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When You're Pregnant- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader

genre: fluff fluff

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Xavier:

Finding out you were pregnant was one of the best news he's ever gotten in his life. He was determined to be there, every step of the way. He becomes way overprotective over you as your maternity passes by. He would always be close to your side, terrified that if he leaves, he might lose you again.

He wouldn't let you do anything. Laundry? Nope you stay and rest! Grocery shopping? Nope give him the list of what you need. If he found you doing anything by yourself he would immediately step in and help or do it himself.

Whatever pregnancy cravings you want he would go out of his way to get it for you. He would also try it with you no matter how weird it was. He's more then happy to indulge on whatever you were eating

He’d wait until you go to sleep first, knowing how hard uncomfortable sleeping has gotten as your pregnancy progressed. He’d do everything he could to make sure you’re settled even if it meant giving you all his pillows and blankets just so you could rest more easily.

Endless shoulder, back, leg rubs to help sooth your tired and aching body. He can't imagine how tired you must be growing another human inside of you so he wants to take away an discomfort in any way he can.

Zayne:

He's a cardiac surgeon. He knows the anatomy and physiology of the human body. So he checks on you and your bump everyday to make sure everything is alright. At night he makes sure that you sleep in a correct and comfortable position.

Anything you crave he'll either cook for you or he'll pick up or buy. Whatever you need this man will do it all for you.

This man is always ready. He has all the medical dates and any important events written down in his schedule. He would have the best doctors to give you regular check ups, follow up tests, and even for ultrasounds. He would even have a bag packed ready for when your delivery arrives.

If anything felt wrong or you were anxious about anything, you would call him first before any of your doctors and he would immediately be on his way to you.

He would def have a folder of all the scans, tests, reports of all your baby stuff and keeps one in your shared bedroom and one copy in his office. Sometimes he'll go back and read the files and be nostalgic on how much weeks and months have passed by already.

He would have a week free in his schedule in case you deliver before or after the due date. So no surgeries or any meet up with any patients because all his time is yours.

Rafayel:

I think he would definitely be happy but deep down I think he would be nervous. You know this man is clingy but ever since you told him you were pregnant, anywhere you went he would be right beside you.

The more your bump starts showing, he would spend time out of his day talking to you and your baby. You two would spend so much time discussing names and plans for when the baby arrives. When your asleep, he would whisper quietly talking to the baby bump while basking in your beauty. He would fall asleep on your side for talking to the baby bump so late, one hand rested gently on your bump.

He would have an extra room ready for when the baby arrives. He would help pick out what furniture and what baby clothes to buy with you. He would tell you all the ideas of what he would paint for the walls for the baby room.

Bath time with him during this time is a lot more intimate. He would sit behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder while he caresses your bump

I def think this man would take pregnancy photo shoots or even paint you to capture the joy and anticipation. But no photo or painting can ever capture what beauty he truly sees in his eyes. He'll have an ultrasound picture in his wallet below a picture of you two and an extra empty space for when the child is born.

Sylus:

He would be by your side as much as he can. When you get morning sickness, he would immediately be by you, holding up your hair and rubbing your back. He would carry you back to bed and making you tea.

If you were to have any body aches and need a massage, he's already on it. He would have any ointments and anything you needed to feel comfortable or to ease any discomfort.

Although he wants to stay by your side at all times, he does have to work. This man is the Onychinus's Leader after all. He hates that he has to be so far away from you though. He'll try to stay in contact as much as he can. While he's away he'll have Luke and Kieran take care of things for you. He'll have Mephisto give him checkups if your asleep or taking naps. He'll hire a personal chef to cook you anything you want.

This man has all the money in the world. Whatever you want, you get it. You want this room to be the baby room? It's all yours. You want the whole floor to be the baby room? Say no more. Whatever baby furniture you look at, it's yours. Whatever color you want for the room, it's yours. And if you want it repainted for the 10th time, he'll make Luke and Kieran repaint it again and again.

If it were your 6th or 7th month into pregnancy you would tell him that you found out that babies in the womb can hear stuff outside. He would rest by your side, whispering things to the baby saying things like "Come out soon little one so you don't give mommy such a hard time in there." or "Maybe I should try to sing the baby a song." Which you immediately shut that idea down.

