On Your Knees For Me, Like A Slut /Sukuna Ryomen Drabble/ .o1

anon requested:

Can I request a n/sfw with Whitebeard where he uses his devil fruit for ummm vibrations and such? Please and thank you!!

Written by: Bee 🐝 @secretsnailor Anon. Are we friends? Did one of my friends write this as a gift for ME? If so, thank you my friend. :D And if NOT, anon. We should be friends because your ideas? 🤝 Go hand-in-hand with mine! I had already started writing something for this and this gave me the boost I needed to finish, so THANK YOU. You didn't say which gender, so I hope F!Reader is alright! If not, you can always come back and ask for GN/M because 🙈 I love me a good Whitebeard prompt.

Whitebeard x F!Reader / NSFW  / 2.5k Summary: Learning Whitebeard could vibrate his own dick, you were determined to try it at least once. How could you not? Warnings: Size difference, cock warmer, kinda exhibitionism, and comes on reader.

You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.

A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.

Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.

“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.

“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.

The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.

An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.

It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.

“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”

“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.

“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.

Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.

“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.

The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.

You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.

“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”

Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.

Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.

Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”

“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.

“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”

“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”

“Listen to what—”

A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.

The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.

“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.

"Yo, Marco, wait up!"

Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.

Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.

Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”

“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.

“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.

Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.

Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.

“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.

When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”

Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.

The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.

He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.

“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.

“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.

Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.

“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.

Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.

“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.

“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.

His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.

Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.

A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.

Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.

“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.

“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.

“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.

Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”

His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.

“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.

You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.

“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.

“Please what?”

You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.

“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.

You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.

“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.

“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.

The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.

Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.

“Want to go again?”

And you did.

i see you.

summary: being the product of a secret relationship between a human scientist and a na’vi comes with its perks. one of them being neteyam sully.

pairing: neteyam x fem!na’vi/human reader

warnings: heavvyyyyyyy smooching, angry jake, mention of parent dying/leaving, also things get a lil spicy, one use of y/n.

note: tell a friend to tell a friend she’s baaaaaack !!!!! i haven’t written something in so long so my grammar is kinda shit, so if you see something that doesn’t make sense ignore it! anyway- reader & neteyam are aged up to twenty years old. also reader is 6ft since she’s na’vi/human, but she’s still small compared to him since he’s like 8’2. 

no one knew how it happened- how you happened. how a human scientist and na’vi mated; it should have been impossible, but somehow they made it possible. 

your mother travelled from earth to pandora to study the native species of the omaticaya clan. during her studies, one particular na’vi caught her eye, and sooner than later they developed a secret relationship and fell deeply in love. 

they were inseparable- he taught her the ways of the forest and showed her how the na’vi live day to day. while your mother brought him along to collect samples of the environment around her, and he kept her safe as they explored.

the battle between the sky people and the na’vi, unfortunately ended with your father dying at the hands of your mothers colleagues. the omaticaya finally won, but when the rest of the human soldiers were sent back to earth, your mother was stuck. 

she was unable to travel in cryosleep while carrying you, so she was forced to stay on pandora and live out the rest of her pregnancy on the foreign planet. 

the only person who knew the identity of your father, was your mother and grace. everyone else assumed some soldier knocked up your mom, but boy, were they wrong. 

when you were born, your eye shape and color of your skin resembled your mothers, but the color of your irises were a deep amber, almost glowing yellow. darkened skin-colored stripes decorate your body head to toe, and white freckles adorn your facial features. 

the secret was out- you’re half na’vi, and half human. 

once the clan found out the scientists child is part na’vi, they took you under their wing to teach you their ways. your mother became extremely jealous, knowing that she could never be accepted by them like you have.

at the mere age of four, your mother left the base to travel back to earth without you. leaving you under the care of norm, max, jake and the rest of the clan.

thankfully being part na’vi and human, you’re able to breathe both types of air. mo’at became your motherly figure once your mom disappeared, quickly helping you adapt to their lifestyle in the forest.

over the years, you started to realize that you were different from the other na’vi children. you’re shorter in height, aren’t as fast, and you didn’t have their azure-colored skin. but somehow, you still felt as if you were a part of them. 

you became close to neytiri and jake’s kids, mostly kiri. you grew up with her and neteyam, but as you blossomed into a woman you wouldn’t dare to look him in the eyes. 

fearing that he’d realize your true feelings for him if he stared into them too long. 

throughout your teen years, you casually dated a few na’vi boys, but none of them were neteyam sully. nobody could compare, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

even now as a young adult, those old feelings can’t be choked down anymore. the same feelings you had about the eldest sully boy when you were younger. 

“stop drooling.” kiri teases you under her breath as her hands work to weave a basket. 

you’re knocked out of your trance, head whipping to face her. “no! i am not drooling.” you scoff and shake your head as you continue tucking leaves into the correct shape. you can feel your cheeks burning hot from her catching you staring at her older brother. 

you glance up from your working hands, admiring how neteyam effortlessly spears a fish in the water that he’s standing ankle-deep in. he lets out a triumphant laugh as lo’ak hollers proudly at him from the grass. 

“yeah, bro! get that fiiiiiish!” the younger boy whoops happily with his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound.

the older brother turns his head to see who else could have noticed the catch, barely making eye contact with you before your eyes drop back down to your hands. 

swiftly, you busy yourself with tucking the leaves into each other. your pointed ears twitch slightly when you notice the sound of rustling water growing closer. 

kiri nudges your arm with her shoulder which confirms your suspicions.

he’s walking up to you. why is he walking up to you? you didn’t say anything to him. you didn’t even get a good look at him. there’s no reason for him to come over here.

from your peripheral vision, you can see his feet stop right in front of you in the glittering water. “hey guys.” he speaks softly, almost out of breath.

“hey, neteyam!” kiri quips at him, eyeing you from the corner of her eye with an evil grin.

the sound of his panting voice makes your heart  skip a beat and your abdomen constrict your breathing. you push the basket away from your nervous hands to rest them on your knees. your eyes carefully drag up the lanky expanse of his body, meeting his eyes with your own.

