#is in thr belly :]

[spanishinfluenza]

Pov: you're an immortal doctor working a 72 hour shift in the operating theatre on Christmas day. You get home at 10:02pm on Christmas evening. Your immortal wife is waiting for you

[camo1000le]

The family on a holiday before the born of the second child... idk this is the special AU so that's Evan not Lizzie, sorry Liz I love you still

Close ups:

[spitblaze]

Yo just wanted to say it's pretty cool amd awesome seeing you so unabashedly open about loving big hairy guys. Dont see enough positivity about guys like us

I am a Bear Enthusiast first and a Human Being second

[oatbugs]

its okay now im here now its okay now im here now

[lunaelume-n]

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[gaycomputerdog]

splatoon artists need to get to work making more big man vore and inflation cmon you guys

[chuluoyi]

✎ protect

- gojo satoru x reader

the word “protect” now means so much more to him

genre: soft and playful gojo, sugary dump fluff, pregnant!reader

note: anyone craving some soft gojo? :3 based on a suggestion by an anon who needs a soft gojo a while back, thank you!

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

When he was 16, Gojo Satoru thought that protecting other people was a pain, and didn't take it seriously.

Later, when he realized that even non-sorcerers deserve to live their lives in peace, he dedicated himself to becoming stronger so that he would be capable to protect them more. However, even then, he didn't perceive their worth as significant.

But when you entered the picture, that measly, glorified word suddenly became so much more.

Usually people would only care about whether he had succeeded his mission or not. His formidable reputation as the epitome of strength means no one is genuinely interested in his wellbeing—no one after Suguru, to be exact—until you did.

After a whirlwind romance of attraction and banters, Satoru reached the conclusion that he wanted you, the only person left who actually made him feel like a human, to stay happy and safe. He would do it with his own hands, even if it meant reshaping this cruel world to be kinder for you with him as your shield.

And the word “protect” gained an entirely new meaning years later, when he rested his head on your swollen belly—the place where his new cherished treasure was growing.

“When will he come out~?” he asked in a whiny tone and a blissful smile, even though he clearly knew the answer.

You shook your head with playful resignation, unable to conceal your smile. "In three weeks. Now help me get comfortable, you dork."

He helped you turn over and fetched a pillow to place under your aching spine. Then, with a mischievous grin, he lightly poked your belly with two fingers, eliciting a yelp from you.

"Don't poke me! You're poking your child!"

To that, Satoru merely threw his head back and snickered like the dumbass he was. He then tenderly rested his hand on the taut skin of your belly, gently massaging it, smiling with ardent happiness.

"Can't really believe it," he sighed, brimming with the purest sense of contentment. "A mini Gojo, huh... You're really doing a honorable work."

A child of his and yours. He had always wondered how he would be after seeing him firsthand—would he laugh just like he had been doing now, or will it be the first instance that move him to the point of shedding tears? One of the reasons he eagerly anticipated his son's birth was just to discover how he would react.

Seeing the weight of his baby growing within you, making you rounder and fuller, stirred a deep well of warm emotions in him with each passing day though.

"I am," you retorted cheekily, rolling your eyes. "In fact, you should be revering and worshipping me for carrying your spawn."

He merely hummed in a childlike manner, feeling his baby move around under his touch. You were about to roast him again with something funny when he leaned down and planted a kiss on your tummy, whispering to it.

"Please come out already~ Papa wants to meet you!"

Your heart swelled with warmth at that moment. Gojo Satoru was many things, but he wasn't typically known for his softness—he was often seen as this all-perfect being, and so witnessing him acting purely on his human emotions brought you a sense of happiness.

“Who do you think he’ll take after?” you mused.

“Hmmm. Me, obviously. He'll be hot just like me!” he quipped proudly, and you playfully smacked him on the arm.

Satoru caught your hand and kissed it tenderly amidst his grin. "But I want him to have your personality. I'd hate to see him be a show-off."

"So you do realize that you're actually a menace."

He laughed out loud, patting the generous swell of your belly again with a smug look on his face.

"I know, but I'm your menace, and that's all that matters."

And when his adorable son was born less than three weeks later and you passed out due to sheer exhaustion, Satoru vowed by everything in the heavens and the earth that he wouldn't spare anything to protect you and his child from this curse-filled world.

Epilogue - on the night of the birth -

“Satoru—” you panted, grimacing, head jerking back as your womb throbbed and pulsed in order to bring forth your child into the world. “I… feel like I’m going to faint…”

Worry etched his face as you leaned on him. “Hey, hey… Calm down sweetheart, relax and catch up on your breath, okay? Don’t worry, he’ll come out soon.”

Somehow his words rubbed you the wrong way.

“Hahh—this… is because of you! This happened because you shoved your stick into me! You horny bas—aahh!”

“Well, hey! Last I remembered, you begged me to put it into you! And I'm not—pfft—”

“Then what are you?!”

“Hmmm, nothing but a man who got you pregnant, sweetheart~”

“If I bleed out and die, it’s going to be your fault, you evil, wretched sorcerer!”

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Gabi being protective of her Mama during pregnancy. Her little sibling is in there! I also imagined Gabi being upset when the baby is a boy after labor lmao

"Mama?" Her gentle voice whispered next to you as you were rubbing ointments and oils to your belly.

"Does it hurts?" Big round dark eyes peeked over your swollen belly as you soothed your hand over it.

"Not precisely hurt. More like uncomfortableness. Give me your hand." She did and you placed it on your belly.

"Can you feel it?" She gasped upon seeing your skin moving, and then a kick, right on her hand.

"Oh" You breathed then smiled, "This baby will be a kicker, just like you."