Caleb:

Caleb let out a tear or two or maybe more when he found out that you two were expecting and saw the positive pregnancy test as proof. He wrapped his arms around you ever so gently, careful not to hurt the little one growing inside of you. He would spin you around gently, showering your face with so many kisses and joy.

He would encourage you to take it easy and stay home during the early stages of your pregnancy. He would be so worried about your nausea and other symptoms, and his concern only grew when your pregnancy progressed. He’d remind you that he can support you all and that your job should be the least of your concerns.

Caleb is the type to hold your belly bump when it looks too heavy. If any walking distance, whether it was outside or around the house becomes too much for your feet, he’s quick to scoop you up and carry you. He’ll make sure to massage your feet later

Once you let him feel the baby kick, he’ll talk to your bump daily. “Hey little fella..let’s not kick mommy so hard okay?” He talks to you and the baby about his and your day and shares everything else he can. Many of his conversations with your bump include telling the baby how lucky they are to have the best momma in the world

Anything you want or wish for, you got it. Caleb doesn’t mind at all, honestly. He’s more than happy to help and do anything for you. As long as it’s good for you and the baby and doesn’t put either of you in danger.

The type to have the biggest smile on the ride to the shop and the ride home after baby or maternity shopping with you. Whether it’s baby clothes or toys, there’s just so much excitement bubbling inside him at the thought of meeting his little one so soon. A wave of nostalgia would also hit him when he sees familiar toys, the ones he used to play with you as kids, and the idea of your children playing with them makes his heart swell. He can’t wait to share countless stories and create many memories with them.

submissive dally or darry please i beg

Brat

Synopsis: Submissive! Dally gets overstimulated and edged as a punishment for his bratty behavior.

Tags/cws: Handjobs, edging, overstimulation, bratty Dally, oral, consent has been given (consent is sexy), GN! reader, mentions of safeword (he doesn't safeword), very short read.

"Fu-Fuuck you!" He moaned as he tried to squirm away from your hand. "Let me cum you bi-Bitch!"

"Dallas, we talked about this. You want to cum, you ask for it nicely." You whispered as you circled his tip again. "You going to ask nicely you brat?"

"No! God fucking damnit, let me cum!" He hissed as he tried to grab your wrist only to have his hand slapped away and all his stimulation stopping. "No... No! Let me cum, Pleasee!"

"Begging already? I thought that would take longer..." You mused as you leaned down and gently sucked on the tip of his dick. Dally squirmed and reached for your hair only to have his hand smacked again, his gaze met with a warning glare.

"Fuck.... Fuuuck!" He moaned loudly as he came, his body thrashing about as he finally got his sweet release... Only... It didn't stop. Dally's eyes opened when he didn't feel you stop. "What the fuck are you doi-doing?" He snapped, staring down at you while trying to push your head off.

"You wanted to cum, so you'll cum. Safeword?" A smile rested on your lips as you watched his face, still stroking him.

"Crayon." He muttered as his head fell back down onto his pillow, his body tensing as he got close to another orgasm. "Good boy..."

pervy

wc: 0.5k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, suna x reader, smut, masturbation, not proofread.. pervy suna is the vision :3

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suna's not one to admit, unless caught red handed, that he is one heck of a pervert.

ever since you two started dating, you can't help but notice his eyes staring at you through the mirror whenever you changed in his bathroom. testing this theory, you always left a little visible crack to see if he'd be right behind the wooden border that divided the two rooms.

it was no coincidence either whenever you open your drawer to grab a new pair of undies or a bra to put on and see them out of order.. what a perv. always, you can't help but set up these "traps" to catch suna in the act. though, you haven't caught him fully in the act, just slightly.

a few days ago you slept over, and maybe left all your dirty clothes at his place to which he'd do the laundry for. heading over, you thought it'd be nice to help suna with the laundry since you should probably also take your stranded pieces of clothing home as well instead of just leaving it somewhere at his place.

whenever you came over, you never bothered to message him since you have his location. a tap away, is how you'll know suna's home, and of course he was.

