#eyebrow baby 🌸

[logies-bear]

🗣️babe wake up🗣️ Mica gave us more 💓Kogan💓 content

[svuguru]

More stepdaddy toji pls 🎀 and can you make it a lil rough this time? Pretty please 🥺🌸💗

Toji keeps his eyes on the tears that fall down your cheeks, your eyes glassy and your lashes shiny. His hips are brutal, keeping you on edge and your eyes roll back.

"Daddy!" You yelp, your nails digging into the flesh of his broad back. Toji grunts and reaches his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles and random patterns on it. The stimulation has you gasping, "ah, ah, ah"s slipping from your lips.

You're not sure what happened exactly but you're guessing something went down at work because the moment Toji opened the door, he looked upset. Eager to please your sweet stepdaddy, you asked if you could help him in any way. The solution? Fucking you rough and merciless, an outlet to get his fury out.

"Shhhh," Toji groans and his tip teases that soft spot inside you, his veins sliding against your warm walls, your pussy enveloping his length and squeezing him just right, nice and tight.

Your wrists are bound together by Toji's big hand, your back arching and your tits bouncing from the force.

"Gonna stay quiet for daddy, huh?" A grin crosses his features. In response, you nod, your words suddenly getting stuck in your throat as you gasp. "Oh, such a good girl," but despite his praise, his hips contradict that—they're mean and rough.

Sweat drips down his forehead, his teeth sunken into his lower lip. Toji's calloused hand caresses your tear stained cheek, to which your eyes flutter open at the soft feeling.

"Such a precious—fucking—girl—shit!" each word is emphasized by a sharp thrust of Toji's hips. "Sweet girl's squeezing me like a vice, yeah? All wet and tight,"

Your eyes dart down and you can see the way your juices coat his cock, the sight making you whine.

"G'na cum, daddy!" You whimper, only getting a loud grunt in response.

"Fuck," Toji groans and increases the pace of his hips and finger that runs your clit. "Cum, sweet girl, cum on stepdadd's cock," and that you do; your vision goes white and blurry, stars painting the room as you gush all over his dick.

Toji's hips have no mercy, fucking his cock into your tight cunt with little to no evidence of him slowing down.

Leaning down, Toji presses a kiss to your forehead, a wet and sloppy one. You're in a state of pure bliss, eyebrows knitting together and drool falling from your parted lips.

"I love you, daddy," you slur, your eyes slowly closing from exhaustion.

"Love you, too, baby," Toji says and pulls out, dropping his body right beside yours before pulling you into a loving embrace and planting a kiss to the top of your head.

[aurorawritestoescape]

FEED ME || Joel Miller x f!reader || 2,3k

Summary: Joel is hungry but not for dinner

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp, food play, object insertion, m/f!oral, swearing, cum eating, Joel is a horny menace, fingering, a bit of degradation, Joel can pick up reader, reader wears a dress, has hair that can be pulled

A/n: hugs and smooches to @iamasaddie for the gif🌸

MASTERLIST

*****

“What are we making?”

You jump hearing Joel’s gruff voice right at your ear.

“Joel! I’m holding a knife!” you exclaim, pressing your free hand to your chest. Your heart is booming under your palm as you are silently cursing your sneaky husband.

He hugs you from behind, caging you against the counter, and you breathe out your tension, feeling his warm body pressed to your back.

“What are you cooking, baby?” His scruff is rubbing your shoulder as he’s pushing the fabric of your home dress out of his way and kisses the spot at the crease of your neck.

You smile already melting from this cute gesture but don’t turn around. You focus back on the task at hand - chopping a pepper.

“Salad,” you reply.

He hums and you feel his hands glide from your waist down to your sides. While you’re working the knife, trying not to cut your finger off, he bunches up the skirt of your dress and his warm palms grab your hips.

“Nah-ah,” you slither out of his embrace and step to the sink. “I’m hungry, Joel,” you say, feeling a pang of guilt for refusing him but nonetheless enjoying the way he glares at you under his brows, hands still braced on the counter. He looks so sexy like this.

“You can wait until after the dinner, right?”

You give him a sweet smile before turning on the water. You grab a cucumber out of a big bowl and start washing it. Joel’s intent stare is focused on you while your hands are gliding around the vegetable. You forget about your audience for a second doing a thorough job cleaning the cucumber until it squeaks under your palms. Suddenly Joel curses under his breath and storms out of the room.

You furrow your brows, confused by his behavior and hoping that you haven’t offended him. But Joel is caring and always attentive to your needs, even when he’s thinking with his perfect cock.

So you dry the cucumber and return to your chopping board.

Joel doesn’t sneak up on you this time but you still jump when you hear him shout, “DON’T! Don’t cut it!”

You freeze clutching the knife in your hand, but now it’s trembling with rage rather than with fear like before.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shrill and turn around before throwing the knife on the counter.

Joel walks to one of the cupboards, opens it and after a few seconds of consideration takes something out.

Your eyes are wide and you hope the heat of your fiery glower can burn him. It seems that he feels it, judging by the way he inches towards you with a little apologetic smile, holding out a protein bar.

“Sorry for scaring you, baby,” he coos, stepping up to you, “Here. Have a snack.”

“I don’t want a fucking snack, Joel,” you grumble looking up at the man from behind your eyebrows, “From now on you’re banned from the kitchen when I’m cooking, you hear me?

“Yeah, yeah. But after today, ‘k?” He opens the protein bar and brings it to your lips. You don’t eat it, standing immovable in front of him, still throwing daggers at his handsome face.

“C’mon, sweetheart. I really want you.” He puts the bar on the counter and his hands start gently rubbing your arms, moving up and down. He pecks your cheek, the other one, plants a kiss on your nose and forehead. His moustache tickles you and you giggle trying to dodge the kisses he’s peppering all over your face.

With your palms on his broad chest, you give up and let him embrace you. He presses his hips to yours and you feel him hard against your mound.

You whimper, blaming your weak pussy for the way you crumble only after sensing the shape of his stiff cock.

Joel licks his lips and leans down to give you a heady kiss, passionate but soft. His hands are touching you everywhere - kneading your breasts, squeezing your ass cheeks, running through your hair and pulling on it lightly.

Soon you’re moaning into his mouth, soaking your panties, and buck your hips into his.

“Oh, what is it? Thought you were hungry, baby. Guess your slutty pussy wants to swallow my cock more, huh?”

You whine nuzzling his neck while a fire starts burning inside your core. Dinner be damned, you want to be filled with his cock.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks, pushes the board and the knife to the side and lifts you, setting you on the counter.

In a second your panties are discarded on the floor and Joel is kneeling next to them.

He grabs your ankle and pushes your leg up, placing one foot on the counter. Your glistening pussy blooms for him and you bite your lip when cold air hits your heated folds.

Not waiting for an invitation, Joel latches onto your clit and you mewl with pleasure, eyes shut, hands pulling on his hair. His hot tongue is swirling eights against your bud while his thick fingers prod your wet hole before he pushes them in and starts pumping in and out. He curves them just right and you come undone, clit twitching against his tongue, pussy clenching on his digits.

Joel pulls them out and licks them clean while you’re panting, mind and vision hazy after a bright orgasm.

Joel gets up and while you’re reveling in the post orgasmic euphoria you don’t notice his hand sneaking behind you.

Something cold touches your leg and you open your eyes seeing Joel slide a tip of the cucumber up and down your inner thigh.

"Joel, what are you doing?" you giggle nervously trying to close your legs.

"Shh... l've got an idea," he says, holding your legs open for him with his big hands on your inner thighs. "All your fault, sweetheart. When you were washing it...Damn it. The way your hands glided over this thing. My dick loved it."

"Ehm,” is the only thing you can say. You're surprised and even more so when he takes out a condom out of his pocket. You haven't used one in a while with you being on the pill and him being the biggest fan of creampies.

"I can, right, baby?" He asks before opening the package with his teeth and pulling the condom out.

"Do you... what do you..?" You mumble trying to gather your thoughts after the recent orgasm and wrap your head around whatever his intention is.

Your jaw drops when you watch him put the condom on the long thick vegetable like it's some weird sex ed class and he says,

"Gonna fuck you with this cucumber, 'k?"

“But Joel…it’s big,” you mewl, eyeing the thing and trying to imagine it in your pussy.

“My cock is big, baby, and you take it so well. And I’ll get you ready, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

You look at the cucumber, then into Joel’s pleading eyes and feel your pussy get curious and start tingling again at the promise of something long and thick stuffed inside it.

You nod and Joel beams at you and takes you in his arms.

“Let’s get you to the bed.”

***

A few moments later you’re lying on your bed, completely naked, with a couple of pillows stuffed under your back, so you could see and control what’s about to happen to your pussy.

Joel’s sitting on his heels between your legs, spotting a giant tent in his boxers but he doesn’t do anything about it. His hand is gripping your knee, and he’s holding a bottle of lube in the other, warming it up. The cucumber is on the bed next to your hip, looking thicker and longer than Joel’s cock. And Joel’s cock is huge. You swallow loudly and Joel notices your tension.

“Breathe, baby,” Joel says, giving you a warm smile. “I’ll be careful,” he murmurs and you know he will. Something warm and fuzzy moves in your stomach and you whisper back, “I trust you.”

His eyes are blown with lust, lips glistening and you feel you can come just from an image of him being so thirsty for you.

His fingers trail from your knee to your pussy until he brings them to your clit and begins gently stroking it.

Joel puts the lube on the bed and slowly pushes three fingers into your hole, palm up. They move in and out easily but apparently it’s not enough.

“Play with your tits, sweetheart. C’mon,”

He doesn’t have to repeat it, in a second you’re kneading your breasts, twitching your hardened nipples and your pussy clenches as a new wave of arousal ripples through your body. You moan and rock your hips desperate for more stimulation.

“Joel, stick it in me already!”

He chuckles as his little finger joins the other three inside your pussy.

“Attagirl. Ready?”

You nod and open your thighs wider. Joel's digits leave your stretched hole and he gets the unconventional sex toy ready, squirting some lube on it and spreading it with his fingers. Caressing your bud with one hand, he brings the cucumber to your crying hole and nudges it with the tip.

You breathe in sharply feeling something cold and hard at the softest and warmest place of your body.

You whimper when he slides the firm vegetable between your folds and then starts slowly pushing it in your wet entrance. The stretch makes your muscles tense but Joel swirls your clit between his fingers and the dull pain subsides almost instantly.

“Tell me and I’ll stop,” he says, love and affection coating his voice.

Joel doesn’t tear his eyes from the sight of him feeding this huge cucumber to your pussy. He inserts a few inches of the stiff vegetable in and pulls it out almost to the end and then pushes it in again, deeper now.

He repeats these actions a few times and you whimper, clutching the sheets with your fingers as the cucumber’s bumps are deliciously massaging your walls.

“Damn it, baby, I wanna be this thing so fucking much right now,” Joel groans and grips your thigh harder.

“Yeah?” you breathe out, fluttering your eyes shut when you feel the tip rub against your soft spot.

You love when Joel's cock ruins your little cunt but you’re experiencing such an unusual novice sensation at this moment that you don’t want it to leave your pussy yet.

“Don’t stop, Joel. Please,” You plead as your cunt clenches around the vegetable.

“Fuck, look at it.”

