#he's so sweet 👉🏽👈🏽

[silverselfshippingchaos]

GOODNESS....

[nottsangel]

also, could you make a dealer!theo fucking you with his gum minific👉🏽👈🏽 (only if you can ofc🫶🏽)

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tw gunplay

“you gonna be a good girl f’me and take it, yeah?” theo murmurs, his voice low and raspy as you feel the gun prodding at your entrance, the cold steel sending goosebumps all over your body. the tip of the gun is slick with your arousal, the black metal glistening with your wetness as theo teases you by dragging it along your core without fully pushing it in just yet.

your cheeks heat up as you think about how you ended up in this situation in the first place. theo was mindlessly toying with his gun, spinning it skilfully, his fingers lazily holding the weapon as he whistled. but he abruptly came to a halt, a knowing smirk spreading across his face when he caught a certain glint in your eyes and he knew exactly what that meant— you were turned on. obviously, he couldn’t just let that go, so now you’re lying on his bed with your legs spread wide, impatiently waiting for him to fuck you with his gun.

“you want this, amore? you want me to fuck you with my gun? ‘s that what you want? huh?” theo growls, his eyes darkening as they scan your naked figure before landing on the gun pressed against your cunt. he stares hungrily with his head tilted slightly, relishing a sense of power. it feels so wrong, so… depraved, but your mind is too clouded with desperation as you spread your legs as far as they can go, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“yes, theo, please, want it so bad!” you beg, making theo chuckle condescendingly as he leans down, hovering over you with one hand resting beside your head and the other holding the gun against your dripping, pulsating cunt. his head is merely inches away from yours, his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine as his warm body presses against yours. “yeah? you want it that bad, sweet girl? so fuckin’ naughty.”

he then slowly pushes the gun into your aching hole, causing you to inhale sharply at the unfamiliar feeling of the hard edges of the gun and the danger that comes with it, making it difficult for you to relax— and theo notices immediately, as he firmly grips your face and forces you to meet his gaze. “hey, i need you to relax, alright? can’t do shit if you’re all tensed up like this.” his piercing eyes stare right into yours as his fingers dig into your cheeks, and you nod eagerly. “hmm. that’s my good girl.”

you feel his gun deeper inside of you, entering you inch by inch, while theo has now shifted to sit in front of you, his intently focused eyes glued to where his weapon pushes into your throbbing cunt. “that’s it, piccola. god, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” he stops briefly to help you get used to the strange sensation as your heart pounds wildly, but the thrill and danger only turn you on more.

theo then uses his other hand to push your legs even wider as he slowly but steadily thrusts his gun in and out of you, the rigid surface strangely hitting your sweet spots with each movement. he bites his lip as he watches you moan blissfully, your back arched and your hands gripping his sheets with all your might, and he swears he could cum right there and then. you’re so lost in pleasure, the slightly painful feeling of the gun deep inside you mixed with the euphoric sensation of the firm contours massaging your inner-walls got your head spinning, and you can feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

“wanna see you cum all over my gun, bella. fuck.” theo growls as his pace increases, the gun thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace as his hand moves to your core, his fingers swiftly rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck, theo! just like that, fuck!” you moan out, your body shaking at the sensation as theo groans at your reaction, his cock leaking at the tip in his pants as he gazes down at you with a hungry expression on his face. “my naughty girl.”

a few more thrusts and he pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you as he continues to draw fast circles on your clit, making your legs tremble. you let out a string of curse words at the overstimulation and push him away, causing him to grin as he removes his gun and throws it aside, the weapon clattering to the floor.

“fuck, theo, that was so ama— what are you doing?” you begin, your chest heaving up and down, but you quickly stop when you gaze at him through half-lidded eyes and see him unbuckling his belt in front of you. “aw, you thought we were done? that’s cute, real fuckin’ cute. c’mon baby, spread those pretty legs f’me once more.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[loveanddeepthroat]

Hiii :3 not sure if you take requests for the other lads boys, but I love the way youu write and wondered if we could get some Zayne fluff 👉🏽👈🏽 Maybe like start of a relationship and mc gets her period unexpectedly when staying at his and gets super insecure about it and tries to go home but Zayne is concerned about her suddenly wanting to leave and finally gets the reason out of her, but he’s just super helpful and eases her worries. Thank you, love your blog!

The Bare Minimum

Pairing - Zayne x f!MC

Summary - You feel as though your world is ending when a day dedicated to some much needed time with Zayne is ruined by Mother Nature. You're desperate to get home without him noticing, but he was more prepared for this than you expected.

Word Count - 2.7k

Warnings - Multiple mentions of periods and blood.

You weren’t sure what was suddenly bothering you, but you were certain that it was catching Zayne’s attention.

It was one of those extremely rare occasions where both of you had a completely free weekend. No hunting, no surgeries, no plans.

Perfection. 

You were both at the very peak of your designated lazy Saturday—squished together on the recliner chair in his living room, eating takeout and watching the kind of TV shows that didn’t require too much attention. Between your impromptu make out sessions that consistently progressed into you straddling his legs, you weren’t even sure what was playing on the television. 

You were just happy to be with him in such an unusual setting for the both of you. A typical day where you were both blessed with synced schedules would be spent outdoors. Long, scenic walks. Trips to the library to pick up and return a few books. You dragging Zayne around the local mall against his will.

Neither of you were up for any of it this weekend. Your missions for the past few weeks had been exhausting, a few ending in swift trips to Akso for wounds that had looked worse than they had felt. Between Zayne’s concern for you and the demanding nature of his own job, he was feeling rather exhausted, too. He didn’t often indulge in lazy days, but you were pretty sure he just wanted to keep you cocooned in the safety of his home after seeing you injured one too many times.

After your fifth rather raunchy performance on his lap, you were feeling oddly uncomfortable. You put it down to aches and pains due to the exertion of your body recently, but even as you settled back beside him again, tucked under his heavy arm, you could feel the sensation creeping down your thighs and across your back.

It couldn’t possibly be that dreaded time of the month. You had another five days to go before you had to come up with reasons to not stay at his place for a week. Your relationship was still fresh and new, so you weren’t comfortable with the idea of being on your period whilst staying the night. There wasn’t a clear reason why you’d be so conscious about it, it wasn’t as if Zayne would chastise you for your womanly troubles.

For you though, it just felt a little too nerve wracking. Discarding sanitary products in his bathroom wastebasket. The possibility of leaking whilst you’re blissfully unaware in the land of sleep. And the most horrifying of all;

Your cramps.

Mother Nature was never kind to you in the first 24 hours of your cycle. There were many a day and night where you couldn’t unfurl yourself from the foetal position you would so quickly find yourself in. Mood swings, hot flushes, and an need for all things sugary and sweet.

Zayne didn’t need to see that side of you yet. The poor man would wonder where the hell his girlfriend had disappeared to, and why there was an emotional, writhing mess clutching a XXL tub of mint chocolate chip to her chest in her place.

As the minutes went by, you felt all of the familiar warning signs. His arm around you had been soothing and sweet all day, but was starting to feel like a furnace on your skin. The unmistakable feeling of the devil himself twisting your uterus with his bare hands was becoming stronger, and your squirming was drawing attention.

“Would you like me to move?” Zayne finally asked, brows slightly furrowed in your direction.

You had to get away from him. More so, you had to get off of the recliner, worried that if you were bleeding, you might have bled through to it.

Shaking your head quickly, you pulled yourself up to your feet, subtly eyeing the thankfully pristine spot where your ass had been perched all day. “No, of course not,” you reassured with a synthetic smile. “Just have to use the bathroom.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but you quickly hurried away before he had the chance. There was no time to waste.

As soon as the lock on the bathroom door clicked, you rushed to check yourself. The sight of fresh blood on the stark white toilet paper made you want to cry immediately. Of all the times for you to get your period five days early, it had to be whilst you were at Zayne’s.

You were at a complete loss on what you could do. You didn’t have any sanitary towels to hand, and your light grey sweatpants had succumbed to a slight stain that he may have already seen.