using the spare key he gave you, you quietly turn the knob to do a sneak attack to surprise him. though, walking in, it was pitch silent. not a word, a sound. the lights were all off. you're thinking to yourself, something's weird, maybe he's still asleep since it's still early?

dropping your stuff on the couch, you walk to suna's room. at the door is when your ears start to pick up on something. though, it wasn't very audible. pressing your ear on the cold door, squeezing your eyes shut trying to focus on the sound.

okay well.. suna's definitely awake right?

biting your lip as you focused even harder, suna's groaning... and calling out for you? was he having a nightmare?

well shit, i gotta do something if he's having a nightmare.

putting a hand on his doorknob, you slowly and quietly twisted it to ensure he was napping. however, he wasn't… well, suna was rather engrossed in his own little hobby that made all the noise.

the moment you saw was the moment the door squeaked and caught suna's attention. making eye contacted as you both your eyes widened in shock, you slam the door shut behind you while your cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink.

there you go, you just caught suna in his perverted acts. you saw him sitting on his bed using your panties from the other night to help get him off. his t-shirt was held up using his teeth while he skillfully thrusted his cock up and down his grip that surrounded your panties that were damp with his essence.

his brows were so furrowed at the thought of you, pretending his hand was your warm and tight cunt that wrapped around his length. a sheen layer of sweat covered the top of his forehead while it creased to the of pleasure spread upon his skin. his slender eyes were shut so tight the moment he was about to reach his climax till he heard the door squeak open.

maybe you should help suna out.

masterlist here

step three. continue to take off the intrigue

he loves coming inside, in fact, the only other place he'll come is on your pussy.

it doesn’t matter how you feel, its the only way he knows.

And if he's feeling generous he'll eat both of your cum out of you leaving you squirting and moaning hysterically

he’ll never say he has a breeding kink, but the way he waits for his cock to go limp before pulling out is all you need to know.

T O J I, Gojo, Ushiwaka, Usui, IWAZUMI, eren, Laxus, gajeel (bro has kids alr) Erwin, shinichiro, Geto, YAMI YAMI YAMI, Meliodas, KURAPIKA, Todoroki, ace, shinsou, Terushima, (hear me out but kaido…)

cw. established relationship, reader is a perv n a tease, caleb is sort of a perv here too ithink, idk they are both freaky n they match 💔 this is to make up for the bs i posted like two days ago! also i am tempted to try out smaller text.. should i poll it

boyfriend!caleb who swears you’re sooo innocent. the first few months of any relationship are the most tumultuous ones, and you’re shy. he knows he has to tread lightly and carefully, to cement the fact that he loves you unconditionally and always will, that it isn’t just about sex. plus, this is your first real relationship. he doesn’t want to scare you off and screw this up by being too hasty, despite feeling like he’s wearing combat boots while traveling through eggshells.

but, god, are you hard to resist.

it’s like you don’t even know how just how hard he gets when you wear those thin tops that do nothing to hide your pert nipples or when you send him pictures of those dangerously short skirts — the ones where, with just a wave of his hand, could lift up and reveal the dainty, soaked panties you have on underneath.

if he could bring himself to hate anything you do, he’d say he hates it when you send them those photos at work the most, because then he’s forced to leave a meeting or kick a subordinate out of his office just to rub one out. :((

caleb’s thoughts are just so filthy, too — ranging from using your pretty tits to get off to just keeping you home and spending all day, everyday stuffing your cunt full of his cum until the two of you have at least five kids.

but even he knows that’s far too fast for the two of you. no part of him has ever been inside you (save for his tongue when you two make out), and yet here he is, fantasizing about debauching his sweetheart of a girlfriend.

shame on him.

but it’s not like you aren’t thinking the same.

you like walking around his cold house with no bra and a flimsy little camisole. you like wearing tiny shorts with no panties to sleep or short skirts that is, really, but a scrap of fabric. you like accidentally brushing your foot against his crotch during dinner or shifting far too much in his lap whenever you two are watching a show.

caleb’s reactions are priceless — the way his breath gets caught in his throat, how his soft cheeks grow a dusty pink, the subtle jerk of his hips or adjustment of his hardening cock in his pants . .