"Did I kick alot?" You smiled as your hand caressed her hair, she had laid ontop of your belly to hear or feel more sounds and movements

"Not really, but when you did, they were powerful." Gabriela giggled and rubbed her hand on your belly.

"You better stop kicking mommy" you heard her whisper, and it brought tears to your eyes

"M-Mommy? why are you crying?"

You half laughed half sobbed.

"Hormones make me be all over the place, solecito."

"Oh. Is there anything I can help you with right now?"

God she was so sweet, and it only made your tears roll down.

"Give me a hug." She did, carefully, wrapping her arms around you.

"You'll be the best big sister, ok? Look at me."

Her eyes stared at you and you cupped her cheeks.

"Having a new baby is quite difficult, meaning that sometimes I'll be spending alot of time with the baby." She nodded, "But not because of it means I will stop loving you ok? A baby is someone whom must be taught everything you already know. Something that takes time."

"You're still going to my games, right?"

"Ah mi amor, you know I'll never miss them. And if I can't do it, I'll ask your dad to record it for me to watch later."

She beamed and laid your head on your shoulder. Tears had stopped for a bit.

"Does ir hurts to... bring a baby?"

You couldn't help but chuckle and nod

"Yeah. Alot."

"Sorry"

"For?"

"Causing you pain"

Shaking your head you placed a kiss on her forehead.

"If that would mean to have you, I'd do it all over again."

"How would you name thr baby?"

"We still haven't thought about it."

"If it's a girl? Maybe Rosie, I like that name"

" It's a pretty name, yeah and if it's a boy?"

"Maybe like Papa." you laughed and held her tighter.

Miguel just watched from afar, a warm feeling seeping through his chest.

-----

You were exhausted, sweat etched to your skin, body still burning but it had been worth it. The bundle of joy tucked in your arms, latching on your left swollen breast, tiny fist resting on the curvature of your breast, eyes closed too focused in anything that wasn't food.

Gabriela peeked out from the left side of the bed, and stared at the baby, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I wanted a sister"

Miguel chuckled and rubbed her shoulders.

"I know, Solecito."

"He eats alot." You nodded with a tired smile, cooing the baby.

"Reminds me of a little soccer star I love so much"

"I ate alot too?

"Oh yeah, alot. You were a healthy baby as well."

"I looked prettier, right?" her nose scrunched up a little when seeing carefully the baby.

Miguel and you laughed softly

"Of course you did, mi amor."

[berrieluv]

<3; aaron johnson x reader (i think i didn't use pronouns but it's mention that the reader has a vagina) summary: you know damn well, you horny friends. kiki says: this fits contains unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), cheating kink, the feel of guilt that it's never enough to make him stop, i think this smut it's very light, just trying to keep you fed while i work in the angst. also english isn't my first language so i apologize for the bad writing.

me and your husband.

For the public, having you involved in the movie Kraven with Aaron after Bullet Train was just a normal occurrence, two actors working together more than once, nothing that hasn't happen before and nothing that won't happen again.

For Aaron, it was just his masterplan working. He craved you near him, he needed you there. He couldn't function properly anymore without you, without your body and the way your legs wrap around his neck.

His blue eyes are long gone by now, so full with lust he can not think of anything else. He already made you cum three times before you had to take a shower and attend a date, and now here you are again, seizing the day like you started it, with his tongue inside your wet cunt.

He kisses your thigh softly, his hand behind your knee, his mouth marking every inch of your skin with kisses, smelling your dripping pussy and looking amused at the wet spot on the beige sheets.

"You bought them for me?" He moans, looking at your lingerie next to him, the one he just took off the moment you walked back from dinner, his face buried between your thighs, you didn't. You bought them because they were pretty and expensive, and you could afford them "You look so pretty" He says.

His wife is sleeping in the next room, if you get close enough to the wall you could hear her sleep, which was weird, an expensive five stars hotel with thin walls, you must think they would be soundproof for the price. Or maybe it was your guilt, your senses sharpened in shame, making sure you never forget he's a married man.

But maybe you weren't better than that, but why should you. He wanted you, he needed you and loved you even more than you found him attractive, which was to say much.

"Fuck..." You moan when Aaron's tongue was inside your pussy. His hand grabbing your underwear and placing it on your thigh again, grabbing your skin and the lingerie along, the other hand over your belly, keeping you grounded.

Aaron licks the sides of your pussy, his tongue gently going through your folds, he teases your sensitive parts, hitting the right places, he knows how to use his tongue, and it feels like it has been wasted all this time.

Your moans grew louder when two of his fingers are inside you without any previous notice, moving them in and out, his tongue sucking on your clit and you feel yourself getting lost in pleasure.

"Is this good?" He asks out of breath, a big smile plastered across his face, almost like he thought he didn't need anything else but the sweet scent of your dripping cunt.

Was it good? It was fantastic.

"Hold for me, princess?" He asks softly, your legs curled up while your hands keep them up grabbing behind your knees.

He touches your ass, his hand traveling all over every part of your body, his lips are all over your sweet wet cunt, eating like a starving man, making sure every single drop of your wetness goes into his mouth.

"I need you..." He moans against your folds "Fuck, I need you so much"

Aaron takes all of your release, drinking it all, when he looks up his chin is all wet and a spark of proudness in his eyes.

He doesn't even look this proud when he's on a press conference.

"Keep holding your legs" He orders, taking off his jeans and boxers "Good girl" He praises with a smile when he walks back to bed.

You remind silence most of the times, your words consumed by your moans and whimpers, you want him so badly.

"Please..." You finally find the way to speak, your breath heavy and your heart beating faster than it should when he starts thrusting into you. His right hand holding himself on the mattress to not lay all of his weight on you.

His left hand massaging your breasts, treating it like it was a stress ball.