His hand leaves the cucumber and when your walls contract, your cunt sucks it deeper on its own. You’re both mesmerized, eyes half lidded and hazy, mouths slightly opened, watching the cucumber stick out of your hungry hole.

“She’s swallowing it on her own. Greedy little pussy. You’re really enjoying it, huh?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles.

“That’s my girl.”

“Joel?” You call when he gets a hold of the cucumber again. “Come here. Give me your cock.”

You motion to the spot next to you on the bed.

“But don’t stop fucking me with it,” you hastily add, earning a chuckle from Joel.

“At this rate you won’t need me anymore,” he complains, pouting his lips but breathing into a grin.

“Never, I love the taste of your cock too much.”

Joel gently pulls the cucumber out of your pussy and gets closer to your face.

He stands on his knees and pulls his cock out. It’s painfully hard, bobbing over your face and dripping precum everywhere.

“Oh, Joel, give it.” You lick your lips and lift yourself on your elbows.

Your mouth reaches his fat head and you lick and suck it, drinking his salty precum. His desperate moan makes you feel slightly guilty for not offering to blow him earlier.

Joel leans down a little and starts fucking you with the cucumber again. You take his length deeper in your mouth and suck on his stiff cock caressing the underside with your tongue. His soft lower belly rubs against your forehead while he’s thrusting the vegetable in and out with faster strokes. You’re a complete mess, the mixture of lube and your slick sliding down to your asshole and soaking the bedding under you.

“Fuck…won’t last, sweetheart. Your mouth is killing me…damn, wish you could see your pussy, baby…you’re talking it so fucking well…my perfect girl.”

You gasp around his cock when he leans lower and takes your throbbing clit between his lips again. He’s sloppily licking your folds, sucking on your sensitive bud and you feel the warmth of your upcoming climax turn into scorching heat. He pushes the cucumber in and out once, twice and you explode, crying and whimpering, mouth full of his cock.

Apparently Joel was waiting just for that.

He finally erupts into your throat with a loud groan and you’re swallowing his warm cum as your back arches, pussy clumps on the stiffness inside you and fireworks burst in your mind.

You drink him to the last drop, and his mouth doesn’t leave your pussy either, he’s rubbing your clit with the flat of his tongue until you push him away, being overstimulated.

You part from his softening cock and plop your back on the bed catching your breath. Joel slowly pulls the cucumber out of your soaked hole and falls next to you panting heavily.

“Thank you for letting me do this, baby,” he coos before giving you a gentle kiss. Then he takes the glistening condom off, throws it on the bed and hands you the cucumber. “Here’s your dinner back,” he chuckles and you giggle with him.

“No way, Joel. First of all, we’re ordering in tonight and second,” you press the cucumber to your chest, making heart eyes at it, “I’m not eating him.”

“Him?”

“Yep. He’s living with us now,” you say trying to contain your laughter, “I’m gonna call him Dave.”

“Little slut,” Joel growls, pins you to the bed and shuts you up with a kiss.

*****

Thank you for reading!🌸

Comments and reblogs will make me very happy and help to spread my work!💖

Masterlist

Tag list: @milla-frenchy @harriedandharassed @missannfairy @iamasaddie @nervousmumbling @bbyanarchist @stevie75 @puduvallee @auteurdelabre @mountainsandmayhem @senoratess @flamingochick55 @theoraekenslover

[reiderwriter]

hi i love your writing

could you do something with reid loving that reader is pregnant. fluff or smut or both

A/N Hello! Thanks for the request! Dad!Spencer is the cutest thing on the planet so this is some unapologetic fluff. And now I have baby fever.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, idiots in love. Loosely based on Haley and Hotch's conversation in 1x1. Very fluffy and probably very cheesy and sentimental too... Sorry, you give me girl dad Spencer and suddenly there isn't an impure thought in my head, I just want to lovingly stare at him like I'm the dead wife in an action movie montage.

My requests are open, check out my masterlist for more 🌸

“Okay, what about Amelia?”

“No, Amelia Dyer, Victorian serial killer. She killed multiple infants over a thirty-year period.”

“Okay, okay, how about, Myra?”

“Myra Hindley, she and her partner Ian Brady abducted and killed five children and teens in the early sixties.”

“God, not that then. There can’t be a psychopathic murderer called Belle, right?”

“You’re making this too easy for me, y’know. Belle Gunness, Hell’s Belle, she’s one of the most prolific female serial killers of all time, even 100 years after her supposed death. It’s fascinating, you know, people think that she actually faked her death - when the doctor who performed the postmortem testified, he noted that the cadaver was about five inches shorter and about fifty pounds lighter than Gunness supposedly was….” You raise a single eyebrow at your wonderful husband, and he immediately shuts up.

“I’m rambling aren’t I?” He smiled down at you as you sat curled up as much as you could in your favorite spot on the couch, the cosiest part of your shared apartment. You smiled back up at him as he leaned down for a kiss and you gladly craned your neck up in response, meeting his lips for a sweet moment.

“Hotch was right you know,” you joked when the two of you parted. “All of the best baby names have been taken by serial killers.”

“Yeah, you’d think with the ratio of female to male serial killers, a girl would be easier to name.” He leans down to kiss you again before falling into a crouch next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and placing his hand on your stomach.

“How big did you say our little girl is now?”

“Y/N, you asked me that half an hour ago. I know pregnancy messes with your brain a bit, but if you’re that bad we’re going to have to get you back to Dr Patel and see if you’re doing okay.” He was joking of course, but you showed him your little pout anyway, knowing that he loved seeing the silly expression on your face.

“Humor me, Doctor.” He strokes your stomach and moves away, but not too far away, taking up right next to you on the couch, and pulling your legs over his lap.

“At five months, she’s roughly 10 inches long with a weight of about 0.5-1 pound. But that ‘How Big is My Baby’ book would say that she’s roughly one banana in length.” You giggled up at him and he grabbed your hand and just held it, content to have you in his arms in any way, big or small.

“I can’t believe it’s been five months already,” you giggle as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I get it. It doesn’t feel quite real yet to me, either. I thought for so long that fatherhood just wasn’t in my future, but you’re the gift that keeps on giving I guess. I don't know what I did to deserve you.” Even if the words weren’t so sweet, with all of the hormones, you would’ve started crying at anything. Or at least that’s what you’re going to tell him when he sees the small tears threatening to drop into enormous loving sobs.

“Spencer Reid, I am not a gift. I am simply the woman with the correct combination of sense and foolish luck that got to marry you.” He’d done this before, and you were used to his small habit of self-deprecating talk, but after a year of marriage and three years of dating before that, you’d managed to work him down to the occasional comment.

“Don’t try to argue about this, I’m definitely the one benefitting the most from the situation right now,” he joked with you, and you could see the genuine adoration shining from behind his eyes. It was a little spark that not many got to see, a glimpse of true happiness in someone usually so reserved.

“Spencer, you’ve given me foot rubs everyday this week, you’ve read more pregnancy and parenting books than every OBGYN and midwife in the area combined, and you’ve somehow attended more of my clinical check-ups than me, and I’m the one whose pregnant.”

“And you’re growing our child inside of you, which is itself more impressive than anything I could ever do with a book and some modern acts of chivalry.”

“Yeah, tell your boss that. I think the only thing keeping Emily from pulling her hair out over your constant absences is that she thinks she’s competing for the title of godmother. She thinks Penelope and JJ are trying to corrupt me with parenting advice and all those baby clothes Pen keeps bringing over.”

“She’s going to be crushed when she remembers we’re not religious, right?”

“Devastated,” the two of you shared a laugh on the couch, and it quickly devolved into a giggle fit after Spencer leaned over and tickled your side. You jolted away from his touch, but he was on you again, attacking your sides with small caresses, and you were gasping for breath between laughs.

“Spence stop- ahh!” Your squeals stopped as you cried out in shock. It was small but you felt something tap against your stomach. Spencer stopped immediately upon seeing your expression change, and a serious look settled on him as he assessed you for any damage.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain anywhere, is the baby okay?” He shot out the questions rapidly, one after the other, barely leaving space to catch his own breath from the laughter of earlier.

It happened again and you put a hand to your stomach, finally realising what’s going on.

“I think I just felt her kick. Spencer, I think I just felt the baby kick.” You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face, as much as you couldn’t help the tear that dropped from your eye as your hand rested against your belly again, scared to move for fear that the baby wouldn’t communicate with you again.

“What? Now? Can I- Can I try and feel it, too?” His hands hesitated at first but when you enthusiastically nodded and used your other hand to put him close to yours, you could feel his eagerness to feel the small kicks of your daughter as well.

Almost as if she was waiting for him, as soon as his hand was in the right position, your little girl kicked again, almost as if screaming “I’m here mommy and daddy,” for the two of you to hear.

“I think she’s trying to tell us not to have fun without her,” Reid whispered in your ear, kissing your tear streaked cheek, and using his free hand to rub them away from the other side of your face.

“I am so thankful everyday for this gift you have given me. And for the record, the gift isn’t the baby. The gift is the overwhelming happiness you bring to my life, and the beauty you make me see in this world. The fact that you’re going to be the mother of my child gives me the confidence to get up and go to work every morning because I know that there is joy and there is kindness and there are beautiful people in this world, and you are one, and she will be, too.”

His attempts to dry your tears are now completely vanquished as you let your emotions run wild, but you almost laugh when you realise that his eyes are just as glassy as yours, and you both sit there, overwhelmed by the pure, unadulterated joy that a small kick from a child who has yet to be given a name has bought you.

[radiant-reid]

Imagine reader being pregnant and telling Reid on Father’s day and its just really cuteee🌸🥰🥰

forever dreaming about telling him i'm pregnant with his baby

Spencer has no idea what today is.

Not only has he been out on a case for the week and doesn't what TV enough to see the advertisements, but he also doesn't have a dad worthy of getting a gift for.

So there's no reason for Spencer to know that this June Sunday is Father's Day. But after today, he'll always know when he's getting celebrated.

"Mm, what's the occasion?" His voice makes you grin as you flip pancakes. He got in last night, and after sleeping for 13 hours, he's finally up, looking adorable as he rubs his eyes. And attractive in only pajama pants that hang low on his hips.

"Hi." You walk over, feet padding against the hardwood floor.

You fall onto his chest, hugging him as his hand gravitates to rubbing your back and his head rests on top of yours.

"Pancakes are a good news food." He tells you. "French toast is usual."

You should have known your profiler husband would pick something was going on as soon as he saw you in person. On the phone, you could lie by omission a little easier.

"Spence." You groan, leaning your head back. "You're the most handsome surprise ruiner ever."

A laugh leaves his hips. "Kind of backhanded." He chuckles, and it's the most beautiful sound. He kisses you softly, but, as expected, he's on a mission, and he won't stop until he has all the answers. "Tell me what's going on, beautiful."

You sigh dramatically, regrettably breaking away from him. "Close your eyes." You instruct, and he furrows his eyebrows, not complying. "Please, you already ruined my surprise."

"Okay." He agrees, cupping one hand over his eyes. "But I'm really confused now."

You move away to go and get them from your handbag. Three positive tests that have made your dreams together come true.

You place them in his hands, standing back slightly and excitedly waiting for his reaction. It's going to be good, and you can't wait.

His eyes light up immediately when he opens them and realizes what he's holding. "No way!" He shouts. "You're serious?"

You nod eagerly, and you don't have time to say anything before Spencer scoops you up in his arms, twirling you around in the kitchen.

