𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

single dad!ran who stares you down head to toe, wondering if you're a good enough babysitter for his four-year old daughter. he doesn't say a word as he judges your appearance and posture. the silence is intimidating. one wrong move and you're fired before you even get the job. luckily for you, a small nod from the older man chases all your worries away.

single dad!ran who sneaks a peak every one in a while, curious as to why his little girl giggles whenever you come around. he doesn't get what's funny, but his heart warms a little when he catches the slightest smile from you as you look at his daughter. maybe you're not as bad as the others, he thinks.

single dad!ran who chuckles at the sight of you and his little girl sprawled out on the floor of the living room in the middle of the night with colouring books strewn all over, packets of snacks opened, and a smile on his daughter's face as she sleeps soundly in your arms.

single dad!ran who watches from the living room as you twirl around in your sundress, dancing in the kitchen with his daughter. he's convinced that at this point, you're a natural at taking care of kids, especially his.

single dad!ran who finally has the courage to press his lips onto yours while your back is against the wall. to your surprise, his kisses are gentle and his lips are soft. he's nowhere near as rough or ferocious as you imagined him to be. "fuck. i've waited so long for this," muttering under his breath as his large hands roam your body, squeezing your ass and breasts as if he were frustrated.

single dad!ran who pushes your head down into the pillows as he ploughs into you from behind, muffling the sound of your moans and cries. it's embarrassing, really. the way you scream daddy! shamelessly while his daughter sleeps soundly in the room right next to his. "you'd really make a perfect mommy huh," he smiles as he pumps you full of his cum for the nth time tonight.

How he fucks … ft. Monkey D. Luffy

cw

smut, breeding kink (if you squint), size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up 🤨), use of the word captain as a title, femme bodied reader, and most likely ooc Luffy.

Summary

Luffy always does and gets what he wants, how does that translate into bed with you?

Minors DNI, 18+ only !

His body is so hot and warm between your legs. His strong torso practically shoving his girthy cock in your tiny hole. You never think all of him will fit in you, but he makes it work each time.

He loves fucking you raw just to feel the way your walls suffocate his fat dick, trying to take all of him in. “Knew you could take it baby” is all he offers as praise, giving you sloppy kisses while still throbbing inside you.

He can’t stop staring at where your bodies connect, causing your face to heat up. Luffys admiring the bulge in your stomach that forms with each hard jab at your cervix. “Woah is that me in you?” He admires while placing a hand down overtop the obvious bulge in your stomach.

You can’t stop watching him though, there’s something so pornagraphic in the way he pounds your pussy raw. He’s truly in love with the feeling of hearing his balls slap against your ass, pussy tight around his aching dick. Luffys dirty talk consists about what he’s feeling in the moment. Prone to, “so good, so warm” “pussy made perfect for me, perfect for your captain.” The way you’re whining and preening for him to be closer to you adds to his need.

He loves splitting you open on your back just so he can rut his hips even deeper into you, groaning with each thrust. When you grab onto him though is when he truly loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls.

He has no control of himself, pushing you both towards your peaks. He’s practically got all his weight on top of you, angling his hips to rub against your clit so deliciously.

Luffy loves to fuck you hard, craving the feeling of your frame under him. He loves giving it to you rough because he knows you can take it.

Watching you take everything he can give you makes his heart (and his dick) swell with pride, especially watching the faces you make. How it scrunches up when he’s merciless or the way it relaxes when he’s fucking you with just his tip, sliding in and out of your slit.

You’re squirming on his cock while he pounds into you with no mercy, luffy grabs you by your cheeks with one hand. Making you make direct eye contact with his half lidded eyes. “Gonna make you take all of me”.. he’s murmuring to himself but it’s directed at you. “Gotta fill this pretty pussy up.. to the brim” he punctuates with a rather harsh thrust. Your pussy creams at his dirty words and clamps down around him, body giving into lust.

You feel yourself entering your orgasm but you can’t do it without him, you need all of him. When he feels your little frame wrap itself tight around him, pulling his hips impossibly deeper into your warm cunt he tries not to cum on the spot. Groaning and moaning in your ear like a man who hasn’t fucked for days on end.

“Ah fuckkkk, gonna fill you up so good” he says while raising his broad chest off you. He repositions himself to putting all his weight on your hips. Effectively locking you in place against the mattress. His full toned body and deep v cut prominent as he swivels his hips.

Taking no breaks his pace starts slow down, letting your tight cunt milk him through those shallow slow strokes.

Your tiny pussy no more than a sex toy for him to move around as he pleases. He thinks his balls are going to explode at the rate you’re fluttering around him, soaking his thighs.

That is until he’s pounding into you, he fucks your cunt like he hates you. Truthfully your pussy just feels so good he can’t control himself. He’s too impatient. Filling your weeping hole up to the brim with his seed. You cum just from feeling him twitch inside you from how hard he came :( he’s such a good boyfriend, always filling you up just how you both like it. He’s not satisfied unless he sees his seed spilling out of you.

If you’re lucky and the captains in a good mood, he might just clean you up (with his tongue).

