say what you felt.

It’s just as easy for you to ask yourself, why not her? as well. Why you?

But saying you don’t know helps no one. So you listen.

“If I were to lose in a matter like this, I didn’t expect it would be to someone so ordinary, I told myself.”

Ordinary is a good word for you. Your Devil fruit isn’t particularly powerful. Your observation haki is useful but ultimately does not dazzle and does not overpower. Your beauty pales significantly in comparison like a wilted flower in a vase next to those in full bloom. It is worse now, your body swollen in odd places and shaped oddly, accommodating a growing human being you have yet to meet. You are smart, but your crew is full of many brilliant minds like Chopper and Robin and Nami. You are kind but what is kinder than Boa taking in a love rival and keeping her safe?

You don’t know why he chose you, and saying it out loud wouldn’t pacify you, and it would only make your heart ache.

You shift slowly, letting your arms wrap around your belly. Boa watches you from the corner of her eye.

“I don’t think you are ordinary anymore,” she says. You wonder if she is being considerate of your feelings, which makes you feel worse.

“It’s okay,” you laugh. “You don’t have to-”

You start strong but your voice chokes up for a moment as you fight back the urge to cry.

Boa crinkles her nose, clearly displeased by your display of emotion.

“Don’t cry here. It’s unbecoming.”

“I’m not crying,” you reply, clearly holding back tears. She rolls her eyes, and a tear finally escapes down your cheek, far too dramatically. 

“I said I thought you were ordinary, not hideous. And I even used the past tense!” she hisses. 

“Thanks.” That comes out as a croak rather than a word, and you can sense Boa’s blood boil.

“I’m trying to tell you you’re a good match and here you are blubbering in my home!” she snaps, rising to her feet.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you look at her, and her beautiful face reddens in frustration at the watery appearance of your eyes.

“Don’t aggravate me further. All I am doing is trying to be nice to you.”

You wipe the small, careless tears in your eyes. You’ve been far more emotional lately anyway, part hormones, part worry, part melancholy. You don’t know what your crew is doing nor Luffy. You could have a baby at any time now, and despite the fact that all Boa has done is be kind, there’s a bit of guilt.

Guilt every time you watch her look enviously at the curve of your stomach, guilt when you think of the way you held tightly to Luffy’s hand as you approached the island, guilt at the way the women fawn over you and ask you if you’ve thought of baby names yet.

“I’m sorry,” you start.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” she quips.”You have done nothing and I have lost nothing.”

You’re not sure if you’d be this gracious if the roles were reversed, but Boa pushes the glass of water closer to you to drink.

“I haven’t tasted whatever Elder Nyon gave you, but I can’t imagine the aftertaste is tolerable. Finish your water.”

You nod and obey, cool water on your lips, and Boa’s natural iciness giving way to a warm affection.

—

In the middle of a stormy night, the hand you hold onto in the dark, delirious from pain, is not Luffy’s, not your mother’s, not Nami or Robin’s, but Hancock’s.

If you weren’t so distracted by the prospect of fully formed life being expelled from your body, you’d have time to recognize the emotion wrapped in the way her hand both resists and endures your desperate squeeze, you’d have time to see her eyes look toward the ceiling, to the midwife working before you two, to the windows of the palace, anything to look away from your face.

Luffy won’t make it in time, she tells you, voicing concern only, and you don’t answer her, biting your lip so hard it bleeds.

By the time your child makes their second cry, Luffy has made it, crashing through the window to mirror his son’s own entrance in the world. His eyes fall on you first, loving, then lower to the little swaddled creature in your arms, and unwilling to disturb the peace any further, doesn’t pick up his son directly, choosing to carry you both in his arms.

And despite being drenched in rain, he’s as warm as the sun.

—

“Where’s the rest of the crew?” you ask, tentatively. Luffy’s settled around you, chin pressed onto your head as you nurse your child again for about the 8th time that day. He nurses a little - really, far more - than the midwife expected, but you’re not too surprised considering who his father is, but it’s day 2 and you’re already exhausted. Hancock has already demanded to know why there are no wet nurses on her island which was such a ridiculous ask on an island that rarely has children you could only laugh before returning to your duty. Meanwhile, visitors have stopped showing up to ogle your ‘miracle’ boy and now you finally have time to yourself after Marguerite shooed them all finally away.

“Probably back at Sabaody,” Luffy replies, nuzzling your neck. You laugh. 

“Probably? Not very captain-like,” you tease him.

He laughs. “I mean they’re free to do whatever they want, as long as they let us back on when the time is right.”