He stops abruptly, cupping your cheeks and kissing you passionately. "Oh my gosh, we did it! You did it! You're amazing."

"Spence?" You say, stopping him from a long ramble about how incredible you are. He can get around to that later. "Happy Father's Day."

He's quickly tearful, and he smiles even wider. "That's... maybe the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I cannot wait to be a dad."

You can't wait to see him as a dad either. He's going to kill it. "I can't wait for you to be a dad. You'll be the best one there is."

[peachdues]

Bundle of Joy

Part 1/2 of a secret-pregnancy drabble between Sanemi and the Reader, who is the Lunar Hashira (not the same one from TWAHM). Protective/soft Sanemi, but the other Hashira don't know he's the daddy.

CW: suggestive/smut, blood, pregnancy, difficult labor. Sanemi is a dick to everyone but is so soft for Y/N.

You can find Part Two here and the prequel one-shot here

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Pregnant, Kocho had said, you’re pregnant.

She had sat there for a moment, too stunned to say anything right away. Her eyes flitted between the gentle look on the Insect Hashira’s face and the results of the blood work clutched in her hand.

Pregnant.

In retrospect, Y/N knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. Sanemi was a passionate lover, and she loved being the object of his passion, in both the bedroom and in those quiet, stolen moments shared at one another’s estates, away from prying eyes.

And sometimes, there were less-than-quiet moments where a certain someone had begged Sanemi to stay inside and give it to me, baby, please!

Okay, Y/N conceded, maybe those moments occurred more than sometimes (far more), and Sanemi had only been too happy to oblige her.

And so Y/N was pregnant.

“Well, that’s a surprise!” Y/N said with a soft chuckle, absent mindedly placing a hand over her flat stomach.

Kocho watched Y/N for a moment. “Y/N,” Y/N was surprised to hear Kocho refer to her by her first name, even more so when Kocho moved to place a hand over hers. “you are more than free to keep the child that comes from this pregnancy, or…” Kocho furrowed her eyebrows, struggling to phrase the information delicately, “we have things here that would terminate the pregnancy early. It would be painless.” She promised.

Y/N blinked in surprise. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, but the thought of not letting the the child in her belly grow… no, she couldn’t do that.

“Thank you, Shinobu, truly,” Y/N squeezed her hand lightly. “But I wish to see this through.”

Kocho nodded, withdrawing her hand to reach for a stack of papers stacked besides her on the small exam table. “Well in that case, I will need to inform the Master right away. You can still perform some missions for now, but nothing too strenuous. The first few months of pregnancy are quite tricky.” Shinobu began scribbling down a message, but paused mid-word.

“Y/N… is the father… involved?”

Ah. That problem.

It wasn’t so much a problem for her and Sanemi as it was for everyone else. When they had finally given in to the simmering desire between them while training more than a year earlier, neither of them had intended for it to continue. But one time had not been nearly enough, and suddenly, Y/N had found herself craving his voice, his touch, and his lips, and he, hers. It had not taken long for them to realize how ridiculously, stupidly in love they were.

But they had both agreed to not tell the other Hashira — or anyone — about their affair. The decision mostly stemmed from practicality; the Master, while he did not oppose relationships amongst the Hashira, did have a practice of not pairing them up together once their relationship was made public. The Master believed, ultimately, it was too risky, as both would seek to protect the other, potentially to the detriment of civilians and other slayers alike.

It was a rational justification, but it did little to stifle the electricity which cackled between the two Pillars. It held little weight against the stony will of Sanemi Shinuzagawa.

Sanemi had been the first one to crack during an intense sparring session. He had caught Y/N off guard after she had dodged an attack, using the wind to pitch himself into her blind spot and sweep her shapely legs from beneath her.

But Y/N had never been one to go down without a fight, so she had wound the Wind Pillar’s haori around her fist mid-fall, and successfully brought him right down with her.

On top of her.

Sanemi had fallen with a grunt, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he realized Y/N had still managed to out-maneuver him, even after he had bested her. His full weight upon her, he had stared at her with a bewildered look in his eyes, breathing hard out of his nose as he struggled to collect himself.

His eyes flitted down once to Y/N’s fist, still wrapped in his haori, before they had lifted back up to her mouth, settling on that stupid, shit-eating smirk she had.

There had been no thoughts in Sanemi’s head as he crashed his mouth against hers in a flurry of lips and teeth.

Y/N had been frozen for half a second before she snapped back into herself and hauled him closer, meeting each demanding swipe of his tongue stroke for stroke.

Within minutes both of of the Pillars’ clothing had been reduced to shreds, and Sanemi’s head had found a home between Y/N’s legs. It had taken embarrassingly little effort on his part to bring her over the edge not once, but twice.

And when he finally flipped her on all fours and rammed his proud length into her desperate core, Y/N had come apart again, half-sobbing his surname as pleasure mixed with pain from overstimulation.

“You know my fuckin’ name. Use it.” He had snarled in between the ruthless snapping of his hips against her.

That night, Shinazugawa had made sure Y/N could only say one word:

Sanemi. Sanemi. Sanemi.

And when it was finally over, and the two had collapsed next to each other on the dirt ground of his training ring, spent and satisfied, Sanemi had told the sweaty Lunar Pillar that she was to report to his Mansion for training sessions forthwith.

Nightly training sessions.

Because one taste had ignited an inferno of desire between the two of them that could not be snuffed out. It could only be tamed when Y/N’s fingers buried themselves in his hair as his own tight grip on her hips and thighs left marks on her skin, his hips setting a relentless and savage pace as he rutted into her, wanton and needy. A fire that could only be soothed when Sanemi sent her hurtling over the edge of her pleasure and found himself free-falling after her, spilling himself inside her warmth until she was filled with nothing but him.

It had not been long before the emotional passion followed their more carnal desires. Y/N had known she was in deep when she had confessed to him her deepest fears of not living past the age of her elder brother and falling to demons the same way he had. She knew he felt the same way when, in the middle of the night, having been startled awake from some unseen terrors in his mind, he stopped leaving the futon they shared to sit out on the engawa stare up at the moon, instead seeking the comfort of her embrace, burying his nose into her hair as he willed his heartbeat to slow.

And so, for more than a year, the two Hashira had kept up the charade of being disinterested co-workers in public, concealing their endless passion, adoration, and concern for one another that they held in private. It appeared that none of the other Pillars were any the wiser.

The only difficulty now would be in how to tell him the news.

She would tell him, of course, the moment she returned to his estate in the dead of night, when she knew the other Hashira would be sleeping or out on patrol, far away from the grounds of Sanemi’s manor. Y/N would tell him, and then they would decide how to move forward, together.

Sanemi, who was so strong, so capable, was also so, so protective. He knew that Y/N was more than capable of handling herself on missions, but too much personal tragedy had scarred him and he found himself unable to leave her completely alone. Even if she had been assigned to complete what was technically a solo mission, Sanemi was always within a few miles to rush to her aid, should she need it. And Y/N was the same way with him. A true team, who could and would figure out how to deal with any obstacle.

But until then…

Y/N smiled, attempting to reassure Shinobu. “I’ll take care of it. Thank you, Shinobu, truly.”

Shinobu pursed her lips, debating whether to push her friend further on the matter. It wasn’t her place to pry, true, but she couldn’t help but worry.

While Shinobu knew Y/N could handle herself— very well — she also knew how it was to be a woman in society. Men were relentless in their pursuit of forcing women to do things against their will; their destructive creativity knew no bounds.

But Shinobu also knew that pushing any woman in such a situation could make her clam up, could make her resist help — or even treatment. So, Shinobu resolved to keep quiet for now, but to keep a close eye on Y/N throughout her pregnancy.

Had she known at the time of the Insect Pillar’s concerns, Y/N would have fallen off of Shinobu’s examination table in a fit of hysterics. The idea that Sanemi, Mr. Made-Madea-Piss-Himself-for-Harassing-a-Young-Slayer, would ever do anything she hadn’t wanted him to do was laughable — as if he didn’t have her begging and pleading for him to do more to her every night.

But Y/N didn’t know, and so she left the Butterfly Mansion without another word. Shinobu sent off her crow to the Master with the Lunar Pillar’s news, pulling Aoi aside to instruct her to monitor the pregnant woman throughout the upcoming months for anything amiss — bruises, unexplained injuries, general skittishness — and to report it immediately to her.

Shinobu may not have known the circumstances of Y/N’s pregnancy, but she did know she would not let harm come to her or her growing child.

———————

Sanemi had wept like a baby when Y/N told him that night.

The man who looked as though he were stone hewn by the wind itself fell to his knees and cried like Y/N had never seen before. He pressed his forehead against the flat expanse of her stomach, raining soft kisses across her abdomen as he held his love close.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered, between the pressing of his lips against her skin while she ran her fingers through his windswept hair, “Thank you for this gift.”

After Sanemi wiped his eyes, he made sure to spend the rest of the night showing Y/N exactly how grateful he was, though with a newfound gentleness. Sanemi typically took her roughly in a way that had Y/N’s eyes rolling back into her head, begging desperately for more. That night, however, he had treated her with such softness and love that it nearly shattered her heart. He had spent the entirety of the night holding her tightly against him, her name falling like a prayer from his lips while he gently rocked into her, whispering how beautiful she was and would look as she grew his child.

The next morning was not as beautiful.

“You’re retiring.” He said sternly as he poured her tea first, then his.

“No, I’m not,” Y/N retorted evenly, “Kocho said I could take low-risk missions until my next appointment with her, and that she would reassess her recommendation then.”

Sanemi stopped pouring his tea, setting the pot down a touch too hard. “Y/N. The first few months of pregnancy are when the mother is the most at risk for losing the child. I will not have you putting yourself in situations where that is a very real possibility.” He reached for her hand, closed in a fist on the table. “I…” he struggled to find his words. “I watched my mother… lose a few pregnancies at the hands of my father,” he spat the last word, but when he looked up at her, his eyes were tender; pleading. “I do not want to see you suffer through the pain that she did.”

Y/N softened at that revelation. She had known about Sanemi’s painful childhood, but the news about his mother’s lost pregnancies was new.

But this was different. She was a Hashira, not a housewife.

“This is… our thing, right now, isn’t it?” Y/N asked lightly, holding her steaming cup of jasmine tea between her hands, relishing in its comforting warmth. Sanemi said nothing but nodded, as he waited for her to continue.

“I’m not ready to share us with the world just yet."

Sanemi’s lips tightened, and his eyes fell to the floor. “Are you…unhappy with this news? He asked quietly. “Do you… feel ashamed… of…” His voice trailed off, but Y/N heard what he was asking all the same.

Ashamed of me?

Y/N’s head snapped up, and within a flash she was on her knees before him, clasping his large hand between her smaller ones. Sanemi kept his eyes resolutely on the floor rather than meet her piercing gaze, and Y/N tightened her grip.

“I need you to look at me when I tell you this,” she tugged lightly on his hand. Slowly, his eyes lifted from the floor and rested on her face, and Y/N’s heart clenched at the softness she saw reflected in his lilac gaze.

“I love you.” Y/N said simply, a small smile tugging on the corner of her pretty mouth. “I love you and I love our child. I thank the stars every day for you.” Sanemi’s breath caught in his chest at her words, and his hand returned her squeeze.