Relaxant

K. Sakusa

Pairing: TIMESKIP!Kiyoomi Sakusa x f!reader

Summary: You help your roommate relax.

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Oral Sex (m.receiving) Angry Sakusa,

*this is like a year old and I really love Sakusa, so I thought to post on here

Sakusa was furious.

You two were roommates, and he had made sure you were aware of his hatred for germs. Which is why he begged you not to go to the party. But you still did, not wanting to miss out on the fun.

When he noticed you were gone, he immediately knew where you had gone, and picked you up. He dragged you back to the apartment, which brought you to this position, he was yelling at you and treating you like a child.

He was walking in circles, yelling while you watched amusingly on the couch.

“It’s not that big of a deal Omi, relax.” You told him, patting the space next to you. He didn’t listen and continued ranting.

After a few more minutes of ranting, you stood up and dragged him and forced him to sit on the couch.

“I’ll help you relax.” You said, as you got on your knees.

Sakusa watched as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, along with his trousers. His dick sprung out, and his size surprised you. You grabbed it and pumped it slowly. Your thumb swiped over his slit, spreading the pre-cum.

You spit on his dick, to see what form of his reaction it would cause, but to your surprise he did nothing. You lowered your mouth and licked the tip, which caused him to grunt. You did this a couple more times before bobbing your head.

You tried to fit it all in your mouth, but you gagged since it was too big. Instead of trying again, you took your hand and started stroking the parts you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You took his dick out of your mouth, which made a pop sound. You decided to use your tongue more so you dragged it around the base until it met the tip, which you swirl your tongue around before putting the dick back in your mouth.

As you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, you had the great idea to look up to see if Sakusa was enjoying it. You looked up, and to your surprise his head was tilted back, and his left hand was on his mouth, trying to silence himself. You kept looking at him, as you kept bobbing your head.

He finally looked down at you, and he removed the hand from his mouth, revealing a smirk on his face. He took that same hand and started pushing your head down, making you gag.

“Such a nasty girl.” He continued pushing your head down, “Your mouth feels so good.”

He finally let go after you looked back down and let you do your thing. You took your hand and cupped his balls, which made him let out a low moan. Once again, you used your free hand to stroke the parts you couldn’t reach.

“Fuck keep doing that-” He groaned. And you knew what that meant, he was about to come.

You felt Sakusa twitch in your mouth and not too long after, Sakusa let out a moan followed by him shooting his cum in your mouth. You pulled him out of your mouth and he grabbed your chin, tilting it up making you look at him.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded and you did, showing him his cum. He spit in your mouth, which turned you on even more.

“Such a nasty girl, swallow my cum and my spit.” You did as you were told and swallowed it, which earned you a pat on your head.

“You know, I usually don’t like nasty stuff or people, but for you I’ll make an exception.” He stood up and pulled his pants back up. You also stood up from the uncomfortable position and sat down on the couch. You stared at him as he walked to the kitchen to prepare himself a glass of water.

“And you were right, that definitely did help me relax.” He spoke as he poured the water into the glass. You stared at him, patiently waiting for him to come back.

You expected something in return. He put down the empty glass, and grabbed his keys that were on the counter. You cocked an eyebrow, confused about what he was doing.

“Where are you going?” You asked and he chuckled.

“I have to take care of some business, why? Did you expect something in return?” He scoffed and you nodded in shame, looking at your lap. He walked over to you and grabbed your chin, to make you look at him.

“Disobedient girls don’t get rewards.” He smirked before pecking your lips. Shortly after he left the apartment.

| Curiosity killed the cat |

{Muzan x F!reader}

{part two here}

summary: Humans are weak, feeble and imperfect. And yet, you somehow caught the attention of a very powerful, albeit lonely, demon lord.

warnings: hints at an illness/ weak body, slight yandere muzan?

A/N: SORRYYYY!!! I haven’t been writing much but I have exams and stuff... anyways!!! my love for this demon is incomprehensible <3

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The pale moonlight shown brightly from above. Illuminating the path in which you were to take home. You grumbled as you tidied away the objects of your stall, even a simple task such as this proved difficult in your feeble state.

Sighing your head turned in the direction of your family home, only your path was obstructed by the shadow of a threatening presence. You smiled and called out the man, querying if he had any needs you could fulfil. The man appeared uninterested and frankly bored with you. However, he turned to face you when he finally decided to reply.

“What’s a girl doing out alone at night? Aren’t you aware of the predators that lurk in the shadows?”

His questions hindered no ill will, simply driven by a burning curiosity. His ruby eyes bore into you with such a passion you could swear it be hunger.

You smiled gently gesturing to the objects you had yet to pack away into the basket you were to carry home. See you were the eldest of three girls, with no men to support the family you were forced to do so alone while your sisters learned the proper etiquette of becoming a full fledged women.

There was much expected from you, with the passing of your father a few years ago your world had been turned upside down. You were expected to dress, act and speak properly. You were expected to carry out the roles of a future lady to be. However, you were expected to run your family’s sides business. You were expected to carry out the hard manual labour of what should have been left to a son or a worker. But with you family left without a man to aid your family you were forced to take the reigns.

