#y/n x

[ohboycharlie]

at this point y/n is a person.

[anime75]

Hay hay hay!! :D I got part three

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Ace’m

Story line,

Name: Y/n Takami

Age: 16-17

Hight: 5’8

Quirk: Wing Lava (WL for short)

Quirk definition: Large light blue wing’s (like their uncle) can turn wing’s into lava and manipulate other parts of the body (skin muscle) but can not add how much stronger they get. Can harden the lava and turn it into obsidian to use and turn it into like a cage, but it can still burn others.

Family: uncle (pro hero hawks)

~Now let’s get on with the story!~

Chapter three: Names?

Warnings: small amount of blood, violence, 

4:00 A.M three years later

You and Ojiro were about nine or ten now, you two had gotten up early to see the sunrise as always, and Keigo had gone on his normal morning patrol, you would go with him and he would drop you off at Ojiro's place. But after the sunrise was almost gone the two of you would always go find something to do. 

Sometimes when you two did this you would get in a bit of trouble with the bad groups of people that would roam around, you tended to get a little hurt when this happened so it was normal for you to have some bandaids with you. 

Your uncle did know about this, as much as he didnt like it he knew you could take care of yourself and even if you couldn't, he knew that Ojiro would be able to help you since you two were close friends… Today just so happened to be one of those days

9:54 A.M

The two of you were on your way to the park from the convenience store, and were having a casual conversation on whatever came to mind. You walked past a car that one of Ojiro’s nabours and really good friends used, but there was one of the bad groups from the area. They were trying to get into the car to either steal it or take stuff out of it. 

“HEY!!” you shouted toward the group of people. You started walking toward them with a slightly mad face. Ojiro tried to hold you back so you could do anything to provoke them. But sadly it was too late and you had gotten the attention of the group.

“What are feathers for brains?” One of the group members said to you making a comment about your quirk. This only made your blood boil more between them trying to take something that

 wasn't theirs, and commenting about how others looked rather than how they acted. 

“What did you just call me?!” You asked in alarm, Ojiro could practically see the gears turning in your head from that, so he tried calming you down.

“It’s ok Y/N, they didn’t mean it.” He tried to reassure you, but you didn’t listen. You stormed over to them, not even Ojiro could have stopped you, but you paused and covered your front side with one of your wings. And sure enough one of the group members had thrown a knife toward you as a warning, but their aim was off and it would have hit you in a more fatal spot if you hadn't used one of your wings to cover yourself. Of course it hurt but you were good at hiding things like that so you keep a straight face.

 The very little bit of reaction you had slightly scared the group of people thinking you didn’t have any pain tolerance especially at a young age. You gave them a look as if you were saying “back off.” in a way. The group of people scattered away like mice. You went back to walking with Ojiro like nothing had even happened. Ojiro hadn’t been very surprised by it considering that this kind of stuff happened often and he was used to it.

4:50 P.M

Later that day you two were walking back to Ojiro’s place so that your uncle could pick you up. Ojiro paused with a smile on his face. There was a small kitten in an alleyway the two of you were passing. He walked into the ally with you following closely behind. 

He picked up the small creature and pet it, his tail slightly wagging. The kitten was a small one about the size of Ojiro’s hand, it was black with a few orange spots and one white spot on its nose that resembled the shape of a circle. It was covered in dust and a bit of almost dried mud.

“We should keep him, I don’t see a mama cat anywhere.” He told you. You nodded with a smile.

“Yeah he looks like he could use a friend.” you commented with a small quiet laugh. 

Ojiro handed you the small kitten and looked around for anything that may help clean it off a bit until the two of you could get the kitten to Ojiro’s place to get it some better care. 

Your smile slightly faded and you perked your head up looking around. Just as you looked toward the back of the ally you got punched in the face. It was the group of people from earlier that day. You shook your head and handed Ojiro the kitten. Ojiro stood in shock not knowing what had happened.

“Back for revenge are we.” You mused, wiping off your lip that had a small amount of blood running down it. You had bit your lip when you got punched causing it to bleed. 

The group of people from before was only two people now, a boy and girl just a little older than you and Ojiro. The others may have gone home or something. The two people stared daggers at you facial expressions as if they were ready for a fight. You stood up lacking a fighting stance. You had learned from your uncle when he had decided to start training you how to fight and had told you “it’s better to have no fighting stance so people will underestimate you rather than knowing what you're gonna do next.” He had decided to train you because if you were gonna be related to a hero you were gonna need to know how to defend yourself, just in case something had happened and there was no one there to help you.

