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— NIA ;; parisian blk fashion student + artist + writer and professional yapper ♡
✰ cw; gun play, use of daddy, size kink
toji holds a gun to your head when he fucks you.
"eyes on me doll, wouldn’t want me to use this on ya would you?" he drawls, pressing the cold barrel of his loaded gun against your temple. sweat beads at your forehead and your eyelids grow heavier as you ride him for the fourth fucking time in a row. you're exhausted and fucked out by this point but he won't let you stop— and with a gun pressed to your head, you're not exactly willing to take that risk yourself.
why was his gun such an active participant in your sex? you didn’t actually know. but you what you did know, was that toji loved to fuck with you—loved to push and prod just to see how far he could take things with you. and to him, this was just another one of his twisted little mind games. he wanted to see what a pretty, innocent thing like you looked like when you came undone.
you let out a small yelp as he spanks the soft flesh of your ass, a sharp sting lingering in its wake. "ah- toji" you whine desperately, hoping he'll be merciful tonight and let you off after this round. wishful thinking.
"fuckin' whore, makin' daddy do all the work huh?" he snarls, tightening his bruising grip on your waist and pushing his hips up into you, practically splitting you open on his fat cock. toji is so fucking thick—despite this being the fourth time you're getting stretched out on his cock just tonight, it still fucking hurts.
"m-meanie" you utter, choking back a heavy sob. your thighs tremble around his, barely able to move another inch. and because of this, his patience with you has reached the end of the line. he's holding nothing back, fucking his cock up into you, rougher and deeper with each thrust—so deep that his fat tip hits your cervix, every. fucking. time.
toji chuckles deeply at your pathetic attempt at an insult. so cute. you flinch a little as he removes the gun from your temple and slowly drags it down the length of your body, passing over the sensitive skin on your nipples and pausing right below your belly button—right where the bulge of his thick length is visibly pressing from deep inside you.
"such a tight fuckin' pussy—fuck" he groans, dick throbbing with pleasure as he releases his warm seed inside of your tight, wet cunt again. you exhale shaky breaths, your aching hips just beginning to rise off his cock when the cold tip of his gun presses into the hollow of your neck, sending a jolt of fear through your entire body, locking you in place.
"i didn't fucking say we were done" he hissed, a rough hand pushing you back down on his cock. looks like the night was far from over for you.
criminally underrated and not talked about enough, satoru using his cursed technique to fuck your cunt into oblivion. he prefers to have you on your back with your legs over his muscular shoulders. his blindfold dangling around his neck, hair messily ruffled, face flushed pink and his eyes glowing while he uses his six eyes. using his innate technique to be able to see his long, thick cock hitting that oh so great g-spot of yours. and he loves teasing the absolute shit out of you with it. pounding that spot relentlessly at a consistent pace until you’re clenching so tightly around him that he knows you’re about to cum and then he slows down to a stop. doing that over and over again, using his reverse curse technique until you’re crying and begging him to let you cream around his length. when he finally drags the tip of his cock perfectly against your g-spot while rubbing his thumb on your clit, your vision goes white. your body almost pulsating in pleasure while he gasps in admiration. watching his thick load spill inside your twitching pretty pussy, filling you to the brim as he uncontrollably moans in bliss.
you find their dickpic in your camera roll
shower thoughts ft.satoru lol
"y-you want me to what?" satoru gulped loudly. "bathe me. here," he watched closely as you grabbed the shower head, handing it to him innocently before laying your naked form in the bathtub. satoru gripped the shower head tightly, examining your body and, shit, he was already getting hard.
◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ you thought you were ready.
you had said you were ready.
but the moment the thick, flushed head of ichigo’s cock had pressed inside you, just barely stretching your entrance, your whole body tensed. the burn, the pressure—it wasn’t unbearable, but it was too much, and panic flickered in your chest like a small, sharp flame.
ichigo felt it immediately.
his grip on your hips tightened, his whole body locking up as he froze, holding himself completely still. his voice was tight, strained, but gentle. “baby?”
you swallowed hard, your fingers clenching around his shoulders. “…it’s too big.”
a sharp inhale.
then—without hesitation—ichigo pulled away.
you shivered at the sudden emptiness, your walls fluttering from even that brief stretch, your body aching with something unfulfilled. ichigo collapsed beside you, one arm thrown over his face, the other gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled fist.
he was still so hard.
still aching.
but he didn’t push. didn’t complain. just breathed, his cock throbbing against his stomach, flushed and leaking precum.
