Ive been thinking about john walker a lot... what a shock. But like make it mpreg. How idk, but i got a magical strap and a will stronger than god to get him pregnant so I will do just that in this odd shit fic that im posting for fun!
(Its one of those straps that actually shoot liquid from it, but y/n you changed the original liquid out for real cum)
Yes, I know im disgusting. Leave me alone. We all know it's morally wrong and would never do it, but this is a damn fic, so scroll if you dont like it.
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John didn't know what was coming (you) when he agreed to let you use your strap on him. He was usually the one using it on you. Sure he transitioned years ago, but he never wanted bottom surgery. Said that he was seccur in himself enough to not need it.
And you were proud of him, good for him. He saw himself how he wanted and you couldn't be more proud. But being the horn dog you are you begged and begged john to let you fuck him. Told him how its completely normal for married couples to try new things.
John eventually agreed, he knew how much you wanted it, and he secretly did too. It had been so long since he took something other than your fingers in his cunt. So naturally he was skeptical.
With some soothing and many loving kisses you now have john on his knees, face in the pillow. A whimpering and drooling mess of a man.
You drove the strap into his soping cunt over and over again, gripping his firm hips for leverage. Giving you the perfect angle to drive the tip in hard and deep, practically bruising his cervix.
"Oh- s- shit baby! So fuckin' tight for me" you grunt out, smiling from ear to ear as he moan under you.
Johns fists are gripping the sheets with a new found strength, his nails practically tearing the soft fabric. Drool pooled on the pillow he had shoved in his mouth to stiffle the moans, but it did nothing to help. He sounded like an animal in heat. Wailing and moaning in pleasure, hot tears falling down his flushed face.
Fuck, you couldn't get enough. You kept thrusting your hips in and out in and out. As hard and as fast as you could. He's already cum twice around the purple silicon, squeezed it so tight its like he was trying to milk it. And god you hope he was.
You had hooked it up to a machine that would shoot body safe fake cum into whoever uses it. But its not fake. John doesn't know, but he doesn't have too, right.
You and him had talked about having a baby before. Adoption was always the path you both thought of. But you couldn't help but imagine your new husband pregnant. Swollen belly, milk leaking from his enlarged nipples. You were sick, twisted even, but come on. Its john walker. everyone wants to get this piece of shit pregnant
"Fuck sweetheart, you- you gonna cum again? Gonna milk this dick for all its worth?" You pant out, wrapping and arm around him and pressing on his lower belly.
John moans louder, back arching, causing you to go deeper. John lets out a choked whine, it felt like the strap was in his throat. His body convulsed and twisted, sobs of pleasure escaping his puffy pink lips. "P- please! I- im so close! S- so good!"
You smirk, reaching out to grip his hair, tugging slightly, making him arch that pretty back more. Shit he was hot, the slutty waist, those broad muscular shoulders. WHAT A MAN! You cant want to stuff a baby in him. "Ya? You close, you gonna take my load this time? Humm?"
You coo, placing sloppy kisses and harsh bites on his back. "Want me to fill your handsome body up?"
John moaned, like really moaned. Like that was the hottest thing hes ever heard. "Please! Y- yes!"
You smirk, licking a line up his broad back. "Then beg me for it sweetheart. Beg me fir a baby"
"P- please... please hunny. Please put a baby in me." John sobbed, pushing his hips back to meet your thrusts. "I- i want your load, please... f- fill- AHHHA... fill me up baby"
John got what he was asking for. You thrusted harder till you felt his orgasm shake through him. And you press that little button that will change your life forever.
Fluid moves up through the tube and shoots rope after rope of hot cum, straight into his quivering pussy. You slow your pace but never stop the deep powerful thrusts. Pumping the cum deep into him. "Shh thats it. Yaaa, fill this perfect body up... wanna see you swollen with our babies."
John groans as the hot liquid is pumped into his aching hole. Every drop getting pushed into his waiting womb, taking all of it like he was ment too. "Ohhh fuck- y- yeesss... so g- good"
Johns complete fucked out. Cum leaks out of his swollen cunt, dripping onto the bed. You scoop it up onto your fingers and shove it back it, stretching him that extra bit to make sure it all takes.