“Yes and we're here to make sure you can’t make us get caught next time.” The girl on the right said with venom laced in her tone.

“Yeah, you got the rest of our group get caught and thrown into the police station so they could deal with and think of what they would do to them for the other stuff we had done.” The boy on the left added. 

You sighed not knowing what they were gonna try doing or what else they were gonna say. The two people stood in a fighting stance.

“I Yuki and my brother Suki will get paid back for our friends.” The girl said.

You sighed again waiting for them to come at you. Ojiro Tried to get you to not fight them knowing that you could hurt them or they could hurt you.

“Come on Y/N you don’t need to fight them.” He commented on not wanting you to get hurt or the other people even if they had been mean.

“No Oji, I can do this. You know I can too.” you told him, a serious face on you no longer your normal smile. You took a deep breath and had almost no emotion on your face as you looked at Yuki and Suki. 

Suki smirked. “Awww, you called him Oji. that was cute, a nickname for your friend.” He said in a teasing tone. You glared at him for teasing you and your friend.

“Yeah I did, so what?” You asked him with a slightly frustrated tone 

“It’s just cute, that's all.” Yuki added. Yuki looked at Suki and they gave each other a look as if they knew what one another was thinking. They ran toward you as if they were about to attack. You still stood there with still no fighting stance. The two smirked and dogged you going for your friend. Your eyes slightly widened, you used your feathers from your wings and made sure that the two wouldn't be able to hurt Ojiro.

Ojiro had closed his eyes tight and turned around slightly to protect the kitten waiting for the worst, but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes and turned back around a little and saw the light blue of your feathers. He looked at you who had your arm up to control the feathers. 

Yuki and Suki looked at each other slightly confused, then back at you who had that same dangerous face as earlier. They were scared, yes but they were ready to fight. They charged back toward you and started fighting.

Ten minutes later

You had managed to take the two down, they were lying on the ground dazed and not very responsive between mumbles and slight movement. You were battered and bruised from them and their quirks, you had scratches and bruises, your clothes were now a little torn and dirty but you didn’t really care. You looked at yourself, then back at Ojiro. 

“You ok Oji?” You asked with a slightly worried tone. He looked at you in awe of what you had done, and nodded in response. 

“Yeah, I am and so is the kitten.” He told you. You walked over to him with your normal smile back even though it twitched a bit every time you moved too much.

5:20 P.M

 You and Ojiro had gotten back to his house and his Mum patched you up from your scrapes.

“Wow hun, this is the third time this week and it’s worse than the others.” She said with a slightly worried tone tinted in her words. You sighed.

“I know, I know. But you understand that I don't like it when people are mean or do bad things like that. And then they even came back later and tried to hurt Ojiro.” You replied trying to get her to leave it be.

Ojiro was in the other room waiting for you to get back so that the two of you could go to the roof to watch the sunset, and wait for your uncle to get back and you could go home. When you got into the living room where Ojiro was, you had some bandages and gauze on your arms and face, along with a big shirt that Ojiro’s Mum had lent you  until you could get your clothes washed, or go home and change.

The two of you went up to the roof and sat in silence with your guys' new kitten Uski, named that because of the people who had caused you trouble getting her home. Ojiro was the first one to break the silence.

“You know… I wanted to thank you.” You looked at him confused but didn’t say anything.

“For… you know, saving my but back there.” he added. You smiled softly.

“Yeah no problem, you know I always got your back.” you told him, Glad that he was just safe. The two of you sat there for a bit longer just looking at the sky and the sun that had started setting.

“I was thinking…I wanted to give you a nickname. Like the one you have for me.” Ojiro said with a smile now looking at you.

You smiled with a slightly teasing mentality. “Oh really?” you asked

“Yeah, I was thinking of something like Ace.” that had confused you.

“Ace?” you asked, purely confused as to what he was thinking.

“Yeah, The ace of spades represents strength and authority, but it also represents pain and death. All though you're not dead you get hurt alot and get into trouble with bad people” He explained to you. “So I was thinking that it kinda explained you.” He smiled. You looked at him and smiled back.

“You're right, it kinda does.” You laughed a bit at the thought.

“Well…How about it, Ace.” Ojiro asked you with a smile.

You nodded with a smile at your new profound nickname. After a while of you two talking about random things, your uncle landed on the roof to pick you up.

“Ready to go feather?” (that’s his nickname for you… Sorry if it was cringe.) He asked you. You nodded standing up and walking over to him. You paused.

“Wait, I need to say goodbye.” You said with a small laugh. You ran over to Ojiro and patted Uski’s head. “By Uski, By Oji.” You told them

“Bye Ace.” Ojiro told you. He made Uski wave his paw with his hand. You walked over to your uncle and the two of you flew away. 