If the ground opened up and swallowed you whole, it’d be a miracle.

Silent panic turned to tears of frustration. All you could do was wrap a wad of toilet paper around itself to act as a makeshift pad, and steer clear of Zayne. Thankfully, you hadn’t yet unpacked the gym bag you brought for the weekend, so swiftly grabbing it and legging it back to your own apartment should be easy enough.

You cleaned yourself up as best as you could and flushed away all evidence of your period, trying to compose yourself whilst you did. The sheer level of agony your cramps were already bestowing upon you had you almost doubling over at the sink as you splashed some cold water onto your face to rid yourself of your tears.

This had to be a nightmare.

A gentle tapping on the bathroom door almost startled a small scream out of you. Zayne’s soothing voice sounded from the hallway, “everything alright in there?”

Things were getting worse and worse by the damn minute. You couldn’t possibly get by him to retrieve your bag without him seeing your ridiculous tears and the evident pain you were in.

“Yeah,” you called out, your shaky voice betraying you.

He remained silent for a moment, clearly not convinced in the slightest. “What’s the matter?”

You weren’t getting away from this. He knew something was up, and he wasn’t going to let you suffer in silence. It wasn’t in his nature to just feign ignorance, especially when it came to your health or comfort.

“Nothing,” you called out again, hoping to whichever god was listening that he would just accept your answer.

Another bout of silence hung in the air, like he was trying to figure you out through a closed door. You were beginning to feel like a cornered animal, desperate for a route of escape.

You waited and waited for him to say something else, but you heard absolutely nothing. A small sigh of relief escaped you as you quietly opened the door, only to find him still standing there. You quickly tried to shut it again, but his foot took place in the small gap to stop you.

Not wanting to jam his foot, you gave up, folding your arms around yourself as if they were going to hide you. “I need to go home,” you say quietly, avoiding his gaze.

He nudged the door open with his socked foot, still saying nothing. You could feel him analysing you from head to toe. 

He was such a bloody doctor sometimes.

Eventually, he folded his own arms across his chest. “Why do you want to go home?”

“Need to go home,” you corrected, not wanting him to think that you didn’t want to spend the night with him. “I…I have to—”

He cut you off with an outstretched hand, waiting expectantly for you to take it. All you did was stare at it, confused by his intentions. 

Well, you also winced as Mother Nature gave you a swift boot to the abdomen.

“Can you come with me for a moment?” He asked in that gentle tone of his, eyes softening. “Please?��

You took his large hand with a small sigh, not seeing any other way out of this situation. Heat pooled in your cheeks in your sheer embarrassment. 

This wasn’t how your weekend together was supposed to go.

Zayne led you into the bedroom, letting go of your hand once you were both inside. Panic flashed in your mind as you couldn’t think of any reason why he would bring you into the bedroom.

“I really can’t—”

He turned away before you could finish your sentence, heading into the en-suite bathroom and reappearing with a small wicker basket.

You almost gasped at its contents as he approached you again.

Pads and tampons of every shape and size were nestled within, along with painkillers and heating pads for your back. You eyed multipacks of brand new, comfortable underwear in there, too, and some small plastic bags to dispose of your sanitary products.

You weren’t sure if it was just the beginnings of your expected emotional rollercoaster, or the innocent way he was holding it out to you, but you burst into very pathetic, blubbering tears. 

He quickly placed the basket down on the bed, holding your waist with his hands. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry, did I get the wrong—”

You quickly shook your head, dragging your forearm across your eyes to diminish your tears. “No. No, I’m sorry,” you reassured him. “I’m sorry. I just—did you buy all of that?”

“I did,” he said quietly, looking a tad bit sheepish. “I didn’t know which ones would be best for you, so I asked a female assistant—”

“You asked someone?” You were in disbelief. He’d gone to the store, looked like a lost sheep in the sanitary products aisle, and asked a clerk to help choose some options for you.

“I realise now that I should’ve asked you, instead.”

You shook your head again. “No, I’m not chastising you, Zayne. I’m…I’m hugely impressed—in awe, in fact.”

Zayne frowned at you, evidently puzzled. “Impressed? Is this not what a boyfriend typically does? I didn’t do anything special.”

Little did he know, he actually had. 

You were certain that you weren’t the only woman on the planet who had previously been made to feel inferior or shamed by others in regards to your period. 

There were so many instances where men—and even the occasional woman had mentioned it as a way of insult. Must be her time of the month. Time for someone to change their tampon. 

Once, you had accidentally pulled a pad out of your bag instead of your notepad in the middle headquarters, and every last one of your male colleagues avoided you for the remainder of the week. It was as if you were infected with a disease that would kill them.

Finding yourself standing before the exception was a shock to your system. A good shock. 

A real gentleman. 

You felt your eyes well up again. Tears of fear and worry had become tears of contentment. Finally, for once in your life, you were comfortable in the presence of a man during your cycle.

“I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed here whenever you stay,” he explained further.

“I love you,” you simply whispered back, a small smile curling your lips.

He still looked thoroughly perplexed at your reaction, like this shouldn’t have been something that was happening to you for the first time. Like every other man you’d ever come across will have treated you the way he has.

“I love you, too,” he said, cupping your face with his large, gentle hand. “Were you really going to leave?”

You nodded guiltily, feeling a little silly about your initial freak out. Something had been healed within your soul by his nonexistent judgement of your cycle, and even if he didn’t understand it, you were so very lucky and grateful to have a man like him.

He brushed away some of the damp streaks on your cheek with his thumb. “I don’t want you to go, but if you want to—”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered back.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Good. We have more episodes of Love Hospital to watch.”

“I thought we were watching Police Passion?”

He blew out a short laugh before dropping a tender kiss to your smiling lips. It made your heart feel warm and full, a feeling you never wanted to let go of.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” he said before taking his leave.

You took the wicker basket of supplies into the en-suite, the smile on your face not wavering as you studied it. He’d even put a rather pricey bottle of body wash in there for you, the description on the label claiming that its contents would soothe and relax you with scents of chamomile and jasmine. 

Everything was so tidily placed inside, a true reflection on how much he actually cared about your needs. Even a single incorrect pack of sanitary towels kept somewhere in the bathroom would have been enough for you to know that you didn’t need to be uncomfortable with him, but he’d made an effort. 

A serious effort that he saw as the bare minimum.

After picking out the best suited candidate in the sea of pads and tampons, you got yourself showered and sorted into fresh pyjamas from your bag. The cramping in your stomach started to bother you as soon as you finished getting changed, so you fished around in the basket for the unopened box of ibuprofen and a heating pad for the seizing muscles in your back.

Once you’d emerged from the bedroom, Zayne was nowhere to be seen in the living room. The area around the recliner you had both been lounging in all day was cleared and tidy, not an empty takeout carton or half drunk cup of tea in sight.

Making your way into the kitchen for a glass of water, you found him steeping a mug of raspberry leaf tea to aid your cramping. You quietly grabbed a clean glass to fill with water, popping two capsules of ibuprofen into your hand to take.

Zayne glanced at the clock to memorise what time you were taking this dose, in case you required another later on. “How are you feeling?”

You smiled softly at him. Despite the storm of misery striking through your body, you still had a reason to smile.

“Happy,” you murmured sincerely. “Despite the devil himself tearing away at my insides.”

He offered a small smile of sympathy back, pulling the sopping teabag out of your mug of tea to discard it. “Do you need anything else? I can go out if there’s anything you want,” he offered sincerely, not at all troubled by the idea of you needing anything more from him.

Good lord did you love this man.

“Just you, please,” you requested, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle back up with him until the painkillers kicked in.

He obliged your request immediately, picking up the steaming mug of tea with one hand and slipping your hand into the other to lead you back out to the recliner. Before you could seat yourself in the little gap beside him, he gently pulled you onto his lap.

You couldn’t help the little flash of panic that shot through you at the thought of sitting on him during your period, but he clearly didn’t care. His hands just got straight to work with the heating pad, placing it where you needed it the most.