When you spoke again your voice was an octave lower and tone a little more cautious. You held up a small bag, roughly the size of a purse and pointed to it with the same gentle smile gracing your lips.

“My grandmother used to tell me stories of demons that preyed in the night, she always forced me to carry this little bag of wisteria.”

You could’ve sworn in the moment that you held up the bag the man before you physically flinched. His plum red eyes narrowed in disgust as he scrunched up his nose. But, before you could begin to process his change in demeanour he suddenly returned to his former stoic self.

“A pretty, young human girl such as yourself best head your grandmother’s words.”

He informed you, eyes nervously darting between yourself and the sashay of wisteria. The way in which he spoke would have made any normal person question whether or not he was even human. He spoke to you like he was from an entirely different species and yet you weren’t afraid.

In fact you were intrigued. Your mind chose to focus on his compliment. Pretty. A blush crept up your neck and flooded it’s way onto your cheeks. You could only pray that the dim light from the moon disguised your blush, even if just slightly.

The man before you observed your change. His eyes were sharp, the blush tainting your delicate features did not go unnoticed. Neither did the quiet fidgeting of thumbs. He scrutinised you, practically watching the cogs turn in your head as you processed his words, figuring out how to respond.

As much as his curiosity drove him to stay and query you more he had more important things that he ought to be complying to. With a slight nod of his head and a gentle bid farewell he marched on his way, determined to leave behind this feeble girl and his curiosity.

That was before he heard the gentle call of the girl once more.

You jogged up to meet him, a quiet pant leaving your lips. A simple task such as jogging after a stranger had you spent. You truly questioned how you could last much longer with growing responsibilities and in such a weakened state.

“I just... wanted to... give you this.”

You managed to let out in between quiet pants. The man shifted until his body was completely facing you. Once his attention was on you, you gestured to his hair.

“May I?”

He watched your closed palm shift closer to him. Obliging, silently, he lowered his head so that you could reach up towards him. He was unsure in that moment why he simply silently obliged to a human yet he could not help it.

You pulled away and gleamed brightly. “Ta-da!” You cheered ever so slightly. For in his hair you had clipped back a red spider lily pin, the perfect shade that matched his eyes.

He opened his mouth to not only question your actions but to scrutinise you for daring to do such a thing when you spoke first.

“It’s free of charge by the way... you see the red reminded me of your eyes and they just...”

You trailed off, awaiting a sign to continue. When he raised an eyebrow in response you continued.

“They’re so perfect.”

You concluded. At that he froze. Not once had he ever been referred to as perfection. It was the one thing the man strove for in his entire existence and yet no one ever complimented him on it. He didn’t believe he was perfection not until he had conquered his desire to set foot in the sun, however, he you were some lowly human defining something of his to be perfection. It certainly made his chest swell in pride. Clearing his throat he begun.

“This was... a king gesture. But I must be on my way.”

He turned once more when you called out to him one last time.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name!”

“Muzan. Muzan Kibutsuji.”

- - -

{Bonus}

Muzan sat at his throne in the infinity fortress. Twisting and twirling the hair pin you had given him. It had been several months since he’d seen you and yet not once had he stopped playing that night in his mind.

An unknown desire of curiosity filled him and he longed to have you as his own. He let out a frustrated sigh and mumbled to himself.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

{part two here}

I need more of cowgirl reader and Toji ksjsnjsbs

What if he knocks her up for good +#-#+

cow girl reader and toji fic

TW: cow hybrid, pregnant

Hmm…I think both toji and cow girl will be happy about this👀❤️ Not sure if this is what you want to read…but I wrote something sweet<3

That day, you got up from your master's bed. Since you watched TV and played games for so long yesterday (Toji wanted to scold you, but watching this precious calf seriously grab the game controller and play some stupid racing game, he decided to spoil you a little bit), Toji allows you to get the sleep you need. So you wake up in the afternoon. You rubbed your sleepy eyes, cow's tail wagging. "moo…"

Toji frowned, pinching your face, "It's time to eat."

You chew obediently, and your cheeks puff out because the vegetables. After eating a little, a nauseous feeling rushes up so much that you run to the bathroom. Toji realizes what's going on - he doesn't use any birth control, so he expects you to get pregnant one day. With tears still hanging from your little eyelashes, Toji checked you with a pregnancy test, which showed you were pregnant. He lifts you up with a smile, then gently puts you down.

Toji had to explain the pregnancy to you - but you accepted it faster than he thought. You fondly stroke your belly. And he takes care of you more carefully than ever before, basically not letting you do anything on your own. He takes you to the hospital for a pregnancy check-up, renovates a baby room, and buys some baby clothes with you. The weirdest thing Toji thinks is that you picked a cute baby cow jumpsuit - he means, the two of you will obviously have a real baby cow.

Hold me for a bit longer

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Description: Being the wife of a pro hero is no easy feat— being the pregnant wife of a pro hero makes things much harder. With a baby belly so big you can only waddle as you walk, Shota decides to take some of the weight into his own hands in hopes of providing some relief.