“SoooOo?” Keigo asked you.

“What?” you asked him

“What was with the nickname that Ojiro had given you?” He asked with a slight smirk. You smiled and explained to him why Ojiro had given you that nickname. Keigo looked a little shocked but understood either way.

“That…Makes sense actually. You do get in trouble a lot.” He said with a slight laugh but a serious face. You looked at him and listened. “I’m honestly glad that was the meaning behind it. Because now you and others will know about you before they even get the chance to see why, because if they already know they will understand what they need to expect.” He finished.

The two of you got back to your apartment a little after the sun had set. You both ate dinner and chilled a bit before you went to bed.

[shimisstuff]

The new cover inspired all of this, it’s not my fault 😭

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[danijaci]

obsession w/ sunday

inspired by @yandere-romanticaa's fic! Tehee your works are so eye opening 0.0 <333 I licherally haven't created a yandere content for such a looong time lolol let's see if I can still pull this off lmao

WARNING/S: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior

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[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[ridingthatd]

your boyfriends fat cock was so sensitive, his mushroomy red tip was leaking with white precum dripping down to the thickness of his cock that was surrounded with veins pumping with blood. he had a hairy happy trail connecting his belly button to his delicious dick.

he was looking down at you with heavy eyes filled with lust as you place a gentle wet kiss on his angry fat tip. his hips immediately thrust into your mouth as a reflex begging for more. "mmmmm-! baby please-".

you coo at him before circling his clit with your wet tongue licking every drop of precum before sucking his tip inside your mouth with a sloppy pop. you knew how crazy it drove him when you suck his sensitive tip like that.

his head drop into the coach while his veiny hands rest on his face trying to hide the lewd faces he's making as he whines hips shuttering the harder you suck. your other hand start trailing to his balls squeezing them in your soft hands.

your boyfriend gasp as he feels his cock hitting the back of your throat he couldn't help the whiney pleading that left his mouth. and you couldn't hell the way your wet pussy was basically humping his leg.

you feel his rough hands gripping on you'd hair trying to pull you back. "baby-! nghhh- pull back i feel weird-". his eyes widen as he feels the sudden urge to piss everywhere at how sensitive his cock was.

but that only motivate you to suck his cock harder, squeezing your throat as tight as you were squeezing his balls. "stop-! ahhhhh mmmmm I'm going to piss- stop!". your boyfriend moan out the pleasure shooting up his abdomen before you feel a hot liquid gushing down your throat.

your eyes roll back moaning on his cock at the taste while your boyfriend lays down beneath you twitching after you sucked the life out of him.

[frid4y]

"just one feel, please! I won't ask again, I promise!"

that was the agitating sound of satoru's desperate plea to feel your tits. crazy, I know! yet his persistence is admirable. but you would never give in! even if he has been asking for days.

but satoru doesn't see it that way. he thinks he weighing you down, he knows it. just a some more convincing and begging, and his pretty little roommate will give in! and there's no way you couldn't want him to, especially with how your casually wearing no bra in front of his prying eyes.

"satoru, for the millionth time. no! there are so many girls on campus who would let you squeeze their boobs. i'm not one of them, give up!" for some reason, your annoyance only pushes him to try harder.

"it's for good luck! i have an exam today, i swear i'll never ask again!" satoru shines his big blue eyes at you and pouts, plopping down right next to you on the large couch. he pokes your arm impatiently, his gaze occasionally averting to the slight bounce of your chest. fuck, he's determined.

but you stay strong, your no's firm. until your sick of hearing "please" over and over again. especially coming from satoru's whiny little voice. "holy shit, fine satoru! if it'll get you to shut the fuck up. fine." you reluctantly give in. anything to get him to be quiet, right?

his eyes light up, his hands moving faster than his mind. suddenly, your laid on your back on the couch, satoru's large figure huddled over you. he immediately pushes up your tank top, his brain short circuiting as he stares at your tits. the first instinct running through him is to take your nipples in his mouth, suck on them until they're swollen. but he doesn't think that's on the agenda today, so he'll wait until his next opportunity.

satoru's large hand reaches out and brushes his thumb over the bud making you gasp softly. he wants more, he needs to hear that again. his other hand reaches out and pinches your nipple, before both of his hands squeeze each of your boobs, kneading and squeezing the flesh.

satoru watches how your lips part in pleasure, your head tilted back slightly. a surge of desire fuels him and he feels his cock stiffen in his pants, along with the growing urge to run his tongue along his—your perfect tits. "o-okay, that's it satoru. you said one feel!" you whine, trying to peel his hands away with all your strength, but he doesn't wanna let go.