The rest of the evening was spent with Zayne giving you some luxuriously soothing back rubs to ease the pain—which had quickly been alleviated thanks to the ibuprofen and tea—followed by your regularly scheduled make out sessions whenever his hands started to wander. There wasn’t an ounce of bother in him whenever he turned you to straddle his lap, his all time favourite place to have you. 

He wasn’t bothered by anything when it came to taking care of you.

A/N: Thank you so much for sending in a request, anon! I adore Zayne so it was nice to have a prompt for my first oneshot for him. 🩵

[rinhaler]

MORE UNCLE NANAMI PLEASIEEEE PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺🥺👉🏽👈🏽

++ 𝐡𝐢𝐢, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲/𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 🙈 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐤𝐬𝐣

It's been a while since I did any nanamin stuff hehe (combining two reqs bc u both don't have anything specific heheheee)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, incest, fem!reader, uncle!nanamin, fingering, exhibitionism, public sex ig, squirting, pet names (sweetheart, princess, angel, baby).

words: 1.1k

“W-Wow…” you muse, taking in the decadent atmosphere of the restaurant.

You’ve seldom been to places like this, like when your favourite uncle decides to treat you and your mother to a nice meal when he’s in town. But even then, there is a stark difference from the restaurants back home in the village you live in. It’s magnificent. You may have experienced a similar setting before, but never on a date.

A date with that very same uncle, nonetheless.

“You like it, sweetheart? I’m glad.” he tells you, taking your hand as you're guided by the maître d' to your table. He looks over the top of his menu as he studies your face. You’re so precious, that’s what he thinks as you look over the options and realise you don’t understand what any of them are. “I’ll order for you.” he assures you, taking the menu from your hand and setting it down.

You feel yourself get warmer, a little embarrassed that he picked up on your cluelessness so easily. But you smile, regardless, thanking him.

You’ve been so excited for this little trip since you first heard about it.

“Uncle Nanami wants to know if you’d like to spend the weekend with him?” your mother asked/told you. And, bless her, she had no idea what that would entail.

It’s been months since you’ve seen him. You were hardly surprised when your ankles were practically behind your ears as he drilled his cock in and out of your puffy, slicked up folds, the minute he got you to his house.

You’d been drenched the entire train ride.

“You look so pretty tonight, princess.” he tells you, cupping your face so sweetly with a rough, masculine hand. His singular hand is almost the size of your entire face. He coos at you as your eyelids become heavier, leaning in to place a delicate kiss on your cheek. “I’m so happy you’re here with me. Hopefully your mother won’t object to this being a regular thing.” he smiles.

You’ve been squirming in your seat since before your main course arrived. The way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, you forget how naughty your uncle Nanamin can be. Your panties are once again entirely soaked through. He’d mentally noted how much you were wriggling around, though he chose not to comment on it. Not until—

“Can’t sit still for five minutes, hm? What’s wrong?” he asks.

“N-Need you…” you whisper, putting your head down to avert his intense stare. Though you’re soon looking at him again as he tilts your head up by your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“What was that, angel? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Need you… uncle Nanamin, need you real bad.” you pout. And at that, he smirks. You’re a little taken aback as his hand lowers beneath the table. Here? Right here? Your heart pounds as you look around at the other clueless restaurant patrons. This is so unlike him. He’s always so upstanding and discreet. But—

“My my, sweet little girl. You are soaked.” he comments as his fingers breach the hemline of your cotton panties. You bite your lip as his fingers drag up and down the length of your slit. He shushes you as your eyes well with tears, shame and pleasure wrack through you as he finds your slippery clit. And he targets it, skilfully. “Be good for me, be so good for me. If you make a single sound, I won’t touch you for the remainder of the weekend. Do you understand?”

You take his words literally, only nodding as he awaits your answer. It’s near impossible, though, when he makes you feel so good like this. Even with just a few pathetic rubs on your clit, your eyes begin to roll back.

“Na— Nanamin,” you do your best to whisper, his name leaving your lips as a ghoulish gasp. He shushes you, quietly, but it’s loud enough to make a statement. His eyebrows furrow, and you can’t tell if it’s anger or disappointment. You think you’ll die if he stops, though his ministrations haven’t ceased yet. Maybe you were quiet enough to test the boundaries of what he actually meant.

He doesn’t want you to cause a scene.

“Kiss me, please.” you whisper again. And that softens his features. He pities you, you think, although that assumption proves wrong as he indulges you. He closes the distance between you without letting up his gentle yet purposeful touches on your pretty pearl. You’re a little surprised when you feel his tongue enter your mouth, something you’ve never known him to do in public before. “I— I love you.”

“Yeah?” he smiles into your kiss before he breaks it completely. “You’re so close, you’re shaking. Let me see how much you love me. Cum for your favourite uncle, sweetheart, go on.” he instructs you.

He holds one of your hands with his free one while your other one curls into your seat. Your knuckles turn white as you finish, legs trembling and clamping around his hand as you douse his fingers. You can’t believe he’s made you squirt in public. Embarrassment rises through you once more, and you’ve never felt such a scorching temperature in your life.

You look around to see if anyone has noticed, while Nanami withdraws his hand and crosses his ankle over his knee. You watch him as he sucks his fingers clean of the mess, your mess, with a look of contentment on his face. You, however, are panting heavily while you rest your head in one hand on the table. You’re slumped over, and you couldn’t feel more self-conscious.

You don’t exactly look like you belong here.

“Would you be interested in some dessert?” a waiter asks as he approaches, though his question almost evaporates as he looks at you. Your sweat coated skin and your mussed up hair catches him off guard. Your irregular breathing makes him worry for your well-being. “Are you alright, Miss? You look…” he finds himself at a loss of what to even say. He knows he needs to be polite, but you almost look ill.

“She’s fine, just a little warm and worked up.” your dear uncle intervenes, smiling at the waiter graciously as he interlocks his fingers and rests his chin atop them. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? I’m sure you’ll cool down after some ice cream.”

You nod, doing what you can to pull yourself together. You’d hate to embarrass your favourite uncle, after all. What if he doesn’t invite you back to do this again?

“Wonderful, sir.” the waiter smiles as he holds up a pad of paper with a pen to take your dessert orders. “You make a lovely couple, by the way.” you aren’t sure if he’s being polite out of obligation to his job, or if he genuinely feels that way. But you and your uncle share a knowing smile with each other, and yours only grows wider as he brushes a fallen section of hair out of your face.

“We aren’t a couple.” he starts. “I’m her uncle.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[uzurakis]

I have a Drabble idea for megumi 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe something about how he treats you when you’re alone? Something short, sweet, super fluffy?

“hey, what’s on your mind?”

the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting gentle shadows across the room, you just heard the faint creak of the door opening. turning your head, you saw your boyfriend standing there, a hesitant look in his eyes as he contemplated joining you.

he shuffled his feet, hiding his smile. "i was just thinking...”

megumi stood by the door, uncertain, as if unsure whether he should intrude on your space. but you knew him well, could practically read his mind, and with a warm smile, you lifted the blanket, making space for him beside you.

as if waiting for your invitation, megumi crawled into bed, his movements gentle as he settled beside you. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

"better?" you asked as he snuggled closer to you.

"mm-hmm," megumi murmured, wrapping his arms around you. "much better."

you giggled softly, feeling his warmth seeping into your bones. "you know, you're always welcome here," you said, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

"i know," he whispered, his voice filled with contentment. "i’m just too embarrassed to ask you."

megumi nestled his head against your chest as the words left, feeling his cheeks warmer than usual. his breaths steady, even as he drifted off. you ran a hand through his hair, feeling a rush of affection for the sweet soul beside you.

“no need, baby. no need,” a kiss planted on megumi’s crown, “i love you.”

megumi stirred slightly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips even in his sleep.