“But as you said, the first few months of pregnancy are difficult. I don’t want this news out before we’re ready to share it, especially in case of,-“ Y/N shut her eyes briefly, trying to shake away the encroaching panic she felt at the idea of losing the child growing in her womb. “In case something happens.” She managed.

“But if I retire now, there will be questions that I’m not ready to answer.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, feeling slightly guilty about the show she was about to put on. “But I need you to trust Shinobu’s medical opinion on this. To trust me.” Y/N pleaded, bringing his callused hand to her lips, brushing soft kisses over his scarred knuckles. “I need you to trust that I know my limits.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa would never admit it, but he was a sucker for Y/N’s pretty face. A bat of her eyelashes and a nuzzle of her face into his hand brought him to his knees in an instant.

“No dangerous missions. Minor demons only. Cleanup. That’s it.” Sanemi proposed, his voice gruff.

Y/N knew, of course, that Sanemi would still find a way to shadow her whenever she would be sent on a mission close enough to his location, and to be honest, she couldn’t blame him. After all, it was his child she carried. But he was willing to compromise — to try — for her.

So Y/N smiled. “Deal.”

———————————-

Pregnancy had generally been uneventful.

Shinobu had insisted at the start of Y/N’s second trimester that she abstain from future slaying missions (much to her chagrin and Sanemi’s joy), but she encouraged Y/N to continue training under the supervision of the girls at the Butterfly Mansion in order to maintain her abilities.

Of course, once missions were off the table, Y/N knew she had to come clean to the other Hashira.

Almost clean.

She had told them the essentials — she was with child and she was keeping it. Y/N and Sanemi had already agreed not to share that he was the child’s father, again out of concern that once the child had been delivered, the two would never again be permitted to share missions together.

To the other Pillars’ credit, no one pushed her for paternity details. Y/N suspected that Shinobu had shared her hypothesis with them, that the father at best was uninvolved, at worst, might attempt to do harm to her if he knew.

Sanemi said nothing in his own defense, and even talked Y/N down from screaming at the lot of them on his behalf. He informed her that as a result of Shinobu, the other Hashira had formed a little pact to protect both Y/N and her (their) unborn child at all costs.

Sanemi found great relief in this, given that he was still being sent on missions. The promise among the other Pillars meant someone was watching over Y/N at all times, should she ever need assistance. And, because he had also agreed to partake in this pact, Sanemi was guaranteed alone time with Y/N at her estate, without the added pressure of sneaking around the other Pillars. Thus, he had been content to sit back and keep the knowledge that she carried his child close to his chest.

And Sanemi had been so attentive to Y/N throughout the months of her pregnancy. He constantly worried about her comfort and sought to make pregnancy as easy as possible. He awoke at all hours of the night to fix something that would satisfy her insane cravings. He would arrive home from missions and kiss her so sweetly, Y/N thought her heart would burst, before pressing his ear against the growing swell of her belly to listen to his child’s small heartbeat and lavish Y/N with kisses and soft praises. In the later months of her pregnancy, he would be sure to rotate Y/N’s sleeping form throughout the night to ensure she wouldn’t wake up in pain or discomfort.

And throughout it all, he maintained his passionate physical love for her, though more gently so as not to risk hurting Y/N or their child. But he worshipped her body with such fervor that it often reduced Y/N to tears.

When Sanemi was away, the other Hashira took turns keeping Y/N company, and each Pillar took on a special role for her. Uzui and his wives showered her with new clothes, fitted to accommodate her growing belly, and the wives lauded her with compliments. Mitsuri had become her meal-time buddy, the two of them nearly eating their way through the entire pantry stock of both their mansions in a single evening.

And so, pregnancy itself, had been easy.

Labor, when it arrived, was an entirely different matter.

Labor hurt.

Y/N had known something was wrong the moment her water had burst, having barely registered the wetness that slipped down her legs due to the agony that followed, leaving Y/N feeling as though she was being ripped open from the inside.

Y/N’s ears rang with a scream she had not realized was her own until she felt her throat burn. Her knees buckled, and she would have hit the ground had Uzui and Rengoku not materialized out of thin air, having noticed her from across the courtyard outside of her estate. The pair stood on either side, working to catch her before her knees could bite into the rocks below.

“We need to get her to Kocho, right away,” Uzui said to Rengoku. “I can run ahead and let the Butterfly Mansion know we’re coming. Can you get her there?” The Sound Hashira asked Rengoku, who nodded.

“Come, Y/L/N, I’ll take care of you,” Rengoku said warmly, lifting her up into his arms before taking off at a break-neck speed. Y/N clutched the front of his robes, hissing as another wave of excruciating pain washed through her.

“Sorry- ah— Rengoku, I might tear your uniform.” Y/N said through gritted teeth, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.

Regoku’s deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “No worries, Y/L/N! I have plenty of uniforms. He glanced down at his friend, a comforting smile tugging on his lips, “You do what you need to do to help manage the pain.” He added kindly.

Y/N held onto the Flame Pillar’s robes for dear life, as she tried to keep herself from crying out, head falling against her friend’s chest. Above them, a raven circled once, twice, before heading east, its wings beating frantically.

The Butterfly Mansion had just come into sight when the unmistakable scent of iron hit Y/N’s nose. She tried to sit up in Rengoku’s arms to look over the large swell of her stomach, panic beginning to spread through her chest. Before she could confirm the source of the smell, Y/N collapsed back into Rengoku’s arms.

“Is-is that-?” Y/N trembled, her voice unusually high.

Rengoku’s nostrils flared slightly as he too, took notice of the scent. He only had to tilt his head slightly to the side to see below Y/N’s pregnant belly, his expression grim.

“Kyojuro,” Y/N whimpered, her grip on the front of his uniform slackening.

Rengoku turned his gaze back to Y/N’s, his expression soft and comforting as a kind smile chased away whatever shadow had been there.

“You are doing so well, Y/L/N! Truly! You will deliver this child in no time.” He said warmly, the hand holding her against him squeezing reassuringly.

Y/N may have been in blinding pain, but she did not fail to notice how the Flame Pillar clutched her tighter to him, his pace quickening as he sped towards the Butterfly Mansion.

Rengoku had all but leapt the last length of their journey, swiftly landing at the entrance to Kocho’s residence. The Insect Pillar was already waiting outside for them, alongside Uzui and a small team of Butterfly Mansion girls who were prepared to open doors and clear hallways for them.

“Come with me,” Shinobu ordered the moment Rengoku’s feet touched the ground, her eyes scanning over Y/N’s ashen face. Shinobu’s gaze snagged at the bloodstain spreading across the lower middle of the light cotton kimono Y/N wore.

Wordlessly, the small group of Hashira swept through the halls of the Butterfly House, escorted by Shinobu’s staff. The Insect Pillar drew up short outside of a small room in the back of the main hallway, urgently motioning Rengoku through the doorway.

“Uzui, grab Y/N’s legs. Rengoku, move your arms to support under her ribs,” Shinobu ordered the two men as she dunked her hands in a bucket of cold, soapy water, quickly scrubbing at her skin. “You both need to work together to lower her onto the birthing bed.” Shinobu pointedly looked to the small, white futon that lay in the middle of the wooden floor, its blankets already pulled back in anticipation of the pregnant woman now panting in Rengoku’s arms.

The pain in her lower belly was unbearable, and Y/N could not stop herself from crying out as she felt the two male Pillars gently readjust her so they could lower her as Shinobu ordered. Hot tears clung to her eyelashes as she gasped out, breathing becoming difficult through the haze of the pain.

Shinobu, having finished cleaning her hands, moved to kneel at Y/N’s feet. The Insect Pillar adjusted the futon’s cotton blanket to cover Y/N from the waist-down before gently spreading her legs and propping them up on either side of her.

“Y/N,” Shinobu said firmly, rolling up the bottom of the futon blanket to Y/N’s knees so she could examine her friend. “Y/N, you need to get your breathing under control. Your distress is affecting your body’s ability to heal, and it will harm the child.”

Y/N whimpered, a tear rolling down her cheek. Eyes closing, Y/N took a shuddering breath, willing her heart to slow its wild thumping in her chest and her body to relax. She managed for all of two breaths before another wave of pain rocked through her, causing her to cry out.

“Dammit,” Shinobu swore, as a fresh wave of blood spilled from between Y/N’s legs, staining her trembling thighs crimson. Both Uzui and Rengoku stood back behind Y/N’s head, their eyes wide as the smell of blood hit them.

Shinobu wracked her brain, trying to think of something, anything, that would help her friend calm down enough to get her breathing under control, to get her body to stop fighting her labor.

“Y/N, does the father know? Does he know the child is coming?” Shinobu blurted, as she tried to wipe away the blood that was rapidly pooling beneath Y/N’s center.

It had taken a moment for Shinobu’s words to fully register in Y/N’s mind. Her heart stuttered as she remembered that Sanemi was on a mission, at least half a day’s journey from the Butterfly Mansion.

Y/N’s eyes filled with fresh tears not from the endless pain, but from the realization that Sanemi might not make it here in time, might not make it before she…

“He’s t-too far.” Y/N half-sobbed, back bowing off the futon as her body seized with the strain of labor, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to breathe through the contraction.

Uzui stepped forward from his spot against the back wall. “Nothing is too far for me, Y/N” he said gently, “tell me where he is, and I can get him here in a flash.”

Shinobu nodded, patting Y/N’s knee comfortingly. “Where is he, Y/N? Does he live in a village nearby?”

Y/N shook her head furiously, her mouth opening to respond, but only a choked sob came out.

Shinobu pressed. “Y/N, you must tell Uzui his name, or else he won’t be able to bring him back.” Shinobu motioned for one of the Butterfly Mansion’s young girls to bring over a damp towel to dab at Y/N’s burning forehead. 

“Who is the child’s father, Y/N?” Shinobu repeated.

“It’s — fuck,” she hissed, her stomach feeling as if it were about to split open. “S-SANEMI.” She called out, body curling off the futon before collapsing against it once more, feeling exhaustion settling in over her bones, threatening to take over her consciousness.

The room was silent — dead silent — for a moment. Shinobu looked up to the two Male Pillars, her jaw slackened and her eyes wide, her shock mirroring that of both her comrades.

It had taken each Pillar another moment to re-correct themselves. Shinobu locked eyes with Aoi, a similar stunned look on her face, and silently ordered her to take up her position at Y/N’s feet. Once Aoi had knelt, Shinobu rose, and the other two Hashira swiftly exited the room, the former pulling the door to the birthing room behind her shut.

“No fucking way Shinazugawa is the father,” Uzui had hissed the moment the birthing room door had latched, his magenta eyes wild. “I can’t believe someone like Y/N would willingly have a child with that snarky little bitch.”

“You are not suggesting that Shinazugawa may have forced himself on Y/N, are you Tengen?” Rengoku asked quietly.

Uzui shook his head, scoffing slightly. “No. But I do think it's weird that she kept it a secret until the last possible second,” Uzui ran a hand through his hair, anxiously. “And he never said a damn word about it either. Maybe something happened that shouldn’t have. Maybe he feels ashamed.”

Rengoku eyed Shinobu, whose mouth had been pulled into a deep frown, her eyes fixed on the wall behind the Sound Pillar in deep thought. “Kocho? What should we do?” 

