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ysrjune · 3 months ago

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I wrote half of this at 2am bc I wanted to write but i didnt know what to write so im going to my favorite thing and going for baby daddy scott 🥹 "i luv men" — @lovethestarrs #🌹🩷🍒

sooo inspired by my bby bunny 💕🥹

others: reader and scott are in their early 20s. dont like? dont interact! / if you are above or are 18 and read, its fine! you dont have to interact in any other way. not proof-read.. um beware of SMUT 😥😥😥 #freakydeaky Ok. lets start.

"no!" scott's little boy refused to eat a piece of broccoli. "why not? your sisters eating it." scott replied, trying to shove the veggie into his sons mouth. scott was #blessed with twins. he for some reason thought it was karma for fighting with his twin all the time. "if he doesnt wanna eat it then dont make him, hes just gonna throw a tantrum." you tell your ex-boyfriend while drying a bottle.

scott and you were on and off all the damn time. it felt everyone confused. its been like this since you were 7 months pregnant. "why do you keep taking him back?! hes a piece of shit!" your bestfriend constantly complained. "I dunno.. hes hot?" you shrug. "girl you are so stupid." your bestfriend rolled her eyes while she bounced your son on her knee.

"hes gotta be healthy, babe." no matter if you're together or not, he still calls you by those sort of petnames. "our little boy is gonna make us rich some day." he jokes, still fighting with the 5 year old for him to eat the green bush. "isnt that right, baby?" scott sticks his tongue out. "no daddy." the little boy, junior shook his head. yes your sons name is scott, just like his dad, and you still cant believe it. thats what happens when you end uo having twins that are boy and girl, and you let the dad name your son while you named the girl.

"right," scott rolls his eyes and looks over to his other baby, cassandra. "you? you wanna make mommy and daddy filthy rich?" he asks. cassy laughs and pokes her fathers cheek. "yes daddy! soo rich." she claps. "can we have a doggy when that happens?" she asks. "yes, anything you want as long as you buy us a big house and dont put us into an old folks home." you tell cassy and grab her. "whats that?" she asks about the home. "nothing, cutie. go play with the new dolls that daddy bought you." you put her on the ground and she did as you said. scott gave up trying to make junior eat, so he let him go too.

"callin' me daddy but you wont let me take you out on a date?" he makes that face he does when he wants to get on your nerves (a dumb smile with his eyebrows raised) "shut up, you're a weirdo." you dont even look at him. "come onnnn. we've been like this since we were 17. lets just stop breaking up and finally stay together." he suggests, standing up in front of you. "yeah, when junior becomes a pro tennis player" junior likes soccer.

scott didnt stop trying to charm you the whole afternoon. to make him shut up, before he left with the babies, you finally gave in and said yes to a date on the weekend. "cool. see you later, baby." he steals a kiss. the twins giggle and say goodbye to you with kisses and hugs. oh you were definitely gonna call your bestfriend about your date this weekend.

"look at my beautiful girl." scott caresses your cheek. he took you to a fast food place for dinner and to a forzen yogurt place for dessert. you were cool with it because thats what you wanted to do, and he was fine with that. hes taken you out to nice places many times, so its not like he only ever takes you to a burger joint. "you want something out of me." you glare at him.

scott sighs and rests his head against the headrest. "yeah. I do," he turns his head over to you. "but im not gonna force you to do anything with me. you dont even have to look at me if you dont wanna.'' he holds your hand. "we have two kids together. we should be together." "I know in the past I used you and I was an asshole, but I changed. I wanna see your face in the morning when I wake up. I wanna put my kids to sleep in the same house that you're in. I wanna be a family."

"you are such a liar." "if thats what you think, you're wrong, but im not going to sit here and tell you that you're crazy for accusing me of lying. i know ive lied about that before and I am so sorry. that was stupid and ignorant. its because of me that my babies don't have their parents at the same time everyday, and here i am complaining about it." scott sighs. "y/n, please. this isnt about me wanting to have sex with you in my car right now.." you give him a look. "well, entirely." there he was. "sweetie, please? i want to be a dad. a real dad."

"scott, you are a real dad." "you know what I mean." he nervously rubs his hands up and down his thighs. "im not asking you to let me move in and move all fast with this. I just want another chance at being your boyfriend and being with my family." you sigh, taking all this into consideration. it took him two hours to actually convince you. to really prove it (a stupid way to put it, but its a big deal) he didn't try anything. he didnt touch you inappropriately. he pulled you in for a long, warm hug.. but you did makeout.. can anyone blame you? hes gorgeous!

over the past few months, scott was over almost all the time now. when hes not there, its because hes working, or hes visiting his brother and mom. the kids were happy, he was happy.. you were happy. he asked you to be his girlfriend the official way. your favorite candy, drink, and with a bouquet of flowers. he also kept his word. scott wasnt a bad father, he just wasnt always around you when he had the twins. now, he actually included you in things. taking you to his moms house again like he used to, going out to eat with the kids, sometimes the beach or like a carnival.. the point is that he's succeeding in making his family a real family.