“oh hey, neteyam. how’s… um- the fishing going?” you hum nervously, chewing on your bottom lip out of a nervous habit. 

you can’t help but notice his hands are resting on his slender hips with his infamous bright smile on his face. 

“it was good. caught a few big ones…” he huffs out another strained breath. the sound makes you want to fall over, “what are you guys doing?” his eyes dart over to the trees for a split second before squatting down in front of you and kiri. 

his big round eyes look over your unfinished baskets, reaching out to touch yours gently. 

“hey! don’t touch. you’ll ruin it.” kiri swats at his grabby hands, making him raise his arms in surrender. “okay, okay!” he laughs. 

the sound of rustling leaves distracts you from the boy in front of you, making you and kiri turn to look behind your backs. before you could even make it halfway, his hands wrap around your wrists to yank you forward. 

“shit!!” you yelp before you face-plant into the chilly water, gurgling under the surface before lifting your head up, taking a sharp breath.

muffled laughter fills your ears as you sit up in the pond, pushing your soaked hair out of your face and off of your ears so you could hear. 

neteyam is sitting in the pond directly in front of you, hand laying across his abdomen as he belly laughs along with lo’ak. 

kiri is already climbing out of the water, grumbling under her breath and wringing out her hair. “screw you guys.” she calls back, flipping her middle finger before disappearing into the thick forest towards home. 

you look back at neteyam and lo’ak who are slightly calming down between their fits of laughter. “you… should… see… your… face… right… now!” neteyam cackles, throwing his head back in the air. 

“best idea, bro.” lo’ak reaches over to high five his brothers shoulder and to use him to pull himself out of the water. he grabs neteyam’s hand to help him up next, both of them still giggling.

“this was your idea?” you stare up at neteyam with squinted eyes and a scowl on your face. 

the boy audibly gulps when he notices your changed demeanor, his hand going to scratch the back of his neck. “uuhh, yeah… maybe?” he clears his throat, darting his eyes away from you. 

for a moment, you keep the angry facade before your arm winds back and you send your hand through the water to splash the older boy. 

“woah!” neteyam blocks the water with one of his hands, a surprised smile instantly forming on his perfect lips.

he swoops down towards the water, sending a wave directly into your face. “hey!” your eyebrows furrow, quickly getting onto your knees to send another burst of water towards him. 

lo’ak watches the scene unfolding in front of him, noticing that the rest of the fish swam away from the commotion. “guess we’re done fishing today.” he sighs in defeat and climbs out of the pond without either of you noticing. he follows kiri’s footsteps into the forest with the basket of fish over his shoulder.

you and neteyam continue battling it out, which ends in both of you completely soaked head to toe. “truce! truce!” you yell out in exasperation, falling back into the water. 

“my stomach hurts from laughing. i can’t anymore.” you continue to giggle as neteyam helps you up from your position in the water. he slowly trails behind you as you trudge back towards land, his tall stature towers over you from behind. he reaches out to grip your hips to lift you onto the plush grass. 

the feeling of his hands resting on your body makes your blood run hot, cheeks flaring with heat. 

“we’re drenched. what are we going to tell everyone?” he breathes out heavily with a soft chuckle. 

“we slipped and fell into the water?” you suggest and look up at him.

“we just happened to both slip and fall into the water together?” his eyebrows raise, and his cheeks puff out air in attempt to not laugh.

unfortunately, neteyam decides to look down at you which makes both of you burst into laughter again, “that idea is so stupid.” he choked out, pressing his fist to his mouth to stifle his little laughs. 

“let’s go back. we can figure it out on the way.” you sputter out, hunching over slightly as you walk forward in attempt to stop your giggles.

“hey, wait!” neteyam’s voice is suddenly serious, and you can’t feel his height looming behind you anymore.

you turn around at the sound of his voice, seeing he’s still in the same spot he was standing in. “i don’t want to go back yet.” he admits, his big round eyes darting down to his feet. 

you can feel your heartbeat grow faster, pattering against your chest like a jackhammer. “why not? you okay?” you take a hesitant step forward to stand underneath him, looking up in attempt to read his facial features.

by now, the sun is starting to set. the foliage around you both is slowly changing over, the white freckles in each others skin sparkling under the moonlight. 

his yellow eyes shyly look into yours, a timid smile twitching up onto the corner of his lips. 

“m’fine, i promise. i just want to stay here for a little longer. i don’t want to go back just yet.” he mumbles softly, a puff of his breath fans over your face from your close proximity. 

you can’t help but feel giddy from his words, unable to stop yourself from reaching your hand out to rest on his waist. your thumb absentmindedly rubs circles against his soft skin, “do you mind if i stay with you?” 

“do i mind?” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, throwing his head back with an over-exaggerated sigh. 

embarrassment floods your body, making your ears ring from the blood rushing through your head. out of fear he’s angry with you, your hand pulls away from him, “oh i’m sorry. i’ll go then.” you start to turn the opposite way but he grabs your hips to keep you in place. 

“are you serious? you really don’t get it do you?” he almost laughs out of amusement, but you can’t help but feel even more confused. 

“i want you to stay here with me. i want you.” one of his hands come up from his side, bending down slightly to carefully tuck your hair behind one of your ears. 

your face stays emotionless as your eyes dart from his eyes to lips and back. “say something. anything?” he begs and shakes his head at you with an amused smile. 

“‘teyam…” you breathe out, a big smile beaming across your face, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks; something you could’ve only dreamed of doing. “i can’t tell if you’re being serious.” you whisper softly in the small amount of space between your faces.

