#MAN THIS WAS A LOT

[twsted-princess]

A Dilemma

To celebrate one hundred ships with my main girl, really I wanna thank all my friends for tolerating my bullshit and making many of my favorite memories. Y'all are the best.

Tagging: @shinsen-haruki @fumikomiyasaki @terrovaniadorm @rookvonhunt @thetwstwildcard @sakuramidnight15 @vivaresmala @silent-dragon @multydoodles @ellovett @the27th @hades-eternal @forestwispocs @hey-its-cweepy @fullplaidponydreamer @vale-ocs-roleplay @oseathepebble @another-twisted-wonderland-fan @sparrow-20 @windbornearchon @starry-night-rose and @wanou-dorm

This is bad. This is really, really bad. Melanie stared up at her ceiling, there was a small hole that needed fixing but that wasn't on her mind. She couldn't sleep. Not with her brain racing in every direction. The thoughts in her head were clear as day as she listened to Grim snore. Rolling over to her side, stuffed toy in hand she reached for her phone. Patting around until she found it and turned it on while laying back in her original spot. Her fingers typed the password and headed to the text button, then immediately tapped on her group chat. The one she shared with her closest friends. She quickly sent a message, most of them are sleeping so they probably won't see it but it was important. 'Could we meet up after school tomorrow? There's something I need to say.' Mel then turned her phone off, placing it aside and closed her eyes. Hoping to get at least some sleep in before what might happen tomorrow.

The phone went off a few times for the rest of the night as she slept not as well as she'd like. Soon it was morning, the usual routine. Get ready for school, do some chores, get whatever work Crowley's needs done, then classes followed by more work and then lunch. Lastly more classes until the final bell rings. She got up from her seat as Kirsten walked over to her. "Ya ready?" She asked as the brunette collected her things, Mel nodded and the two were off. Louise poked his head out from the chest pocket to see Melanie. He was concerned, he knew she had something on her mind but he didn't want to pry. But she seemed happy talking to Kirsten about whatever was on their minds as they walked down the hall. Keres saw the two and waved them down as they stood around with the rest of the crew. The girls headed over to the small crowd before Melanie gestured for them to follow her. "So what's the big rush Mellomar?" Keres asked as they headed out into the front courtyard and down the path to the Ramshackle. "I'll explain but....it's important." Melanie smiled weakly and the gang followed.

At the dorm the group sat down on the squeaky not super comfortable couch and chairs with Carol grabbing drinks from the fridge so that they can quench their thirst. Melanie sat in her chair, holding the lemon lime soda can as Keres was the first to speak up. "Sooooooooo you gonna tell? We won't judge." they smiled at the princess who patted her leg with her hand, fighting the creeping thoughts in her head. "Well...........um..........." She couldn't even look at her friends and Louise stared up at her. "Your highness it's ok." He watched her brows furrow before nodding. Taking a breath she squeaked out a simple phrase. "I think I'm in love." Louise gasped as the gang stared at her in shock, turning than into joy. "Congratulations!!!" Melody squealed as she clasped her hands together while Nyphy shot her a thumbs up. Keres and Kirsten shared a smirk as the Idia's right hand woman spoke up "About fucking time." Carol grinned as Louise stood there in awe. She's in love???? Well......this is new!!! But he gave Melanie a big grin and went off "Who is it? They ought to be a good pick!!" She then looked away, twirling two fingers around with her cheeks turning pink. "There's.........a problem with that." The group then looked confused as she muttered "I like............a lot of people." Carol looked to the group before gazing back at Melanie. "It means you just have a big heart, but I am curious of exactly who you fell for."

The gang listened in as she recounted her recounting her tales. There was one with a naga girl that lives in the Ramshackle that she's known for a while, another with a carny bear guy from Savanaclaw. Carol was the first to know that folks the princess fell for. Fabio, the rabbit beastman and one of her students. He was a sweet guy, the perfect candidate really. Then she heard Kumo's name. Sure he was a thief but he treats the both of them with respect so she guessed he wasn't too bad. Then came Fennec, another decent guy who would treat Mel right even if he's a wanderer. But then....Tyler. She frowned at the thought of him being with her best friend. Hate.......is a strong word but she thought he was a real ass. But he seemed to be good around Mel so she bit her tongue and sipped her soda. More stories flowed as the princess gushed about a fox boy from that Wanou dorm Leroy keeps visiting.

