#My ovaries

[sukoji]

meu deus eu vou me matar às 23h59 pm 😖

Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.

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Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.

It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.

His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.

His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.

Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.

"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.

Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.

For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.

And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.

When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.

Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.

Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.

And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.

By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.

And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.

It says 'Missus Riley', of course.

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[annislittleshopofhorrors]

~ Assemble For Democracy ~

[magnusstan]

Shirtless in the gym, kissing his bub. Thank you Louise, you are a real one. 🙏

How many times have I watched this? Yes.

[alastor-simp]

OMG NEW HOTTIE ALERT!!!

HIS NAME IS SCAR AND HES A VILLAN IN THIS NEW RPG CALLED WUTHERING WAVES. THEY MADE THIS BOY SO CHAOTIC EVIL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *faints from fangirling

Yelp new character to add to my simp list❤️🥰

[faistology]

HELLOOO??? WHY DOES HE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD!!! 😭😭

[geekstuffkittykat]

Laszlo is so beautiful and when I'm hormonal and crampy I have a soft spot for my favourite characters in sensitive moments. The way he's looking up at her here UGHHHH. Daniel is so prettyyyyyy.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price guest stars --

The Red Skelton Hour; Loused in Space (1967)

[suraemoon]

“baby love, my baby love” 💕

[thiziri]

Princess Anne and Sir Tim Laurence during the Men's Hockey Pool A match between Great Britain and Netherlands, on 30 July 2024.

[rainytragedyruins]

From cam's IG... ❤️

[sashi-ya]

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD 🙊🤤

[dameronshandholder]

🫠🫠🫠

[duffsmckagan]

[thespicycrab]

The Duality of Man.

[caitlinjohns77]

The erasure of women and women’s health

[thebirdandthebee]

carmy x f!reader in labor and post-birth fluff?

You rolled your neck gently from side to side - slowly waking from your nap. The low hum of machinery and steady beeps serving as a reminder you were still in the birthing suite.

"Carmen?" You asked quietly, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. It was about six and though there was a dinner tray now in the corner of the room, Carmen had been supplying homemade meals since you'd arrived at the hospital the day before. He'd packed a cooler that was waiting to be filled right next to your go-bag for days.

"Hi Baby," he greeted quietly from the chair next to the hospital bed.

"Where's my baby?" You asked, rubbing your eyes gently before finally focusing.

"I got her right here," he said, "I think she's hungry for you," he said. You looked over to see her cradled to Carmen's bare chest, a blanket draped over his back.

"Hi Sunny girl," you smiled, absolutely and entirely in love. "Has she been good?" You asked.

"You've been asleep for an hour - she's been perfect," Carmen smiled up at you, stars in his eyes. "I changed a diaper and we looked out the window," he explained.

"You been holding her the whole time?" You asked, to which he nodded, his unbreakable eye contact causing you to fall in love with him all over again. He shuffled over, carefully settling her in your arms and you positioned her so she could easily latch on for dinner. Carmen's arms laid his arms across the rail of your bed, his head resting on them as he watched his daughter nurse gently.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," you sang quietly as she looked up at you with those same blue eyes. "You make me happy when skies are grey."

Carmen ran his hand gently over her impossibly soft baby hairs, Sunny completely undeterred by her father's disturbance to her meal.

"She's so small," he commented, "she doesn't even have eyelashes or eyebrows," he grinned.

You laughed softly, careful not to jostle her.

"Well we know that she'll get those from Daddy," you remarked quietly. "I hope she gets your curls, too," you added.

"She has your little nose," he said, eyes glued to his Sunshine.

"My ears, too," you replied. The two of you fell into comfortable silence as you watched Sunny nurse.

"You're the only person that gets to cook for her for like seven months," he grumbled, making a wide smile split across your face.

"I don't mind you being my exclusive chef for a bit longer," you smiled, head resting back against her hospital bed pillow. Carmen's eyes trailed from the part of your hair down to the tip of your chin, bouncing over to Sunny.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," He said earnestly, making your eyes misty.

"Carm," you smiled gently, "don't make me cry."

"Can't believe how lucky I am," he added before you fell into comfortable silence yet again.

"You are my sunshine, my only Sunshine."