Warnings: established relationship, pregnancy, mentions of sickness

Word count: 1,506

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The concept of life, the fragility of it, never seemed to fully sink it for Shota. As a hero who’s witnessed more disasters and catastrophes than he’d like to recount, he understands well the value of a single life, but he never truly understood how precious it is.

His eyes burned with a need of sleep that had been chasing him for the entire week, slowly wearing him down until he was sure he was a mere second away from falling asleep on the couch. His heart ached to see you. He’d just arrived from his night patrol and simply wanted to catch sight of the treasure he calls his lover.

You walked out of your shared room, recently showered and sporting one of his shirts over your figure. His heart almost seized at the sight. He couldn’t help the adoring smile that pulled at his lips. His shirt, which usually swallowed you whole, now hung over the top of your growing belly.

Shota hauled himself off the couch, dragging his feet over wooden floors until you were within his reach. Tired, sore eyes twinkled with the purest forms of love as he basked in the sight of you. One hand on your jaw, the other clinging to your fingers, he smiled tenderly as you leaned into his touch.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he gazed into those sweet hues of yours, memorizing each twinkle of light caught in your eyes. “How are you?” He murmured, tender and warm.

You sighed, smiling at the warmth of his touch. “Tired,” Gently, you pulled him in just enough to plant a soft pressing of your lips on his cheekbone, right over the scar that ran over his skin. “I missed you today—” As if on cue, you winced slightly, putting a hand over your swollen belly. “We missed you today,” you corrected with a soft laugh.

A sense of adoration softened the sharp lines of your lover’s eyes, his lips turned up in a shy smile. He carefully got on his knees, as if he were scared of spooking the baby within you, and cupped the sides of your belly tenderly. “I missed you, too, kid,” His voice was a whisper, the words gentle and soft. “You’ve been good to your mom?”

You winced again but bit back a smile at the look of astonishment that sparkled in your husband’s eyes as the baby kicked right where his hand was pressed. It’s like this every time. The tiny treasure growing within you always seemed to know when their dad was speaking to them. Shota's eyes always glistened with something akin to wonder and joy whenever the baby reacted to him. It was one of the most precious things you’ve witnessed.

As the baby shifted and continued to kick around, you sighed, letting yourself lean against the wall behind you for support. Shota looked up, concern washing over his features as your face twisted in pain. “Everything alright, angel?”

A single stiff nod was his only reply as you took in deep breaths. Finally, you gave a tired smile. “Yeah, yeah,” Once his fingers were once again locked around your own again, you gave what was meant to be a reassuring squeeze, but turned out to be a hand-crushing grip. “Baby's just getting a bit too big to be moving around this much.”

He watched with a frown as you rolled your shoulders back, adjusting your posture in a vain attempt of finding comfort. Shota had to admit, he didn’t understand how you could walk— well, waddle— with such a swollen belly in the way. He now had to help you get out of bed, hold your hand to help you sit down— he even learned how to paint your toenails now that you couldn’t do it on your own. Never in a million years would he ever complain about small details such as these— he adores doing whatever it takes to keep you happy— but he wasn’t blind to how tired and uncomfortable you grew as your belly continued to swell.

A frown settled on his lips as he looked back at your belly. “Is there anything you need?” He rose to his feet, reassuringly squeezing your hand.

You smiled at his concern, pulling his hand to your lips so you could plant a kiss over his knuckles. “I need this baby out of me,” You only half-joked, remembering you still had at least two more months until your due date. “My back is killing me.”

Shota watched as you once again tried to roll your shoulders back in an attempt to alleviate the aches pf your back, frowning at the look of discomfort that twisted your face. His heart ached for you. The process of seeing your body change over the months has been somewhat bittersweet. The joy of knowing a new member of your family will finally be in his arms makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter, but the bouts of sickness and discomfort that wrack your body flood him with concern.

With lips pulled into a thin line, he toyed around with a thought that swirled around his mind. His hands trailed up to the apples of your cheeks, cupping the sides of your face gently as he searched your gaze. Voice low, he asked, “May I try something?”

Curiosity flashed in your eyes as you leaned into his touch. You turned your face to the side, kissing the palm of his hand with ghostly pressings of your lips. A sigh escaped your lips. “Yeah,”

Shota pulled you away from the wall you leaned on and moved so he was standing behind you. His arms wrapped around you, allowing for his hands to gently cup the bottom of your belly. “Lean into me,” He whispered into your ear, huffing a breath of amusement at your confused expression. “Trust me. Lean back.”

Following his order, you pressed your back to his chest, relaxing into the warmth of his body. “What now?”

His thumbs caressed your belly tenderly. “Take a deep breath.” Once he felt the steady rise of your chest, he slowly and carefully took the weight of your growing baby into his own hands, lifting your belly gently and releasing the pressure from your aching bones. He smiled at the sigh of relief that flew past your lips. “Does this help?”

With your head falling back on his shoulder, you peered up at him with adoration twinkling in your eyes. Shota's heart fluttered. “I love you so much.” A hushed breath carried your voice through the cracks of his heart, giving way for warmth to bloom in his chest as heat rose to his cheeks.