Shinobu also did not believe Shinazugawa would ever force himself upon a woman, but she could not deny the unease she felt at the revelation that Y/N had concealed the identity of the child’s father. “Go get Shinazugawa, Rengoku.” She said softly, “Uzui, you stay here. Shinazugawa is fast enough on his own. I want you here to guard the door.”

Rengoku looked quizzically at his tiny friend, but she said nothing more and so he hid the pair farewell and took off into the night.

“Guard?” Uzui asked, puzzled.

Shinobu pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes closing as a dull ache bloomed through her skull. “Unless and until Y/N asks for him, I want him kept out. I don’t imagine he would be a very calming presence.” Shinobu grimaced. “Frankly, I don’t have the patience to handle him right now. I need to keep her calm.”

Uzui nodded, moving only to send a crow for the Water Hashira to come assist. He leaned casually against the frame of the door once Shinobu had closed it back behind her, shaking his head lightly. Really, Y/N? He chastised, internally, Shinazugawa?

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Keep an eye out for Part 2 if you want to see Sanemi be both feral and the softest boy.

[sexilene]

Rafe is the kind of boyfriend that when he takes your virginity, he wears your (what used to be) purity ring!! 💍🤍

yesss!! he'd probably put it on his chain or something and when you find out thats he's had it all this time and get all pouty he takes you harry winston to pick out a $11,600 promise ring 🌸

"raaafe! its not appropriate, my parents could see that m'not wearing it and see it on you! and they'd kil you!" you huff and cover your face with your hands.

"well i'm your boyfriend so i'm basically entitled to this ring, i took your vir-" you cut him off by shushing him and putting your hand over his mouth which causes him to raises his eyebrows. "we are in public!" you whisper, he removes your hand off his mouth and kisses the back of it. "hey, listen to me" he leans down to be at the same eye level.

"baby the only rings that belong on your fingers are a promise ring then a wedding ring, yeah?"

you nod as your bottom lip juts out a bit so he gives you a quick sweet kiss. "come on, i'll take you to go pick out some jewellery" he grins, spins you around and pats your ass to get you to start walking.

₊ ⊹ᥫ᭡

[little-tainted-angel]

๑ A secret between interlinked fingers.

Tim Drake x male!reader

Category: [Fluff/sfw/comical(?)]

Warnings: 5/5 bat-bros (Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian), male reader. Mention of Cassandra. 4/5 bat-bros don't believe Tim could go to therapy at all (I doubt any of them would). Reader uses Spanish pet names. May be too OOC.

Request: Yes / No | From: Anon.

«Hey! Could you please write Tim Drake x reader? Basically Tim is secretly dating a guy and they nostly hang out at school, his brother's get a bit too curious and listen in <3»

Note: My first request! Glad to have you here <3 I apologize if this isn't linked to your ask, Tumblr for some reason wouldn't let me edit it. I only had the options "delete" "program publication" and "post". Also, sorry this is short and if I got the characters personality wrong, I don't really know how to write Tim.

Resume: Tim and reader are dating, but they mostly just spend time in their school. His brothers got curious, and since all of them were raised by the world's best detective, is up to them to resolve the mystery that is Tim's relationship.

"I swear there's something strange in the kid's behavior," Jason muttered as he sat down on the couch, next to Damian while Duke was sitting on the other extreme. Dick was standing in front of them.

The four brothers (Cass also noticed, but Cass being Cass had already found out what it was), noticed that the brother —that was currently disappeared from the manor— had slight changes in his behavior.

It was sort of positive, they noticed. But they didn't know what caused it (therapy was discarded as an option by group agreement).

"Maybe he's self-improving for once?" Duke suggested, though he didn't sound convinced himself.

"TT. Doubt that Drake of all people could self-improve his pathetic self," Damian rolled his eyes.

"Damian, be nice," Dick sighed, looking at one of his baby brothers.

"Well, there must be a reason of why this small change." Jason crossed his arms.

"...And if we follow him to find out the reason?" Duke suggested.

"Wouldn't he notice?" Dick raised an eyebrow.

"It won't hurt giving it a try," he shrugged.

"I say we do it. What can end up wrong?" Jason pointed out.

￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣🌸￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

"All of this is ridiculous," Damian murmured.

"You agreed to it Habibi," Jason hummed, making Damian click his tongue.

The brothers managed to follow Tim to his school. That was the moment they noticed a male getting closer to Tim with a smile.

You were a new addition, they quickly realized. As they had never seen you before with Tim. And Tim seemed at ease with you.

"A boy?" Dick said amused. "That's the cause for Tim's subtle change?"

Don't get him wrong, his baby brother can date whoever he wants. He was just surprised Tim changed because of someone else.

"Who is dumb enough to be interested in him?" Damian replied, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

"That guy we just saw, apparently," Duke hummed.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ

"Everything okay, Amor?" You asked Tim, as he seemed to be slightly on edge.

"Yeah...I just feel like someone's watching me." Tim replied, sighing as he left his head rest on your shoulder. He was tired, you could tell.

You hummed softly as one hand came to brush his hair out of his face.

"When did you last slept?" You asked him, quietly enough for no one else to hear you.

Tim grumbled quietly, avoiding the question.

"Cariño, when did you last slept?" You asked again with a small sigh.

"...48 hours ago?"

"Tim."

"You asked."

"Do I have to drug you for you to sleep properly?" You murmured, gently massaging his scalp.

"Mmm....maybe," Tim replied back, closing his eyes as he left you touch his hair.

"What am I supposed to do with you, Amor?"

"Love me," Tim replied.

"I already do that, it's easy," you said amused.

Tim grumbled some sort of answer that you couldn't process.

"Yeah, you're definitely sleep deprived, Amor."

￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣

© Made by little-tainted-angel 2023

[iambilliejeanok]

can you please write headcanons on how the Akatsuki eat out their fem s/o? Thank you.

Yes I can, you’re welcome🌸

🌸How the Akastuki members eat out fem reader🌸

Feature: Pein||Kakuzu||Hidan||Sasori||Itachi||Kisame

Warnings: 🔞, NSFW, content might be unsuitable for some viewers, contains taboo/explicit scenes that some might find disturbing, darcyphillia, female cunnilingus, UNEDITED, the whole thing is about pussy eating, all consensual scenarios.

No artwork presented here belongs to me

💗Enjoy💗

Pein

We love Pein we really do, but dear lawd, he knows how to torture you. Pein is such a dirty tease. He’s so bad, you might even end up crying, the remainder of the session.

With his mouth literally watering, this is tough on him too, spit casually sliding off of his tongue and onto your vulva, while he’s softly biting and sucking the skin surrounding your genitalia, leaving small hickies behind and NEVER touching your clit.

If you’re strong willed enough, screaming at him and tugging on his dry orange hair might direct his attention to your suffering, but that also really annoys him, and now a lingering kiss is all he leaves you with, your hips would’ve shot up if he wasn’t holding them down, but your poor clit is way too sensitive that just the contact of his soft lips against your clit nearly took you out.

“Pein! Baby I can’t stand this! Please!!!”, you desperately beg him, unashamedly attempting to shove your clit in his mouth but you can’t even get close, he’s freakishly strong. He’s eyebrows now lower and he’s purely disappointed. “If I give you want you want you’re still going to bother me. Why can’t you give in to me?”, he asks, and lawd knows you couldn’t give a flying fuck right now, he needs to get serious.

But this is his little game, to see how much he can torture you, purple eyes refocusing on your pussy. Here’s a good reason as to why he admires edging you so much, you’re so incredibly wet, and when he separates your folds to get a good look at you, it’s all goey and sticky, and he absentmindedly starts licking a trail up and down every inch of your exposed vulva, every lick setting your entire body ablaze, Pein shoving his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you as he continues licking up, but he stops just below your clit his eyes blissfully shut and his head in another world as he takes his sweet time to taste every inch of you.

There’s no level of horny greater than this for you and Pein is hard enough to break something with his erection. He’s definitely not sorry for putting you through this and for a matter of fact, he had you right where he needs you. He’s managed to reduce you to a desperate mess, your pussy is dripping with your arousal and he’s looking right back at your hole, watching it contract and expand as though it’s begging him too. He knows it’s begging him. Now he can mess with you.

Kakuzu

First of all, Kakuzu towers over you, his impressive frame and bulky size means he can easily manhandle you regardless of your size, and we know this grumpy piece of sexyness takes advantage of that too.

He’s so serious though, but he loves your personality, whatever it is. He doesn’t typically make any sounds outside of heavy breathing when the two of you have sex, and you’re always the one reaching the high notes.

Kakuzus approach to eating you out is definitely different from Peins, because Kakuzu doesn’t have the time of day to edge you. He’s a dangerous assassin and only enjoys making money the easiest way he knows how, so he always needs to stay alert and be on guard, even in the comfort of your own bedroom while his head is buried between you legs.

He’s very intentional and to the point, he wants you to start crying out his name with ragged screams RIGHT NOW😭This man has no general idea of how to initiate anything sexual so he just scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder wherever you are. He places you down anywhere comfortable enough for you lay down, and he’s immediately pushing your thighs up and spreading your legs. He also ALWAYS just moves your panties to the side because he doesn’t have time to get all romantic with you, but he also really wants to make you feel good🥺 he really tries his best to make you feel good, if only it didn’t have to be so spontaneous and intense all the time

The pad of his thumb is already rubbing your clit in circles. Now you know he’s insanely good at this, so the minute he throws you over his shoulder, your pussy is already growing moist with every passing second. He’s not a fan of dirty talk but sometimes he’ll comment on how you’re already creamed up at this point. If only he understood his own power😭😭

With his focus on your beautiful face, he spits right onto your clit and you can’t help but moan at the sensation of the cold spit landing on clit, but he’s massaging your clit again with his thumb, his free hand working in ripping your top in half so he can free your titties. Kakuzu gets so horny when you let him play with you, because it’s not like he can just do this whenever he wants. Biting your lip to stifle a moan at the contact of his open palm kneading your boob would work if the speed of his thumb in your clit didn’t increase, and you’re moaning loudly now, his focused facial expression relaxing with a smirk pulling at his lips before he buries his head between your thighs, tongue fucking you to an orgasm, and you’re already throwing your head back, overwhelmed with Kazuzu’s intensity and aggressiveness as he licks and sucks on your clit, your screams like a beautiful play that he gets to orchestrate, knowing what to do to get what kind of reaction.

Your orgasm are always so long and intense because he’s constantly stimulating something. If he’s sucking your soul out of your clit he’s also tongue fucking you, his fingers helping out to stimulate your gspot while he’s free hand keeps you spread just enough to lick every inch of you. HE LOVES EATING YOUR WHOLE ASS OUT OKAY. He’s so strong it’s left you with a little bit of an obsession towards his touch. He lifts your ass up easily enough with how he pushes your thighs open and by the time he’s getting around to lapping the crack of your ass and circling your anus you’re a complete mess. You’re squirting, screaming and shaking but it’s barely been three minutes…he has the time to go a little longer. 5 minutes, maybe 6 since he’s feeling extra relaxed at this point.

Sasori

He’s so sick and evil please😭😭 why does getting your pussy ate out have to be so intense and overwhelming. And you might need to endure a little bit of pain to experience those orgasms that make you feel like you’re turning into another creature. He loves to study you and your body, how certain things will drive you crazy and how other things you can handle better.