"Shit, princess" He moans, his eyes closing even if he tries to fight it, he loves watching you. He loves the look in your eyes and how they roll, going all blank when he starts thrusting faster.

"Oh!" You moan, and he smirks like a bastard, enjoying knowing he's the one making you feel like this "Oh, God! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cry, almost chocking in your own pleasure.

"Sh, sh..." He coos "Baby, you're chocking, princess" He chuckles, enjoying your desperation "I'm not even near your throat"

He caresses your cheek with a soft smile, moving slowly down to your throat, applying just the right pressure to make you gasp for air, shutting your moans.

"Don't be so loud..." He demands, it was meant to be teasing, but his voice sounds dominant, his expression is serious and his eyes darkened with lust and need of control "You know Sam is in the next room"

Sam, he doesn't refer as my wife anymore. She stopped being my wife a few months ago, just a few weeks after you became my everything. The air he breathed, not only his wants but his needs.

You feel a warm sensation running through your insides, a loud groan when he lets it out, his cum painting your cunt and dripping down your skin.

"God, I love my little masterpiece" He chuckles, watching your thighs covered by his cunt. "You're tired?"

He asks softly and you nod, his phone starts ringing at the same time you hear his wife walking around their hotel room, you wonder if he hears her.

"Your phone..." You say with your eyes closed when he ignores it and walks to the bathroom.

"Can wait" He says without hesitation.

"What if it's your wife?" You know is her.

"She can wait" Aaron says, it's almost like he doesn't care and a part of you knows he doesn't. "I'll clean you up first, super star"

[teyums]

waking up in the middle of the night to find Lo'ak humping you from behind in his sleep 😩🤤

omg yesss our boy is so needy for us, even when he’s sleeping ;) wc: 2,094

Sweet Dreams

pairing: adult!Lo’ak x fem na’vi reader

warnings: mdni 🔞 you’re responsible for the media you consume. includes language, lo’ak being a whiny mess for a bit, description of events, reader and lo’ak are of age. it’s smut, yk the rest.

You’re roused from a deep sleep, the feeling of a hard surface slowly rocking against your back effectively stirring you from your well encased slumber.

A low rumble sounds from behind, and you feel Lo’ak’s warm breath fan the back of your neck, the tips of your ears flicking innately at the gentle sensation. The indistinct, repetitive thumping of his tail against the cot causes your lids to peel open.

You rub at your tired eyes blearily, peering over your shoulder to the best of your ability due to your mate’s firm hold around your middle. Darkness shrouds the room, only the subtle illumination of the moon seeping through the small fissure between your tent’s flaps enough to allow your sight to adjust.

You’re drowsy and confused. His arms tightly trap your backside to his chest, and you can feel a puff of breath hitch on your skin when he tries to apply more pressure, clumsily grinding his clothed bulge against the swell of your ass.

“Lo’ak...” You murmur, gently rubbing at the toned muscle of his thigh. When you receive no response, you realize he’s still fast asleep.

It’s happened before, Lo’ak having a wet dream and unconsciously working to ease himself by rutting his length along the soft of your curves. He was so embarrassed the first time he found out he interrupted your sleep. Pink blanketing his features to match his shameful demeanor, he told you to instantly wake him up if it ever happened again.

And he knew it would, he couldn’t help that his body craved yours. He wanted you, at all times. Especially during the cool nights when you’re curled up so contently in his embrace, demanding of his arms around you and unconsciously rubbing your backside against him every time you shift your hips to get comfortable.

A string of quiet whimpers flood your ears as he hopelessly tries to add friction, and you find your bottom lip hooked under your teeth, softly gnawing at the flushed skin. Your loincloth is growing increasingly wet at the lewd thought of him wanting you, even while deep in his sleep and you groan at your failed efforts to quell your own irretrievable desire. Something tingling in the pit of your stomach as you listen to his breathing grow labored which each sporadic thrust.

Well you can’t leave him like this, right? It would be cruel, to not help him when he’s trying so hard to scratch his itch, but failing. He clearly can’t do it himself…

You arch your back slightly, gently pushing your ass back onto his stiff bulge and wriggling your hips to aid him a bit. He suddenly exhales a sharp breath through flared nostrils once you return the favor, a large palm pressing against your belly to hold you close. His possessive fingers splaying over the skin there while he steadily humps you in a deprived manner.

You’re quick to cover your mouth and stifle a moan, fearful your mewling will wake the man behind you. You tightly clench your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the deliciously painful ache of your walls spasming around nothing.

Your body is nearly writhing with want, and you’re dreading being left hot and unsatisfied once he’s gotten his fill. His wet lips part, brushing along your heated skin and you crane your neck, so desperate to feel the warmth of his tongue preparing your skin for the sting of his fangs when he marks you. Your chest rises and falls heavily as low, sleepy groans slip from his gaped mouth and waft to your attentive ears.

Fuck this.

You carefully reach behind you, sliding a tentative hand down his tensed abdomen and stopping at the hem of his loincloth. Hesitation courses through your mind before your lust has reassured you that you’re only doing him a favor. With that, the flimsy fabric is pulled down from his hips with a gentle tug. Allowing his hardened cock to spring free of its restraint, and you jump slightly when the thick of it smacks against your ass.

You hurriedly bring your hands to your own and impatiently fiddle with the thin strings, yanking it off from under your hips and discarding it somewhere in the room to be discovered later on.

Your conscience was telling you to do the right thing, to wake him up and tear him from the trance he probably had no idea he was in— but your body was saying otherwise. It felt as if his desperation was reflecting onto you, the heat of your arousal entrapping your thoughts and making you dizzy.