With that Luffy takes one of his boy’s curled fists gently between two of his fingers, playing with it. He doesn’t say anything, but you can tell in his eyes, he’s in wonder. You sigh, as you think about how the rest of your lives will look. In dating, even in marriage, knots can untie at a moment’s notice, but now - now, there is blood between you two and that will never change for as long as the three of you live. 

Luffy presses a kiss to your cheek and plays with the few sparse locks of dark hair adorning the baby’s scalp. You’re not sure who he’ll end up taking after more, but for now, Luffy appears to be winning.

“What name did you choose?” he asks.

Luffy had a few favorites when you’d discussed it previously, but he’s leaving the choice to you. You think for a moment, then the selection is clear.

“Kaze.”

He blinks for a moment, then smiles and looks at your baby again.

“Kaze, nice to meet you!”

He holds you a little bit closer as his hand cradles the curve of the nursing babe’s cheek, a child now satisfied and falling to sleep. “We’re going to love you so hard.”

Moments later, Luffy has the baby in his arms after training on how to burp it from the midwife and is gently patting him on the back. He’s perhaps a little too excited, a bounce in his step as he paces across the room, and your eyes watch him carefully as you drink more of a new concoction that Gloriosa is insisting on feeding you, supposedly good for milk letdown, which is remarkably less disgusting than the prenatal one, and which you suspect may actually be effective.

“You were right, Luffy,” you tell him from under the bedsheets you’ve curled into. He stops for a moment, and Kaze finally lets out a small burp which prompts a big smile in his direction before he turns back to you.

“How so?” he asks. Kaze goes into an ornate gifted bassinet beside the bed as Luffy slips back next to you, stretched arm keeping nurturing contact with the little one.

“To have him here.”

Luffy grins. “Told ya.”

You shift closer, pressing your body into his side.

“How long are you staying?” you ask.

“Do you want me to leave?” he replies.

“No, but I don’t think it’s right for me to keep you here, when you need to be sailing,” you reply. He raises his eyebrow at you, but says nothing yet.

A moment passes where a pin could drop, but it’s a healthy, contemplative quiet. 

“I’ll go when you’re ready.”

You nod. He can spare a few months away from the crew, you tell yourself. It’s not greedy or wrong of you, and you know he would take the two of you with him if you wanted. This gives you time to think.

“Okay.”

His hand leaves the bassinet, now wrapping securely around your waist. Your eyes start to close for a moment, lulled into rest, but one last thing comes to mind.

“I think Hancock should be his godmother. Maybe. If she’s okay with it, I’ll think about it.”

He looks amused when you open your eyes again, then presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Perfect.”

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fwb!bakugo is the only guy that’s made you cum from penetration alone. mdni (17+).

one minute some broken sentence is leaving your mouth about how he’s too deep, and the next you’re seeing colors as your pussy squeezes tightly around him.

katsuki slows down, hand still pressed against your lower tummy to feel the outline of his cock, as he watches you with a crooked grin. his already inflated ego growing bigger.

nearly a minute has passed and your walls are still pulsating with satisfaction around his thick dick. he almost grunts, but he quickly covers it by grumbling about how it’ll take more than that to make him cum this quick.

the after shocks of your orgasm are still flowing deeply through your body and katsuki never stops fucking you through it, not even once. crimson eyes stay glued to the blissful expression on your face, waiting for the moment he can resume his bruising rhythm again.

the second you give him the go ahead, his hips are bucking into yours—just like before—propelling your body forward on the bed.

“what were you bitchin’ about again?” he chuckles. his curved dick and brushes over your gspot again and draws another moan from you.

“doesn’t matter. if i hear you open that pretty mouth again and you’re not telling me how much you love this dick?” he growls. “i’ll fuck that attitude outta you. have you beggin’ me to stop ‘cause this pussy can’t handle it.”

your blood runs even hotter than before with increased arousal from his words. a warm hand glides up your body, grazing your breast in the process before he takes your chin between his fingers.

“that’s a promise.”

[minnymocha]

“can i tie a bow around it?” . . . K . BAKUGOU

You: staring down at Bakugo’s exposed cock, tilted curiously, eyes gleaming with mischief “Can I…tie a bow around it?”

Bakugo: “HUH— THE FUCK KINDA QUESTION—?!”

His face explodes in crimson, ears burning so red you’d think he’s about to self-destruct. His abs flex as his fists clench by his sides, trying so hard to keep up his composure when his entire brain is malfunctioning. You watch him struggle to form words, the mighty explosive hero reduced to stuttering mess.