More stories poured in from Melanie as she talked about even more folks she's experienced. From the sleepy first frog loving boy from Sombraj and another Savanaclaw student, this one was a female hunter. Nyphy was paying attention but she couldn't help but look at the clock. She wasn't gonna take long right? Granted none of them really had something planned but as Melody and Carol asked more questions she could feel herself doze off. Then she heard Eric's name. She knew him....sort of. He's a vice leader at Hourglass Station and she knew they've been penpals as Mel had shown her a letter from him. So she got the hots for him? She thought about it before smiling to herself, Eric's bro's gonna have a field day with that knowledge. Reagan was also not totally paying attention but she enjoyed listening to the others cheer her on. Darcy then came up and she blinked. He's that Scarabia tutor, weirdo but not a bad guy she guessed. Melody herself was cheery as can be. Cooing over her friend's crushes and pushing her to spill more of the tea. With a warm smile she listen to the stories seeing Mel blush and get flustered. She heard a familiar boy with a penchant for flirting and gardening, that had to be Sylvain. He's a great guy!! Then she heard another HSA student who tends to hoverboard! Oh that would be Saphira! Another great pick! But then Mel mentioned two folks at once, well of course she knew a sleepy man with a son and a moth mom any day of the week. Daido and Amalya, both wonderful choices!!

Lacie yawned, stretching her arms to the sky and drudging down the hall. Trying to talk to demons sure can knock you out. She rubbed the hour long nap sleep from her eyes as she headed down the hall, what she needed was food. Maybe some mango or berries, anything sweet. But as her sliper clad feet guided her to the treasure trove of sugar she could hear giggles and someone talking. She knew who it was, her dorm leader but when she peeked around the corner she wasn't expecting people over. Or even what the blue eyed senorita was talking about. Crushes.....oh well. Gossip is gossip and Lacie was interested. She leaned against the wall out of sight as she listened in. Mel was gushing about this pretty girl with a beautiful singing voice in Pomefiore until she heard someone familar.

A tough lion girl from Savanaclaw and an ice cold siren from Octavinelle. Kiara and Veil, she shouldn't be that surprised. Then it was also the brooding beauty from Ignihyde who wanted to punch Idia, she chuckled to herself knowing it was Isidoros. The rest she all knew very well too. Lovette Diasomnia's vixen, Scarabia's forlorn mother Nasira, Octavinelle's chill son of the sea Nerus, the wolf of Arachninox Jinrou, Crowley's own son Erza, and especially the knightly feline Catherine with her pesudo boyfriend the friendly dragon Jasper. She smirked to herself seeing her friend get this red but her sly enjoyment turned to surprise when she talked about Pyxis. So she's got a thing for the masked man? Well this is exciting but before she could leave.......she heard her own name leave Melanie's lips. Oh.....oh wow. She felt her own face grow very warm as she heard her best friend talk about how she really had feelings for her.......and also Lyre. Well......this is....a lot. Lacie then quickly rushed back to her room, this needs some processing.

Maequlie smiled as the gang talked. It had been a while now but the conversation seemed to flow on. She watched as Louise chirped in here and there as Melanie talked about her loves, he looked happy but she could tell he was a little concerned over certain names coming up. Carol, Keres, Orion and Melody were still chatting but Nyphy had curled up in her chair scrolling through her phone and Kirsten had gone up to pace around the dorm. The jester grinned before taking a sip of her water as she listened to more tales. About a gentlemenly bat man, a dramatic fae, a sly incubus and a sake loving demon from another school. She chuckled to herself as her friend then spoke about someone she had an inkling of a vindication. Buka, the demon from Terrovania. She's seen them lingering around her before so it seems to be mutual. Then another Terrovania, stoic giants Deidra and Naya came from Mel's lips. So there was a type if it hadn't been obvious already. After some gushing there was more where that came from. The tough wolfman Eduardo, crafty Benedict, sly Hassan, the quiet Tahanii, and princely Yuu-Mun. All were nice, although Maequlie was giggling to herself. This'll be a fun show.