You longed to feel his throbbing, thick cock plunge between your wet folds. The mere image completely clouding your better judgement as you lifted your thigh so it was no longer resting atop your other, keeping your back to him.

He was quick to scoot his way closer after he felt the bed dip, his bare pelvis pressed flush against your backside as his nose nuzzled into the soft of your hair. His hand fumbles its way down his lower stomach, gripping the base of his dick and situating it to rest against the supple skin of your inner thigh. Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip when you feel the weight of it. You want nothing more than him to fill you up, to hold you down and fuck you senseless, but this will have to do.

Your pulse quickens, searing heat oozing with anticipation as his cock jumps excitedly once it grazes your naked pussy. He was terribly hard, a bead of precum dripping onto your skin to remind you that you were only helping soothe him.

He tucks himself in between your thighs and you hum in approval, bringing your legs to a close around him. A gasp is all you can muster, the instant sensation of pleasure almost enough to make you explode as he begins to move, and you start to wonder if this was the best idea after all. There was no way you were going to be able to keep quiet. Every feverish, slippery drag of your clit against his bulging cock made it jerk hungrily, leaving you wanting more.

A firm hand holds your hip, almost hard enough to bruise as he smoothly draws his lower half back and forth to make his length glide and sift between your dripping slit. His breathing is unsteady while he slowly fucks into your thighs from behind you, completely unaware of his filthy actions.

Your eyes pinch to a close and you pull your head away from him, breathy moans muffled by the cushion now pressed against your face. You reach a shaky hand down between your legs, using two fingers to spread your sticky folds apart, granting him better access and thanking yourself that you did.

Soft grunts evade him as he flicks his hips forward, plunging his cock through your thighs like a dog in heat. His movements rock the both of your bodies in sync, your mind reeling when both of his hands come up to languidly palm at your tender breasts. Using them as leverage to pull you back into him.

You clamp your thighs together, eyes practically racing to hide behind your skull as his precum glistened tip nudges and rolls over your swollen, attention seeking clit, the head of his dick just peeking out from between your plush skin.

“Baby…” His call for you is a sleepy, hushed whimper in your ear and you throw your hips back into his, the fat of your ass rippling from the harsh movement of his pelvis bucking into you. The plump folds of your wet cunt spreading around the girth of his cock to make room for him, hot slick collecting on his length as he lubes himself with your juices to make the whole act shamefully easy.

It was all too much.

His clammy skin slapping against yours as your hot arousal and his warm precum makes the both of you sticky, the intoxicating scent of sex coating the thickened air while he buries his flushed face into the crook of your neck and nearly drools. Calling out for you over, and over again as he lay deep in slumber, his voice strained as he repeatedly pleads in your ear.

Your hand starts to wander and you stretch the fingers that rest between your legs outwards as much as you can, allowing your digits to stroke the sensitive underside of his fat tip while he uses your body to get himself off. You screw your eyes shut, not being able to silence the loud, drawn out moan of his name that sneaks past your saliva coated lips.

Shit.

Suddenly his movements still, fatigued eyes peeling open to rest in a half-lidded state. You hold your breath to the best of your ability, chest heaving below the greedy hands that were previously ravishing your breasts. Your sensitive nipples brush against his rough hands and a quiet whimper slips past your pursed lips, ultimately betraying your efforts of staying silent.

He inhales deeply, sluggishly blinking to clear his vision. A wave of pleasure quickly washes back over him once he’s conscious of the situation, causing him to peer down at the mess between your plastered bodies.

“Baby? Did I wake you up again?” He croaks, his voice sounding groggy and slightly disoriented.

You swallow hard and stutter out a meek answer. “Mm—mhm…” Your body still craves his touch and you try not to moan while he stirs behind you, his hands thoughtlessly squeezing your breasts as he gains his bearings.

A deep sigh is heard, followed by a quiet mutter of profanities as he curses to himself under his breath. He nuzzles his face against the round of your shoulder, setting a featherlight kiss upon your skin that has you shuddering.

“I’m sorry, babygirl. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” His hand leaves your chest and you almost cry as all hope for an orgasm leaves you. Until his arm snakes back to the front of your body, much to your surprise.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” His voice is low when he asks. You open your mouth to speak, but your words lodge in your throat when you feel his curious fingers begin walking their way down towards your navel.

He teases you, trailing his caresses lower and lower. Your fleeting breaths entice him to continue, letting him know he’s only getting hotter as he nears where you really crave his fingers.

He’s touching you anywhere but where you want, and he knows it’s driving you absolutely insane by the way you fidget against him. Then he pauses, just before he reaches your pulsing clit, and just as he whispers in your ear. “You didn’t want me to stop, huh?”

He hits it right on the nail, and a wave of heat washes over your face as you’re overcome with embarrassment. “Lo’ak, I—“ You gasp quietly, body tensing when he drags his middle finger along your aching hole, rubbing a teasing, slow lap around your entrance to find the answer out for himself.

“Dirty girl,” He hums as your essence instantly soaks his finger, cupping your pussy in his hand. “You got all naked for me, didn’t you?” He coos, gently slapping your cunt and chuckling when you jump.

“Y-yes!” You spit out an answer without even thinking, panting your words as his touch sets a blaze to your core. Your brain turning to mush at the pause in build up of a climax you were so close to nearing.

“It’s okay. You just wanted to help me, didn’t you baby?” He’s rubbing slow circles onto your clit, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck and reveling in the way your legs open to make room for his hand.

“Mmmn, f-fuck, yes…” You whine breathlessly, bringing your arm up and behind you to hold the back of his head, pressing his face closer to your skin and tucking your lip under your teeth.