Sasori is surprisingly a loyal pleaser, he always strives to send you over the moon and he now understands that the more pleasure you experience the easier it is for you to handle penetration. He loves penetrating you while eating you out, yes with his fingers and they feel so good you can literally envision the way he makes you feel, but he also gets a kick out of seeing the toys he meticulously designed fit inside of you, one inside your anus and one inside your vagina. The one inside your vagina just vibrates, starting from a low buzz and gradually growing more intense, that you’ll eventually have orgasms that could last the whole session, while the you that goes inside your vagina is the one he plays around with, fucking you with it while he devours your clit. Sometimes he will pull the toy inside your vagina out to replace it with his own tongue and slurp up the mess you’re making. 😭🙈

Hidan

Hidan loves spanking yes, but not he’s not about your ass. When you’re enjoying an intense orgasm, crying, or fussing enough to annoy him, especially while he’s in the zone, spreading your lips apart to directly stimulate your exposed bean, but gentle licks is enough to send you into spasms. When it gets difficult to keep you in one position, he straightens up and smacks your titties, loves to slap both of them, until your promise him you’ll sit still. You know the drill.

But the reality is you’re not going to be able to stay in one position with how he’s not giving your a break, constantly licking your vulva, unintentionally stimulating your g spot every time his tongue slips inside of you, taking his sweet time, his eyes shut to really taste you. So he opens his eyes and frowns, sitting upright to start smacking your breasts again.

He makes you cry when he does this because it’s really not fair, and damn you because your years will tug at his heart enough to convince him you deserve a break. He’s actually kinda sweet though, because when you begin to really cry and beg him to wait, he will find something else to do until you’re ready for round two, massaging your boob in one hand while he’s warm mouth is suckling the other, and your beautiful skin is always covered in dark patches from the millions of of hickies he leaves all over you, especially your chest and neck area when he’s giving you a break.

In between kisses he checks on you. “Hey”, he whispers as to not startle you, your eyes fluttering as they open up to see him. You should answer him when he’s done planting soft kisses against your softer lips. “hey”, you respond in the softest voice, he immediately has the urge to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you tight. “Intense right.. babyy, are you okay?”, he whispers in your ear. “Yes I’m okay, thank you”. “May I continue?”, he asks placing a kiss against your temple, already leaving a trail of kiss as he repositions himself between your legs.

This time around he’s a little meaner, praising you for constantly squirting on him while he’s devouring you, your orgasms so intense it doesn’t take too long for you to start throwing another tantrum. He’s so good at handling you🥺

Itachi

Itachi🥺 he loves talking to you during foreplay. He’s also constantly flirting with you, that probably explains why you’re always horny. He knows what he’s doing because Itachi LOVES pleasuring you with his mouth. Whether it’s verbally or physically, he never fails to make you feel so so good.

Itachi will eat you until a whiny mess and he talks you through all of it. “Tachi!’ I can’t take it uhhhh!!!!”, you whine, Itachi not stopping the stroke of his tongue against your clit until you have this orgasm. He doesn’t like ruining your orgasms, so he’s rather just make you nut and give you a break after, no matter how intense the orgasm is. You’re going to have it until you calm yourself. “There you go sweet girl”, he pants, mesmerized by the way you’re squirting and the noises you’re making, screaming while he’s literally just watching you cum. “Baby”, he smiles, “I love watching my pretty girl squirt like this. Thank you baby”. “I- o-okay—“, you try and speak but that orgasm was rather overwhelming.

Your inability to get yourself together always amuses him, he loves doing this to you. “My pretty girl”, he says, leaning forward to finally kiss you, his fingers slowly separating your folds, the pad of his middle finger rubbing your clit in left to right strokes, the speed increasing, quickly leaving you unable to kiss him in return. He smiles again, amused. Your clit is so sensitive and you’re so sweet and responsive, the demon inside of him wants to come out and play. Now even though you’re screaming from such simple actions, he still wants to see you have another orgasm, despite the intensity.

But he’s loving and sweet with how he handles the situation you don’t realize he’s the reason why you find yourself able to make it to orgasm number 4 in just one round😫

Kisame

Like Kakuzu, Kisame is also really tall and bulky, and uses that to his advantage whenever he can, even when he’s trying to pleasure his precious lover😞

He loves him some foreplay and loves using his fingers before he finishes you off with his mouth. He loves you between his thighs with you back resting against his chest, and with his free hand leading your boobs, his other hand is rapidly flicking at your clitoris, bringing you to multiple orgasms while you squirm and convulsive between his legs, yet he easily holds you snug against him. He might even place his own legs over yours and bring you to another orgasm. You’re guaranteed to squirt when he bullies you like this. Sometimes he would make you sit on his dick while he does this to your poor clit, but let’s get into that some other time…

He loves for you to sit on his face, sit on his face and ride him. Don’t stop though because that might aggravate him😭 and slowly make him feel like he has to be a little more aggressive. “Cmon baby, what’s the matter?”, he frowns, smacking your ass hard before sitting you right back on his mouth, the grip of his hands on your hips is so strong you don’t even try and escape, succumbing to your fate of back breaking orgasms. Tomorrow your back will certainly remind you of this moment right here with how often you arch. But you’re grateful for your morning yoga sessions because those help a lot with any body aches you might have, unless Kisame walks in on you in that downward dog position, then he suddenly wants to do some yoga with you. You both know why he’s really here and it’s going to end with his head between your thighs.

But if it’s not for face riding please let him eat you out on all fours. Lawd he’s so aggressive and might make you wanna tap out from the overstimulation. And in this position you’re so exposed, he buries his face nose between your ass cheeks, might enjoy sniffing your anus while he’s devouring you, his tongue lapping at your clit while he shakes his head, making all kinds of grunt and groaning sounds to show you how much he’s enjoying this. And while you’re pushing his head band begging him to stop he makes more sounds while casually smacking your hands out the way.

He can and will tongue fuck you to tears carefully observing your face while he shoves it inside of you with force, making you crumble and cum right then and there.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

If you have time (and you want to) could you do something about jealous/possessive Christopher "marking his territory" (I feel like I describe a dog when I talk about him)? I recently saw a tiktok about how he needs to be 100% in control and he's prone to be a "yandere"?

I really just want to drive him a bit crazy. Thank you🌸

CLAIM

Content Includes: Hard!Dom Bang Chan x sub!fem reader, rough sex, public sex, praise, teasing, just depraved filth, humiliation, unprotected sex, aftercare, 18+

Word Count: 1.0 K

As you walked into the crowded room, Bang Chan, your wonderful boyfriend, held your hand tightly. His smile was warm and genuine, but you could sense a hint of protectiveness in his gaze as he scanned the surroundings. You both mingled with friends, enjoying the cheerful atmosphere until a familiar face from the circle approached us.

As the person greeted you, their tone seemed a little too friendly for Chan's liking. He raised an eyebrow, subtly tightening his grip on your hand. You were naive about the hidden agenda but Chan's intuition immediately sensed something amiss. He responded politely, yet his watchful eyes never left the person.

As the conversation continued, the person's casual compliments and flattery started to escalate. Chan's jaw clenched slightly, and his normally calm demeanor showed signs of unease. Sensing his discomfort, you gently placed a hand on his arm to reassure him that there was nothing to worry about. But Chan, fiercely protective and deeply in love, couldn't shake off the feeling of jealousy creeping in.

In the midst of the conversation, Chan casually placed an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. It was his subtle way of asserting his presence, marking his territory. His action spoke volumes, and the other person got the hint, eventually backing off and excusing themselves.

A soft smirk splayed across your face from enjoying how possessive Chan always was off you, leaning in and whispering in his ear.

'What was that all about?'

His face softened before turning towards you, bowing his head towards you so there was some privacy between you amidst the noise.

'He was staring at you too much, I could fucking see what he was thinking with how big his eyes were'

You could see his eyes darkening as he stared filthily towards the man who had his back turned, anger slowly seething through him and it was probably a good thing that both of you were lucky to be in a public place.

'Ohh, that would definitely be a red flag' You teased, rubbing gentle circles into his back.

'Luckily, you look so sexy when you're jealous'.

His eager fingers clutched around yours tightly, his eyebrow quirked and he squared his shoulders.

'I'm bored with this place, do you wanna get out of here?'

Heat started to stir in your body as you knew from Chris's posture and the energy radiating off of him that he was about to treat you to something much more pleasurable than drinks and entrees.

...

The chill of the bonnet was ice-cold against your back as Chan roughly hiked your dress up around your hips, his hands roughly pulling your panties to the side.

'We have to be quick baby'

Chan breathed into your mouth as he sloppily kissed you, your hands flailing to pull down the zipper of his pants.

'Never thought you'd be into this type of shit'

You panted into his mouth as you spread your legs wider, bracing yourself by clutching onto the smooth steel.

'I'm not but that cunt needs to be taught a fucking lesson'

Both of you moaned in ecstasy as he roughly pushed into you, bottoming out swiftly before pulling back halfway and thrusting into you again.

You knew you weren't going to finish from this angle but the rush of adrenaline combined with Chan's frenzied eyes and rough hands were enough to get you wet and satiated with desire.

'You're mine, you're fucking mine...you belong to me...fuck anyone who looks at you'.

His fingers left marks on your hips as he pushed your hips down onto his dick with every thrust.

'Ahhh!' You cried out when he thrusted into your g-spot, your eyes widening and you blushed, embarrassed and worried about how loud you just sounded.

It only egged Chan on and his thrusts became rough in force, veins taut in his neck and forearms and his brow and nose scrunched in effort.

'Let him hear you babygirl....'His voice was scratchy and wire-thin in his throat with each thrust.

'What if he walked out to see us fucking on his car yeah? Maybe I'd...hah! Maybe I'd let him watch huh? See how loud you are with my dick inside of you?'

A final guttural moan filled the air as Chan finished inside of you, his body hovering over yours and his hands rubbing circles into your hips.

'Feel better now?'

You teased playfully as you ran a hand through his sweaty hair, smirking and panting from the thrill of the moment.

'Yeah, that was so fucking...oh my gosh...that was so fucking good'

He chuckled breathlessly, leaning back to look down at you as he pulled out.

'Are you okay? It wasn't too much was it?'

Chan pulled up your panties and your dress down to cover you again, making you look all modest and pristique again.

'Nope, it's never too much when I'm with you baby'.

Chan smiled with love as he grabbed your wrists, gently pulling you off the bonnett and pulling you into his arms.

'I love you so much baby girl' He kissed your cheek and whispered into your ear.

'Let's go home, my baby needs to be taken care of'.

Author Commentary: I have no idea, I just blacked out. I was writing this and was like 'Oh, I forgot Sagittarius Mars can have a thing for exhibitionism' and here we are.

I will be incorporating Bang Chan saying 'I will take care of you' in every fic because a fancall has confirmed that

Taglist: @hipster-shiz@creativechaoticloner@cherry-0420 @scuzmunkie @marievllr-abg @umbralhelwolf@starsareseen@lino-jagiyaa@mischiefsmind@mrcarrots@junieshohoho@partywithgyu@whatsk-poppinhomies@craxy-person @hologramhoneymoon @gyuhanniescarat@staytinyinmybpack@necessiteez@wooyoungmybelovedhusband@berryberrytan@sensitiveandhungry@laylasbunbunny@bangchanbabygirlx@ateezzseonghwaa@anyamaris@lemonhongjoong@krishastumblernow@hexheathen @michel-angelhoe @ddeonghwassimp @lyramundana

[mikachacha]

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎! 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: It's been a while since you took your girlfriend out on a date so when your schedules finally cleared up on the same day, you took her out and prepared some little surprises as well.