“I–I–WHAT THE HELL, DUMBASS—! WHY WOULD YOU—?!”

You pout, batting your lashes. “Please? Just once? I have this really pretty satin ribbon…”

He grits his teeth, turning his head away as steam practically emits from his hairline. The veins on his neck pop with how tense he is. But then he growls lowly, defeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

“…Fine. Fuckin’— do it quick before I change my mind.”

You squeal softly in excitement, quickly grabbing the pink ribbon you’d hidden behind your back. He watches between his fingers as he covers his face, peeking through them like a shy, flustered cat. When your warm fingers brush against his shaft to wrap the silky bow around it, he shudders— actually shudders— and chokes out a half-suppressed moan.

“D-don’t…don’t fuckin’ stare at me like that…!”

You tie a perfect little bow with a flourish, humming, admiring how adorable it looks against his flushed, twitching cock. The sight makes your stomach twist in hunger and affection at once. You giggle.

“It’s so cute, Katsu.”

“C-cute…?! Shut up…don’t call it…shit…!”

His voice cracks mid-sentence, making your grin widen. When you lean in and press a teasing kiss to the tip, right above the ribbon—

He lets out a desperate, ragged whimper that sounds suspiciously close to a please.

© 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ; don't copy translate or feed to ai

[minnymocha]

paring: Nanami Kento x reader

Genre—pure smut. Rough!Kento ~.~

Nanami tried—really tried—to keep it slow, to savor the heat of your body wrapped around his, the contrast of your softness and his brutal size. But the way you moaned his name “Kento” breathless and low, fingers digging into his arms like you needed him to stay inside?

It cracked something in him.

“Fuck,” he growled, jaw tightening as his hips slammed forward without warning, forcing a scream from your lips. “You talk to me like that again and I swear I’ll fuck you through the floor.”

You gasped, trying to speak, to gather yourself, but he was already pounding into you, brutal and unrelenting, sweat dripping down his forehead onto your shoulders.

Still, you bit your lip, eyes fierce and wet, and whispered, “You gonna break me, Kento?”

That did it.

He snarled, grabbed your waist, and flipped you over in one motion, forcing you to all fours, yanking your hips back so fast, you nearly collapsed.

“You want it rough? Then fucking say it,” he barked, slapping his cock against your soaked cunt. “Say you want me to ruin you.”

“I want it,” you moaned, voice wrecked and desperate. “Fuck me ahh until I forget my name”

He slammed into you with a groan that sounded more beast than man, the slap of bodies brutal and fast.

“Good girl,” he growled into your shoulder, leaning over you so his chest pressed to your back, one massive hand gripping your throat, the other pinning your wrists to the mattress. “You say it, you get it. That’s how this works. You ask to be broken, and I give it to you.”

Your whimpers were muffled, raw, shaking from the relentless pace, each thrust pushing you deeper into the bed, every inch of him stretching your insides open again and again.

“You feel that?” he hissed, cock throbbing deep inside you. “That’s mine. Your body—your cunt—your fucking voice. All of it belongs to me now.”

And when you came—screaming, shaking, collapsing—he didn’t stop. Just grabbed your hips tighter and fucked you through the orgasm, determined to mark you from the inside all over again.

~.~

Plagiarism not authorized

[minnymocha]

MORE SHIGGY PLEASEEE 🙏🙏🙏

Summary: you get Tomura Shigaraki all hot and bothered at a market. Any bathrooms nearby? (mini angst at the end if you really, REALLY squint)

🫧🌱

It’s not really Tomura’s fault that you’re perched rather uncomfortably on the edge of the public bathroom sink, denim of your skirt folded into messy waves around your hips and underwear dangling precariously from one ankle while he pants into your mouth. It’s not his fault, he tells himself as he thrusts in and out of your pussy, it was your fault if anything- you and that stupid cheap denim skirt you’d decided to ‘borrow’ from the local store with Toga.

It was your fault when you decided to wear said skirt to a recon mission the league had been sent on around the local market; it was all sun, happily screaming children and the smell of chilli oil but Tomura couldn’t focus on anything apart from your bare thighs and the way the denim hugged at your hips. He wanted to press his fingertips into them, so hard he left bruises, and his hand twitched at his side when you bent over the fence in front of him to speak with Sako.

Which was probably the catalyst- along with how you grinned knowingly at him when he grabbed at your hand to tug you into the nearest bathroom and slam the door- for how you ended up in this position. The moment the door was shut, the dull music and vague bleach smell of the convenience store blocked out, his lips were on yours- you reciprocated eagerly, arching up to nip at his bottom lip with your teeth.