how could you resist provoking him more, especially when you know he’s doing so much to hold back?

you’ve heard him, whether it be when he’s in the shower, the door cracked open just enough for you to peer in, or late at night when he thinks you’re asleep, fucking his fist like a hormonal teenager or, worse (in his eyes), humping the bed. it’s like he forgets that you’re right there, that you could pop into the bathroom for something while he’s moaning your name or wake up mid-orgasm and watch all that cum go to waste on his toned abs or thighs.

it’d be so easy to interrupt. a little too easy, actually, as if he’s subconsciously wishing that you would catch him and scold him for being so perverted, so disgusting.

but you won’t, no matter how badly you want to take his dick into your mouth and clean it up until he’s quivering with the force of another orgasm or slip into the shower behind him and help him work himself over with softer and smaller hands.

you’ll keep playing the long game, teasing caleb with feigned naivete, sending him pretty pictures while he’s at work and pushing him further and further to the brink until he has no choice but to snap and take you for himself, ripping clothes and spitting and spanking.

there’s only so much a man can take, after all, and he’s undeniably weak to you.

Simon tests his new tongue piercing out on you, his sweet roommate

With too much free time on his hands— literally. Simon was going stir-crazy. Breaking his arm on a mission three weeks ago had landed him a two-month break, and he still had a long way to go.

But you, his sweet roommate, made it bearable. Even signed his cast in pretty cursive, dotting a little heart next to your name. To which that night, he jerked off to the sight. Your name staring back at him while he imagined you beneath him. Though it was frustratingly unsatisfying, given that he’d broken his dominant hand. Writing, eating, taking care of himself— everything was a struggle now. But he couldn’t complain too much, not when you were there to help without a word, making sure he ate, doing the little things he refused to ask for. Your cooking alone was enough to make him consider breaking a leg next time— maybe throw in a collarbone and a broken rib, just to have you fuss over him a little longer.

But boredom was a hell of a thing. And eventually, it led to impulse decisions. Like getting a tongue piercing.

He wasn’t exactly sure why, just knew it’d be easy enough to hide when he got back to work. So it didn’t exactly matter.

And when you noticed it, curious little thing, eyes locked on him while he grabbed a soda from the fridge. He’d almost forgot about it. Until you asked, and he smirked, told you about it, and before you knew it, you were naked on the couch, legs spread, moaning his name as his tongue lapped at your pussy. the cool metal against your clit making you shudder.

He pocketed your pink panties when you weren’t paying attention. Something to look forward to for when the cast finally came off. When he could wrap a fist around his cock and jerk off properly to the thought of you.

Though, as it turned out, he didn’t need to wait that long.

Because the next day, you came to him, all innocent eyed with quiet need, wanting more than just his tongue. And that? That he’d gladly give you.

PAIRINGS. . . sylus x reader

CW. . . suggestive, he lets you ride his motorcycle for the first time

you squealed the second the engine purred under you.

the vibration, the power, the sheer coolness of it—you couldn't stop grinning if you tried. “oh my god. sylus. sylus. i’m on your bike. i’m riding your bike right now.”

he was behind you, legs bracketing yours, hands resting on your hips like it was second nature. he laughed—low and smooth.

“don’t wreck it, baby,” he murmured against your ear. “i just tuned her.”

your heart was beating too fast. some of it was adrenaline. some of it was the fact that his voice was practically dripping down your spine.

“i won’t!” you chirped, way too giddy to notice how tightly you were gripping the handlebars. “i’m gonna be soooo good to her.”

“i know you will,” he said, his hands sliding down your thighs before casually guiding them into position. “you look so good up here, i might never ride solo again.”

you were flying down the open road, wind in your hair, engine growling beneath you like something alive. you could feel every subtle shift in the bike—and every subtle shift of sylus behind you.

his chest pressed flush to your back. his hands loose at your hips, fingertips dipping occasionally, like he was reminding himself you were right there. and your ass? firmly nestled against him with every little bounce, every lean, every stretch forward—it was impossible not to feel how he reacted.

you shifted just a little on purpose—like, barely—and you felt his hands tightened.

“you’re doin’ that on purpose,” he said, smirking. you didn’t have to see it to feel it.