Orion blinked, then blinked again. They've been here for like........an hour? Hour and a half? Time seem to be an enigma as she slouched back in her spot on the couch. There was a smile on her face sure but really at this point it was out of bewilderment. How the hell did she not notice Mel was crushing on this many fucking people? And she was still going? It was almost amazing she hadn't been caught yet. She talked about a fox queen from Diasomnia, a flowery wizard from RSA, the less douchey half of a set of twins at Pomefiore, another fox girl, and owl girl and then two fucking demons???? The sea deity listened on baffled over what she was hearing until she heard someone really familiar. Shima and Mika????? Daido's brother and clone???? "You gotta be shitting me....." Orion grumbled before Melanie looked over to them slightly worried. "Is....there something wrong?" she asked but the starry face teen shook her head.

"Nah you're good, it's nothing." Mel watched with a concerned glance as Orion chugged down the last of her cola before getting up to grab another. The table was already covered in soda cans and a large bag of chips as the princess continued with Melody's encouragement. As Orion took another cola out she was listening as Jacob was brought up. Jacob, Jacob............oh yeah that rich nerd's brother. They've gotten into fist fights before, hits like a motherfucker. But as she took a sip she heard a name. MINNIE??????? AND KALA?????? The group looked over to see Orion spit her drink out and look back wide-eyed. "YA MEAN THOSE TWO MONSTERS TRYNA KILL EACH OTHER!!?!?!!?!?!?!?" Melanie looked in shock as Carol rubbed her temple. "We can clean that later...." Orion ignored the mess as she rushed back, climbing over the couch and looked at Melanie dead in the eyes. "Please tell me there's more." she said seriously, leaning forward causing Melanie to shy away not looking them in the eye. "Well......" She then went on to talk about Ajax and Galland the rival dorm leaders of Cybernetta. Those two........well one's nice and she's surprised that Mel's still alive from talking to the other. Then it was.......Roya and Namor. More Gracery folks. "Mel I'm gonna be honest, you're either the bravest or the dumbest bitch I've ever met.....and I'm friends with Melody."

As Melody called out her sister from another mister Keres smiled. They were just as baffled as everyone else. God it was a fucking roller coaster and it's still going. The chip bag was almost empty, there was like two cookie sleeves open and more bottles of water and soda pop. Carol had joined the squad of Nyphy and Reagan in not really paying attention but listening in but everything's fine. Everything is dandy and all is good in the world. Mel continued on and they of course knew people. The little princely Adam from Terrovania, grumpy Midge from Tetravania and the overly cheerful (and slightly feral) Marinus from Octavinelle. But then they perked up at the name Bora. Oh Bobo!! They're buddies with him! He's a great coworker and a super sweet guy!! They leaned in for more info on him and Mel provided but then there was Lee. She's an RSA dorm leader, they didn't know her super well but from when Mel's saying she seemed like a nice lady. Then of course, there was more. A mega grump but sweet dude named Kevin was next and they were interested until.......Florence came up.

A frown came over Keres's face and they barely held back a scoff. "What's wrong?" Melanie asked concerned but Keres shook her head. "Nothing. I just don't like him is all." Granted he was a good guy but him being a nurse gave them the heebie-jeebies. But they let her talk before moving the topic to.....another eyebrow-raiser. Sue.......the trashtalking, rabble rousing "Look at me funny and I'll rip your arm off" dorm leader-ish of Terriauria. Ok.......? They could sorta guess their friend has a thing but even Louise was surprised. He did grimace when Kala and Minnie were mentioned, likely bad experiences. Of course they didn't really wanna push him but Mel did share a look of "we can talk later" with the mouse. But then more drama. Macros..........that kinda sneaky but weirdly charming guy from RSA.......alrighty then. He was......odd, but kinda hot so Keres didn't judge until................"ACHILLES?!?!?!?!!?" Keres screamed, jumping onto their feet. Oh no. No. No no. No no no no no no no no no no no!!! Not that assface!! Melanie squeaked, almost jumping back at Keres. "B- But he....." the perfect tried to calm them down but Keres looked confused, insulted and more or less bewildered. "He's tried to kill me. Multiple times." Mel started sweating until Keres sighed. "You really are a piece of work Mellomar." they said before sitting back down and chugged their soda down.