"wait! hold on, just a little bit longer! they're just so pretty—can i just suck 'em!" he pleads again, almost drooling at the thought. you groan, such a fucking perv. yet, even if you wanted to deny that his touch felt off, it didn't, if anything, you enjoyed it.

"let go and I'll think about it." and that was all you needed to say to get satoru back on his best behavior and he'll be waiting for his next chance, even if it means begging again.

[cuntphoric]

satoru gojo p✰rn links .ᐟ

gojo's tongue is mean, rough against you as he's got no patience to take it slow. the blindfold stays on, that hungry look never leaving his face as his fingers and tongue dig into your folds.

gojo just loves grinding against you, his cock sliding between your folds, already slick with your arousal. you can see the way he pushes in, the fast thrusts as he fucks you.

idk what you want me to say, but gojo just LOVES having his finger(s) in you, fucking it into you though.

gojo is all over your tits, mouth greedy as he kisses and suckles, flicking and biting. he shows you just how much he loves them.

gojo's pathetic, so fucking submissive as he gets a handjob, his breath ragged. the oil just makes it worse, slick and messy as you straddle his face, riding it slowly.

gojo's hands are slick with oil, loving the way it makes everything feel so much smoother as he works over your tits. he massages them with a desperate need, his eyes glued to the way the oil glistens - so what if he loves oiling your pretty bod up?

you grip gojo firmly from the behind. with slick strokes, you give him a mean handjob, his body tense and desperate as you work him over, each pull making him whimper and groans.

FINALLY it's the girls eating the guys asses out. so sweet.

he's groaning, his head thrown back as your sweet words slips from your lips, each sweet word making him laugh and shiver. he can't help but laugh between gasps, loving how you have him wrapped around your hand. literally.

you're torturing him with his own cock, your hand tight and teasing as he whimpers uncontrollably. gojo's desperate, his breath shaky, begging you to stop overstimulating him. he's a mess, groaning and twitching. but that's what you wanted, right?

thank you @webism for making the divider, love you abby ! trust i WILL be using the other ones 💗💗

[monogamia]

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

[ex1acy]

WHO DECIDED TO GATEKEEP THIS.

credit: haekz (ig) I WAS TOLD THIS BY A COMMENT!!

[anime75]

Hay Y'all!! I have part two, three, and four ready but i'm just gonna post them like every other day every day every week? Dono we'll just go with the flow

______________________________________________________________

Ace’m

Story line,

Name: Y/n Takami

Age: 16-17

Hight: 5’8

Quirk: Wing Lava (WL for short)

Quirk definition: Large light blue wing’s (like their uncle) can turn wing’s into lava and manipulate other parts of the body (skin muscle) but can not add how much stronger they get. Can harden the lava and turn it into obsidian to use and turn it into like a cage, but it can still burn others.

Family: uncle (pro hero hawks)

~Now let’s get on with the story!~

Chapter two: A friend before dark… It had only been roughly two months since you had moved in with your uncle. He was kind to you and even tried spoiling you, it was great. Even though he was your uncle and family, his job of being a hero did get in the way sometimes. He had to leave you home every once in a while, or he got called into work while the two of you were doing stuff together. Little did you know, on one of those times that he would get called into work he would bring you back a friend.

12:13 P.M.You were sitting on the couch watching television and eating a sandwich that your Uncle Keigo had made for you that morning for lunch that day. He had been called into work when you two were about to go run some errands, yes you were a little upset but you understood that he was a hero and he would get called in a lot. After a while you got bored and wanted to see if there was anything you could do to clean up the house or anything. You walked around for a little bit and found a few things to keep you occupied.

8:48 P.MIt was still light out almost sunset and you were slightly surprised that your uncle had not come back just yet. But right after that thought you heard the door open, you smiled and jumped up from your seat and went to see your uncle. You turned the corner with a smile, he was putting his coat up since it was a little chilly outside, well of course it was, it was fall. He had a soft smile on his face and looked at you.