“i love you too.”

n. he is CLINGYYY when he’s alone with you but he doesn’t want to make you comfortable so he just stands there 🧍🏼‍♂️ thus most of the time you gotta be the one who initiates first even though, initially, he’s the one who wants it. hope this one fits to your liking nonnie <3

@uzurakis — rqs are open ^u^

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

somnophilia with John wick from the prompts? 👉🏽👈🏽

jw & fem reader

gif by the wonderful @scarlettspectra. TRIGGER WARNING(s) Somnophilia (from Latin somnus "sleep" and Greek φιλία, -philia "friendship") is a paraphilia in which an individual becomes sexually aroused by someone who is unconscious. & a bit of exhibitionism

You had waited for him all day. Flitting around the house, cleaning and cooking and making sure everything was in line for his arrival. Wearing his favorite dress, playing his favorite music on the stereo, chilling a fresh bottle of his favorite bourbon.

A month and a half. That’s how long it had been since you last saw the person  whose presence gave meaning to your life. So, naturally, you were brimming with excitement, heart pattering wild and strong in your chest, body giddy and jittery—unable to regulate haywire nerves. John was coming home. 

He wasn’t often gone for this long. It was an important job. Something involving a very, very rich man paying him to complete a very, very difficult task. Of course, you knew what his tasks usually included, but didn’t like to think about it too much—couldn’t think about it too much…

It was just hard to imagine…your John killing someone. The same John that took bugs outside instead of squashing them, who cleaned up his bar table and tipped more than generously, who always held the door open and returned shopping carts. Who was sweet and kind and treated you like you were made of paper-thin glass unless you specifically requested otherwise. 

The text comes in mid-evening, just as you’re putting his untouched dinner away and cleaning up the kitchen. Hey, dollbaby, my flight got delayed until tomorrow at six AM. I’m sorry. Don’t stay up worrying about me.

It’s disappointing, but you have to admit you’re used to this. It just comes with what he does, and you’ll gladly endure it with a smile for him. However, that doesn’t mean you can grant his request and stop yourself from worrying. With a little sigh, you type back: Okay, John. Love you.

I Love you, too.

You try and pass the time; go for a late swim, read a book, snuggle up on the big leather couch to scroll TV channels for movies. Except none of that works to distract you from John’s missing shadow, and you just end up with your head buried in a throw pillow, inhaling his residual scent and pretending the cushion is his chest.

You decide to invite some friends over for a good distraction, and they bring card games and beer and wine. You have your own stash of alcohol, so between you and three of you closest, you end up drinking a little too much and passing out halfway through game night. 

John finds you in the icy blue light of breaking dawn, breathing even and slow and slung haphazardly on top of your mattress. The residual burn of spirits heat your skin ruddy, and you have long since kicked the comforter off to leave yourself bare and unsuspecting of the hungry wolf who’s cock fattens at the sight of you—his big tshirt snuggling against your curves, the hint of a panty seam visible along the soft skin of your hip

He discards his clothes into a pile on the floor, too starved for flesh to care about being his usual tidy self, and climbs on the bed to run the tip of his tongue along that delicious cut crease of supple flesh.

You stir and whine, hand coming up momentarily to bat the tickly feeling away, only to weakly fall back down onto the bed, its task lost in the dark deep of your slumber. 

With a wicked grin, he moves his mouth down your thigh, licks into the seam behind your knee, then treks a wet path of kisses over your calves. You squirm and kick, trapped by heavy sleep, defenseless under his tongue.

He knows that, by now, you’d be begging him sweetly to make you cum, arching up into his teasing mouth for more, hanging on to his beautiful throw of silky hair as he laps at your panties. Always so impatient, his sweet girl. 

God, he missed you. Missed your smell and taste, the way you buck your hips, that little tender space between thigh and cunt that makes you squeal when he flicks it with his tongue. 

He nudges your panties to the side to reveal an already glistening wet and swollen pussy, your clit ripe and fresh, ready for his mouth to pluck and taste. Even in your sleep, you’re more than ready to sheath his cock.

He suckles at your folds gently while you stir awake with a sleepy little moan. “J-joh-jjj,” you slurr, gripping at the plump pillows while your cunt tenses and thighs attempt closing. 

So sensitive in that foggy place between sleep and wake, with his familiar mouth on you, impatient and insistent.

He holds your thighs open and eats—devours your cunt sloppily from the back, groaning about how good you taste and how much he missed it. “It’s okay, baby, no no no, come’ere, I gotcha. That’s my girl.” Two fingers curled inside, coaxing a fast approaching orgasm from your perfect little pussy. 

“Gonna, gonna-ah c-cum,” you tell him, clenching on his fingers, once shy clit now grinding down onto his tongue. You’ve just missed him so much, and it’s been so long, and you haven’t even touched yourself at his specific request, so it’s no surprise that it only takes seconds of cunnulingus just the way he’s learned you love it to have you soaking the sheets below your hips. 

“Good job,” he coos, bringing you down with little kisses to your puffy lips and chafed thighs, sucking his fingers clean and closing his eyes against the savory flavor of your slick. “You okay, babydoll?” 

“Uh huh,” you tell him, still twitching from the heavy orgasm, eyes threatening to close again, too tired to wipe the little bit of spittle off your chin. 

You feel him shift behind you, and then his thick tip press against your still spasming entrance, ready to overwhelm and overstimulate and leave you a babbling mess. His cock is built for your pleasure and demise, and as he enters, invading and pillaging the sensitive walls of your cunt, your eyes fly open and you sob into the pillow.

Something like, “o-oh fuck-“

“Shhh, baby.” His warm touch finds the base of your skull, that soft tug on your unkempt tangles guiding you back into his slow, deliberate thrusts. “Your friends are in the living room, gotta be quiet for me.” 

“Y-yeah Jo-ohn.” You try and tell him just how much you missed him, but the words jumble and stick, translating to half-muffled moans. Tears bead at your waterline in submission to that first stretch of his unfairly girthed cock. 

He understands your incoherent babbles perfectly. “Fuck,” he growls, tip kissing your cervix, “I missed you, too. Missed this tight little cunt.”

You have to bite down on your knuckles to keep the animalistic sounds of pleasure at bay, as he fucks you. So often, this beautiful man makes love to you, slow and soft. This is not one of those times. 

If you could think, it would be about how loud the sound of his hard pelvis clapping against your soft ass is, as he chases that otherwise unobtainable high that only your cunt can bring—that he thought about every single minute he was gone…the reason he’s alive.

You’re sobbing from it all—the way he splits you open so perfectly, the tiny dark whispers of reassurance, the fact that he’s alive and well and all over and around you; big hand pressing your lower back down for better and deeper access inside your cunt.

The way he just knows, even in his own rough desperation, how to unravel you—make you see the cosmos and beyond, into the soupy blackness of unexplored universe. 

“You coming again, baby?” He doesn’t have to ask, because he knows you are, more than familiar with the way you unfold and shatter. 

“Y-yeah-huh.”

He puts you on your back with practiced gentleness, and cups your sweaty cheeks in his hands before sucking your bite-swollen lower lip into his mouth, managing to stay buried inside you through the easy transition, swallowing your whimpers while his cock works out the final flutters of your orgasm. 

“Oh, John,” you say, when he stops licking at your throat to allow the both of you some much-needed, panting breath. “F-fuck, John.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, brushing the sweaty hair off your temples and pecking tiny wet kisses over your face. “I gotcha, it’s okay. Johnny’s here. Open your pretty eyes, let me see you.” 

In a deep, stuttering thrust, when you clamp like a vice around him, he loses himself inside of you, and you are with him. Utterly overtaken, love burning through your blood, body singing in rapturous heavenly choir. This is as close to the pearly gates you will ever get, you think, as you float down from the high. 

There is a cut on his temple that you failed to notice, and you touch just below. “You got hurt.” 

“I’m better, now.” 

With him nestled beside you, arms wrapping around and sheltering your body with his own, legs supporting your bottom and cock still softening inside your cunt, you feel sleep creep back up like an old friend.

It isn’t long before he’s succumbed to it, himself, happily snoozing nestled in your hair. You don’t know what he’s been through in that long stretch of absence, but it doesn’t matter now. 