Kirsten sat there, absorbing the chaos and chatter. Great. Awesome. She now has all the backmail material she could ever hope for. Mel really didn't have to open her mouth but she did and now she has consequences. Kirsten loved her friend, she really did. But man this is the worst thing she could possibly do. She was zoning in and out the whole time. Occasionally piping in with a comment about one of Mel's crush or just getting up to walk around cause holy fucking shit it's been two damn hours and she's still talking about boys. Upon getting back from her fourth walk around she sat back down as Keres lost their shit over Melanie finding the guy who takes skulls as trophies cute. Honestly he was kinda hot but eh whatever. As she grabbed the cookie sleeve, taking a couple out and watching the chaos unfold it slowly winded back down. Mel then stopped looking at her friends worried "Should...I stop talking?" she asked as Carol looked to everyone. "If you want to that's fine." Keres nodded in agreement as Orion got up to stretch but Kirsten looked at Melanie. "That's not everyone right?" The princess gulped, she was caught. "There can't be more......" Nyphy sighed with everyone now glancing over at Mel. "Go on, you dug this grave. You're laying in it." Kirsten was serious as Mel trembled. "O-Ok....."

She went for hopefully the last time. And the first one was already caused an uproar. "Kierron!?!?!?" The group aside from Kirsten shouted. The leader of Kombatra?!?!? The guy who hosts a yearly blood sport?!?!!? Melanie looked away thoroughly embarrassed, she couldn't really explain herself here. But wait! There's more! Some were decent options. Guys like Erza, Brick, Vladimir, Citron, Celadon, Ferdinand, and Michi were respectable. Octavius, Tobias, Misha, Philip, Maurice, Dusk, Midas and Jupiter were all nice guys and Louise was extremely excited hearing Jirou's one of her interests. But then there.......questionable fellows. Folks like Johan, Fraiser, Kakia, Song Fenhua, and Mars. Then Ruben, Derrick, Solomon, A'rachk, Emile, and Lucifer.........not awful but they certainly have issues. Kirsten was enjoying this, partly in a sadistic way seeing Melanie squirm but she couldn't help but sigh. Mel's got a bleeding heart that's for sure, this couldn't get worse. Oh how wrong she was. Candice. Miko. Micah. Arsene. Cervos. The spectral girl watched as one by one the group lost it. Then she slowly rose, walking over to Melanie who squirmed back. "Uuuuuu-" She was then punched straight to the tit. "You're a fucking dumbass."

Johan watched from above, his presence unseen by the girls as Louise ranted and raved and Kirsten just stood there in an angry huff. Melanie, the one who confessed her feelings for him embarrassed and apologizing for wasting her friend's time while nursing herself pained chest. Odd girl. But a charming one at that.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.

[eydilily]

guys with their respective bugs

[slightlyartist]

Tate deserves to punch Ford so I drew it, felt really therapeutic <3

[dionysus-complex]

look I know it’s supposed to be a joke but that “irradiated wasteland” is the unceded homeland of the Paiute and Shoshone peoples and consists of fragile Mojave and Great Basin desert ecosystems that are actively being exploited and destroyed by mining interests who utilize the perception of desert as wasteland to justify their destruction of indigenous lands and communities. the joke's not funny. fuck off with this.

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[ink-the-artist]

Love the contrast between the Americans’ “Apollo” and the Soviets’ “Sputnik.” You got the Americans naming their rocket after a Greek god trying to communicate the grandness and importance of this rocket. And you got the Soviets naming their rocket “fellow traveler.” Like a friend you go on an  adventure with together. This rocket is our little friend lol 

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[corvid-khaos]

fionna and cake but simon drops increasingly wild anecdotes about his life

[rawranansi]

A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart

[leupagus]

It's really fucked up when you treat characters like people and people like characters.

[chloesimaginationthings]

What if Henry found Springtrap first in FNAF..

[havi-fart]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAAYYYY

to fight my artblock i decided to redraw some gerard p donelan comics as ds9. but once i started i could not stop....

so heres all deep space 9 of them. lol. again the poses and captions are lifted straight from his comics all i did was put space guys on there! please enjoy

(id in alt text btw!)