Tomura was never gentle, per say- he’d practically slammed you into the door, and was now manhandling you to the best of his ability to wrench the dampening fabric of your underwear down and shove his fingers through your folds. You don’t mind- he’s gentle enough afterwards, when he breathes shakily against your collarbone and allows the darkness of the room swallow him up.

Quickies aren’t ideal, both of you know that- it’s an opinion that’s only more relevant when your head bangs into the smudged mirror behind you and the cheap glass of the reflection cracks.

Seven years of bad luck, you suppose.

It’s a superstition that you don’t have time to focus on by the time Tomura is haphazardly pulling down his boxers. His cock springs out, tip flushed and begging for attention as he allows you to reach down and grab at it; he gives you about 10 seconds of taunting before he spreads open your legs, bruising your thighs, and buries himself inside you with one thrust that has both of you moaning.

You claw at his back under his hoodie and gasp, the stretch undeniable, but as expected he pays no mind to it. He balls up the denim of your skirt in one hand, the other grabbing at your tank top to pull it down and palm at your chest through your bra; leaning down, he starts to bite at your shoulder as he fucks you.

“Stupid skirt..” he complains shakily into your skin. “‘S your fault.”

It really isn’t your fault he’s losing control of his hips in a public connivence store bathroom, but you can’t help yourself from clenching around his cock at the same time you grip at his scalp and tug. His head goes straight back, eyes meeting yours in a blaze of indignation and arousal when a whimper tears from his throat and you have to bite at his lips to get him to shut up.

You aren’t much better though, whining everytime he hits your g-spot and gasping when your own hand snakes down to rub at your clit. Your mouth falls open, eyes fixated on where he disappears inside your pussy with every thrust. It briefly occurs to you just how debauched you must look, hair plastered to your neck with beads of sweat and tank top pulled down, getting fucked in a bathroom by the guy who’s supposed to be your boss. He’s mouthing greedily at your skin, leaving a trail of spit that makes all the marks he leaves shine in the fluorescence of the bathroom.

You shudder around him, skirt long forgotten as it sits uselessly bunched around your waist, held up by Tomura’s grabby hands. He cums before you do, head falling forward with a small, choked moan as he sputters inside of you and it pushes you over the edge too, your own fingers ghosting over your clit while you spasm around him.

He doesn’t pull out straight away, he stays inside you and listens to the hum of the extractor fan and your own panting. When he does eventually pull out, he stares at the way his cum dribbles out of you and, after a few seconds, raises two capable fingers to push it back inside while you squirm from overstimulation.

He doesn’t say anything as you grip his wrist, but the pink dusting his pale cheeks grows to red when you slowly lift his two fingers to your mouth and suck his- and your own- cum from them. He swallows thickly, dragging them out and watching the way your lips part for them.

You hop off the sink, legs wobbly, and pull up your underwear, fixing your skirt back into place and hastily run out of the bathroom with Tomura close behind. Strangely, you feel close to giggles.

“We broke the mirror.” You say when you’re outside, back in the market and surrounded by the bustling crowd.

“So?” He quips back.

“Seven years of bad luck for us.” You mutter back at him, moving through the crowd to try and relocate everyone else in the sea of dumpling stands and other assorted street seller.

“Nah, we’ll all be fine.” Tomura says, more to himself than anything as he watches you wave over at Toga, who is currently eyeing up the mochi stand near the middle of the market.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

🫧🌱

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thanks for reading! As always, comments are appreciated and dm’s are open for oneshot requests :)

[minnymocha]

⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ tengen fucking you behind his wives’ backs

tengen knows he shouldn’t be seeing you, especially when he has three wives at home who don’t particularly like you — and for good reason. but he just can’t help the way he’s grown addicted to you, and especially addicted to the way your pussy feels around his thick cock as your gummy walls tighten around him every time he’s inside.

his wives have every reason to be suspicious of you with the way tengen’s eyes linger on you for too long or the way you look up at him with that playful glint they know all too well. they see the way he’s overly friendly with you, the lingering touches and the way he laughs with crinkles next to his eyes, the type of laughter they rarely see anymore. and to anyone else, it was painfully obvious what was going on between you two, but tengen always reassured them that you were nothing more than friends, and that they had nothing to worry about.

he’ll say that, then not even a few hours later find himself in your home late at night when his wives are asleep, fucking you deep into the mattress with your legs resting on his broad shoulders as you cry out his name and your pussy swallows his length whole, like you were made perfectly for him.