He’s here with you, and that’s enough.

[3vergr3en]

can i request a headcanon about &team’s fav way to make u cum pretty pls👉🏽👈🏽

&Team’s Favorite Ways to Make You Cum 💦

(💬) PAIRING . ot8 x fem!reader

(📢) CONTENT . Mature writing!! MDNI.

(📃) A/N . Excludes Maki because uh,, duh? But anywayss, hope y’all enjoyed it because I did 🤭

K

He’s a tease.

And he loves to use that against you.

He won’t fuck you until he makes you cum from his fingers alone.

And I’m not talking about him finger-fucking you,

He’s a boobs type of guy. And he fawns over your breasts.

So his favorite way of making you cum is having one hand rubbing your nipples with his fingers, pinching and lightly twisting them; while his other hand mimics the same moment down on your clit.

And the way you twitch and those sweet, cute little whimpers of yours drives him insane.

Fuma

I know he’s such a gentleman.

Furthermore, I see him being either a soft dom or a pleasure dom.

Nothing submissive (unless if he was begging you to ride his face)

I think he enjoys traditional, vanilla sex.

So, I believe his favorite way of making you cum is slow, yet deep thrusts in missionary.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves to fuck you in ways he could only dream of— but he wants to make sure that you feel everything more than him.

So with every fervent push of his hips against yours, a delicious cry slips out between your lips when you feel the head of his cock pressing against the opening of your cervix.

Nicholas

Just like Fuma, he loves making you cum on his dick.

But in contrast of Fuma, he’s a fucking freak.

So his favorite way of making you cum is by making you fall apart on his cock.

And that’s whether you’re crying out his name when he slams your hips down on his, his cock spreading your walls apart,

whenever he has a rough day, he’ll fuck multiple orgasms out of you back-to-back,

or when he just wants to fuck you stupid because he feels like it <3

Euijoo

Pleasure Dom #2 !!

Possibly borderline submissive tho 🫣

His favorite way of making you cum is by eating you out.

He’s a certified munch!

Stressful day for both either him or you, he’ll always find himself in between your legs, tongue lapping against your puffy clit that’s been violated by his skillful tongue.

But he loves eating you out because of your reactions.

For instance, when you’re about to come, it’s his FAV thing ever.

He likes the feeling of your thighs trapping his head in place and hearing your staggering breaths + your shaky voice when you warn him that you’re going to cum.

And when you finally do cum, you tend to grab at his hair, pulling his face flush against your sopping cunt— and he just lets you do it because that’s exactly what he wants.

Yuma

Hm.. y’all can say whatever you want, but I think he likes making you cum by using your own toys on you.

HEAR ME OUT.

He’s not like one of those guys who’s against sex toys, instead, he’s one of the types who’d use them to his advantage.

You used your vibrator lately? Great! It gives him an excuse to have him use it on you!

He loooves overstimulating you.

So when he’s stuffing you full of his cock, don’t be surprised if you feel a buzzing sensation pressed against your clit.

And don’t be surprised if you end up cumming more than once that night 😖

Jo

My submissive little boy 😖

He’s so adamant about wanting to make you feel good and only you, he’s oblivious to his own needs.

And so, his favorite way of making you cum is however you want to cum.

Want his dick pounding inside of you? He’ll gladly do that.

What about his long, slender fingers curling up and against your g-spot? He’ll ask how many fingers you want inside of you.

And what if you simply just wanted to watch him jerk off while you use your vibrator? He’ll put on a little show just for you <3

He’s at your service 💕

Harua

loves loves lovesss using his fingers.

It gives him a sense of pride when he knows that he can make you come apart with just his fingers alone.

And so when you’re laying down on his bed, legs helped spread apart with one of his hands by your thigh, his other hand is against your cunt— two fingers sunken between your wet gummy walls.

Just because he looks cute doesn’t mean he is cute.

He’s a nasty man when it comes to finger fucking you.

and he won’t stop until you’re soaking his sheets in your juices.

Taki

Munch #2!!

Just like Jo, he also just want to pleasure you.

But don’t get him wrong, he would love to get his dick wet.

He’s simply just a munch 🤷🏻‍♀️

If he could, he’d definitely choose to have his head between your legs all day everyday.

He could quite literally eat you out for hours straight if you’d let him.

So yes, if you order him around to give you oral, he’d obey in less than a heartbeat.

But if you tell him to stop, it may be a little hard to get him out of that haze.

And if you try to push his head away because you’re so overwhelmed, he’ll just swat your hands away and hook his arms under your thigh— pulling you closer than before so he can continue eating your pussy.

[kamesama]

I’ve been dying to see some Sukuna aftercare after some -ahem- rough play. 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 plssss I absolutely adore your writing style

yes. absolutely yes. i'm eating this up.

— lovely: ryōmen sukuna.

— notes + warnings: n/sfw because post-coital bliss; implied rough sex; lots of synonyms for 'wet'; otherwise i'm still your domestic fluff provider™, just a lil' spicy; female! reader x human? sukuna ( idk ); i literally don't know what else to say. — word count: 637

pearls of sweat spilled open across your skin, sticking to the linen bed-sheets. tension melted off your muscles and dampened the mattress. bedroom walls lapped up leftovers of your moans as you heaved, ribcage expanding only to have the thews in between the arched bones squeeze your breaths out.

with sukuna rolled away from you, your blush red thighs pressed against one another, as if to savour whatever remains of the gratification laid lurking between them. the movement was not so subtle, earning you a deep chuckle that seemed to scratch sukuna’s throat through layers of honey; sweet and thick.

a light shift of weight upon the dents in the cushion lead to an uncharacteristically tender kiss planted above the vertebra proudly standing between your scapulae. 

“always so insatiable, aren’t you?” sukuna’s voice dripped onto your skin, hot and balmy. his own lungs devoured the air more eagerly than usual; a giveaway that sweet exhaustion hugged him just as tightly. he extended his arm invitingly as he rolled onto his back, urging you to do the same — a demand that you satisfied swiftly and more than willingly, “come here, you naughty girl.”

your hand patted the space around you blindly, gaze too immersed in the sight of sukuna’s profile. it brought a foolishly pleased smile to your lips as you finally grasped the thin sheet, bringing it up to your loved up and bitten frame. 

sighing in delight, you laid your reddened cheek against sukuna’s skin as he pulled you close. his vast palm massaged your bare breast, fingertips trailing over the erect nipple lazily. all the while, you nuzzled into him, your nose nesting in the small depression on his neck.

stretched tendons and bruised skin wanted you to utter out a promise of never again, but the sheer delight coursing through your veins and getting sucked up by every cell in your body made you sigh yet again; an odd mixture of a moan and a groan, “it hurts, ‘kuna…” you mumbled, eyelids veiling your sight as they succumbed to the pull of exhaustion.

“does it, now?” he mused, as if utterly clueless. as if he wasn’t the culprit behind the ache in your flesh and the mulberry stains across your skin. as if he didn’t have you drench the pillow with vapour dripping off your breath and soak the linen with wetness gushing from in between your thighs.

he could feel you nod and purse your lips, “mhm.” 

with a grin, he continued to grope your breast, only for his hand to trail down the curve of your waist and across your hip bone. his amusement seemed to grow as his touch ghosted across the scorching surface of your bottom, still tainted with hand-shaped splatters of rosy red.

“whatever shall i do…” he murmured, sticking his crimson gaze to the ceiling and taking a selfish moment to savour the aftermath of his unadulterated indulgence. your breathing had calmed, your lungs no longer utterly starved. 

he liked you so; exhausted. overwhelmed. pressed against him as if he was some sort of lifeline; an anchor. 

but he couldn’t possibly leave you a tarnished mess, so sweaty and drenched, with that bothersome ache clenched around your bones. 

no. you’ve been too good, too sweet for him to let slumber take you so filthy, so ruined — even though you seemed to be slipping away already, ravished so thoroughly and screwed so senseless that you couldn’t bother to move a muscle.

it was lovely, truly.