He lines himself up at your hole without another word, a shiver prickling up your spine as he just barely prods his tip against your expectant, drenched opening. He leans forward, his warm breath tickling the curve of your ear and your eyes flutter in delight when he licks it. “Can I continue?” His tip is already pushing its way inside of you before you can answer. Like he couldn’t wait.

“Please! Please, continue…” You breathe out a little too eagerly, body melding into his as he swiftly sinks into your sopping heat.

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[bump1nthen1ght]

Lovers in Arms (Living Armor x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Knight x Living Armor (He/Him)

Genre:Fantasy, Established Relationship, Slight Exhibitionism

Warnings: None

Word Count:1507 words

Summary: As a famous knight, you’re quite used to receiving unwanted attention from others, romantic or not. Your partner, however, has found another way of coping with it.

Request: Hear me out a female knight x living Armor. Outside is very protective plate armor but the inside is a sticky, slimy mass of tendrils. When she is out fighting everything is normal but when she is talking with people and doing errands is when it starts to become hard to ignore. Doesn't help that the armor dirty talks and praises her while its fondling and screwing her. They both have a great relationship.

“I don’t like this man.”

“I’m aware.” You mumble under your breath, feeling the way Rust squirms and wriggles against your skin, a tell-tale sign of his annoyance. It’s a far cry from his usual movements, which have a way of syncing perfectly to your limbs, slipping right into the natural crevices. “But he’s willing to pay for this next campaign, so we gotta suck up a bit.”

You’d normally not speak so freely with Rust like this, but the man of discussion, some lord or something, is talking about himself so loudly you doubt he notices.

“I’ve heard much about your past battles, good knight! When I saw you would be leading this battalion, I knew I had to come and meet you.” You nod along, used to the simple back and forths of these sorts of conversations. You play the part, stroke their egos, and your knights and squires have full bellies and well-maintained equipment for the rest of their next mission. It’s embarrassing, but worth it. “I must say too, you are much more…beautiful than I expected, captain.”

You internalize a groan, your armor shuddering as Rust’s tentacles tense up.

This happens a lot too.

“I mean not to offend but when I first heard of your epic tales, I thought ‘surely someone so accomplished can’t also be attractive.’ And yet you-” The lord bites his lip in what he mist thinks is charming, “-have enchanted me.”

You muster your best flattered grin, despite the way your stomach sours.

“Thank you, my lord. I assure you the feeling is mu- hngh!” Blood nearly draws from thr forceful bite against your lip, a moan nearly clawing its way out of you mouth. The lord’s eyebrows shoot up. “E-excuse me. I think some of my old battle scars are-” another breathy sigh, your cheeks growing hot, “-acting up. I apologize.”

You don’t stay to hear the lord's worried questions and sympathies, instead running to your tent. You pass by drinking soldiers and courtiers, all celebrating your last victory. None spare a look at their serious captain, knowing how often you retreat your quarters. Surely to look over battle strategies and war routes, always the hard worker.

“F-fuck, Rust.” You pant, nearly collapsing once you reach your bed. The appendage currently circling your clit stops, your cunt aching from the lack of stimulation. “You have to stop doing that.”

“And why should I?” Rust's smug voice echoes in your helm. “Not like that buffon would’ve noticed. Pigheaded, ignorant fool, flirting with you-”

This was a common occurrence as well. Something about military success and captain’s armor has a way of drawing people’s attention, several nobles looking to leech off of the prestige of courting you. While you’ve perfected a method of deflection, seeming humble yet appreciative, Rust can’t help but seeth whenever they start sweet talking. His jealousy comes to a head, all the sass and the passion all bursting out like a broken dam. You’re usually able go escape somewhere private before it becomes too overwhelming, but there have been times you struggle to finish your sentence because of the tentacles fucking you like a piston, his low voice whispering laviscious that echoe in your ears.

“You’re an immaculate treasure, captain. They don’t deserve you.”

“I don’t know when you look more beautiful, on the battlefield or cumming on my tentacles.”

“Cum for me, Captain.”

You learn to give a grated smile, utter an excuse about your old injuries, and hobble away while cum runs down your legs in rivulets.

It can get a little frustrating, but in this moment, you can't say you hate the effect jealousy has on him.

“Forget about him.” You collapsed onto your bed, all thoughts of reprimanding Rust fading from mind. The only need at the forefront of your mind is lust, your body craving the taste of pleasure. “It’s just us now.”

If he could, Rust would surely be smirking.

“That's right. As it should be.” Rust’s voice rumbles all across your body, accompanied by the familiar slipping of his tentacles, all slotting into place. One slides right between your pussy lips, now slick, and resumes circling your clit. “Just you and I, together.”

Your head is thrown back in a moan, helm falling off and letting your hair lie loose. Rust’s inner body only extends to your chestplate, his voice now echoing off your collar and into your ear.

“Yes, pretty girl. Such pretty noises.” Two tentacles encircle your breasts, squeezing and fondling. “My gorgeous captain” The metal shakes with Rust’s purrs, plate joints rubbing against each other as all the tentacles move. “Hmm, I love the way this pussy tastes after a long battle.”

“Rust.” You whine, hand thrown over your face as a hot blush spreads up your neck.

“What? Its true.” A tip of a tentacle prods at your entrance, dancing around it like a tease. “The sweat that drips down between your thighs, your sweet juices…” That tapered tip slowly enters your whole, tabtalizinignly slow, “It’s addictive.”

A shaky sigh is muffled by your palm, your legs instinctively spreading wide as the tentacle stretches you open. Lines of ridges along the side scrape against your walls, sending shocking bolts across your stomach. Your free hand digs into your blankets.

“Divine.” Rust moans, two limbs pressing your breasts together as another slots in between them. The tentacle inside burns as it reaches its girthiest part, the tip now curled against your g-spot. “If those fools ever saw you like this, captain, they’d know how out of their league you are.”