“It’s ok you can go say hi.” He said in a slightly quiet tone. This confused you so much, you couldn't tell if he was talking to you or someone else…But there was no one else, was there? A boy about your age walked out from behind his leg, he was just a little bit taller than you were. He had short bond hair and dark eyes that almost made it seem like you were looking into a void. He was wearing a white and blue shirt with a pair of caramel brown short’s with a.. tail coming out from the back of them? No it was just his quirk. “Y/N this is Ojiro Mashido. Ojiro, this is my niece/nephew Y/N.” Keigo said, introducing the two of you to one another. “H-hi..” Ojiro said in a quiet tone, a little shyness to his tone. “Hi, nice to meet you.” You replied with confidence and a bright smile. Keigo was a little hesitant about the thought of the two of you getting along, because you were a lot different from one another. Keigo went into another room to explain to you what was going on. Apparently the reason he had gotten called into work that morning was because there was a fire that had happened in an apartment building and he needed to get the people out since he was fast and could get multiple people out at once because of his quirk. And he had saved Ojiro but his parents had gone missing so the police needed someone to take care of him so they could find the parent’s, but the person who was gonna take care of him needed to have a kid living with them already so that Ojiro would already have someone to help him out and make him not worry. So Keigo had agreed to take him since he had you at the moment. You understood and were honestly glad that you were gonna have a new friend while your uncle was at work because it got kinda boring sometimes. You and Ojiro hung out for a bit and became friend’s. It was just about sunset now, Keigo took you and Ojiro to the roof of the apartment. It was a small thing that you and Keigo did every night, and you thought since Ojiro was there it would be a good idea to bring him. You all sat there and talked for a little while until the sun fully set. “I guess the two of you became friends before dark.” Keigo said with a calm and glad tone. He was happy that you had made a friend and probably wasn’t gonna end badly. About a week later Ojiro’s parents were found and he went to go live with them again, you two were still inseparable even years later.

And there you go part two done, hope you liked it because theirs more to come! :D

[frenchcoucou]

beer? 🥃

ac: nthndn_

[danijaci]

prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

[kashverse]

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like everyone runs the second they see sukuna—because what would you do if a 6’4” pink-haired, red-eyed menace started powerwalking toward you like a GTA NPC with maxed-out aggression settings? you tried to flirt? bold of you to assume you’ll live to tell the tale. that’s not even a fight, that’s a one-sided curb stomp at 1000 km/h.

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like gojo picked the outfit, hyped you up in the mirror, and dramatically twirled you around like he was styling a runway model. people whispering, “your boyfriend must be so proud of you dressing like this” have no idea. he’s not just proud. he’s smug. he’s grinning like the cheshire cat. he’s reminding everyone that this outfit? it was purchased with his black card. he might as well get a tattoo on his forehead that says “i love my partner.”

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like nanami doesn’t even take you to places where people might get ideas. he’s preemptively removing himself from all potential nonsense. but in the rare event that some old-money finance bro decides he’s all that, nanami doesn’t waste words. no yelling, no drama—just a discreet nod to the staff, and suddenly, mr. stocks-and-bonds is being escorted out so efficiently you’d think nanami owns the whole damn place. (he does not. but he does know the owner. personally. and that’s enough.)

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? yeah. toji is currently fighting them. no hesitation. someone made eye contact for 0.2 seconds with you across the bar? boom, it’s a street fight. you barely brushed against someone in the crowd? suddenly, they’ve got a black eye. no one even knows what started it—just that toji is laughing, you’re holding his drink, and there’s a very real possibility someone’s going home in an ambulance. your boyfriend can fight? yeah. but at this point, he should probably be arrested.

[getosluts]

warnings: breeding k., pet names

husband!nanami kento who stares at you from afar like a stupid teenager with a crush and when you catch him he turns his head foward and focuses on something completely different as if he needed to hide it.

husband!nanami kento who doesn't walk with you without placing his hand somewhere on your body; holding your hand, your waist, placing his arm over your shoulders, locking his arms with yours...it doesn't matter, he needs to hold you somehow.

husband!nanami kento who got a huge baby fever when he saw you patting yuji's head with such a motherly smile and let his imagination run wild about you holding a little girl in your arms with his eyes and your nose.

husband!nanami kento who got touchier after that day, clingier, needier and when you decided to talk to him about it he hits you with a "you'd be such an amazing mother, sweetheart" making your heart flutter.

husband!nanami kento who now had you in missionary bellow him, kisses and marks being left on your neck and collarbones as his cock brushes against your cervix with every deep thrust, his filthy words coming out as pants and groans: "i'm go- ing to fuck a- ngh- baby into you" "goin' to look sooo- fuck- so beautiful carrying my- our baby, right, doll?" "you like that, huh? keeping me so deep, love"

husband!nanami kento who apologises if he was too rough as he massages your tired body in the bathtub, the feeling of his cum still inside you and you tease him, saying that you never thought he was this wild for breeding you, making him turn his head away in faux embarrassement as you chuckle.