“hey,” he called out, nudging you a little; just enough to stir you from still weak confinements of rest. goosebumps rose on his skin from the way your lashes caressed the spot on his neck, “not yet,” he chuckled, kissing your hairline as he sat up.

“not until we’re out of the bath, princess.”

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

[archangeldyke-all]

Sevika request? Have we done this yet:

Modern AU where reader and Sevika live together. Sevika is usually up well before reader is and she'll wake reader up most days before she heads off to work. She will usually text cute little things until her gf wakes up. Except...she gets no answers. :(

When reader finally is up, she's called off work sick as a dog and finally texts Sevika back. But Sevika being the lovely butch she is takes the rest of the day off work to take care of her gf 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

CUTEEEEEEE

men and minors dni

most mornings, sevika's gone for work before the sun even rises.

it sucks, but you guys find ways to work around it.

you cook her breakfasts the night before and leave them out for her to re-heat in the mornings.

she always kisses you when she leaves. (sometimes you wake up under her lips and smile at her, sometimes you sleep through it, but every morning you wake up with a little smudge of brown lipstick on your forehead or cheek.)

she leaves a cup of coffee or tea waiting for you in the microwave before she goes--made just the way you like it.

and, your favorite part of your morning routine, sevika will text you all morning until you wake up and text her back.

sometimes it's pictures of the sunrise, sometimes it's links to a podcast she was listening to on the way to work, sometimes it's jokes or complaints or, on special occasions, a saucy selfie or two.

sevika's favorite part of her morning is getting the first text back from you, sometimes a paragraph, sometimes an eye-roll emoji, but always signed off with a heart and a 'have a good day baby.' from you.

so she's a little worried when 8 am rolls around and she hasn't heard from you.

she texts you to check up on you, sometimes you get distracted or too busy to text her back. 'good morning baby.'

9 am rolls around and she still hasn't heard from you. she starts to worry a lot.

she gives you a call. it goes straight to voicemail.

she's about ready to call 911 when she finally hears back from you.

10:35 am, her phone pings, and she nearly breaks her neck trying to get to her desk to pick it up and read your message.

'just woke up with a fever. called out sick. feel like shit :('

you slept through your alarm, woke up with your eyes and nostrils crusted and your alarm blaring three hours later than you usually do.

your boss, thank god, had just recovered from the same bug that seems to be going around your office, so he was understanding when you called out sick.

you don't even have the energy to get to the kitchen after you slam the alarm off and update your boss and sevika. you just stumble to the bathroom to vomit, splash some water on your face, then return to bed to sleep.

you're surprised when, only forty minutes after you close your eyes, you're being shaken awake by sevika. "sev?" you mumble, sitting up in bed. "w' time is it?"

"almost noon." she says. you frown.

"you got work." you pout. sevika snorts, ducking down to kiss your forehead.

"you're burning up." she says, pulling away with a pout. you're still confused, staring up at her with a furrow in your brow. "i took the day off."

despite how shitty you feel, you still manage to feel a warm, affectionate thrum in your heart. sevika looks away from your sweet smile, flustered, and your love for her only grows.

you reach out and squeeze her hand. "gonna put on a little nurse's uniform for me?" you ask, waggling your eyebrows at her. sevika bursts into laughter and flicks your forehead again.

"you don't have the energy for all that right now."

"i can still enjoy the view." you say. sevika chuckles, then kisses your cheek again.

"go back to bed." she mumbles against you. "'m gonna make you some chicken noodle soup and tea. got some medicine for you too." she says. you sigh, snuggling into the pillow beneath you.

"you're the best." you mumble. sevika smiles and your heart skips a beat. "but..."

sevika raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finish. you put on your best pathetic-sick-puppydog eyes and blink up at her.

"you think you might wanna cuddle for a while before you make soup?" you ask. sevika grins.

"scoot over." she says, unbuttoning her shirt and kicking her shoes off. you grin.

taglist!

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[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's a really small detail, but I love how you see m.akoto soften a little whenever y.uya and him talk about his daughter

[synnlyrose]

Thought #1 (Suggestive....)

TXT- Sexual Personalities (MY opinions!!!)

Why does everyone assume when writing smut about TXT, Bin and Kai are SUBS? I mean anyone who's actually sexually active will tell you the cute and shy ones are the absolute MOST freaky. You're really gonna sit here and tell me you think CHOI SOO-BIN

(this man right here)

Is a SUBMISSIVE WHINY BRAT??

Trust me as much as I want that, something tells me this man needs to be in control . I'm talking making you watch it slide in and out and every time you stop looking he stops fucking .

I mean y'all see the way he be yoking his members up sometimes, like what makes you think he ain't finna throw you on the bed or against a wall? 😏 The man has LITERALLY expressed a few times that he has to mask his personality due to being and idol & y'all truly believe he's just shy and sweet in the bedroom too?? CRIMINAL to think that....just cuz he's an introvert doesn't mean he isn't gonna rearrange your guttssss.

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HUENINGKAI

He may look all baby boy and shy on camera, but y'all be forgetting that's a GROWN ASS MAN.

He's baby boy in the streets but DADDY in them sheets, and those of us who know, know. He has all those plushies just to make you burry your face into while he's plowing you from behind.

Yeon-jun is the only switch.

Truthfully, TAEHYUN AND BEOMGYU ARE THE REAL SUBS. The ones you be thinking are so dominant are typically the opposite of their presenting selves in bed... 🤷🏽‍♀️

Come on y'all bsffr 🙄

But again these are just my opinions

Feel free to convince me other wise or point me in the direction of some good fics please 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽

[toruro]

would you do number 40 from the prompt list with cheol ? 👉🏽👈🏽

sweet (like candy)

✘ pairing. c. seungcheol x reader ✘ tags. smut (18+), oral (f receiving) ✘ request. prompt #40: “you taste like fucking candy” (drabble game) ✘ w/c. 420+ ✘ a/n. this made me think abt the last live w wonu & cheol where cheol asked to eat a lollipop bc he was scared he'd end up cursing agghahfg

"why exactly are you doing this again?" you ask with a content sigh as cheol grasps the hem of your shorts and panties, yanking them down your legs in one go. "not that i'm complaining," you add, back falling to the mattress as he pushes your thighs outwards and up towards your chest so your cunt is bare and open in front of him.

his hot breath fans over your folds that are growing in wetness from simply watching the intense way he looks at you, and you reach down to tap at his hand that rests on your thigh.

"was playing games with wonwoo," he mutters, softly biting at the flesh of your thigh which pulls a string of soft moans from your lips.

"not sure what that has to do with this," you sigh. "but again—not complaining."

the 'this', in question, being seungcheol walking into your apartment and throwing you onto your bed without saying any words other than, "wanna eat you out."

which brings you here: with your boyfriends face between your legs as you thread your fingers carefully through his hair when he mutters discontently about how he hates video games, and is never playing with wonwoo again.

"so you wanna eat me out because wonwoo beat you at mariokart?" you ask with a breathy chuckle.

cheol doesn't even look at you when he shrugs and says, "i guess, yeah. i also really like eating you out." it only takes a second after he says those words before he dips his head down, licking a long and fat stripe against your folds, swirling around your clit at the end, polishing the sensitive nub off with a hard suck.

your body immediately jerks at the action and a combination of a moan and squeak escapes your lips when you tighten your grip on his hair. "fuuuck," cheol drawls out after the first few licks, his lips still hovering over your folds as he groans. "tastes like fuckin' candy."

you don't have time to think about how dirty his words are, let alone reprimand him for his crude (albeit hot) comment, because cheol is back at it, digging his face back into your cunt.

it's hot, it's sexy, and it's a mess, the way his face is dripping with your honeyed arousal, lips puffy from all the sucking, and eyes dark with lust as he watches you squirm under his mouth. after all, you are a treat, and cheol would have you over any candy any day.