[bi-writes]

the new baby you take care of is the cutest baby you've ever met. (a lil dubcon, baby trapping, 18+)

he has a big head with a tuff of little blond waves, and he has the brightest brown eyes in the entire world. he smiles at every face you make at him, and he takes a bottle like a champ and will nap for hours as long as you're quiet.

his father has a strict schedule set for him. when you met that big man for the very first time, you were speechless. your teeth had clacked together with how fast you tried to close your gawking mouth, but it was impossible not to with how much he towered over you, nearly touching the top of the doorway.

he is methodical, down to every minute. tacked onto the fridge, he had shown you his son's current schedule, which he emphasized with a dead glare must be followed to a T.

two feedings in the morning followed by a nap. another feeding. a longer nap. another feeding. another nap. all separated in increments of 45 minutes, with instructions on how to use the bottle warmer and how to measure the formula.

his son does not cry. his father had told you, if he cries, y'r doin' somethin' wrong. and he was right. the baby only cried when he was hungry, and he would fall into a dead sleep as soon as you gave him a bottle.

it's odd, to take care of someone else's baby. especially this man's. there's no woman in the house, as far as you can tell. the whole house is decorated very minimally, cozy and in shades of warm greens and cool blues and browns. there are no heeled boots by the door or pretty fur coats, and whenever you pass by his bedroom, only one side of his bed ever looks lived-in. there are no pictures on the walls, no makeup in the bathroom drawers, and no pads or tampons under the sink.

just a big, unfeeling man and his big, adorable baby.

but you think that your actions to get this big, unfeeling man to like you are starting to have the wrong kind of implications.

it starts with dinner. you start to make it, using the ingredients from his fridge to make stews and buttery mashed potatoes and roasted veggies. the image of you stirring a pot with his baby on your hip has not left him, and whenever you don't have some kind of meal cooking when he gets home, you answer to someone curt, annoyed, and cold, even to the touch.

then it's the decorating. you thought his couch was a little bare, so now there's a few throw blankets laying across the back of it. there's a vase of pretty tulips on the coffee table. you're growing herbs on the windowsill, little pots of thyme and rosemary and basil. you leave house shoes by the door now, and even when you're not there, he sees those fuzzy pink slippers in the foyer, and he can't help the way he chubs up just seeing them when you're not around.

you start to bring some extra changes of clothes. after the baby spit up on you more than once in a day, you bring a duffel bag with you once a week with extra changes of clothes. he snarls when he sees your clothes in one of his drawers; pretty black panties and matching bras, all laid out under your lounge wear right next to his fucking socks.

the toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. the multi-colored chapsticks in the drawers. tampons and pads organized in the cabinet, your moisturizer next to his shaving cream. he smacks his fist against the wall when he sees the finished package of your birth control in the trash because wot the fuck are y'doing taking those things when y'know i want another--

he can see you in the baby monitor. swaying in the dark of his son's room, the baby's head on your chest as you rock him softly. you're singing a little, a gentle hum to soothe him enough that his eyes start closing. he groans a little when he sees your eyes shut as you kiss his son on the forehead, cooing at him as you pat his little back and tell him to have sweet dreams.

you're making brownies when he comes home that night. his son is seated in his high chair, clapping his hands, and you're smiling at him and cooing in that baby voice you do as you take the warm brownies out of the oven. when you see him emerge from the darkness of his living room, you smile at him, taking off the oven mitts.

"hi, simon," you say softly, and his pupils dilate when you slip a hand over his son's head to soothe him. "i made some dessert, hope that's okay. thought you might wanna try my new recipe."

simon comes into the kitchen as you take his baby out of his high chair. you hoist him up against your hip, and when simon comes closer, you giggle as tilts his head to the side and stares down at you both. you tilt your head back a little, blinking up at him, and the flutter of your lashes is enough to have him rock hard in his cargos as his hands curl into frustrated fists at his sides.

"i'm gonna put him down for bed, it's a little late," you tell him. you hoist his son up a little higher on your hip, picking up his little chubby arm and waving up at simon. "say goodnight, daddy."

simon grins under his mask at the soft lilt of your voice. you try not to squeak when one of his big hands slides around your waist to hold you at your back, and he bends down to kiss his son's forehead through his mask.