“…shit,” he muttered. “you’re tryna kill me, aren’t you?”
a soft, breathless laugh escaped you, though your face burned. “i—i’m sorry.”
ichigo groaned, dragging his arm off his face so he could look at you. “don’t apologize.”
your breath wavered. you knew he was holding himself back, that he wanted you, that he had been so close to finally taking you, but he had still stopped the moment you asked.
and that made the heat in your stomach coil tighter.
you hesitated, then whispered, “…can i watch?”
ichigo’s breath hitched.
for a second, he didn’t move.
then—his hand twitched, slowly wrapping around himself, his fingers curling around the thick base.
“…yeah.” his voice was lower now, rougher. “yeah, you can watch.”
your thighs clenched together as you turned onto your side, snuggling against his arm, your cheek resting on his shoulder as you stared down at the way his hand moved.
his cock was so big—thick and flushed dark at the tip, precum glistening as it beaded and dripped down his shaft. the veins along his length throbbed beneath his tight grip, his fingers flexing every time he gave a slow, measured stroke.
and the sound.
the wet, obscene sloshing of his palm gliding over his cock made your whole body burn, heat curling up your spine.
ichigo groaned, tilting his head slightly, his voice tinged with amusement. “you’re staring.”
your breath hitched, your face burning. “i-i—”
his grip tightened, his pace quickening just slightly, his cock pulsing against his palm.
and then—
he started talking.
“shit,” he muttered, his voice strained, his breath breaking at the edges. “just thinking about how tight you were—fuck, baby, you barely even got the tip in, and you were squeezing me.”
your whole body shuddered.
ichigo felt it.
his smirk deepened, his hand moving slicker, precum dripping down to his knuckles. “can’t wait for you to take all of it,” he murmured. “gonna stretch you open, get you nice and loose so you don’t have to whimper like that next time.”
your thighs clenched tight, a pitiful whimper slipping from your lips before you could stop it.
ichigo groaned, his cock jerking in his fist.
“oh, you like hearing that?” his voice was filthy now, teasing, breathless. “you like knowing how bad i wanna fuck you?”
your fingers clenched weakly around the sheets, your whole body trembling as you buried your face in his arm, whining softly. “s-stop talking like that—”
ichigo chuckled, his hips twitching slightly up into his fist, his cock pulsing. “nah,” he muttered. “i think you like it.”
his strokes turned rougher, his abs flexing as he chased his release, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. “you should see yourself right now, baby,” he groaned. “all shy, all needy—shit, i wanna ruin you.”
your breath was coming too fast now, your body burning too hot, your cunt clenching around nothing.
then—
ichigo snapped.
a low, guttural groan tore from his throat as his cock jerked hard, thick ropes of white spilling over his knuckles, streaking up his stomach as he came hard, his breath shattering in the silence.
you stared, entranced, watching the last few spurts drip down the length of his shaft.
for a long moment, the room was silent.
then—ichigo exhaled, his head tilting toward you, his grin lazy, satisfied.
“you,” he muttered, voice still rough, breathless, “are so lucky i love you.”
you whined, burying your face against his shoulder, your body still trembling, still aching.
ichigo laughed, rolling over and tucking you against his chest, his lips brushing against your temple.
“don’t worry,” he murmured. “next time, we’ll go as slow as you need.”
LUFFY BACK HUGS. THAT'S IT. THAT'S THE REQUEST.
Luffy doesn't care where you two are. If he feels like hugging you, he will. Mid conversation? Surprise hug. Training? Surprise hug. Cooking with Sanji? Surprise hug. Who am I kidding, Luffy isn't allowed to cook. He's been on a ban for a while.
Luffy just slings his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. He always mumbles something as he nuzzles into your neck, which you find adorable.
Luffy always tackles you. And normally, that wouldn't be a problem. But recently, he started "surprise" tackling you from behind. Which always ends up with you face first on the ground as he laughs on top of you.
☆ — i'm so sorry that this is short and boring!! :<