sex with you is just something else. with the way your pussy sucks him in so eagerly, desperate to swallow him whole as your walls flutter around his shaft — it has tengen completely addicted and completely at your mercy, even if he knew it was wrong. but even the thought of his wives finding out definitely doesn’t make him stop, only adding to the thrill.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby..”, he’ll mutter against your ear as he watches you come undone beneath him, admiring the sight of your parted lips and half lidded eyes as he continues to stretch you out with his cock, his mushroom tip throbbing when he nears his peak while snapping his hips forward.

and as he watches the way you cum, writhing beneath him with pretty babbles and the high pitched moan of his name, it has tengen’s throbbing cock still hard and eager to pound your overstimulated pussy over and over despite the overflow of cum in the clear latex around his cock, and he honestly can’t help but wish he didn’t have to use this stupid condom, the thought of claiming you as his own from filling you up with his seed sounding way more appealing.

[minnymocha]

AU where Ace lives and all three of the ASL brothers dick you down at once. The boys fighting over who goes gets your cunt first and Ace trying to instate the ‘ASL’ order claiming its him, Sabo, THEN Luffy. Except Luffy doesn’t take orders from anyone and goes first anyways.

[minnymocha]

cheater gojo watching your friend, geto, fuck you. based on this song.

warnings: mdni - smut: piv, doggy, voyeursism(?)

“how did you cheat on a pussy this sweet?”

suguru’s voice rolls from behind you, smooth and teasing. your hands are grabbing at the sheets, knees spread, thighs shaking.

your soaked cunt clenches around his cock, milking him with every ruthless thrust. his hips slam into you — obscene sounds fill the room; your plush ass slamming back on him, your moans, and satoru’s restraint slipping away. suguru pounds into you fast and relentless, like he’s more pissed about the cheating than you ever were.

“be sure you watch this ‘toru,” suguru mutters with a chuckle as he yanks your hair, bringing your back to his chest. “watch how well she takes my cock.”

“fuck,” you softly groan. you fuck yourself back on his cock, chasing him with every pullout. its desperate, needy, messy.

one of his hands is tangled in your hair, the other pinching your nipples until you whimper. your hands clawing on his forearm, trying to ground yourself.

you arch your back, allowing his cock to reach deeper. the mushroom tip of his cock hitting exactly where you need it too.

your eyes meet satoru’s — flushed pink, lips bitten raw, frosty hair plastered on his forehead, cerulean eyes pinched into slits. his hands are twitching on his lap, like they don’t know whether they should stroke his cock or crawl over to you.

if suguru wasn’t stuffing you full, you might have giggled at the view. instead, you send a smug smile as you moan. satoru’s eyes narrow even more and drop down to where suguru’s cock enters your wet pussy.

“he never fucked you right, did he?” suguru whispers loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. one of his fingers roughly pulling at your nipple, you bite your lip to hold back your moan.

suguru pulls your hair back just a tiny bit more, your arch deepening — angling you just right. he ruts into you deeper, you slick trailing along his cock.

you shake your head, eyes still on satoru. your orgasm coils right in your gut, sharp and fast. thighs trembling, cunt fluttering around his cock — begging him to stay.

satoru’s hands are practically shaking, balled up in fists right on his thick thighs.

“n-no.” you send a wink his way and watch him swallow the lump in his throat down.

your pussy is a mess, wet and noisy meeting every thrusts that suguru sends your way. his cock hitting that spongey spot deep inside, over and over.

you could barely breathe, can’t really think — just incoherent babbles slipping from your lips. your eyes stuck on satoru as you watch him bite his knuckles. his other hand finally grabbing at his cock through his pants.

suguru’s thrusts start to slow down and you watch as satoru’s breathing slows. relief washing over him, thinking that this is the end.

“tell him that,” he sneers. you gasp when he slams back into you with one rough thrust. thick and mean. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, pounding into you faster, angrier.

“y-you never fucked me r-right,” you practically whimper, your head lolling to the side — trusting suguru to hold it upright.

“good girl,” his hold on your hair loosens and you fall forward. your chest hitting the bed below.

suguru’s thrusts doesn’t let up. you ass bouncing with every thrust — skin slapping skin echoing in the room.

“let me touch you,” satoru whispers into the room. his voice is flat and whiney.

you send a grin his way when you look up and notice he’s fished his cock out his pants. his face distorted in anger, his knuckles flushed white as slowly strokes his cock. his thumb running over his tip, spreading his pre cum.