“Aah!” Your hand becomes a fist and you bite down on your knuckles, Rust finally starting to thrust inside of you. In private he likes to take his sweet time setting the pace, unraveling you like a gift.

“I want you to sing for me, general.”

“Oh, fu-uck.” You draw out your vowels, back arching as the tentacles around your nipples twist even tighter. The ones deep in your pussy go frustratingly slow, drawing out to the tip before pressing you open again. “Rust.”

If your enemies could see you now; The fierce Captain of the Crimson Brigade, whose command brought countless victories for the crown, who never rested until the fight was one, begging like a common whore. Your voice all high and needy, so different from the gruff persona you put on when shouting orders.

On the battlefield, you and Rust are all business. Everything clicks, your two bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, throwing javelins and wielding a greatsword with ease. You’re the perfect pair; You bring the technique, he brings the strength, and together you can bring down titans. A force to be reckoned with, that bows to no one.

But it can be exhausting. All those decisions, life-changing decisions, are in your hands. You are the face of this operation, after all, and any missteps reflect on your leadership, no one else's.

So what's wrong with handing the reins over, every once in a while? Let someone set the pace, move your body for you. Let you be the obedient soldier, following the lead.

“Good girl.” Rust purse, and all those troubles from before melting away.

Your thighs fight to clench together as he begins fucking you faster, vision blurring as he hits your g-spot with precision. The merriment of celebration and drunken victory outside are loud enough to drown your wanton noises. Let them have their image of their general, let them have the person you pretend to be on the battlefield. These noises are for Rust, and only Rust.

“I’m getting close.” Your lips quiver, the skin nearly worn thin from your incessant biting. “Please, Rust.”

“How could I ever say no to you, Captain?” A second tentacle slips inside you, joining its twin and thrusting in you like a well-oiled machine. A gaso claws its way out of your throat, hips jumping from the burning stretch. “Especially when you ask so nicely.”

The tentacles twist together, writing against your walls. Your eyes roll back into your head as a buzzing sensation travels up from your core to your face, like you're starting to go numb.

“Oh, gods!” You cry out as the crescendo finally hits, pussy clenching the tentacles in a vice. All of Rust’s appendages shudder, a sultry groan echoing out of your collar.

The armor feels hot, almost too hot as you lay in the end, the high of climaxing slowly fading. Sweat drips down your entire body, loving tentacles lapping them up eagerly. Words still escape you, your thoughts a jumbled mess of sensations and emotions. You should really take a shower, shed Rust and clean him as well, but everything is sore, and your brain calls for sleep.

“Rest, my captain. We can bathe in the morning.”

Rust whispers, low tone only pulling you further into unconsciousness.

In the soft embrace of your lover, you can fall asleep peacefully. No thoughts of battles, or blood, or death. Just the two of you, as always.

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Rainbow Baby

Charles x fem!reader

From this request 

Summary: You had an accident and miscarriage when you were 3 months pregnant, but only Charles and a few relatives both of you knew that you were pregnant at the time of the accident. When you became pregnant again two years after the accident, this time you decided to not hide your baby and what happened in that accident.

WARNINGS: miscarriage, mental and physical problems, too much angst

A/n: not edited writing...

It was the third month of your pregnancy, although your belly was not very clear, certain people around you knew about her pregnancy. You were glad when Charles suggested not to explain the baby to the outside world until you felt comfortable, you didn't want all eyes on you.

Charles was always there for the baby and was very attentive to you even in the first months.That's why when you said you were going out to dinner with your friends tonight, he insisted you not go.You kept talking to tell him it's okay and you're feeling fine today.

You were so excited when you finally persuaded Charles that you kissed him and left the house and drove off in your car. Everything happened so fast, even before you could tell there was a car coming out of the tunnel, you heard a crash and your car started to drift towards the wall at the tunnel entrance.The last thing you remembered was siren sounds.

Charles was with you when you opened your eyes. He was in a mess, when he saw you, he smiled for a moment and got up from where he was sitting on the hospital bed next to you and sat on the hospital bed, held your hand, you were looking around trying to understand where you were.

You frowned and the first thing you did when you realized that you were in the hospital was to put your free hand on your stomach and look at your stomach, your eyes filled with tears. Charles shook your hand and hugged you tightly as you started to cry "I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry"

Losing your baby didn't affect you and Charles very well, but thanks to the love between the two of you, you were able to recover.It had been very difficult, but you believed that without Charles it would have been a wound that would never have healed.

Two years after the accident, the thing happened that made you both fully recover. You were pregnant again.This time you were both more sensitive, you knew this Rainbow baby would change your life.

This time you didn't want to hide the baby from the fans because you didn't want to make an effort to hide yourself and you didn't think you could mentally handle it.Charles, of course, supported you in this decision, he was aware that the last two years had a heavy impact on you rather than on him, so he stood by you in every decision as always.

For this reason, you prepared a joint post on Instagram and announced your rainbow baby to the whole world.Of course, within a few hours, the whole world was shaken by the news because most fans knew very well what a rainbow baby was.

Everyone seemed to go crazy, both of you started getting notifications and calls on your phones like crazy. You were expecting such a reaction but it hurt your heart that people were so knowledgeable about it because it probably meant that they experienced it too.

Charles was sitting next to you and when you looked into his eyes you saw again that man who could burn the whole world for you he took your hand and smiled at you "Charles, I think we should tell them, we can't keep it to ourselves any longer, they need to know what happened in that accident. After all, they know our baby now, I'm ready now I feel strong enough to talk about it"

Charles asked several times if you were sure about it, and each time you told him that you were fine and that it was important that you explain it.Starting from being actually pregnant at the time of the accident, you explained clearly how you collected yourself in these two years after the miscarriage and what your psychology was like.What Charles and you went through, what mental difficulties you struggled with, everything was in this article and you didn't hesitate to publish it, these were facts, you went through hard times.