Warnings: None. Just fluff 🫶🫶

(A/N: Been planning for some time but I forgot 💀💀 Also, reader is taller than Bada. Maybe 2 inches taller than her)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

"Babe, I could swear that all my clothes have transferred over to your closet now.." you sighed and crossed your arms as you were looking for a comfy shirt to wear but found most of your shirts are gone. Bada only giggled watching you as she's currently wearing one of your shirts. You just ruffled her hair messing it up as you went over to her closet and grabbed one of your shirts that she stole.

"Heyyyy! That's mine.. Plus you look better without a shirt." Bada complained. You raised an eyebrow before getting in front of her and raising your shirt to expose your stomach then raise it up until your sports bra was exposed, just giving Bada a little show that got her blushing like a tomato.

"You didn't say that you were into this, baby.. I would've walked around shirtless the whole time." you teased and she covered her face, whining that made you laugh out loud. You found it really adorable how easy it is for you to make her blush, especially when people see her as the cool and chill leader of team Bebe.

"Stopppppp! I'll give your shirts back just stop torturing me!" Bada whined some more and you just hugged her, laughing and telling her how adorable she is. You told her to get ready since you're taking her out somewhere. You're both busy as individuals, her being on Street Woman Fighter while you're teaching at JustJerk and also models at the side so whenever you're both free, you always take her out on a date or if you just had your paycheck, you'd take her out to shop. You loved spoiling your girlfriend because she deserves it. And if you treated her like a queen before you were earning decent money, you might as well be consistent with it, right?

"Go get changed. We're going out on a date and we can go shopping afterwards if you want. I'm gonna treat my beautiful baby out today since she did so well on Street Woman Fighter." you told her and kissed her forehead. Bada's eyes twinkled in pure joy from your words. It has been a while since you went on a date with her. She misses spending time with you and this date is really perfect to make up for the times lost.

Once both of you are ready, you give her a little box that contains a nice little bracelet you purchased in Paris while you were working there. You knew Bada has been eyeing that bracelet for some time now but didn't purchase it because as she said, it was way too expensive. When you saw it while you were overseas, you didn't have to think twice before you bought it. Nothing is expensive when it comes to your girlfriend. Seeing her smile is worth it every single time.

"What is it?" Bada asked while holding the box in her hands. She has an idea about the item inside but she still couldn't wrap her head around the idea of you buying that specific item for her because it's expensive and there's no special occasion to receive such a gift.

"Go open it, love and let me know what you think." you told her so she did. She opened the box and a gasp left her lips seeing that it really was the bracelet that she's been saving up for. You chuckled at her reaction and offered to put it on her which she giddily agreed to.

"Baby.. Stoppppp.. You're taking me out on a date, taking me out shopping and now this? You spoil me so much.. You're way too good to me." Bada says, pouting a bit and you noticed she was tearing up. You cupped her cheeks and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, resting your forehead against hers. She really is precious and you're lucky to call her as your girlfriend.

"Anything for my pretty baby. I love spoiling you whenever I can and I know you're working your ass off for that competition.. You deserve all of this and more, baby." you told her and she just hugged you tight, thanking you over and over. You just stayed like that for a few minutes before you led her to your car so you can proceed on that little date you planned out for her.

You took Bada out to the restaurant she absolutely loves and took her shopping afterwards. You also had to shop for new clothes because your girlfriend always steals yours though you can't get mad especially when she looks at you with those cute eyes that always melts your heart. Bada really enjoyed her day with you, though it was maybe too much that she fell asleep on the way home. You smiled seeing your girlfriend slept with a smile on her face. You felt fulfilled that you were able to make her happy today.

When you got home, you didn't wake her up. You just carried her inside and tucked her in bed, letting her rest for a bit then you brought in the things you shopped inside your shared home before you headed to the kitchen to prepare some food you know that she loves to eat during days like this. You smiled as you realized that at this point, you're willing to do everything for Bada. You're willing to do everything for the woman who held your heart and soul captive since you first laid your eyes on her.

[logies-bear]

the vegas pictures were everything we needed and then some 🫠

[elvisalltheway101]

addiction; 50s elvis x f!reader MDI

summary: PART TWO OF OBSESSION; elvis takes you out on a date as a little token of appreciation, but it later becomes more than just a token.

author’s note: I’ve written a continuous babble for @jhoneybees first spicy fic 🤭… of course with all her permission and that, hehe I won’t say much other than enjoy! And I really hope that mah doll enjoys it also!

🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸

“Take me, Presley”

his eyes widen, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his pink tinged lip between his teeth. Before he can even register your words, you courageously begin to glide your hips into his lap.

A high-pitched mutter strings out of his swollen lips, swollen from his chomping to keep quiet. Your clothed sex bucking against his obvious hard member that strains against his slacks.

You smirk, grabbing his chin. Changing his jaw in your firm grasp, “nuh uh, look here, baby.” You purr into his ear, pulling his chin down to see the sight that you swear you feel his cock twitch wickedly.

Your white cotton panties now damp against your flushed lower lips, making it almost transparent to the sticky dark curls that decorate along your womanhood. That’s enough to make his head dizzy, but to have that wet snatch thrusting against his member. He grits his teeth, chomping then together to keep a groan of profanities.

Once a loud scene of the movie pops on, you decide to shuffle back to your seat. His hands dig into the leather scratched seats, panting like crazy. “B-baby, w-what?” His voice comes out a strained whine, needy and hungry.

But could you blame him? His head is full of lust, desperate for your touch and yearning for so much more. He’s a needy scrawny little thing now, overwhelmed with feelings of sexual desires. He has to clasp his hand over his stiff member to atleast have some sort of relief. If the audience and crowd knew his arousal, they’d all feel bad for him. But you just smirked and shook your head.

“Baby, please, please, don’t b-be mean. Don’t tease, i-it ain’t nice to tease- ahh.” He begins to mutter out before sighing with great relief by your actions. You slide all the way across from him, with a sly smile and slowly creep your foot up to the red leather seat next to him. He watches with a waiting eyes, your white kitten heel nudging at his knee to part his legs. He does so, parting his thighs together and your mouth waters. His thick, virgin cock just waiting for any sort of relief, and you give it to him.

Stretching your leg out, you press the toe of your heel onto his bulge. He gasps and immediately digs his nails into the steering wheel and seat. His diluted blue eyes watch as you slowly but firmly rub into his clothed length.

His hips stutter and buck against your foot, at the sight of your perfectly white painted toenails that peek out from your strapped white heels pressing onto him. “Y-yes doll, oh.” He breathes out, his chest heaving heavily, rising with every thrust of his hips into your foot. Needing this.

You snake a hand down between your own legs, nudging onto your damn panties at the delicious sight across from you. Elvis’ jaw drops down to his collarbone as you meet lust gazed eyes and he grips your ankle.

he begins to grind against your foot with speed and hunger. His fingers digging into your soft ankle, thighs nearly hugging your heel as he grinds. It reminds you of a bunny, pacing and moving quickly.

his eyes roll to the back of his head, tugging at his bottom lip to not make any noise. to not make any clue that he’s having such an awakening pleasure.

The only thing present is the sound of uneven breathing. Both of you chasing your own highs, you pick up the pace against your clothes cunt. Rubbing fast circles, that you let out a soft whimper.

Once he hears that angelic hum from you, he feels himself twitch harshly under your foot. His hard cock is surely sticky and hot from his pre cum dribbling down his base, stuffy in his pants. “Aw f-fuck!” He whines out gruffly stomach tightening because he’s almost there. Just a second away-

You yank your foot back, huffing and puffing. His eyes shoot open in surprise, with flushed cheeks and immediately his head leans back up to beg.

”y/n! Please, please, ‘s n-not funny, it’s hurting.” He whimpers out quietly, reaching out with grabby hands. He’s aching hard, and you’ve made him this way.

Boldly, you crawl onto and straddle his hips between your squishy thighs. You swear you see a glowing smile on his cheeky face and he slightly spreads his legs for you to seat fully.

now you can see him in all his glory. eyebrows knitted in pleasure, cheeks crimson, and chest rising and falling with every second. “o-oh yes, yes doll, yes, please.” he hums out in that honey southern drawl of his.

and you gladly oblige.

your clothed vagina lips surrounding the outline bulge of his hungry, covered cock that was laying heavily against the fabric. You scrunch up your pale purple skirt to your waist for him to see this and his eyes nearly cross and he throws his head back.

He doesn’t care anymore if people hear him. He doesn’t care anymore that maybe one of ‘em will tell his mama and daddy what he was up to this Friday night. He does not care.

Rutting his hips between your legs at a bunnies bruising pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. “Oh yes, yes, yes, yes baby, y-you feel this too, m’right?” He huffs out through gritted teeth, eyes screwed close as he feels this delicious sensation in the pit of his belly.

You can only loll your head to nod, shoving your face into the peak of his sweaty neck, your lips capturing his salty, sweaty skin and he groans.

It’s the moment that you take your pink painted nails down his chest, feeling the scrapes of need through his thin shirt.

He yelps and plants his feet firmly to the ground of the car to levitate his hips into yours. Your orgasm gets the better of you and you slam your hips into his, gasping into his chest and biting down onto his shoulder.

Blue pupils blown and rolled back to his skull, spurt on spurt of his white, precious seed coats his dark blue boxers, he bucks his hips with every rope that streams. you add to the mess with your wet high. Creating a hot, drenching spot to his dark, green slacks.

You’re his addiction, and he can’t get enough of you.

🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸

I hope you enjoyed! sweaty palms rn 🫠

[hyunsvngs]

wait stop would itvbe a sin to ask u to elaborate on new possessive alpha jeongin.. THE WAY U DESRVIEVED IT USGHS CHAN OUTTING HIM JN A COLLAR IM.

hey friends!! so 🌻is taken unfortunately buttt u could maybe be 🌸 ?!?! lmk!!

sooo i am so imagining.... alpha!jeongin going through his first rut. he's late presenting, it should have been a few years ago and maybe that's why he's so het up - all you know is that chan has had to collar him to try and calm him down.

"i'm your alpha, iyen-ah," chan hisses, and you grimace. jeongin's panting, tongue lolling out of his mouth and you're just sat there on the dorm sofa, merely watching. you're helpless. chan asked you to be present for one simple thing - having jeongin collared with omega pheromones present is a quickfire way to get him to calm down.

you can't ignore the fact that your pussy has started slicking up, dripping into your panties with an amount that would only be normal if you were in heat. chan pulls jeongin's hair back, streaked with blonde from their recent comeback and jeongin fucking whines. he whines, hips canting up into the air, and you squirm on the sofa. your pheromones are spiking, and chan turns to you. he looks shocked for a second, and then his plump lips are forming a smirk.

chan raises an eyebrow. your cheeks are burning in embarrassment. you know he can smell you, smell your slick and the way it's filling the air with something sweet. jeongin growls, despite chan's tight hold on his hair, and you can practically see when chan gets the idea.

"iyen-ah," he begins, and jeongin's hands move to his thighs. he bares his neck, and chan smiles in approval. he's submitting. "iyen-ah, who's your alpha? tell me. tell hyung."