“nah,” suguru barks out a laugh. “fuck into your hand satoru, because you’re not getting this pussy again.”

thank you @satorus-princess & @sugurusladyknightt for reading my first little draft :)

[minnymocha]

camboy!sukuna is a terrible roommate. you should've known better, especially after that first visit to his apartment. it was a disaster. even though he knew you were coming, he hadn't bothered to tidy up. the place was littered with empty pizza boxes, half-empty energy drink cans, and an absurd number of socks.

camboy!sukuna's rent, though, was undeniably cheaper than anything else you could find. it was a choice between this messy, chaotic apartment and having nowhere to sleep at all. you really didn't have much of a choice.

camboy!sukuna who constantly has women over. he doesn't even try to be discreet about it. the walls are paper-thin, and trying to sleep through the loud moans and the rhythmic banging of his headboard against the drywall is nearly impossible.

camboy!sukuna, when he doesn't have company at night, seems perfectly content to go solo. you can hear his groans and the muffled words that sometimes escape his lips. you can never quite make out what he's saying, but the low, vulnerable sound of his voice is enough to stir something in you.

camboy!sukuna who, you hate to admit, has you slipping your fingers past the hem of your pajama pants. it's a little mortifying, getting off to the sounds of your roommate pleasuring himself. but you can't help it. he's incredibly attractive—over six feet tall and built. if he's that big, what about his dick?

camboy!sukuna and those dirty thoughts won't leave your mind. you press a hand over your mouth; you'd be damned if you let him hear you. you close your eyes, pretending it's his cock you're clenching around, coming in sync with him, your sticky release spilling onto your sheets. you know he's climaxing, too, because you've noticed he gets significantly louder when he orgasms.

camboy!sukuna's door is open one day. he's not in his room, but in the shower down the hall. you had just needed to talk to him about something. you'd never actually been inside his room, only caught glimpses when he slipped in. he's not much of a conversationalist, for some reason, but he has no problem walking around the apartment half-naked.

camboy!sukuna who's bedroom you walk into, your curiosity getting the better of you. there's not much to it: a messy bedspread, some rock band posters on the wall, and a pile of clothes on the floor. not as bad as you expected, honestly. you're about to leave when you notice his laptop is open, and you squint at the screen.

camboy!sukuna who's screen reads livestream ended. you had no idea he was a streamer, and you certainly didn't know he was a porn streamer until you read the url of the site. shocked doesn't even begin to cover what you're feeling. your roommate's live stream was a camshow? he's a camboy? that same overwhelming curiosity takes hold of you, and you click on his stats.

camboy!sukuna who had almost 500,000 viewers tuned in to his latest stream. your eyes widen, your jaw dropping. stunned, you stumble backward, hitting the wall. (except it's not the wall. it's your six-foot-something, built roommate.)

camboy!sukuna watches you with amusement as you babble about needing more time on the rent, tripping over your words, your face burning. you're just trying to explain you're a little short on cash this month.

camboy!sukuna just grins, telling you he knows a good way for you to make a quick buck. his gaze drifts to the laptop, and yours follows. and because you're just a good roommate who doesn't want to delay her rent payment, you slowly nod.

camboy!sukuna who's right. this is a good way to make a quick buck. his viewers are enthralled, spamming him with donations, all wondering who this pretty girl he's fucking so passionately is. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, and your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer.

camboy!sukuna who fucks you so well the stream could never truly capture it. his strokes are deep and fast, almost desperate, as he chases his orgasm. his teeth sink into your shoulder, and he murmurs about how well you take him, how good you look on camera, how he can't believe he's never brought you on before.

camboy!sukuna has you cumming over and over again until you're dizzy and can't take any more. even then, he doesn't stop. he just keeps fucking his seed deeper into you. you're an overstimulated mess of tears and wet release, and he just might be in love.

camboy!sukuna who's looking at you with heart-eyes at the end, brushing hair out of your face, making sure you're okay. his fans realize he's completely smitten before he even does.

[minnymocha]

🜼 ⋆ you missed your mark during rehearsal, now ballet coach!geto needs to fuck you back in line. — ballerina!reader

“you think that little twirl was good enough to get cast?”

his voice is low and sharp like the snap of a leather strap. the door slams behind you. your sweat-soaked tights are still halfway down your thighs when he grabs you by the back of the neck and shoves you against the lockers.