He kissed the top of your head before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Maybe that’ll help him hide how flustered he truly is. His hands continued to hold the weight of the life growing within you, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over the skin of your belly. “I love you, too,” The baby kicked at one of his hands, right on cue. “Yeah, I love you, too, kid.” Shota looked over your shoulder, down at the swollen belly in his hands. He smiled. “They’re heavy.”

You snickered. “I know.”

Shota released a breath of wonder, letting his chin rest over your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

A bright smile tugged at your lips. “So much better,” Your body sunk further into your lover’s. “I really needed this. Thank you.”

Your husband hummed. “Let me know where you’re ready for me to let go.”

Immediately, your hands latched onto his, almost holding on for dear life. “Please,” Your voice was urgent, tight with a plead. “Not yet. Just… hold me for a bit longer.”

Shota's smile grew. His lips caught the side of your face in a gentle kiss. His hands never wavered or strayed away. “Okay,” he breathed. “I’ve got you.”

His heart was light. The weight of your growing baby in his hands made his heart swell with excitement. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, with your back pressed against him and your swollen belly resting in his hands, but he isn’t in a hurry to pull away. Tears welled in his eyes, clinging to his lashes before dropping onto his cheeks. He once again hid by the crook of your neck, breathing shakily as your hands cupped his, joining him in the efforts of holding your belly.

Shota was only starting to understand how precious life was. He still had so much to learn— so much love to give. But right at that moment, he realized he was living in a moment in time he never believed could belong to him. The weight of the unborn creation of your love on his hands made this so much more real to him.

He has a family. His family is growing.

And he knew that, no matter what, he’d keep the treasures of his heart far from the dangers of this world.

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🏷 Aizawa Shota taglist:

@runaowo @beecca9 @bandaidfaerie @zawasleepingbag @retaaschilling @rvgrsbrns @samx-jpeg @girl_lost_not_found @sir-knight-slytherdor @justheretoaskandread @andrastesbeard @yaskna @izukus-gf

Crew, how do you feel about Shinichiro and his raging baby fever every time he comes home from visiting Wakasa & his partner and their baby? ☹️

warnings| breeding, cream pie, sex, choking, mentions of babies, shinichiro holding a child for like two seconds, he’s a little unhinged in this, uhm dirty talk?

notes| okay, like high key I wanted to slap this in the sins of the father au but imma do that with another shin fic, I’m also half asleep and as usual this is unedited.

Shinichiro is not the one wearing the proverbial pants in this relationship. He’s not the decision making head of the household. He doesn’t manage the finances and you know, the whole shebang.

And it’s not because he can’t. It’s not because he wouldn’t like to be doing all of this. It’s because he likes it when you’re bossy. When you’re in charge and spending all of his hard earned money on man again the house and keeping your lives together.

You also have a plan. You’re not like an expert planner or anything of the sort. You just came into his life, gathered the tattered ends of it and fixed it. And he has continued to let you keep those ends nice and tidy. He pays you in unconditional love and exorbitant direct deposits into your shared accounts.

Now, in this plan…children are a few years down the line. At least two or three years after marriage which isn’t for at least another year if he’s got his math correct.

By not wearing the proverbial pants he has subscribed himself to those plans of yours. And he intends to stick to them unless you don’t want to in which case all bets are off.

And he enters Wakasa’s home with this information already ingrained in him. He’s expecting to get in, congratulate the happy couple, give the runt a kiss on the forehead and dip.

He’s not expecting his head to implode the second Wakasa’s partner lays the baby in your arms. His brain short circuits entirely. In fact, he’s not even sure he’s had a single coherent thought since then. And the way you’d held the little boy and cooed down at them like they were the most precious thing in the world; he’s fucked.

You waddle over to him and ask if he wants to hold the baby and he must make some affirmative sound because you gently lay the baby in his arms. One look at the squirming little thing and Shinichiro’s control snaps as though it weren’t made of the same iron they use to make chains that hold ship anchors. It snaps like it were floss.

He’s hurrying you out of the house. Wakasa eyeing him knowingly, reassuring his partner that Shinichiro has something important to do.

And he does.

“A baby,” he blurts when he gets inside your home and pins you to the front door. “We should have one.”

You stare blankly at him for a few seconds. Irritated that he dragged you home at all. “What?”

He’s not a man of enough words. Here lies his opportunity to explain himself. Instead he kisses you soundly. Until you’re both out of breath. He tugs and coxes your clothes from you. Only the honking of the neighbour’s horn makes you jump apart. Reminds you that you’re standing at the front door.

You’re flabbergasted.

Who the fuck is this man that just hoisted you, bare as the day you were born, over his shoulder. He lands a smack to your ass before he lowers you to the bed. He’s shirtless, his jeans hanging open and the elastic of his Calvin’s lowered on one side to expose one delicate, tatted hipbone.

You don’t have time to admire the art work covering his chest. Or the way his muscles shift and bunch. Or the metal bar through his left nipple as he ducks to devour your mouth. There’s something urging you to stop him. To press your palms against his stomach and push him off. But the contact only spurs him on and your hard end up tangled in his hair, the heels of your feet helping his pants lower to just enough that he can work his cock free.