“i’m gonna kiss you now to show you how serious i am.” he looks directly into your eyes before they flutter shut and he leans forward. 

the feeling of his lips on yours makes your knees go weak. neteyam sully is really kissing you right now. your arms wrap around his waist tightly to hold yourself up, which he quickly notices. 

his large hands drag down your sides and over your butt to grip the back of your thighs to hoist you up to his height. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, ankles locking against his lower back. 

the new position allows him to deepen the kiss even more by gently wiggling his tongue against yours. he stumbles forward to a nearby tree, pressing your back against the trunk of it. 

it’s not like he’s having trouble carrying you, you’re equivalent to a feather for him. he just wants you closer. 

one of his braids falls in your face, swinging and tapping your cheek whenever your lips would connect.

“your hair…” you giggle against his lips, bringing your hand up to his face to tuck it back behind his ear. 

“sorry, they have a mind of their own, ya know.” his husky voice mumbles deeply into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin. 

your eyes flutter open to be met with the glowing forest, neon colors lighting up the vegetation around you both. you’ve been on this planet for twenty years and it still surprises you every day. 

neteyam pulls back to look you in the eyes, letting you admire his face for a moment. his blue skin seems brighter under the bioluminescent foliage. especially with the gleaming freckles that paint his skin. 

“ma neteyam, you’re so pretty.” your hand cups his soft cheek which he nuzzles into your palm almost instantaneously.

“no, you’re the pretty one, my girl.” he leans forward to peck your lips once more. the little nickname makes your stomach do somersaults in your belly. his tail flicks up happily against your ankle, tickling your lower leg.

neteyam takes the time to gently kiss down your neck and over your collarbone, “i want you to be mine.” he almost whimpers. his nose nuzzles against your pulse point as his lips continue litter your neck with kisses. 

“will your parents approve?” your voice slightly quivers, “you’re next in line to become eytukan. i’m not a full-blood. i don’t think-.” your rambling is paused by his lips pressing against the tip of your nose. 

“i don’t care what they think. plus, you know my dad likes you.” he gives you a reassuring smile, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. you can’t help but take note that his palm and fingers cover the entire side of your head. 

“yeah, but your mom…” you trail off, not wanting to seem rude by talking about his mother, but you know that she has a problem with humans. you’ve seen the way she looks at spider. 

“look, i’m half-blood too. i don’t think my mom is going to care, plus you’ve been around our family for years. she likes you, i promise.” 

“i’m not one of you. i’m different, neteyam.” you let out shakily, “i’m small and not as fast, i can’t keep up with you.” your eyes dart to the side as you chew on the skin of your lip. 

“look, i know she can be tough, but i promise you, i don’t care what she thinks. since i was a teenager, i realized that i wanted you. i wasn’t brave enough to tell you that until now, but i don’t give a shit about our differences.” his hand grips your jaw with his hand, turning your face towards him so he can look into your watery eyes. 

“i see you, y/n.” his doe-like eyes flicker over your face, trying to read your expression. his eyes are full of adoration and love for the girl in his arms. 

your breath gets caught in your throat, “and i see you.” both of your hands slide up from his chest to rest on either side of his face, pulling him in for another kiss. 

on the way up, you accidentally brush against the voice comm device on his necklace. not knowing it would activate and relay sound through his father’s, mothers, and lo’ak’s ear piece. 

you both gasp into each others mouth when he ruts his hips against your center, the pressure pins your hips to the tree behind you. 

“what is that sound? who has their comm on?”you hear a low muffled voice coming from somewhere. 

neteyam instantly pulls away from the heated kiss, eyes wide with terror and embarrassment. your lips parting lets off a loud suction noise when he pulls away, now making it obvious what the sounds were coming from.

neteyam holds you up with one arm while he uses the other to click on a button on his necklace to turn it off, “it’s my dad.” 

“it’s just neteyam sucking face.” you hear lo’aks voice come through clearly in his ear piece. 

the boys head falls forward to rest on your chest, letting out the loudest over-exaggerated groan of annoyance. the puff of his hot breath against your damp skin makes a shiver shoot down your spine.

you can’t help but giggle and gently pet the top of his head in attempt to console him, “i’m never going to live this down.” he speaks against your skin, grumbling obscenities under his breath. 

“neteyam! where are you, boy?” jake shouts into his ear. 

he taps your thigh to signal you to release your grip from around his waist. he gently lowers you back down to the ground before answering him, “i’m here, dad. i’m here.” 

you can’t help but lean your head on his elbow since that’s the only place you can reach. you grab one of his hands, bringing it to your face to examine it. 

you thread your fingers through his much larger ones, squeezing his hand with your own. you almost laugh at how his hand engulfs yours. 

“yeah, mmmhmm. yeah, okay. i hear you. lo’ak shut up. i got it. we’ll be there soon.” neteyam responds to whoever is talking in his ear. 

“is everything okay?” you mumble quietly, peering up at him through your eyelashes. 

“they want us to come back, but i think everything is okay.” he smiles down at you, pulling you into his side while still holding your hand. 

neteyam leads you through the thick brush of the forest to his ikran. the banshee chirps at the sight of it’s owner, fluttering it’s wings in excitement. “hey, buddy.” neteyam hums and rubs it’s head. 

he reaches around his back for his braid, bringing it forward to make bond with the animal. neteyam effortlessly mounts onto the bird, reaching a hand out for you to take.

you step forward to slide your hand into his so he could help you on and get situated. “hold on tight.” he peers down at you from behind his shoulder with a smirk before the ikran nosedives off of the tree branch. 

“oooohhhhh my god!” you screech as your arms desperately flail around his waist, holding onto him as tightly as you can. 

he can’t help but laugh at your scream once he levels out, now coasting through the sky through the floating mountains. one of his hands reaches back to grip your thigh to pull you even closer to him. 

you hesitantly open your eyes, looking down into the glowing scenery beneath you. “beautiful, right?” his voice raises over the loud whooshing of the wind. 

“i love it.” you squeeze his torso tight, snuggling your temple into the crook of his back as you coast through the air. 

the ikran dips down slightly, making you gasp and tighten around his body. neteyam chuckles, his hand rests on your leg to slowly rub gentle circles into your skin to calm you. 