[green-alm0nd]

I’ve recently fallen into Tech and Crosshair brainrot and we just had a storm here and I was wondering…may I request comfort headcanons of the bad batch comforting the reader during a thunderstorm? I tend to flinch like a big baby whenever I see lightning or a big rumble rolls through but I still sorta enjoy thunderstorms like if I’m safe if that’s any help or writing inspiration 👉🏽👈🏽 I hope that makes sense I’m super shy and have never requested any writing before. Like I can totally see Tech explaining the science behind thunderstorms to comfort the reader and Crosshair teasing them but secretly priding himself in being the reader’s “protector” hehe

Hey anon!

I really like the concept of this request, and I hope you enjoy it!

[The Bad Batch x gn!reader (headcanons)]: Thunderstorms and comfort

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Summary:

You tend to be afraid of thunderstorms, but thankfully, your favourite batcher is always there for you.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None, fluff. Crosshair's a bit of an asshole but that's it.

Enjoy!

Requested by: anon.

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HUNTER:

Due to his heightened senses, Hunter usually gets very annoyed by thunderstorms. But he doesn't get as scared as you as he's used to thunderstorms.

He noticed you flinch every time lightning struck, and the sound of thunder filled the Marauder's walls.

He approached you, asking if you were alright. Clearly, you weren't doing fine. However he wanted to make sure.

"Ad'ika...are you scared of thunder?" He asked, sitting down next to you.

You nodded and laughed it off.

"Yeah, just a bit."

He understands your fear, after all, loud sounds like thunder do bother him and sometimes freak him out.

He suggested playing Sabaac to get you distracted from the loud noise, and it worked.

Even though Hunter isn't a very touchy man, he agreed to cuddle with you that night to keep you company.

ECHO:

As he's lived lots of things, he's used to thunder.

Especially, since he grew and spent most of his childhood in Kamino.

He didn't know you were scared of thunder, though.

Echo doesn't really like physical touch, but he's willing to talk you through the scariest moments of the storm.

When he first realised you were scared of thunder, he sat down next to you and sked you if everything was alright.

He's willing to stay with you as long as you'd like, probably until you fall asleep.

Sweet boy will soothe you telling you stories about his old brothers, and the adventures he had with them.

He knows that calms you down, and he doesn't mind doing it often, especially since it rains most of the time the Marauder lands on

WRECKER:

To be fair, he was really surprised when he saw that someone that fought against stormtroopers every day and other people on a daily basis.

However, he didn't see you as weak, as some might think. It was actually quite the contrary.

He used to be scared of thunderstorms too, so scared that he'd even ask Omega for Lula back sometimes so he could hug her.

The rain reminded him of Kamino and that sometimes scared him, or brought back some odd memories.

"Well, you can hold my Lula if you want, sarad." he offered, once he realised you were scared of thunder.

"You...sure?"

"Hah! Yeah! I ain't scared of nothing!"

Of course, he always offers to cuddle, since it's his way of showing love and he also feels like he's protecting someone he loves as much as you.

TECH:

He's used to thunderstorms and perhaps slightly weirded out by the fact that you're scared of them.

"Are you scared of thunderstorms?"

He didn't need an answer when he saw you flinch when the thunder struck.

He blinked a few times, analysing the scene before he left his tools and sat down right beside you.

"You see, sarad, thunder is the sound caused by a flash of lightning."

You stared at him while he explained with his datapad de process of lightning.

"As lightning passes through the air, it heats it up the air really quickly. This causes the air to expand rapidly and forms sound waves we, as humans, hear as that sound"

He passed the datapad onto you, while adjusting his glasses and looking at you.

"Does that information suffice for you not to be scared anymore?" He asked.

You nodded, yet asked him to keep telling you facts about thunder.

CROSSHAIR:

Loves teasing you about it.

"You scared of thunder, mesh'la?"

It doesn't matter if you try give him the silent treatment, he will tease you endlessly until you scream 'YES' to the seven seas.

Even though he teases you and calls you weak for being scared of thunder, he still prides himself whenever you silently ask for a hug so that you feel protected.

He has a lot of pride, but his ego grows bigger whenever he gets the chance to tease and call himself your protector.

He loves hanging on to your waist whenever you flinch or pout at the sound of thunder.

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Yeah no, let's act as if I didn't post for three whole months because teachers want to kill me TT

I hope you all have a great Christmas day!

And I'm so sorry I took this long to make this request :((

(I might go on another hiatus, again, due to everything I have to do TT)

[missmeinyourbones]

Leah!!!! How are you lovely!!!! May I slide in with a yuuta + “I want to watch you” 👉🏽👈🏽

NSFW 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

cw: afab!reader, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, anything for you princess okkotsu

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yuuta doesn't know why he says it, or what comes over him in the heat of the moment.

but you're here, kissing his neck so softly and the feeling of your thighs against his is such a tease. and then you're asking him what he wants and before he can stop himself, the words are already dripping from his mouth like water when he breathes—

"i want to watch you."

he feels the subtle hesitation of your tongue flicker against his skin and he's positive his heart has stopped beating. slowly, you pull away from the crook of his neck to look at him, but yuuta dodges your stare.

"watch me?" your voice is gentle, laced with confusion or maybe interest, but he can't tell yet. he's too afraid to look you in the eyes right now and god, he's still so rock hard it hurts.

you watch him swallow dryly, his adam's apple bobbing before he cautiously nods, unsure of himself. "unless, you aren't into that, or wouldn't be comfortable, or something. sorry, i don't know why i—"

"no, no," your smaller hands find his jaw—a feeble attempt to calm his nerves, but it works. because he finally looks at you with those wet-doe eyes when you reassure him, "no, don't apologize."

slowly, as if you're afraid he'll scurry at any sudden movements, you crawl off of him. no longer on top of his body but now laying back for him to properly see you, all of you, your body relaxes against the mattress.

yuuta feels like his head is spinning while he watches you get comfortable, eyes still on him as your hand painfully creeps down your body.

"if that's what you want," your voice trails off as your hand does, slowly and shakily dancing beneath the waistband of your panties as it gets closer to where you want him. need him.

but because of him, for him, your hand will have to suffice for now.

"if you wanna watch me," your breath is shaky when you swipe a finger between your velvet folds, hiccuping at the touch combined with the heat of yuuta's intense stare, "then watch me."

it almost feels like a challenge, the way you're holding his gaze while gently playing with yourself. yuuta can't see exactly what your finger is doing, but he knows your expressions well enough to let his imagination run wild where your hand is covered by the thin, damp cloth.

he knows that you like to be teased a bit, fingers gently sliding between your folds to gather slick. how you like slow circles on your clit, how it makes your hips stutter as they buck for more pressure. he knows how your eyebrows furrow when he finally pushes a finger inside.

he watches you carefully, hungrily, and when you finally stop teasing yourself and allow a finger to slip inside of your dripping pussy, it's almost too much for him to bare.

"oh, fuck me," he nearly drools, closing and rubbing his eyes in an attempt to collect himself, to confirm that this is real. he isn't dreaming.

"yuuta," your sweet voice coos, almost teasingly when you scold him, "you're not watching."

a tiny whimper is heard before yuuta's eyes are on you once more. the show continues a little bit longer, you bringing yourself closer to your aching peak and him trying his very best not to audibly gasp and moan along with you.

lost in the moment, you jump a bit a the sudden feeling of his hands on your hips. they slowly make their way down to replace where yours are eagerly rubbing and curling between your legs.

he replicates your movements but better, like he knows you inside and out, knows what you like and just how you like it.

between quickened breaths and fluttering eyes, you can't help but playfully remind him.

"what happened to watching me?" you tease through a moan-laced smile.

yuuta savors your sensitive expressions with awe, almost copying them himself when he grins lovingly.

"oh," he promises, "i'm still watching you."

[queenuchiha89]

ohhh yes def need a part 4 with itachi and preg lil sister 🥺 maybe she hungrily gives him a very needy, messy blowjob, which turn him on so much he face fucks her before creampieing her sweet needy pussy 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 her belly ain’t that noticeable rn but it’s becoming rounder by the day and itachi wans more n more to breed her even tho she’s already pregnant? maybe sasuke starts using her creampied panties to jerk off? 😭plus bonus if sasuke know of sisters pregnancy? sorryyy i just having brainrot of this

The Uchiha brain rot be REAL! which is why my blog exists. 🤣 Totally love it! Ate and left no crumbs! Without further delay, I give you...