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You lay there with him that night, insisting he keep himself stuffed full with a toy. Just so hes ready for more tomorrow, but really its to make sure the cum take. And boy does it ;)
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Woah!!! Who wrote that!! That wasn't me!! (Yes it was)
How did Osamu get here? Bleeding from multiple holes and laying almost motionless on his bed. Well, not his bed exactly. Chuuya's bed. Where had Chuuya even gone? In all honesty Osamu was too delirious to even care. He really needed to get up and clean himself up. Damn, he even had to do his own aftercare? As he laid there he just thought back to the previous few hours. What the fuck.
—4 hours before—
The door to Chuuya's apartment flew open as Osamu waltzed right in. He always acted like he owned the place. In all honesty he didn't care. The short bastard wouldn't know he was here. He never did. He turned to close the door and as he did he saw something in the large living room. A corner fully decorated with Christmas decor, surrounding a tree.
Loyalty vs Heart
SKE48; Majisuka Gakuen; 1482 words. [Dance / Miso]
To summarize it all, Dance is warm. And Miso loves that kind of Dance.
There are many reasons why Miso hates Shibuya so much. She hates the older girl because she’s arrogant. She hates her because she just waltzed in their school, taking over Yabakune. She hates her because all she thinks about is her stupid one-sided battle with Maeda.
But most of all, Miso hates Shibuya because of the way she treats Dance.
The moment Miso met Dance, she immediately developed great liking from the ex-majijo student. Unlike most people from both Majijo and Yabakune, Dance is kind. Dance is not vengeful, dark or full of hate. Dance is funny and bright and she doesn’t like fighting at all.
To summarize it all, Dance is warm. And Miso loves that kind of Dance.
It was easy for them to befriend each other. Dance being naturally friendly and Miso easily liking Dance. Their friendship is the only think Miso values more than herself. She values it more than anything. Miso values Dance more than anything— even herself.
“Miso-chan, Miso-chan, you can’t believe what happened this morning!”
Miso smiled as Dance told her story. It was a small incident about the hyper active girl’s morning, nothing grand or relatively funny but a laugh escaped Miso’s smiling lips. She laughed at Dance’s cute and funny expressions, she laughed at Dance’s energy, she laughed at Dance’s story. With Dance, laughing was a natural thing to her. It was like she’s being affected by Dance’s carefree attitude and it always makes Miso loosen up and just act normally.
She and Dance were laughing together when a small table flew their way, eliciting a loud crashing sound. Dance’s surprised eyes followed the small furniture while Miso’s eyes narrowed as she looked at where the table came from.
Shibuya was glaring at their way. “The two of you are so noisy.” She glared at Dance before her eyes landed on Miso. “And you, what are you doing here? I thought you hate it here?”
Before Miso could come up with a proper retort, Dance was already standing in front of the Yabakune leader.
“Shibuya-san, please don’t get mad at Miso!” Dance nervously stated, her fists tightly closed by her sides and uncomfortably transferring her weight from one leg to the other in a wobbly stance.
“What the hell are you saying?”
“M-Miso is a member of Yabakune! You shouldn’t be too hard on her. Miso is one of us. And… And I like talking to Miso and I like it a lot when Miso is here so… P-please don’t make her leave!”
Miso smirked as Shibuya’s eyes found hers at Dance’s words and preference of having Miso around. It was a triumphant smirk to annoy the Yabakune leader. Dance must have noticed it since she looked back at Miso and locked eyes with her for a moment before turning back to Shibuya, only for her face to meet Shibuya’s fist.
“You’re so noisy!”
Dance’s surprise and her weak stance caused her to immediately fly back and roll on the floor. Miso’s eyes immediately narrowed and her fists clenched in anger as Dance stopped right in front of her. She was about to help Dance up when Dance smiled at her despite the blood flowing out of her nose.
“Don’t do anything, Miso-chan. I’m okay.” Dance must have known Miso a lot more than Miso thought as she watched Dance’s eyes shift from her face to her clenched fists. She never liked it when Shibuya would hurt Dance. In fact, Miso positively, one hundred percent hates it. The first rational thing in mind was to follow Dance and let it slide but since when was Miso a rational person?
She slowly stood up from her seat, eyes narrowed and chin up. She briefly glanced at Dance before her gaze returned to match Shibuya’s. “Get out of the room, Dance.”
Everyone was now curiously looking at Miso and Dance. Dance quietly nodded and followed Miso’s order, slipping out of the room. Once sure that Dance was out of the room, Miso voiced out her thoughts.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her voice was cold and detached.
“None of your business.” Shibuya answered.
“Touch Dance again and I’ll kill you.”
Her statement caused uneasiness to travel through Shibuya’s minions. It was a big threat, Miso knows but they also know that Miso follows up her threats.