Written from the point of view of the two of you, you explained what Rainbow baby means as a small footnote for those who don't know, while publishing this statement about what you've been through for two years, this baby was connecting you to life again.

You wanted not to answer the phone for a while after the statement was published because you kept thinking that there were people going through it and how hard it was for them too. Charles hugged you all day, you read books together and tried to stay away from everything electronic

When you looked at your phone in the evening, the news was really everywhere, everyone was sending support messages.Most women who have experienced this have sent you messages and the reason for your current sentimentality is that you were crying when you read their stories.

you felt more relaxed and now you were ready to live a new life when your rainbow baby was born.You could really feel the support that everyone sent, especially you were very grateful to Charles, who did not leave your side even though he was not well during these two years.This baby would be a new hope for all of you.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ NO NUT NOVEMBER? I HARDLY KNOW HER!

awkward! gojo x black! boss! reader

— when staying after work during no nut november, awkward! gojo ends the month with a bang…

gojo was at his desk typing away at his computer, subconsciously ignoring the strain against his pants. gojo hadn’t touched himself in a month, him and a few of his friends doing a stupid ass nnn challenge. gojo was an idiot for accepting the challenge, knowing that almost everyday when he’d go home he’d stroke his dick to the thought of you, his boss. some days your tits would pop out of the top of your shirts, your ass poking out of the bottom of your skirts anytime you bent down to pick up a pen you dropped or a document, all the men in the office thirsted over your fat pussy lips on display.

“ah! hello satoru, what are you doing here so late?” you teasingly ask, walking up to him. “oh! i just-i just had to take care of some documents i forgot about!” gojo stammered, his eyes glued to his computer because he knows that if he looks up at you, his erection will be even more painful. “i see.” you nod, walking behind gojo, slowly trailing your acrylics along his shoulders, your tits pressing against the back of his head. “you’re doing such a good job.” you praise the ivory haired man, rubbing circles along his back. “thank you ma’am…” gojo sighs out, peering down at his dick, the blood flowing faster than ever.

“mhm. i’ll be in my office if you need anything, make sure to knock first.” you smirk, walking away. gojo heaved a sigh and slumped down in his seat, unzipping his pants. i mean, he could tug one right here and now. you were in your office, and gojo heard you locking the door. so if he were to get off to the thought of you in the office, you wouldn’t know. gojo unzipped his pants and shimmied them down a bit, his cock hitting just at his belly button with a thud. he groans, slapping a hand over his mouth with the other works at his cock. “shit shit shit.” gojo moaned, muffled by his hand. you were in your office scrolling away on instagram, your other hand digging around in a bag of chips. you decided it was time for gojo to head home for the night, he’d been working hard the whole week, it was only fair to give him a break.

you stood up and opened your door, your heels clacking against the tile floor. your face scrunched up in confusion as you heard meek moans and whines. you slowly converted into a smile, walking up to gojo as he stroked his dick even faster. “ah satoru, what am i going to do with you?” you tut mockingly, gojo immediately letting go of his dick and looking up at you with puppy eyes. “no no! it isn’t what it looks like, promise!” gojo cried out, trying to pull his pants back up. in a swift motion, you pull your leg up and pin gojo’s dick to his stomach with the toe of your heel. “oh shit!” gojo chokes out a strangled moan.

“now who do you think you are getting off in my office?” you snarl, putting more pressure onto his dick. “i’m sorry, ma’am! i just n-needed- i just needed relief!” gojo cried, fat tears streaming down his face. “my stupid little employee, what ever will i do with you?” you coo, retracting your foot from his dick. you hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles before stepping out of them. “w-what are you doing?..” gojo whispers, his eyes glued to your thighs. “teaching you a lesson. however will you learn to not touch yourself in my building?” you ask, unbuttoning your blouse to let your tits pop out freely. gojo’s breath starts to become more heavy and dense.

“i’m so- sorry! please ma’am, i’ll never come back!” gojo pleaded, his hands gripping at the handles of his chair. “oh no, you can stay as much as you want. it’s when you get too much free will, that’s my problem with you.” you say, staring into gojo’s eyes. you make your way in from of him, grasping his dick and slowly sinking down. gojo hisses and bucks his hips up involuntarily. “i’m sorry ma’am..” gojo whines, throwing his head back. you respond with a moan once you make it to the base. “feel so good already…” you laugh airily. gojo start breathing heavier and heavier, curling his toes in his work shoes. you open gojo’s computer and skim through a few documents, slowly rolling your hips onto his. “ah, satoru. these documents are all wrong!” you sigh out, now bouncing up and down onto his dick.

“‘m sorry, ma’am..i’m trying..” gojo whined, moving a hand to grab the fat of your hip. “apparently not hard enough.” you mumble to yourself, bringing gojo’s other hand that was grasping his chair to pinch your nipple. “doing so good f’me baby..” you mewl, trying to keep focused on the documents. “thank you so much..been thinking about this for years almost…all th-this time i’ve worked here…always had my..my eyes on you.” gojo admitted, you still bouncing on his cock. “you had all of these chances, satoru. what happened?” you ask, deleting all of gojo’s hard work. “was scared…i d-didn’t know how to talk to you…” gojo said, feeling his high approaching. you giggled to yourself, the gojo who barely talked to people at work and who often ate lunch alone in his car wanted you.