“arms were sloppy. toes weren’t pointed. and you had the nerve to look smug about it,” he hisses into your ear, crowding you in. you’re panting—still flushed from rehearsal, tights sticking to your skin, leotard twisted up over your ass.

then you feel it, how his cock, already hard, is already dragging through the slick mess between your legs as he lines himself up.

“you wanna act like a clumsy whore on stage?” he growls, fist tangled in your bun, yanking your head back. “then i’ll fuck you like one.”

he doesn’t warn you. doesn’t even give you time to breathe. just drives in, one brutal thrust, cock thick and unforgiving, splitting your soaked, clenching pussy open with a wet slap of skin on skin.

you cry out raw, breath hitching, back arching as he bottoms out deep and mean.

his hand slams across your mouth instantly.

“no. shut up. you don’t get to scream,” he snarls. “if anyone hears you, you’ll be off the team. i’ll tell them how you begged for it.”

he fucks into you without rhythm. just deep, punishing thrusts that grind against your cervix. your legs are shaking, one foot still in your pointe shoe, the other barely holding you upright as your body’s bounced forward into the lockers again and again.

clank. clank. clank.

the metal rattles with every thrust.

“look at you,” he spits, pulling back just to slam in harder—watching your back curve like a ribbon, ass bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock. “you think you’re some kind of prodigy? you can’t even hold a line unless i’ve got you bent over and stuffed full.”

his fingers dig into your hips, bruising them, using you like nothing more than a tight, wet toy. your thighs are slick with your own arousal, his cock gliding in and out with filthy, obscene sounds that echo off the tile walls.

you try to brace yourself on the locker door. he shoves it shut with your face and that’s when you realize he’s mad mad.

“don’t touch anything. hands behind your back. like a fucking ballerina you’re trained to be.”

you obey, arms trembling, breath stuttering through your nose as your eyes roll back. he’s so deep, thick cock dragging against every nerve, splitting you open again and again like you’re his personal fuckdoll. because you are.

his hand slips around to your front, two fingers tapping your clit lazily.

“you gonna cum, little dancer?” he says mockingly. “gonna cream all over your coach’s cock like a useless little cumrag?”

you whimper under his palm, body locking up, pussy fluttering as you cum hard around him—squelching, messy, drooling down his shaft. he groans—more annoyed than pleased—and fucks through your orgasm like it’s an inconvenience.

“don’t slow down. if you’re tired, maybe you should’ve practiced harder.”

he fucks you through the comedown, through the overstimulation, through the ache, until your knees buckle and he still doesn’t let up.

when he cums, he presses you flat to the locker, filling you to the brim. warm, thick, and too much. he stays buried to the hilt, fingers bruising your waist.

“next time you fuck up my choreography,” he pants into your ear, still pulsing inside you, “i’ll fuck you in front of the whole goddamn company.”

he pulls out with a wet, humiliating squelch. cum drips down your thighs.

“clean yourself up. practice starts again in ten.”

[minnymocha]

ᓚᘏᗢ ⦂ your boyfriend is not home, that’s the perfect opportunity for his dad to eat your cunt. — likes & reblogs are appreciated!

his tongue is deep in your cunt.

nanami is not teasing. he’s not licking pretty along the outside. he’s got you open, one hand anchoring your thigh against the bed, the other wrapped tight around your hip. and he’s fucking you with his tongue proud.

you don’t know how long he’s been down there. you lost track of time somewhere between your second orgasm and the wet sound of him moaning into you like he’s starving.

his nose nudges your clit every time he thrusts in. you twitch. whimper. try to move, but he just presses you down like you’re not going anywhere until he’s satisfied.

“stay still,” he mutters into your cunt, voice low and rough, hot breath washing over your slick folds. “you keep running and i’ll just have to start over.”

you whimper again, because you can’t stay still, not when he’s curling his tongue like that, not when your pussy’s so wet it’s dripping down his chin.

his mouth is slow but deep, maddening. he fucks into you with thick, measured strokes, tongue dragging along your walls like he’s tasting for something specific.

you gasp sharp when he flattens his tongue inside you and grinds his face up against your clit, letting your cunt pulse around his mouth while he hums low, satisfied.

“tight little hole,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to spit down onto your pussy before diving in again. “sloppy already.”

your legs tremble, one hooked over his shoulder, the other spread wide and shaking by the edge of the bed, toes curling against the mattress.

you’re soaked. soaked. the kind of wet that’s messy, pornographic, shameful. the kind of wet that makes his brows furrow and his eyes flick up to yours, just once.

“you need more?” he asks, voice flat but not unkind. more like he’s taking inventory. like your body is his to manage.

you nod fast, embarrassingly needy and barely able to speak.