Shibuya scoffed and walked towards her until their faces were inches apart. “I would love to see you try.”
Miso said nothing and just raised her head smugly, meeting Shibuya’s challenge with sharp eyes.
“And what is it to you?”
Miso’s eyes narrowed again. “Dance is mine.” She answered boldly and with much confidence.
There was a flash of jealousy in Shibuya’s eyes along with anger that made Miso sadistically happy. Shibuya just scoffed again before turning her back on Miso.
It was annoying, the way Shibuya attempted to brush her off. Miso smirked.
Her legs moved quickly towards Shibuya. She threw herself to the older girl’s back, one fist pressing against Shibuya’s side. Gasps erupted from everyone and Shibuya stiffened. Miso smirked again.
“How about I try now?” She asked in a deep voice.
“Kanon!”
It was Miso’s turn to freeze. Both by the sudden voice and the use of her name.
Hurried footsteps echoed in the eerily silent room and Miso felt a hand tug at her arm.
“Kanon, let go of Shibuya-san.”
Miso ignored Dance.
“Let go. Now.”
Her hold on Shibuya’s jacket loosened slowly until she ultimately let go. She moved away from the Yabakune leader who slowly turned with surprised eyes to them.
Dance looked at Shibuya nervously before bowing once, twice, thrice.
“I’m sorry, Shibuya-san!” Dance apologized.
Miso rolled her eyes. “Dance—”
“Excuse us!” Dance cut her off, grabbing her arm and pulling her forcefully out of the room. They kept walking and walking, Miso letting Dance drag her along as she pleases. They stopped and Dance poked her head inside one classroom and led the two of them inside after seeing it’s empty.
Once in, Dance quickly let go of Miso’s hand and tried hard, but still failed, to glare at her.
“Kanon! You can’t just do that to Shibuya-san!”
Miso huffed. “Why not?! She’s a bitch.”
Dance gasped. “Kanon!”
This time, Miso narrowed her eyes. “Dance—”
“Kanon.”
“Dance—”
“Kanon.”
Miso rolled her eyes and sighed. “Kumi,” she relented, using Dance’s real name. “Forget it, okay? Shibuya is a mean bitch—”
“Stop cursing.”
“—Mean person who only thinks of herself and doesn’t appreciate what you do.”
Dance shook her head. “No, Shibuya-san is our leader, Miso.”
Another thing Miso loves so much about Dance was her kindness and her ability to only see the good in people. But unfortunately, it was also her greatest weakness. She was too kind. And everybody takes advantage of it.
“Kumi, can’t you see what she’s doing to you? What she’s doing to everyone? She’s a mean, ruthless, arrogant—”
“THAT’S NOT TRUE!”
Miso was frozen again. Never did she ever hear Dance raise her voice like what she did now. Her fists tightened again and she looked away from Dance. There was a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Hot and twisty and very uncomfortable. Was it anger? No. It was jealousy.
Miso stomped her foot and glared at Dance. “Fine! Then go back to her!”
She angrily turned her back to Dance and hastily walked to the door. She was about to slide it open when something soft and warm pressed against her from behind.
“It’s not like that, Kanon, please calm down.”
“Let go of me.”
“Kanon—”
“Let go—”
“Non-chan."
Miso’s will crumbled instantly at the use of the nickname Dance gave her. She heaved out a sigh and turned around in Dance’s arms which were still around her.
“What?” She mumbled, grudgingly looking at Dance.
Dance smiled at her. “Please don’t be mad, Non-chan.”
“How can I not be mad, Kumi?” Miso sighed out. “She’s treating you badly. Nobody is allowed to do that.”
“That’s just how Shibuya-san is…” Dance said. She tucked Miso’s hair behind one ear gently. “But I’ve been beside Shibuya-san for a long time now, Non-chan. Shibuya-san is my leader.”
Miso looked away again and mumbled, “I know that.”
Dance smiled in satisfaction. “So please try not to pick fights with her?”
Miso huffed. “I won’t promise anything.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
Miso felt herself being pulled and allowed herself to be. She leaned on to Dance’s body and wrapped her own arms around the older girl. Dance smiled as she felt Miso nuzzle her.
“My loyalty is with Shibuya-san but my heart is always with Non-chan.” Dance declared with a small giggle. “I love you, Non-chan.”
Miso blushed at the words and whispered a small ‘I love you too’ before burying her face on Dance’s chest again.