“Wanna put a baby in you,” he slurs and a neon dance sign goes off in your head. The bulbs of which promptly blow when he lifts one leg to get better access to your center and then, with a gentle thrust he enters you. He’s still hovering just above your face. You’re sharing the same air, your low skimming each time you take a breath. Your eyes cross. Whether from the sensation of Shinichiro’s cock burrowing deep inside you or from you trying to see his face you don’t know but your visions blurs and your body begins to tremble.

His pace is asinine. This person fucking you is not your boyfriend. It can’t be. You have a fleeting thought about possession before you’re scrambling to hold onto his shoulders, nails dragging along his fresh as he folds you. His fingers cup your ass from beneath to give him leverage. And your faces are so close, your mouths right there.

When you kiss him his pace stutters. The sound that leaves him is pained. Or maybe it leaves you. But suddenly his pace is slower, his hands sliding to beneath your shoulders to hold you closer to him. His tongue lapping and teasing at your mouth. Dipping in and out in a jerky version of the way he’s fucking into you.

The sounds filling your bedroom are obscene. Between the wet sound of your losing and the incessant smacking of his thighs against yours you’re almost embarrassed.

There’s a desperation to the way he’s fucking you. To his half mumbled sentences about him wanting a child.

“A baby right here,” he breathes against the back of your neck. He’s flipped you, barely acknowledging that he’s filled your cunt with his thick cum and it’s making a mess in the bed. Your walls still flutter with the after shocks of your own orgasm as he sinks his still hard cock into you from behind. You’re flattened to the bed, his thighs cradling yours, and his fingers tangled in yours as he rolls his cock in and out, in and out.

You’re sweaty and sticky and a little delirious fork how deep he’s getting. You’re only seeing through one eye because the spot in you his cock hits is directly connected to that other eye and it twitches so hard you can’t open it. You’re a mess. And Shinichiro is enjoying himself. Some part of your mind has accepted that you’re coming out of this with a child. And that part of your brain urges you to fuck back on him.

He freezes, sitting up on his knees and helping you to yours. He’s still buried deep but this angle allows him the visual of his lower stomach, covered in semi translucent liquid and sweat, the muscles of his abs contracting harshly when you pull off his cock, leaving the viscous evidence of your arousal along its length and the push yourself back, your pussy making a lewd sucking noise that makes him dizzy.

His mouth is parted in awe, his eyes are watering and his hands shake as he cups your hips, let’s you control the pace. He imagines the hundreds of other ways he’s going to fuck you. Just for a single moment he thinks ‘I’ll slow down, I’ll make love to them’ and then you moan—

“Want you to put a baby in me.”

He loves so fast you’re unprepared. Long fingers wrap around your throat from the front, they drag you up into a kneeling position that forces Shinichiro’s cock so deep in you you see stars. You’re orgasming as he wraps his other arm around your waist and bounces you on his cock.

“How many do you want?” He pants. “I want four,” he groans. His lips brush your ear as he speaks, sending goosebumps skittering along your skin. “Maybe five hm? Wanna see you round and swollen and pretty with my baby inside of you.”

“Oh yes,” you babble. Agreeing to have as many babies as he wants is the nail in your coffin. He bites your ear harshly before pressing your face into the mattress. Getting up on his feet and ramming you from above. The angle makes you insane.

A wild, broken sound escapes you. And Shinichiro honest to God growls. Growls. The orgasm that crashes into you makes you collapse. You’re gasping for air. Huge gulps as Shinichiro goes down on top of you, and fucks you to his own orgasm.

Later when you’ve gathered whatever brain cells are left you squint at him from the other end of the bath tube as he rubs your feet and presses gentle kisses onto each toe.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

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𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @dejwrites 𝘝𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘌𝘙𝘚.𝘊𝘖𝘔 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣.

⠀⠀⠀𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲!𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘅 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆!𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

⠀⠀⠀𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦?

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𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙀𝙓. 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥─𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭…𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵), 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬.. 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙢? 𝘪𝘥𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘬? 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 2𝙠. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙤3 ♡ 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠. 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘋𝘕𝘐.

You never expected to find yourself in this position right now—something you had already thought of countless times. A noble vampire beneath you as you’re riding his dick while your blood is in a glass that he sips pleasurably. Crowley Eusford. The guilty pleasure that you can’t seem to get enough of. How did you get into this position? Long story short. You exchanged your blood—and pussy, to protect your friends from harm. From the moment he saw you, he became obsessed. The sweet scent of your blood trailed an aroma he had never smelled before. To him, you were unique. Although he retained a sense of calmness, Crowley made it no secret how badly he craved a human such as yourself. He just knew you would taste good. Your natural beauty was enough evidence. And now, as he sat comfortably, watching soft moans escape your pretty two-toned lips, he couldn’t be more pleased.

You bounced on his cock at a rhythmic pace as you gazed maliciously at those scarlet eyes. You hated vampires. You hated Crowley, but your pussy couldn’t go another day without being stuffed by his length. It didn’t help that he was quite handsome, too. How his pale skin flushed heat, eyes locking on you while you were above him. That sexy broad chest your hands rested on to balance. His red bangs stuck to his forehead, coated with beads of sweat. He was fucking hell. And although you felt guilty for your current actions, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t feel like you were on cloud nine. After many occasions of having sex, Crowley’s size was something you still had to adjust to. He was big. A little too big. However, you had no complaints while feeling his veiny dick imprint your insides.