“hold on, we’re gonna descend.” he leans forward with the ikran, plunging downwards toward the ground once again. you squeal loudly, wriggling behind him in attempt to get closer to him. 

neteyam chuckles, shaking his head as he weaves and bobs between trees to make it back home. the ikran vertically swoops up into the large crevasse in the cave floor, landing on the rocky floor. 

neteyam hops easily off the ikran, disconnecting tsaheylu before his hands grip your waist to lift your body up to place you on the ground next to him.

“what were you guys thinking staying out past curfew?” jake storms up to you both, obviously angry. 

“i know, but i can handle myself. i know how to fight.” neteyam grumbles back, making jake even angrier with his son. if steam could shoot out of his ears at this moment, it would. 

“i know that you know how to fight, son. but the rda, they could be roaming anywhere. it’s dangerous, especially putting her in that situation.” he looks down at you, then turns his attention back to his son.

before jake could lecture him even more, you decide to intervene, “i’m sorry, sir. it’s all my fault we stayed out. i persuaded him to stay… to uh- fly around,” you glance up at neteyam through the corner of your eye, “i take full responsibility.” you nod at jake, gulping down your nervousness. 

jake sighs as he rubs his temples with one of his hands, “so then what’s the reason why both of you are soaked?” he points out, making you instantly freeze from not knowing what to say. 

neteyam’s hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, “to be honest, we were wrestling in the water.” 

your eyes blow wide from his words, turning to him to stare daggers into the side of his face. 

“wrestling… in the water?” jake almost laughs, “look i didn’t need to know that much. you couldn’t come up with a better excuse than that?” 

“oh shit.” neteyam whispers under his breath, “no, dad, it’s not like that at all. i meant… we were just splashing each other after fishing. it wasn’t anything like that.” 

“look, you two just be safe and keep it on the down-low. and next time, please take off your comm, ‘kay?” jake lowers his voice before shaking his head in disbelief and turning on his heel to head back. 

“so he thinks we had sex then, huh?” you breathe out defeat, looking up at neteyam. the boy lets out a huff of air as he watches his father walk away, “yeah i guess so.” his voice has a slight tinge of humor to it. 

the hand resting on your shoulder pulls you into his side with a little chuckle. he starts walking with you toward the pod where the scientists sleep. 

he follows you up the steps to the door, pausing a few steps down before you could open it. his face now parallel to yours since you’re higher on the stairs. 

you smile down at him, reaching out to gently pinch his chin to pull his face forward. you press your lips against his softly, as if he was a delicate flower petal. “i had fun tonight.” you mumble with a smile against his lips before pulling back. 

neteyam presses forward to chase your lips with his, trying to breathe in as much of you as he could. “don’t wanna let you go yet… wanna kiss you more.” he desperately pulls you forward to kiss you again, sucking in a sharp breath. 

your arms lazily drape over his shoulders to kiss him slowly, and tantalizingly. he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling the skin before making his way down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. 

“gotta go to bed before my mother has me by my throat.” his words make you laugh as you twirl one of his braids between your fingers. 

“tomorrow i wanna take you somewhere. will you let me?” he pulls back with a smile, thumb rubbing the skin of your outer thigh. 

“of course, i would love to. but where though?” you question with your fingers still busy messing with his hair. 

“it’s a surprise.” he hums playfully making your eyebrows furrow from curiosity of where it could be. 

“i love surprises.” you grin, leaning forward to peck his lips once more before attempting to completely pull away. neteyam groans from the warmth of your body leaving him, his arms wrap around your legs to keep you in place. 

“don’t leaaaaave.” he whines, resting his chin on your chest to look up at you. 

“i need to shower and clean up before bed. plus your mother is going to have your throat, ya know.” you poke his little pink nose, making his face scrunch up cutely.

“you’re right, you’re right.” he grumbles sadly, patting your outer thigh before he completely pulls back and stands up straight. he leans forward to swiftly peck your lips, “just needed one more, m’sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he turns around to climb down the rest of the steps. 

“goodnight, neteyam!” you shout at him as you unlatch the metal door. 

he turns around at the sound of your voice, “goodnight.” he whisper-yells back at you as he slowly walks backwards to watch you slip inside. 

neteyam’s smile on his face doesn’t falter, not even for one second. the only thing on his mind is you. he never would have imagined that his day would have ended like this. confessing his feelings to you, and kissing you goodnight. it’s almost as if he’s living through a fantasy his younger self dreamed of. 

the excitement of you makes him toss and turn throughout the night; it makes him nervous, knowing that he is already head over heels for you and in too deep- but all he can worry about now, is seeing you tomorrow. 

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tags: @k----a27s @aspenreadsfanfic @aliseaaah

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* IT'S A MATCH! — jjk men on dating apps

// you've matched with: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen

summary: your experiences with the jjk men on various dating apps (hc and small blurb set) fem!reader warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex (all), breeding kink (nanami), public sex (gojo and geto), car sex (geto), praise kink (geto), nipple play (gojo), fem!receiving oral (sukuna), overstimulation (sukuna)

: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU

you match with gojo on HINGE!

listen, i—this man is hinge's exact target audience. his first photo is the most majestic, stunning photo you've ever seen (it was 100% taken by a professional photographer) and the rest of his photos are the most obscure, borderline concerning memes (what the fuck is onika burgers...?) combined with some... brow-raising prompt answers. "dating me is like: dating the most perfect angel princess supermodel superstar 🐬❤️‍🔥🤯🥰😋👑✨ ever" and "i go crazy for: some CRAZY sloppy top like gawk gawk 1000% vacuum seal special hmu"

he is so unserious. he leaves an interesting message on a photo of yours that he likes: "may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took your mom to the hospital to give birth to you" like ofc you match

he either messages you instantly or takes 5 business days, there is no in-between. you have three conversations going on simultaneously about different topics and at this point, you just wanna meet this man (get dicked down) and finally, he asks you out to go check that new cafe with gourmet pastries downtown!