“i see..” you mumble, the feeling of satoru’s tip hitting your cervix becoming too much. “‘m gonna cum! please ma’am!” gojo practically screamed, arching his back. “give it to me, baby. cmon.” you coax gojo, feeling his hand move from your tit and to start vigorously rubbing your clit. you moaned out at the extra stimulation, feeling yourself let go. “shit- pl-please keep cumming..” gojo whined, slamming his cock upwards into you. gojo came with a whine, both of his hands gripping at your hips.

“g-good boy..” you praised gojo, loving the way his dick twitched inside of you. “t-thank you ma’am..” gojo cries out, feeling you stand up off of his dick. “don’t mention it.” you sigh out. “here, wear these tomorrow. i’ll check.” you demand, throwing your black lacy panties at him, walking back to your office. gojo nodded silently and turned back to his computer, his eyes widening at all the work that was lost by you. looks like he’ll have to stay later tomorrow.

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I And Love And You

Thank you anon for the request! I changed it a little bit to be about when reader was pregnant with Savannah because I already have Alex's birth story posted!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, fear of giving birth, and just a whole lot of fluff

You were pregnant with Alex during the football season a couple of years ago, and Travis was upset that he had to miss almost all of your doctor's appointments and major pregnancy milestones. You spent a lot of time alone up until you gave birth, and while you always reassured him that you were fine, it didn't help him feel any better about not being with you when you needed him the most.

When you found out that you were having your second child, Travis never left your side as early as six weeks. His hands were constantly on your stomach, a reassuring touch you always appreciated, and he was always talking to the baby as you laid in bed together. He was obsessed with your growing belly, and the thought of being a father again. The two of you never really talked about it much, but you were so glad that you were pregnant during the off season this time around, because you weren't so sure you could do this alone again.

Three Months Pregnant

"Good Morning", Travis mumbled into your hair, resting his chin on the top of your head as he watched you stir milk into your tea. His hand traveled down to your belly, his calloused fingers rubbing up and down against the fabric of your t-shirt. You giggled as he tickled your skin, leaning back in his hold. "Baby, I'm barely even 12 weeks, I'm not even close to showing yet."

"I know, I'm just excited. I missed a lot of your doctor's appointments when you were pregnant with Bub", he shrugged, grabbing a protein shake out of the fridge, "I don't want to miss anything."

You gave him a gentle smile, "You won't, I promise, but the baby right now is so tiny, you're probably feeling the burrito I ate last night more than anything."

Six Months Pregnant

"Travis, your hands are freezing, babe." You peeked one eye open, shivering as Travis put his hands on your bare skin as soon as he saw you on the couch. "Sorry, babe." Travis rubbed his hands together to warm them up, using his breath to speed up the process. He had just walked back inside after playing in the snow with Alex, his hands numb. You didn't even notice you had fallen asleep on the couch until you heard Bub running into the house.

You were exhausted, falling asleep as soon as you sat or laid down anywhere. The first couple of months of pregnancy had been difficult with Alex as well, and you were fully expecting to be feeling better now that you were in the second trimester, but something was definitely different. Your doctors assured you that the baby was fine, but you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something might be wrong.

"How are you feeling?" Travis pressed a kiss on the top of your stomach, resting his forehead against your sweater. "Shh, I don't want Savannah's first words to be "are you okay?", you chuckled, scratching Travis' head gently with your nails. "I know. I know." You winced at a sharp pain in your lower back, Travis grabbing your hand to steady you. "Hey, are you okay?" His eyebrows scrunched together in worry. "Yes, your daughter insists on using my back to practice her karate kicks."

"Hey, be nice to your mama, baby girl", Travis whispered. "You're still cookin' in there, we need her."

Seven Months Pregnant

As soon as you got the news that Savannah's lungs were underdeveloped and she might come earlier than expected, you were on edge, constantly worried, and forced to bed rest to make sure both of you stayed as healthy as possible. You started experiencing early labor at 30 weeks, and Travis went on leave to care for you full time.

The night that Savannah was born, you had been in labor for a couple hours, your contractions still too far apart to head to the hospital. You had been through this before, and determined not to panic, so you went through your nighttime routine like it was any other day.

Travis walked into the bedroom after putting Alex down to sleep for the night, walking over to you when he saw you struggling to open the cap of your lotion bottle. "Let me help you." You didn't even object, handing it to him and pulling your shirt up to expose your stomach. Travis was as careful as possible as he massaged the cream into your skin. "You look so beautiful baby", he gave you a gentle smile, steadying your hands when he he saw them shaking.

"I don't even know why I'm so nervous, this is our second baby." You wiped the tears that were beginning to build at your lash line. "I'm so glad you're here, I don't know if I could do this without you." Travis covered you with the blanket, laying down next to you and pulling you into his side. "You don't give yourself enough credit, babe. You're so incredibly strong, I'm in awe of you every day. I'm right here with you, and before we know it, we'll be bringing our baby girl home."

One Week Postpartum

You stood in Savannah's nursery, the room dark and cold. As much as it broke your heart, you had to head home after spending a week in the NICU with your brand new baby. Alex needed to get back into a routine, but you felt an overwhelming sense of guilt that a part of your heart wasn't here in your arms like you had planned. Travis leaned against the threshold of the door, watching you fold some clean baby clothes. "Don't even think about it." You held up a finger to stop him from asking you the only question you knew you wouldn't be able to answer honestly.

He held up his hands in surrender, walking over to you and pulling you into his chest. "I already know. I'm not okay either." You sighed, allowing yourself to melt into his hold. Travis' hand instinctively found your belly, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, habit." He chuckled, lifting your chin to place a kiss on your lips. You stopped him as he tried to pull his hand away, patting it as he rubbed against your t-shirt again. "I know I'm not pregnant, but I've grown to love it."

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