Part 4...

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI!! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ the following story contains but is not limited to incest, voyeurism, dubcon, strong language, and other topics that some readers could potentially find offensive. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Y/N looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom, observing her body as it had began to change. She was beginning to show a little pudgy pouch just below her belly button, and her breasts were so sore and swollen. She ran her hand along the tiny bump in her lower belly, knowing full well that it was her older brother Itachi who was responsible. Something about this turned her on in the most disgusting way, but she couldn't resist her own thoughts. Somehow the taboo nature of the situation made it all the more erotic to her in her hormonal state. Y/N sighed and decided if she had to be her big brother's little fuck toy, why shouldn't he have to suffer too??

After changing into something thin and skimpy, she made her way down the hall to her big brother's room, knocking softly before entering. "Itachi... I was wondering if you could help me with something..." Y/N said leaning against the door frame. Itachi looked up "of cou-" Itachi's words fell away as he saw his sweet little sister standing there wearing nothing more than a thin white top, and a pair of black cotton booty shorts. "something wrong Itachi??" She replies and she closes his door behind him, and slowly walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. Itachi looked her over, God she looked delightful. He cleared his throat "so what was it you needed hel-" before he could finish his question, Y/N pressed her lips against his, taking him off guard. He moaned into her kiss, savoring her sudden shift in attitude towards the whole endeavor. She breaks their kiss, looking deep into his big black eyes, and without warning, pushed him down onto the bed.

With a hungry Itachi had never seen from her before, Y/N pulled off his pants, his already stiff cock springing out and hitting her in the chin. She wasted no time, and greedily took every inch of his thick cock into her mouth. Itachi's head tilted back and a soft moan escaped his lips as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Drool coated his cock and balls as he watches his sweet litter sister choke and gag on his cock like a dirty little slut. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock, gasping as she caught her breath. "All I can think about is knocking you up again. Filling up your sweet little pussy with my potent Uchiha seed. You're going to take this cock. Right. Now." He growled as he was swiftly on his feet and pulling her up off the bed.

Itachi forced Y/N's face down onto the bed, holding her head there as he pushed his aching cock deep inside her pregnant pussy, and she moaned in delight. "Fuck little sis, you're so much tighter now that you're pregnant with your big brother's baby..." He moaned thrusting deep inside her wet cunt, their moans and the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room and echoing off the walls. She couldn't take anymore and her body shivered as her pleasure was reaching its max. "itachi i-i can't take anymore! I-im gonna... Fuck!!" Y/N cried out as her walls gripped and pulled around Itachi's cock, milking every drop of his cum out of him. They both tremble against each other as they come down from their orgasms, and reveling in the afterglow of it all. "Next time sis... Just tell me you're hungry for big brother's cock... I'll feed it to you..." Itachi teased making her giggle slightly. She gets dressed and kisses Itachi before leaving the room. On the way to her's, she passes by Sasuke, his cheeks red and flushed. "Hey Sasuke..." She say as she enters her room, shutting the door behind her. Little did she know that Sasuke was struggling to hide his rock hard cock after listening to their encounter in Itachi's room. He quickly entered his room, shutting the door behind him. He quickly heads over to his bed taking a pair of stolen panties from the day before, his sister's juices still coating the crotch... And his older brother's cum. "Ugh... I have to say something but this... But...." Sasuke's hand disappeared inside his shorts. He would worry about that tomorrow....

To Be Continued...

A.N: I've been out of it y'all but trust me I haven't forgotten about you! That being said, my bad on the spelling and/or grammar errors, I will edit when I can. Enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰

[panjakes]

Aneiiiiii💛💛

How are you? Hope you're doing well and staying hydrated.

I was wondering if I could request a Mark thing👉🏽👈🏽

So I'm braiding my own hair rn, knotless, and it is hell😭😭 my back, neck and arms are screaming and it's 10pm. I started around 3pm. Girl 😔 SHOUT-OUT to all the people that braid their own hair. Y'all are legendary ❣️

So something where like Mark feels bad and offers to help and also gives like a cute massage afterwards idk. Just something cute to make me feel like this suffering is really worth the beauty 😭😭😅😅

Love you🫶🏽🐝

Mark sat on your bed watching your movements very carefully. You seemed to almost be done but like you always tell mark, “one part can turn into three”.

You sigh throwing your arms down to your side, arms hurting like a bitch. Mark cracks a smile looking over at your glossy lips fold into a pout.

“You okay sweetheart?” Mark asks sitting up from the bed

“No. I’m tired. My arms hurt, my back hurts, I want some chips” you say making him laugh

“Is there anything I can do to help my love?” He asks coming to stand behind you

You look up at him through the mirror

“First off all you can go to the store and get me some snacks” you say

“You want to come with me?” He asks making you frown

“Mark…the middle of my head isn’t done. I’m not going no where” you say making him laugh

“Okay fine, guess I’ll face time you when I get there” he says making you nod

“Yes please, thank you” you say as he walks away

“You forgot to say something else” he says turning back around

“No I didn’t” you say looking over at the packs of hair only hoping that you had enough

“Yes you did” he says stomping his feet

“I didn’t can you please get my snacks” you say separating your hair

“Baby tell me you love me!!” He says leaning on your back

“Ow! Mark get cha ass off me!” You scream

“Say you love me and kiss me” he says puckering his lips

“I love you can you please go get my snacks baby please!” You ask

“I didn’t get my kiss but I’ll go get your stuff” he says making you give him a sarcastic smile

Soon he left and you got to gelling and parting your hair. By the time make came back you were done parting your hair and all you had to do is braid but maybe you were too tired for that.

“I got you a bunch of stuff” mark says

“What did you get yourself?” You asks

“I got me a coffee” he says showing you the cup of ice caffeine

“Did you get me a coffee?” You ask

“Nooooo” he says going wide eye

“Well can I have some of your coffee?” You ask batting your eyelashes

“Well when you look at me like that, You can have whatever you want” he says making the both of you laugh.

You take a sip of his coffee moaning at the sweet but slightly bitter coffee.

“That’s good, I need one of those” you say handing him the cup

“Want me to go back and get you one?” He ask making you shake your head

“No what you can do is come over here and help me with my hair” you say making him nod

It wouldn’t be his first time helping you with your hair. Mark has helped you with washed day, detangling, installing a wig, even braids so he was gonna help you now.

He goes to wash his hands and he comes back grabbing the pre parted pieces of hair. Sitting between his legs you tackle one side of your hair and he tackles the other.

You quickly braided your side as mark took his time to braid so he didn’t mess up and you yelled at him.

“Mark…hurry up!” You say falling asleep

“I don’t wanna mess up!” He says

“Please hurry up my neck hurts and im tired” you say with a whine

“Okay I’ll give you a massage when im done but you know how you get when I mess up on your hair” he says making you nod

“I mean, you right” you say making him chuckle

“It’s okay baby I only have three braids left” he says still slowly braiding

“Is it really only three?” You ask with a frown

“No…it’s six” he says making you groan and himself laugh

Within him and his slow braiding you fell asleep on his leg. About 40 minutes later he was done and actually proud of his work. He quickly grabs his phone taking pictures of the braids he braided and your sleeping figure.

“Baby wake up, I’m done” he says gently shaking you

“Did you put mousse and oil sheen on it?” You mumble

“No, you can do that yourself. Go wrap your hair up and get ready for me to rub on your body” he says making you jerk up from your sleep

“Now that just sounded weird” you say making him chuckle

“I always rub on your body don’t make it an issue” he says making you roll your eyes and laugh

“Your such a weirdo” you say giggling

“I’m your weirdo” he says moving his eyebrows up and down

“Yes, yes your are” you say planting a kiss on his lips before going to mousse and wrap your hair