gojo's got you crowded up against a brick wall outside of the cafe in broad daylight, sucking wet, sloppy marks into your neck and only continuing to migrate lower until he's pulling down a side of your shirt to reveal the soft material of your lacy bra. you're whining, looking around the alleyway in fear that one of the workers is going to step outside, "gojo... quit it, someone could come out any minute," but your actions betray your words, tugging on his hair to continue.

instead of acknowledging you, he takes a long sip out of his abomination of a drink, some iced caramel blended drink with fixings that made the barista earlier grumble under their breath, and comes back to one of your nipples with cold, cold lips that send a shock down your spine. "so fucking sweet. could taste you all day long."

you barely notice the way his other hand has sneaked down to the front of your jeans, hastily undoing the button and quickly descending to the where you need him most.

"you just gotta stay quiet. you can do that for me, yeah?"

: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU

you match with geto on TINDER!

when you swipe right on geto, you get one of those notifications that encourages you to super-like just because of how popular he is. he has some great photos, a few smiling ones with friends, one that shows off his impressive car, absolutely beaming with pride, but it's his last photo that makes you take the leap and super-like his profile. it's a mirror selfie of him after what looks like a hard and successful day at the gym, muscles flexed, hair tied back showing off his piercing, and looking so fucking delicious with a sheen of perspiration that makes him look otherworldly.

he's so good at keeping the conversation going, he compliments your top ten artists, and he even asks about the pet that you have in one of your selfies! it's all in great fun and you guys even exchange numbers and plan a date (dinner and a movie) within the next three days.

you guys don't even make it to the movie. your hand slides up against the fogged up glass window of his car, breaths coming out in irregular intervals as geto slams his dick up to make a home in your pussy. your hands are going every which way, lost and going insane with the sensation of him mercilessly bouncing you up and down, completely undressed while he still sits fully clothed in the driver's seat.

"f-fuck, good girl," geto grits his teeth, head thrown back like he's the one being tortured. "so fucking tight and wet and—holy shit, holy shit—"

at the uncontrolled praise, you moan wantonly, pussy clenching against his hard length as you reach even closer to your peak. "geto, 'm gonna cum, shit, please!"

when he looks back into your eyes, pupils blown wide and you feel your heart stutter at his next words. "who said you could cum yet?"

: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO

you match with nanami on BUMBLE!

it's a week before your sibling's wedding and you have no date! during the bachelorette party, wasted out of your mind, you come to the sad realization that you might just have to suffer through the ceremony and reception alone while surrounded by other people who are happily partnered up. what could possibly be worse?

nanami kento is the most put-together and successful man you see in the first half hour of swiping through the app. like holy fuck, why are you here? this man has carefully cultivated his profile to include a very tasteful bio, a set of photos that showcase a rare, smiling photo of him (courtesy of gojo), and has all his interests, career, what he's looking for, etc. you pause when you see that he has "wants children" under his family goals. you swipe right, because this man is exactly who you need to bring to a wedding.

throughout the wedding day, he's polite, respectful, and so fucking handsome in his custom-tailored suit. he somehow makes it onto 80% of the wedding photos and he's not even part of the family! and at the end of the night, when most of the wedding guests have gone home and it's just you and him slow dancing on the dance floor, you make a mental note to thank those other bridesmaids later.

at your hotel room, he's the opposite of polite and respectful but you think he looks so fucking handsome like this, fucking you from behind and forcing you to look at the mess you've made in the mirror. his hands, god his fucking hands, are driving you crazy, one hand wrapped around the length of your hair and the other holding your ass in place to reach you even deeper. "n-nanami—slow... slow down!"

the pace and the position he's got you in is brutal, but you love it. there's stars in your eyes and he's pulling your hair back so your head's turned to look him in his eyes.

"can't... can't slow down, sweet girl," nanami's breathless, lost in the way your pussy feels scorching hot and squeezing him just right, and he knows it's unbecoming, knows that the way he wants to fill you up and make you bear his kids after the first date is impulsive. it's not like him. but they way you look, desperately attempting to grasp onto something, anything just to be able to take his dick, well... how could a man hold back? "need to fill you up, need to cum inside."

"we gotta work fast if we wanna get you down that aisle next, right?"

: ̗̀➛ BONUS: SUKUNA RYOMEN

you match with sukuna on CHRISTIANMINGLE.COM!

you don't even know why the fuck you showed up. your friend created a profile for you behind your back after too many complaints of being single, the girlies are TIRED. why they chose christianmingle.com of all apps? you'll never know. ring before spring!

sukuna's profile picture is a faceless photo of his unclothed abdomen, showing off a really impressive six-pack and stark black tattoos. he slides into your DMs with the most obscene and graphic pickup line you've ever seen, and somehow it works. how he hasn't gotten banned yet, you don't understand.

he's fifteen minutes late. when you look at your watch for the seventh time that night, you blearily accept the fact that you'll probably die alone, until your date finally shows up. he smells like cigarette smoke, gasoline, and fireball shots. despite every possible red flag being waved in your face, you stay.

in person, he's even more shameless than you thought was humanly possible. you've caught him blatantly staring at your tits more times than you can count, while you're ordering, you see him swiping on tinder when he thinks you're not looking, and he flirts with the server.

he ends up back at your place at the end of the night.

and holy fuck, he's eating your pussy like a man starved. he's moaning into your cunt, three calloused fingers fucking you hard while he presses a rough thumb to your clit, and you cum for the third time that night. he's not even doing it for you at this point, he's doing it for himself.

"you ready?" ready? you hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the whoosh of pants joining yours on the floor. when you look over, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. oh my god. "not god, babe. it's just me."