The office was filled with sounds of your ass smacking against his skin. Your essences dripped between your thighs and his balls. Your pride refused to further allow him to hear your shrieks of ecstasy, so you nipped on your bottom lip to bite back your moans. He chuckled, thinking how stubborn you were being. Crowley knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was. How your wet pussy clenched his dick perfectly in hopes of chasing your release. The cream became thicker and thicker every time you dissolved yourself onto his length. Your pretty brown nipples harden from the cool air and the immense pleasure. Whether or not you wanted to admit it, you were fucked out your mind. You kept trying to convince yourself this was for the protection of your comrades, but somehow you found yourself on Crowley’s cock more often than usual. 

“I wonder what your comrades would think if they knew their precious teammate was being a little slut for a noble vampire?” 

You glared at him, still riding his dick. “F-Fuck you.”

“You already are, love. And you look so beautiful while doing so. This pussy—so wet and warm,” he breathes, taking a sip of your blood. “You taste so delectable. It’s almost hard for me to believe that you proposed both your blood and insides to me. It’s like I’m being spoiled.”

You glanced at the glass in Crowley’s hand, then averted your eyes back to him, rolling them in ecstasy. His free hand began exploring your curves, mesmerized by how the droplets of sweat caused your deep complexion to glow. Oh, how lucky he felt for having the top floor of Nagoya City Hall to himself so he could admire how the moonlight descended upon your skin. His hand finally found comfort on the peak of your breast, which you shivered from his cool touch. The calluses of his index finger and thumb grazed your nipples, squeezing in circular motions to further your arousal. An involuntary shriek slipped through your lips, causing him to smirk. Your back arched in pure bliss as you began sensually rolling your hips onto his. 

His favorite cockwarmer was gripping his dick with no intention of letting go. A string of curse words aired through his mouth, indicating his approval. You lolled your head back, which gave him the perfect access to savor your skin. It’s as if you felt his length deepen inside you from just him sitting up. Crowley’s tongue explored your neck until it found that lovely sweet spot that had your moans in a dulcet harmony. He carefully nipped at your flesh, ensuring not to get too greedy by latching his fangs into your skin. That alone had your breaths shaky. Crowley didn’t deserve to hear your sounds of pleasure. However, it was hard to hold back how his cock sank into your pussy. 

Your skin was sweet, like your blood, as he continued to take slow and hungry strokes. He began trailing up your neck with wet kisses until he reached your plush lips, grabbing your chin to place a sensual smooch. You returned the kiss, but in doing so, you kept your eyes open to glare down at him. He knew that you were. You always did this when he was stuffed inside you, but he didn’t care. In the end, Crowley continued to get what he desired—you. A few times a week, he would get a supply of your palatable blood and your succulent cunt drowning on his cock. As long as he got what he wanted, he didn’t give a fuck about how you looked at him. Despite that, you still had this intoxicating expression that made him want you even more. 

"You are so fucking sexy. Being such a good slut riding my cock like this," he cooed, causing your pussy to clench. "Hm, you like it when I talk to you like that, don't you? I feel that pussy hugging me. What is this? The third time you've cummed already? Go ahead. Cum for me again, [Y/N]."

“N-No—fuck,” you softy whimpered. 

"Haha, you can be stubborn all you want, but you know who this pussy belongs to. It was made for me. It fits so perfectly around me. Just admit that you're enjoying yourself, my sweet [Y/N]."

You shook your head, pressing your forehead onto his. “S-Shut up. S-Shut the—fuck—up.”

“And you sound so pretty whimpering on my cock like that,” he rasped, nipping your bottom lip. He continued to whisper honeyed praises as he felt your release approaching. “You’re doing so well taking me. I’m going to stuff this pretty pussy with all my hot cum, and I want to hear you beg for it.”

“N-No.”

“Beg, [Y/N].”

“…”

He lowered his voice to a lower octave, licking the curve of your ear.  “Beg, pretty girl.”

That was it. Crowley always knew how to get you there. At this moment, your body shattered into pieces. "Fuck. Fuck me, Crowley. Please fuck me harder. I—I want to feel that cum in my pussy.” 

"That's my girl." He chugged the remnant of your blood in the glass to latch onto your thick waist. Crowley took an unrelenting tempo as he pounded into your needy cunt. Your wetness being played with surfaced the air. You howled, repeatedly moaning his name until your breaths became lost in your throat. He pleasurably glided his tongue along his bottom lip from seeing how sweet you looked. Those full tits that bounced hastily every thrust he made. Your back arching in pure delight. The plush of your ass slapping his skin. How your pussy was being stirred by his cock, creating the perfect gushing sound. Fuck, it felt so damn good. You hate to admit it, but this vampire was fucking you so well. 