"you. you, you are, hyung, hyung- i need- hyung," jeongin's still panting, and his fox-like eyes flicker towards you. there's a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead and you ache to lick it off, to taste the saltiness of his skin. he should be embarrassed, hiding the way his knot is about to fucking pop in his pants - for the first time - but he's only dying of arousal. "hyung, i need her. i- i need to breed her, hyung, can i?"

chan hums. "what do you say, innie? it's not me you need to ask. not for this, baby."

chan's hand lets go of jeongin's hair, and he's immediately crawling over to you. he's on his hands and knees, submitting to you in the most arousing way possible, and you jolt when his nose comes to nuzzle at your thigh. his collar is still around his neck, tight and dominating, and he seems to be - enjoying it?

"'mega," jeongin begins, and you can feel his drool on your leg. you whine, spreading your legs in submission, and chan's quick to come over to you. he settles next to you on the sofa, his hand going to your knee to spread you apart, pliant and ready for the youngest alpha. "omega, please, baby. please, i need it, omega, please. can i- let me knot you, please, channie hyung will teach me how to make it feel good. will you? will you, hyung?"

you whimper, rendered speechless from jeongin's babbling. chan's hand goes to smooth over jeongin's scalp.

"channie, i- channie, i wanna, please," you wail, hips canting up into nothing. jeongin's quick to press his nose into your panties, inhaling the sweet scent of your slick. "alpha, please help him knot me. please, need it, please-"

"okay," chan hums, kissing your cheek. "okay. you two can play. jeongin, you let her decide what happens, yeah? i'll walk you through it, baby."

[chrisstopherfilmed]

🍒CAUGHT PART 4🍒

A/n: this part is JUICYYYY so buckle up 🤭

Summary: Nate and y/n are forbidden by Chris. What happens when they have to sneak around, and the triplets find out. Will this end all contact between them?

Warnings: making out, hickeys, talking about sex, fighting, cussing, sneaking around, I think that’s it idrk NOT PROOFREAD

A/n pt 2: HOPE YALL ENJOY🤭😝

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

10:45am

Nate and I haven’t talked in 3 days. Chris is still a little mad, Nick and Matt mostly got over it. But me, I was furious. How was Chris going to take away my boyfriend after he excepted us?

I saw Nate around the house a little because even though Chris didn’t like us together he still was friends with Nate. It was really hard seeing him and not being able to call him mine, kiss him, hug him, even talk to him.

When he was over, I wasn’t allowed to be or I HAD to stay in my room. It wasn’t fair. Yesterday night I ran into Nate coming out of the bathroom and we decided we still have feelings for each other and we were going to have to sneak around.

Tonight was the night. I was gonna ask to go to a “friends” house to study for a test but in reality I was actually going to Nate’s. I got my bag becuase I was going to stay the night there and ran downstairs.

“MATT, NICK, CHRIS” I yelled running down the stairs almost tripping “WHAT” Chris yelled back pecking around the corner. “Can I stay the night at a friend’s house, I have to study for a hugh um… calculus test” I said

“What friend?” His eyebrow raised “a new girl I met at school we are study partners” “what’s her name” god why was he going into such deep questioning. “Elizabeth” I said as quickly as I could “I guess, do you need one of use to take your or?” “No it’s ok I’m walking” I said as a started walking to the door “oh ok” he said.

“What’s with the bag” Chris said pointing to it. “Staying the night, be back in the morning” I said before closing the door and walking as fast as I could to Nate’s. Little did I know that Chris was watching me through the window go down the road Nate lived on.

11pm

As I arrived at Nate’s house I was practically shivering. I go to knock on the door but it already opened before I put my hand up. I look up and I’m dragged in and embraced by a hugh hug from Nate. He peppers kisses all over my face, neck, and collarbone

“I’ve missed you so so so much my love” he says in between kisses “ I have too baby” I say grabbing his face and connecting his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. Just as I was about to pull alway someone knocked at the door.

“Shit” Nate said. “Chris is here I forgot he wanted to talk to me about something” my eyes widened at his “go in the bathroom and don’t come out till I come and get you” he said and I ran to the bathroom.

I heard the door open and Nate started talking. “Hey Chris” he said “hey Wsp” Chris said back. I heard them walking somewhere until their movements stopped. “So what did you need to talk to me about” Nate said “y/n” Chris said back

Why would they have to talk about me? Chris was still mad but I didn’t know he was still talking about it. Can’t he just get over it already, jeez.

“Look Nate, I’ve saw you two the other day when you came out of the bathroom.” Chris said “I know you all still love each other but I don’t know if I could trust you anymore, you did things I told you to wait for” he said

“I know and I’m so so very sorry Chris” Nate said in a soft, apologetic tone. “Your only sorry now because I said you can’t be with her” Chris said as I heard him stand up

“no Chris please I love her with all my heart, she makes me happy, I can’t live without her, please Chris don’t take her away from me” Nate said sounding like he was almost crying

“You should have thought about that before you didn’t listen to me” Chris said as I heard the door close and footsteps towards the bathroom door. Nate opened the bathroom door, I looked up and his eyes were puffy and red like he was crying.

“Nate? Baby?” I said pulling him down to me to hug him tightly. He just kept crying in my arms “I don’t wanna lose you y/n your all I have” Nate said falling to the floor.

I held him as tight as I could, cradling him for comfort. “I’m not going anywhere Nate trust me” I said rubbing my hand threw his hair and my other hand rubbing his back

He softly sniffles and looks up at me with submissive eyes. The position we were in had my boobs practically laying on his face. He slowly sat up pulling me over his lap. He started kissing my neck biting a bit at the sensitive spots.

“Nate” I said in a light moan. “You can’t leave hickeys, they’re gonna know” I said between breaths as he traveled his lips all over my neck and collarbone leaving a trail of hickeys.

“Idgaf, your mine. Everyone needs to know that” he says eyes full of lust as he looks up at me and plum pink lips. “Nate, oh my god” you said leaning your head back as he traveled down your neck to your chest.

Your phone buzzed and Nate stopped. “Wow I really am an artist.” He said referring to the hickeys that are very visible on your neck and collarbone. “Oh shut up you say” giggling and kissing him one more time on the lips.

You stand up off of Nate and look in the mirror of his bathroom. “Damn you fucked me up” you says laughing. His playfully smacked your ass as you bent over to pick up your phone to see who texted you.

Reference to hickeys^

Chris💖 11:45pm

Hey can you come home? We need help with the house.

Y/n💖

Yeah I’m omw rn.

Chris💖

Ok love you see you when you get home❤️ be safe.

Y/n💖

Love you too butthead❤️

Nate sighed as he looked at the texts between you and Chris. “You just got here, you already have to leave?” He said with a pouty face. “Yes baby, I’ll come back tomorrow if I can” you said kissing his lips and exiting the bathroom.

“You still have my makeup here right?” You said “yeah it’s in my room I’ll go get it” he said running to his room. He came back with your makeup and you used it to cover the hickeys as best as you could.

He walked you to the door and gave you one more kiss, saying goodbye before you left his house. As you were walking home it started to rain a little bit washing off some of the makeup that was on the hickeys.

As you get to your house Matt’s car is gone. You walk in the door and Chris and Nick are sitting on the couch. “I thought yall needed help with something?” You said taking off your shoes and walking over to the couch.

“Nope, we just missed you and wanted you home” Nick said patting the couch next to him telling you to come sit next to him. You rolled your eyes and walked over to sit next to him.

“What the fuck is that?!?!?” Chris screamed pointing at my neck. “What?” I said and Nick lifted my head up to examine more of my neck. “I thought you said you wee going to your “friends” house.” Chris said standing up and walking closer to me

Chris was so mad his face started turning red. Nick also stood up right as Matt walked in. “Hey I’m back” Matt said walking around the corner. “ what are yall doing?” Matt asked walking over to us

Chris turned around face blood shot red. Nick also turned around moving out of the way so Matt could see me. “What?” Matt asked “LOOK AT HER FUCKING NECK” Chris screamed grabbing my chin firmly but not were it hurt and moving me head back so Matt could see.

“What the hell is that?” Matt questioned walking over to me. “You said you were going to a friends house to do homework not to get hickeys” Matt said “you can’t lie to us y/n. How are we gonna trust you” Nick said calmly but stern

“Give my your fucking phone now” Chris said reaching his hand out “what?” I said on the verge of tears “you heard me” Chris said. You gave him your phone and he started going through it.

“I thought we I told you to stop talking to Nate” Chris said throwing your phone on the couch. You couldn’t do anything but cry.

He stormed out of the house with Matt, and you just sat there crying. Nick sat down next to you to comfort you and you slowly drifted off to sleep crying in your brothers arms

@katiegsblog @mayhem-72 @catescorner0000 @miloisdone1 @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @chr1sgirl4life @starsturniolo @miloisdone1 @mattsaq @evie-sturns @worldlxvlys @ineedchriscock @sturniozo @strniohoeee @strawberrysturniolo @st7rnioioss @sturnioloskies @nickgirl4l @nickgirl54 @maryx2xx @chrisslut25 @wompwomp-1

[heavyhitterheaux]

“jackman i will beat your ass if you dont quit playing with me.”

🌸

It was around 11 in the morning as you were sitting in front of your vanity applying your make-up and about to get started on your hair since you were going out with Maggie later in order to start shopping for Christmas gifts for everyone when you briefly heard Jack say something about going live on instagram.

You said a quick “Mm hmm.” in response to him as you were finishing applying your lashes and you assumed that he went to sit on the couch in your bedroom to finish the live. 

Your hair was just about done as you were fluffing out the curls when you heard Jack’s voice behind you.

“Are we going to have another baby? I mean to be honest, we’re trying to go for ten. We have six now so four more to go.” Jack replied while shrugging and your eyes went wide.

Your head whipped around so fast to turn towards him and you looked at him in disbelief.

“What, baby girl? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you okay?” Jack asked while smirking at you and doing his best not to laugh. 

“Jackman, I will beat your ass if you don’t quit playing with me.”

“What did I do?! The people want to know, so I answered the question!” Jack said as he now had the camera on both of you as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“And don’t let the answers to some of these questions get your ass kicked out of our bedroom tonight. MY VAGINA IS CLOSED FOR BUSINESS.”

“Correction, your vagina might be closed for babies, but definitely not closed for business.”

“It’ll be closed for business too if your ass doesn’t start acting accordingly.” 

“Now why you on live lying? We know that’s never going to happen. I’ll get you to fold one way or another.”

“I’m returning you to Maggie with the receipt.”

Just then your phone went off indicating that you had a text and it was none other than Maggie herself.

Momma-In-Law- No. Finders keepers. Your warranty expired more than ten years ago.

“Look at what your mom sent me!” You exclaimed while laughing and showing Jack your phone.

“I… well damn mom. Tell me how you really feel.” 

“Not her saying my warranty expired.”

“So since you can’t give me back, how about we make that baby?” Jack asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

All you did was stare at him before turning around back towards your vanity and starting to put your make-up away.

“Baby, is that a yes?”

“It’s a ‘Jackman better get out of my sight before his wife makes him sleep in the crate with the dogs’.”

“I see you’re in a mood, so I’ll just ask you later after I feed you.” He replied before leaning down to kiss you.

“You get on my damn nerves. I have to ask Maggie if there are any loopholes in the warranty.”

“BABY!”