“use your words.”

“yes,” you pant. “more, please—fuck, don’t stop—”

he doesn’t. he doesn’t even blink.

his fingers come up, sliding into the mess of your folds, spreading you open while his tongue pushes back in. two fingers press down just above your clit while he tongues you harder, deeper, face flushed against the slick mess of you.

you can feel it building tight in you. it’s so sharp and knotted, like something’s going to snap and nanami knows. of course he knows. he’s too precise not to.

he shifts his grip, presses two fingers to your clit in slow, heavy circles while he tongue-fucks you through the slickest, most humiliating orgasm of your life.

your back arches. thighs shake. your mouth falls open and nothing comes out but a broken little cry as your cunt clenches around his tongue and gushes wet down his chin.

and he doesn’t stop.

not until you’re twitching, boneless, soaked and spent under his mouth. not until he’s sure you’ve felt everything.

he finally pulls back, breath steady, eyes dark.

wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he calmly adjusts his watch. and that’s when you realize.

you’re dating the wrong blood line.

[minnymocha]

Toji who likes getting his dick wet in your pussy after a long week of work.

He’s been constant (for once) with keeping his blue collar job.

He used to drop it when it annoyed him, or switch between the blue collar jobs and… let’s call it freelancing. But that wasn’t an option anymore. Not since you had Megumi. He didn’t need any excuses not to keep the two of you safe and if that meant dropping the thing he had been good at since he was 18, so be it.

But it was tough, there were bills to be paid, essentials to be bought. You going back to work? Wasn’t a fucking option. Not now atleast, when you’d been trying for a baby for ages. You wanted to be there atleast till the kid was 3 and Toji swore on his life he’d make it happen. So he worked his way up, got a better job, longer hours, extra shifts— and he was exhausted at the end of the week.

But he knows when he gets home by 6 on Friday evenings, Megumi is already down for the night, the bath is hot for him and there’s two hot and ready meals waiting for him to gobble up.

And that’s exactly what Toji does.

Eats at your pussy right on the living room floor, legs spread wide open, your own hand covering your mouth as he devours you whole. You fingers run through his jet black hair, tugging him further into your soaked pussy lips, making him groan. One hand coming down to smack your swollen clit, and he doesn’t stop, aching for you to squirt. Make a mess all over his face because he’s been dying for it. Watching you in the early mornings with hungry eyes.

“Come on baby, give it to me.” He grunts, sinking his tongue in and out your awaiting hole. Your hips buck on his face, inner walls pulsing as you cum, mewling his name, drenching his face ever so beautifully.

He can’t help the smirk that forms on his lips, he just knows you’ll be embarrassed when you come to. You’ll make the cutest shy face that Toji wants to tattoo on his side.

But your brown eyes are glazed over, lips pursed, you let out a whine while reaching for his almost painful pulsing cock, its hangs with every moment, wide and veiny. You whimper, “Toji, please.”

Toji curses, running his cock through the folds of your soaked pussy, clicking his tongue, “Don’t think with your fuckin cunt, mama, Christ.”

But it’s enough to give you what you want— what you’ve both been needing after a long and tiring week.

Toji sinks into you with a string of curses, inch by inch, deep. His tip beautifully touching your cervix, it makes you feel like you could choke by how wide he stretches you. And you wrap around Toji so warmly. It sends a shiver down his spine, he could almost cum just from being inside your tight walls.

“Fuck me, that’s the shit I’m talkin about.”

He could almost applaud you, praise you in how you have the best pussy known to man, so he does just that. Giving you the most delicious sledgehammering thrusts he can, rolling his hips into yours.

“Fu- oh my Goood!” You keen, head hitting the carpet. So much for trying to hide your moans. Pray your child doesn’t wake up.

“Heh, You should be calling out to me pretty girl, you know better.”

The bastard, doesn’t let up though. slamming into you velvety walls with every smack of your thighs, pussy clinging on his length for dear life. You scratch at his back, making him groan, pulling you closer into his arms so that your chest to chest. Toji nibbles and sucks at the flesh of your neck, hes more than unthinking at this point, Erratically fucking into you, his red tip bruising your cervix.

“Damn, hah- fuck me baby.” He moans, spurts of cum reaching deep into you. Making sure you’re more than coated with him on your pussy walls. But he bucks his hips, slaps your ass a few times till your unravel around him. Soaking him to his balls.

It’s the perfect way to end off the week.

a/n: yeah toji, omg I need him really bad.