“doin’ what?” you asked innocently, gasping a little when you hit a small bump and your whole body bounced, ass pressing back into his lap with a little too much intention.

that earned a growl. real and low and hot.

he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “you keep grinding back like that, and we’re gonna have to pull over.”

you laughed—breathless, dizzy with speed and power and the feel of him so close behind you. “you said i could ride,” you teased, half-turning your head.

“i said you could ride the bike,” he shot back, his voice rougher now, fingertips dragging up your sides. “not me.”

The Naga’s Teasing

Pairing: Naga x f!human reader

Summary: you struggle to stay composed during a professional videomeeting while your naga boyfriend secretly fingers and licks you under the table.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, naga smut, fingering and oral (fem receiving), silent teasing. Don’t like, don’t read please.

The camera was on, displaying many little boxes with your colleagues live on the laptop screen. You were in the middle of a remote meeting, sitting in your home office, hands gripping the desk tightly. You were supposed to be paying attention to the presentations yet you could hardly contribute to the discussions.

You weren’t supposed to be so flushed, your skin tingling with arousal.

You weren’t supposed to be struggling to stifle your moans and keep everyone from hearing.

You had such a hard time keeping your composure because your naga boyfriend had decided to tease you. He had slithered under the table, opened your legs wide, dragging up your dress and tugging your panties to the side. You were helpless to stop him; you couldn’t react in the process of the business meeting.

Hidden from view, your naga tortured you in the sweetest and most shameless way. He spread the lips of your pussy and laved your inner folds. The sensations made you shiver. The hum of your colleagues in the background faded as you were licked and sucked to the breaking point. Biting back one gasp after the other, you fisted your pen, clutching it tightly.

You tried to focus on anything but the wicked slide of his tongue but it was impossible.

Especially when he thrust a thick finger in your depths, you pussy squelching softly in your ears.

You inhaled sharply.

“What are your thoughts on this proposal, chief manager? Is that good way to promote our new product?”

That was you! The CEO was talking to you!

You swallowed down a moan. Blinked. Refocused.

“I… I think the pro-posal is magnificent. It aligns with the goals of the co-company.”

The strokes intensified, a second finger surging deep inside your depths.

“We…hm… should pro-proceed with that idea,” you stuttered. It was increasingly difficult to keep talking and keep your breathing under control.

Several other colleagues chimed in their agreement but your focus wavered when your naga boyfriend slid up his tail slipping under your dress, his warm scales brushing against your sensitive skin. The appendage found its way under your bra, circling your nipple while his mouth suckled your pussy, his fingers thrusting steadily inside your pussy.

You clenched your teeth.

Oh, when this meeting was over you were going to have his ass for this.

Shifting restlessly on your seat, you clenched your fists on the table, digging your nails into the hard surface. His tongue licked your clit with precise strokes, the pleasure increasing. You were drenched and so close. Damn…. You were about to climax right there in the middle of the video meeting.

Breath hitching, you bit your lip hard and rode the waves of pleasure, hands gripping the edge of the desk. Your toes curled inside your slippers, and you pressed your thighs together in a vain attempt to stop him. Your mate responded silently by curling his fingers just right and fucking you through your climax, making stars dance in your vision. His tail had also sneakily slithered to your other nipple, circling the bud and pulling.

“Any other questions?” the CEO’s voice came from the laptop.

Gulping, you shook your head, all too eager to end the video call. A little hazy, you answered, praying that no one noticed the faint tremor in your voice, “N-no, none from me.”

Finally, the videocall ended with unanimous agreement.

With a soft nudge, you rolled your chair away from your naga boyfriend and stood up on shaky legs, you heart still hammering form the intense release. He slithered out from beneath the desk, his face super smug. You shot him a glare and were about to speak when he pulled you to him, clutching you against his broad chest. His long tail curled around your body, trapping you against him.

“You are a fucking tease,” you said, lightly slappping his shoulder.

“You did so well, darling,” he whispered, his voice a silky purr. “Behaved so well while I fingered your slick pussy and rubbed your swollen clit.”

“Let go,” you muttered weakly.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he said, his breath warm against your ear.

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