© ROSESAINTS ! — do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

i'm honored you say my brain cells are jewels, but i regret to inform you that i have 3 left and all are down with a severe case of horny. do you know how hard it is to study when all you can think is how toji would jeopardize it so you'd drop out and he'd get to housewife you up?? not him sitting near your desk, blatantly reading a porn magazine and ensuring you're in full-view of the tent in his pants. the more you try to ignore him, the more he causally gets more obvious, eventually culminating in him jacking off and convincing you to only give him one blowjob then he'd leave you alone. he didn't (obviously, this jackass) and instead had a productive breeding session with you, all. night. long.

i'm trying to function as a normal human being but i can't stop thinking about how toji may allow me to suck on his titties after i pass my exams as he pats my head and rubs circles into my back. him complimenting me on how hard i worked and that am i good girl as i suck on those massive beautiful tits of his like there is no tomorrow. inside though, he's silently lamenting how his master plan failed because we all know i'd be better suited for taking care of his kiddos as his dumb housewife.

(just make a picture to show Toji's tits)

TW: dub-con, housewife kink, oral sex, breeding, spanking, description of porn magazines

Oh no, I know how hard it is for you to face these thirst; it's SO FUCKING HOT. can't take it just thinking about it 😩 seriously raku it's a big loss to the world if you don't show these thoughts.

He pretends to be happy to see us achieve something, interact and socialize with other people like he's a generous old man, but he's not. In his eyes, you are more suitable as a little housewife who takes care of his children, so he gives you that kind of reward. Toji's body is quite strong, so his tits are a little heavy. He strokes your hair as you aggressively suck his nipples, tells you what a lovely and smart good girl you are and plays with your nipples accordingly in return after that.

I like how you describe Toji gradually destroying the motivation of the girlfriend to study. Toji sits in front of you and reads porn magazines. Even as you try your best to review your notes, you still get the occasional glimpse of magazine cover headlines and female models' boobs, such as "little wife on foreign beach honeymoon gets rough fucked by husband," "horny housewife gets a lot of rounds of breeding!", "pregnant college student milked by others." Whether or not this is just a fictional subject of filming, these are clearly horny titles. You panic in embarrassment and ask him to go back to the room to read, but he flatly refuses.

Under cover of the table, you rubbed your thighs quietly, maintaining a calm face, but it didn't escape his observation. Like you said, Toji sits closer to make sure you can see the tent up in his pants, and you know exactly how big that is. You get distracted and try to bury your face in the pile of notes - until you hear the sound of masturbation. You look up and catch a glimpse of him pulling out the erect, thick cock and fondling it slowly, occasionally with a low moan in his throat. You burn your cheeks and accuse him in exasperation and embarrassment - are you serious? You're almost in tears, stressing again to him that there's an exam tomorrow, and you don't want to repeat it, and you don't want to be a housewife-

"I know- I know. You don't have to rage, baby girl." Toji snickered. "But it's been a day since I fucked you. Why don't you give me a little blowjob, and I'll leave you alone."

He hasn't fucked you for a day. He still fucked you in bed last night; what a sacrifice, like he hasn't fucked you in a week. What a smug bastard.

But you can't deny the wet spot in your panties. That masturbation picture stimulates you. Plus, it's a perfect deal if he leaves you alone.

You dropped those study notes. It was a mistake.

You kneel in front of Toji, and he slaps you in the face with his huge dick, causing you to whine. You open your mouth with a shudder and grab the red tip, making a sound of water before licking the swollen perimeter, listening to him compliment you on what a perfect wife and slut you would be. He cums in your mouth without warning while you're in tears and gagged his cock down your throat.

After that, Toji orders you to stick out the tip of your tongue and check that you have swallowed all his seeds. It's a pity that there is still a trace of white on your tongue, and he put you on his thigh to give you a spanking, and your exclamations and pleas are all drowned out in the slaps. He'll use that as an excuse and then finger you relentlessly, wash your mind with orgasm, shove his hardened cock into your wet pussy, and rock his waist back and forth. He fucks you stupid all night and stuffs you with cum.

It's too late when you realize it's just a lie. You had to drop out to be his cute little housewife >.<

babes what we thinking; mean! dad’s bsf! jake when reader is tsu’tey’s daughter? 🙈😵‍💫

him being an asshole while his cock's still sitting inside your tight cunt, ramming in and out of you with a hand slapped over your mouth. tsu'tey is only a few feet away, talking to your mother about how he caught you talking to one of the other boys in the clan.

jake's even more fucking mad now bcs he was the one who found you with the boys and ran over to tell your dad. "you think you're so cute, huh, baby?" his hips are slamming into you, balls slapping up on your ass. he has your face pressed up against the tree with your back arched like a cat, his hands roaming all over your body.

"talkin' to other boys now?" whispering into your ear, "this cock not big enough for you, sweetie?" he asked, pulling your hair back and making you let out a quiet whimper. "n-no, no, jake. please," your nails are scratching into the wood, trying your hardest to stay in place.

"tell me who this pussy belongs to," he's biting at your ear lobe, the tip of his fang digging into the cartilage. "don't make me ask you again." only a cry escaped from your throat, the feeling of his cock brushing over your cervix sending you into a bundle of babbles.

Hold me for a bit longer

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Description: Being the wife of a pro hero is no easy feat— being the pregnant wife of a pro hero makes things much harder. With a baby belly so big you can only waddle as you walk, Shota decides to take some of the weight into his own hands in hopes of providing some relief.

Warnings: established relationship, pregnancy, mentions of sickness

Word count: 1,506

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The concept of life, the fragility of it, never seemed to fully sink it for Shota. As a hero who’s witnessed more disasters and catastrophes than he’d like to recount, he understands well the value of a single life, but he never truly understood how precious it is.

His eyes burned with a need of sleep that had been chasing him for the entire week, slowly wearing him down until he was sure he was a mere second away from falling asleep on the couch. His heart ached to see you. He’d just arrived from his night patrol and simply wanted to catch sight of the treasure he calls his lover.