Crowley ruined you. He showed no mercy while working open those silk walls of yours. Every thrust he did, he ensured your cervix wasn't kept waiting. His lips ghosted over your ear, telling you how good your pussy feels and that you're his and his only. If you dare allow someone else to have you like this, he would simply rip their head off. Why did that turn you on? You couldn't explain it. The tighter your cunt wrapped around him, you knew you peaked at your release. He couldn't get over that ethereal pornographic expression on your face. Your brows knitted and lips slightly parted but no words aired through. You always look beautiful, yes. However, at this moment? To him? This was your most breathtaking state, and seeing you like this caused him to snap. 

That sense of calmness he had was now gone. Crowley abruptly lifted you, swiping off whatever bullshit on the desk to place you on your back. His pace became more brutal as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The heat on his face became evident, having an animalistic-like twinkle in his eyes. "It's too much," you whimpered, still being sensitive from your previous finish, but he kept going. Crowley nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, gliding his tongue along your skin to savor your taste. His hand fondled your nipple while the other began circling your clit, slamming into your pussy. The moan you let out was even foreign to you. Why was he fucking you like this? You were overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, but it felt amazing. You snaked your legs around his hips and continued to take him. 

"Crowley! Oh, God! F-Fuck, please. Please don't stop."

“Keep saying my name like that,” he growled. 

“Crowley, I—I think I’m about to cum again. W-Wait.”

He applied more pressure to your clit, fucking you harder until the desk creaked. "This pussy is mine, [Y/N]. I swear to you, if anyone has this access to you, I will kill them. Do you understand me?"

“O-Okay. It’s yours, Crowley. It’s yours,” you stammered.

"Good. Now, allow me to make my sweet girl cum once more before letting her go for the night." He kissed your lips sensually before leveling up his body to stare into your brown eyes to watch you cum. His hand at your nipple made its way to find comfort around your neck. The pressure Crowley applied was just enough so he could hear those pretty moans. Tears of ecstasy pricked your eyes as you felt another release coming. This one felt different. Your breaths were hitched, and your legs began to tremble. You were too fucked to even focus on the splashing sensation pooled between you. However, you returned to reality once you felt fangs penetrate your flesh and his hot cum milking your insides, causing you to arch in pure bliss once again. 

Maybe you were a masochist?

“Crowley,” you whimpered.

“So fucking good. Your blood is so intoxicating, [Y/N]. And this wet pussy is perfect—so tight—so warm.”

After painting your insides, Crowley relaxed his body onto yours, allowing his cock to warm up a bit longer in your pussy. Although he never sucked your blood directly from your neck before, it was something about tonight where he felt like he was caught in the heat of the moment. It's been almost days since Crowley last saw you, and his bloodsucking urgencies (and needy friend, of course) just needed some relief. He detached from your neck, lapping at the spot he bit to alleviate the pain. You shared a final moan once he pulled his cock out of you. Your pussy was coated with a mixture of your wetness and his seed. Crowley didn't want one drop wasting, so he swirled his finger in your wrecked cunt to spread it, causing a soft groan to escape your lips. 

You began putting back on your clothes to return to Shibuya after being gone for hours. Usually, you only spend an hour with Crowley, but it seems like you got carried away. How were you going to explain this to Guren? You didn't know. However, that's an issue you'll think about once it gets your attention. 

"It seems like I got carried away. I do apologize for biting your neck," he sneered.

You glared at him before walking out the door. “Fuck you.”

“You-”

“Don’t even fucking say it.”

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" he asked, but before receiving his answer, you slammed the door, which caused him to chuckle and whisper to himself, "Don't worry—you'll be back."

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡

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Trueform!Sukuna

a/n: i HAD to write something after seeing this on twitter today 😭 go support their patreon!

warnings: size kink, fingering, degrading

minors DNI or else you’re getting blocked

imagine trueform!sukuna stretching you open on his lap. two pairs of hands forcing your legs apart. one hand focused on keeping your pretty mouth shut, your tongue wrapped around his thick digits, while the other was bullying it’s way inside your tight cunt.

you looked at your reflection in the expansive mirror on the far wall. you were so small in comparison to sukuna, your back pressed to his chest and your legs widely spread on his lap. sukuna hunched over to growl in your ear.

“how many fingers can this fucking pussy take?” he saw it as a challenge, stuffing two, then three fingers into your sopping heat. your pussy squelched around his digits as he picked up the pace. his dicks twitched against your lower back.

you whimpered around his fingers. the stretch hurt so much, but it felt so good. you took in the feeling of his fingers twisting and curling into that same spot that had you seeing stars. drool trickled past his digits, down the sides of your mouth before dripping down your chin. your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you were so full.

“eyes on me, slut” he removed his fingers from your mouth, a wet gasp escaping your lips, before he gripped your jaw and forced you to look into the mirror. he gave you that same menacing glare in the reflection, pumping his fingers faster, watching as you slowly fell apart on his lap.

tears streaked down your face and another wave rushed over you as your reached your high for the upteenth time, your juices trailing down your ass, staining the white robe that still covered sukuna’s bulky build. he loved using your body until you were pliant and numb in his arms. it was the perfect state to be in to take both of his bulging cocks.