"goodnight, my boy."

you try not to linger on the idea that he may have grabbed your ass as you walked away. no, his arms are just so long, they grazed you while you passed by him.

the baby always goes down nice and easy. one bottle later, with a full stomach, he's rubbing his little eyes and fussing in your arms as he tries to fall asleep. he's a mover, simon's little one--always grasping around with his arms and flopping onto his side in the bed. oftentimes, after a nap, he's facing the opposite direction and on the other end of the crib when you come to get him.

so you shouldn't be surprised when as he's falling asleep, his little grubby hands reach for you and pull.

your eyes widen when you hear the pop of buttons. you look down, gasping, when you see his son has grabbed onto the front of your blouse and pulled the first few buttons out. they clatter onto the floor in a mess, and you're not able to see where they go with it so dark in his room.

"oh, god!"

you try to be gentle as you set the baby down in his crib. he immediately sticks his thumb in his mouth with his head lolling to the side, and you try to pick up anything you step on as you hurry out of the room, trying to hold your shirt together.

it's useless. you're standing there in the hallway, hastily shutting the baby's room closed, tits out at eight in the evening.

"tha' why he so good ta ya, mama?"

your eyes bug out of your head when you see simon there. he's standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes are focused on your poor open blouse. the bra you're wearing leaves nothing to the imagination--just mesh with underwire, and when simon comes closer, there's virtually nothing separating you when he reaches up with that gloved hand and cups one breast, thumb smoothing over your nipple before he tugs on it gently.

"wha--simon--"

"thinks y'r his mum, pretty tits out like tha'," simon hisses. "'f ya wanted it so bad, why didn't ya just say?"

"simon--"

he tsks, using both hands this time to grip your blouse by the edges and tug it down your arms. it falls around your elbows, and he takes the straps of your bra with it, until it's pooled around your waist and your tits fall free.

"fuckin' hell," he breathes, and your lips part gently as he hikes up his mask and spits on your nipples before sucking them into his mouth. "mmmph..."

you arch your back as he rips the rest of the buttons off with one smooth tug. your blouse falls, and your bra follows it, until you're in nothing but your skirt, backing up into the darkness of his bedroom as he kicks the door shut. you scramble to get him back on top of you when your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you're laying down--grabbing around his shoulders as you try to guide his mouth back to your breasts where he can suckle on them with that filthy mouth of his.

"knew it--" he rasps. "fuck, i knew it--"

your eyes squeeze shut when he ruts his hips against yours. your panties are ruined, slick wet and digging uncomfortably into your folds, but the scratch of simon's jeans have your back bowing at a hard angle, your fingers sliding between your bodies as you reach for his zipper. you gasp when you feel him under your hand, straining against denim, the girth of him tying your stomach in hard knots as you think about what it'll take to get you open enough for him to slip in.

"keepin' me fat," simon murmurs. "holdin' my baby like tha', wot did ya think was goin' ta happen, eh?"

"h-huh?"

"'m gonna make you fat, too, swee'eart," he says, smoothing his hand over your tummy. "saw those little pills in y'r bag. it won't take today, but we'll try again tomorrow, yeah?"

you're drooling as he fucks you. your hips are hiked up, your skirt flipped up as his thighs smack against your ass. you're not privy to the way the fat of you shakes every time he's buried to the hilt, but simon appreciates it, tongue out as he watches you push back against him to try and get yourself filled quicker. he traces your spine with his fingers, leaning over you as he watches your fingers dig into his dark sheets and grip for dear life as he gives it to you fast and deep. it's a mess of wet between you, and you know the bed underneath you will be soaked by the time he's done with you, but you can't think about that when the very thing you've been wanting since the day you met him is so close, so within reach.

you haven't taken a single one of those pills since the first week you met that fat, beautiful baby. maybe simon didn't take too close a look at the dated little pills in your bag and in the bin, the little calendar you used to mark rotting away in a forgotten pocket, gathering dust.

when simon comes, your mouth is filled with saliva, and you gurgle between barely-lucid giggles as your hips sink into the mattress. he's saying something, but you don't hear it. instead you reach down with your fingers and stuff them inside, trying to gather as much of his cum and keep it. when simon tries to cum in your mouth later, you nearly bite his dick off.

how dare he try and waste it?

[mrdespondency]

stanley pines the man that you are