You walked out of your shared room, recently showered and sporting one of his shirts over your figure. His heart almost seized at the sight. He couldn’t help the adoring smile that pulled at his lips. His shirt, which usually swallowed you whole, now hung over the top of your growing belly.

Shota hauled himself off the couch, dragging his feet over wooden floors until you were within his reach. Tired, sore eyes twinkled with the purest forms of love as he basked in the sight of you. One hand on your jaw, the other clinging to your fingers, he smiled tenderly as you leaned into his touch.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he gazed into those sweet hues of yours, memorizing each twinkle of light caught in your eyes. “How are you?” He murmured, tender and warm.

You sighed, smiling at the warmth of his touch. “Tired,” Gently, you pulled him in just enough to plant a soft pressing of your lips on his cheekbone, right over the scar that ran over his skin. “I missed you today—” As if on cue, you winced slightly, putting a hand over your swollen belly. “We missed you today,” you corrected with a soft laugh.

A sense of adoration softened the sharp lines of your lover’s eyes, his lips turned up in a shy smile. He carefully got on his knees, as if he were scared of spooking the baby within you, and cupped the sides of your belly tenderly. “I missed you, too, kid,” His voice was a whisper, the words gentle and soft. “You’ve been good to your mom?”

You winced again but bit back a smile at the look of astonishment that sparkled in your husband’s eyes as the baby kicked right where his hand was pressed. It’s like this every time. The tiny treasure growing within you always seemed to know when their dad was speaking to them. Shota's eyes always glistened with something akin to wonder and joy whenever the baby reacted to him. It was one of the most precious things you’ve witnessed.

As the baby shifted and continued to kick around, you sighed, letting yourself lean against the wall behind you for support. Shota looked up, concern washing over his features as your face twisted in pain. “Everything alright, angel?”

A single stiff nod was his only reply as you took in deep breaths. Finally, you gave a tired smile. “Yeah, yeah,” Once his fingers were once again locked around your own again, you gave what was meant to be a reassuring squeeze, but turned out to be a hand-crushing grip. “Baby's just getting a bit too big to be moving around this much.”

He watched with a frown as you rolled your shoulders back, adjusting your posture in a vain attempt of finding comfort. Shota had to admit, he didn’t understand how you could walk— well, waddle— with such a swollen belly in the way. He now had to help you get out of bed, hold your hand to help you sit down— he even learned how to paint your toenails now that you couldn’t do it on your own. Never in a million years would he ever complain about small details such as these— he adores doing whatever it takes to keep you happy— but he wasn’t blind to how tired and uncomfortable you grew as your belly continued to swell.

A frown settled on his lips as he looked back at your belly. “Is there anything you need?” He rose to his feet, reassuringly squeezing your hand.

You smiled at his concern, pulling his hand to your lips so you could plant a kiss over his knuckles. “I need this baby out of me,” You only half-joked, remembering you still had at least two more months until your due date. “My back is killing me.”

Shota watched as you once again tried to roll your shoulders back in an attempt to alleviate the aches pf your back, frowning at the look of discomfort that twisted your face. His heart ached for you. The process of seeing your body change over the months has been somewhat bittersweet. The joy of knowing a new member of your family will finally be in his arms makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter, but the bouts of sickness and discomfort that wrack your body flood him with concern.

With lips pulled into a thin line, he toyed around with a thought that swirled around his mind. His hands trailed up to the apples of your cheeks, cupping the sides of your face gently as he searched your gaze. Voice low, he asked, “May I try something?”

Curiosity flashed in your eyes as you leaned into his touch. You turned your face to the side, kissing the palm of his hand with ghostly pressings of your lips. A sigh escaped your lips. “Yeah,”

Shota pulled you away from the wall you leaned on and moved so he was standing behind you. His arms wrapped around you, allowing for his hands to gently cup the bottom of your belly. “Lean into me,” He whispered into your ear, huffing a breath of amusement at your confused expression. “Trust me. Lean back.”

Following his order, you pressed your back to his chest, relaxing into the warmth of his body. “What now?”

His thumbs caressed your belly tenderly. “Take a deep breath.” Once he felt the steady rise of your chest, he slowly and carefully took the weight of your growing baby into his own hands, lifting your belly gently and releasing the pressure from your aching bones. He smiled at the sigh of relief that flew past your lips. “Does this help?”

With your head falling back on his shoulder, you peered up at him with adoration twinkling in your eyes. Shota's heart fluttered. “I love you so much.” A hushed breath carried your voice through the cracks of his heart, giving way for warmth to bloom in his chest as heat rose to his cheeks.

He kissed the top of your head before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Maybe that’ll help him hide how flustered he truly is. His hands continued to hold the weight of the life growing within you, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over the skin of your belly. “I love you, too,” The baby kicked at one of his hands, right on cue. “Yeah, I love you, too, kid.” Shota looked over your shoulder, down at the swollen belly in his hands. He smiled. “They’re heavy.”

You snickered. “I know.”

Shota released a breath of wonder, letting his chin rest over your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

A bright smile tugged at your lips. “So much better,” Your body sunk further into your lover’s. “I really needed this. Thank you.”

Your husband hummed. “Let me know where you’re ready for me to let go.”

Immediately, your hands latched onto his, almost holding on for dear life. “Please,” Your voice was urgent, tight with a plead. “Not yet. Just… hold me for a bit longer.”

Shota's smile grew. His lips caught the side of your face in a gentle kiss. His hands never wavered or strayed away. “Okay,” he breathed. “I’ve got you.”

His heart was light. The weight of your growing baby in his hands made his heart swell with excitement. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, with your back pressed against him and your swollen belly resting in his hands, but he isn’t in a hurry to pull away. Tears welled in his eyes, clinging to his lashes before dropping onto his cheeks. He once again hid by the crook of your neck, breathing shakily as your hands cupped his, joining him in the efforts of holding your belly.

Shota was only starting to understand how precious life was. He still had so much to learn— so much love to give. But right at that moment, he realized he was living in a moment in time he never believed could belong to him. The weight of the unborn creation of your love on his hands made this so much more real to him.

He has a family. His family is growing.

And he knew that, no matter what, he’d keep the treasures of his heart far from the dangers of this world.

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🏷 Aizawa Shota taglist:

@runaowo @beecca9 @bandaidfaerie @zawasleepingbag @retaaschilling @rvgrsbrns @samx-jpeg @girl_lost_not_found @sir-knight-slytherdor @justheretoaskandread @andrastesbeard @yaskna @izukus-gf

˖ ࣪⊹ Y/N is not real. Stop attacking writers because you don't like where you think the direction of 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 story is headed or how it's progressing. It ruins the fun for everyone. It's sad seeing so many talented writers quit and so many good stories go unfinished because some of you lack the patience to let it progress. There is no justification for personally attacking someone because something in their work isn't going your way.

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥.

—cw: gn!reader, term 'doll' is used, rough sex, switching positions, doggy style, mating press, unprotected, creampie, crying(pleasure tears), haven't proofread. Just my morning thoughts.

You know, Toji is so big that for him it's so easy to throw you around while being balls deep inside you. The veins on his big biceps look so hot when he lifts you up to change positions. The scar near his pelvic area slaps against your ass. His cock fills up your hole perfectly when he is fucking you from behind.

"Fuck, babe. You complain about my cock being too big, yet you take me like a champ," he whispers in your ear. He moves away from your ears, holding a fist of your hair. He yanks it back so now your moans aren't suppressed by the pillow. You let out the nastiest and loudest moan. Fuck, he loves it so much.

Toji holds your waist and turns you around.

"T-toji, ah—"

"Wanna see your pretty face when you cry for my cock, baby." You bite your lip, and cover your face from the embarrassment but he slaps your hand away, holding them above your head.

"Don't you fucking dare steal my entertainment, darling," the animalistic lust in his eyes forces out multiple loud moans from you, earning a smile from him. "Now that's what I am talking about."

Toji folds you in half with your legs pressed against your chest and climbs on you. You know what's about to come. He has you in mating press and pushes his dick as far as he can with a loud slap of your skin.

"AH! Fuck," you cry from the overwhelming feeling. He is fucking you so hard. Dick so deep inside you, you can't even breathe normally. He loves it. You are so fragile under his touch that he feels like he might break you in half. But you love it. You love when his cock is hitting the right spot. You love the feeling of his cum spilling inside you. Your thoughts drive you to your orgasm, walls spasming against his dick which results in you milking him. You feel warm and ticklish when he pulls out.

"Next is your mouth. I wanna fill all your holes." Your body is so fucked at this moment. Yet, you roll your tongue out like his good doll you are. His dick twitches at the sight in front of him. Oh he is going to ruin you tonight.

Omg your Madara posts are soo satisfying, Can you plz do Uchiha Sasuke nsfw links too :)

Hey! Sorry for the delay! 🥺 I hope you like this🤞. Do send a feedback!❤️

Warning ⚠️: Contains graphic material, rough sex, 18+, MDNI. Also if you are uncomfortable with this, do not interact.

⚠️This is not proof-read⚠️

😩🥵🔞 SASUKE🔞🥵😩

These are the links.

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3

Even though he has trouble showing people his emotions, don't let him deceive you. This man is crazy about sex.

Sasuke is the kind of man who enjoys having hot, passionate sex with you. He will treat you like his princess in public, but will bang you hard and rough all while degrading you like a slut at home.

As he is away for long periods of time due to the missions that are assigned to him, when he's back home, he will dick you down every chance he gets, irrespective of the time of the day and the surroundings.

You both have done it everywhere, the hokages office, in the dark corner of the alleyway behind the school and even at Naruto's place.

He's always hard. If he is not working, all he can think about is pumping you full with his cum. He loves fucking you, watching your face go dumb with all that pounding.

When you are at home, you are not allowed to wear any underwear or clothes that he can't rip off immediately.

Watching you in skimpy clothes, your ass and tits jiggling with every step you take, turns him on beyond your imagination. He will either finger your pussy or finger your ass. Sometimes he'll just pinch your clit till you come, squirting your juices all over the floor.

Any chance he gets,his dick will be inside your pussy breeding you. He loves the thought of you fat and pregnant with a baby and will suck on your boobs till they are raw and sensitive, as a practice for future.

He loves when you deep throat him. He'll hold your hair and make you choke on his dick repeatedly till you drink his cum, swallowing all of it without spilling a single drop on the floor.

You are not allowed to masturbate. If you want help, you need to go to him. He'll help you by fingering your pussy so hard, that you leave his room whimpering, you pussy satisfied with pain and pleasure.

He knows all your spots, and knows how to reach them. He loves it when your legs shake with all the pleasure. Even though your pussy is sensitive, he will repeatedly hit your cervix, bruising it and make you cum over and over again.

He loves it when he comes back home and you are sitting on the sofa, your pussy spread for him, all wet, and your leg spread out, looking like a tasty meal. He'll ravish your pussy. He'll first eat you out, sucking the life out of your clit, making it hard. Then he'll tongue fuck you while one his hands keep rubbing your clit furiously. He'll rail you the whole night, first in missionary, then in doggy style hitting all the good spots. Then he'll take you anally, his one hand choking you while three fingers are inside you pussy, pumping you. The pressure of having both your holes filled is too much for you. Before you know it, you are squirting all over him. Even though your pussy is super sensitive, he won't stop. He'll pound into you, cumming inside your pussy over and over again until his cum is leaking out of both of your holes.

If you act like a brat, he might use clamps on your nipples and clit to teach you a lesson.

You are nothing but his pathetic little fucktoy, his slut that he'll use to revive the Uchiha clan.