"cassy, can you tell mommy to come out really quick, please?" he asks, sitting on the couch with his computer on his lap and glasses on. cassy drags you out of bed, whining. "dad needs youuu!" she leads you by the finger to the living room of your apartment. "go to the room with junior." you tell cassy as you sit with scott. "what do you want? its 8 in the morning." "i need help with emailing this company that wants me to work with them." scott was in his pjs, underneath a warm blanket. he "moved in" by this time, he just didnt sleep your bed. scott notices how tired and cold you look, but he really did need help. so he pulled you in under the blanket as you got to yapping about how he needs to sound professional.

scott wakes up early on his days off to make you and the twins breakfast. thank his mother that she forced him and his brother to learn how to cook after having kids.

on the days both of you work, the twins usually go with his parents since his brother and nephew were there.

cassy and junior love seeing you and scott acting like a real couple. especially cassy. junior thinks its nasty when his dad kisses you, but cassy thinks its the sweetest thing ever.

scott allows cassy to paint his nails with her princess nail polish that goes away with hot water. he also plays barbies with her sometimes.. most of those times are him making the dolls say crazy things.

he matched batman and robin costumes with junior for Halloween.

for Christmas, he and sam went to macys to take awkward sibling photos with ugly sweaters. they also did a separate one for vinnie, cassy, and junior. of course sam's annoyed and uncomfortable expressions were real and not just for the photo. scott gifted you the photos of your kids while he gave the photos of him and his brother to his mom.

"i dont care," scott mumbles into your collarbone. you two were at a party that corey, sams friend, invited you to. sam and his girlfriend went along but you hadn't seen them yet. scott had pulled you into a random bedroom 30 minutes into getting there. "the door is locked. nobodys gonna come in." he pulls your tube top down, exposing your breasts to him. "im gonna kill you if we get caught." you suck in a sharp breath once he attaches his mouth to your boob. "I'll die a happy man." he chuckles and gets back to work. you placed your hand on his curly hair, watching him.

it didnt take long for him to have you bent over the bed. "these are pretty," he admires the black underwear you wore. "too bad im gonna have them ruined by the time im done with you." he snakes a finger underneath the fabric and snaps it against your warm skin. "damn, you look so good." he mumbles, thrusting his hips so his crotch would meet your ass. his jeans werent off just yet. scott likes to tease you.. but more himself before actually doing anything.

his hands rest at your waist, guiding you to go back on him. he kept it going only a few second more before undoing his belt and jeans, then sliding his boxers down. "tell me if you need me to stop. im not goin' easy on you t'night." he whispers, pulling your underwear down your thighs and slamming himself into your wet cunt. he thrusted fast, panting and moaning. "uhnn.. I've missed this pussy so much." he whines. "give me th-..at. mhh. fuck." his eyebrows knit together, mouth agape. "you're so pathetic." you say softly, fucking yourself back on him.

"yeah. yeah, I am." he slides a hand up and down your smooth back. "so fucken pathetic for you.. would do anything for you. do anything for my beautiful girl." he lets out a high-pitched moan, hitting that spot in you. "scott.. im—" "uh-uh. keep it in.. keep it in." he pants. the sound of skin slapping against eachother becoming louder. "dont cum yet. dont." he throws his head back, continuing to roll his hips deliciously. both of you made noise, but scott was a little louder than you.

scott suddenly pulled out. "ride me?" he asks softly. his cheeks were flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead. "oh my.. fu-huuh." he whimpers, watching you bounce on his cock. "you like that, Scotty? you like when I fuck you like this?" to which he nods his head. "mhm. yeah. keep.. keep going." he says oh so nicely. his fingers graze your pink lips and travel down to your tummy. he stares at your faded strech marks, smirking a little bit. "’n if I put another baby in you? make you a mommy again?" he puts his eyes back on your face.

by now, you were only rolling your hips on him. "yeah, no thanks." you say, making him laugh. "thought so." the bed creaked, and scotts head was pushed deeper into the pillows. "im gonna cum! g-get off!" he whines, tapping your hip. "i-im gonna cum too." you take his hand in yours. scott wasnt so happy that he finished in you until you told him you were on birth control. "scared the shit outta me.." he pouts. "funny. didn't you say you were gonna make me a mom again?" you tap his cheek. "i was getting confident.."

— #timeskip #hitthat #needthat #subscottforthewin 🙏🏼

"dude, ive been looking everywhere for you!" sam yells over the loud music to scott. "we just got here!" he lies to his brother. sam rolled his eyes. "im gonna borrow him for a couple of minutes-" he yells to you and drags scott upstairs. you were left with his girlfriend. the two of you knew eachother in highschool, so it wasnt weird or awkward. she actually took you to go dance.

a whole hour later, the boys came back absolutely baked. not a surprise. "we hotboxed the fuckin room!! and get this!! some girls thong was on the bed." sam laughed his ass off. you look at scott with worry. "nah," he shakes his head at you. jeez, you really thought you had left your underwear in there. "nah what?" sam asks. "nothing." he pushed sam away and went over to you, shoving his tongue down your throat.

the kids were at your parents house, so when you and scott got back home, he asked for #round2 and you #gaveittohim #theDisfire🔥 what was the after care?? a hot shower and he doordashed chinese food.

"daddy." junior crossed his arms at Scott. "yes??" he responds. "you're a dumb blonde." junior laughs, screaming dramatically as he runs to your room. "what the fuck??" he raised an eyebrow, looking at you from the livingroom while you were in the kitchen. "he watched legally blond with me last night." you smile. "hes never watching that shit again." he rolls his eyes, clearly butthurt.

"oh, come here.' you roll your eyes. he was quick to stand up from the couch and walk over to you and give a hug and a kiss. "when did junior get so mean." he fake cries into your shoulder. "when did cassandra start wearing your clothes?" scott immediately dropped his act and laughed. "shes cool now, alright?" "scott, I dont want her wearing a shirt with a Marijuana plant on it." "okay. what about the one where jessica rabbit has her tits out?" you shoot him a look and hit the back of his neck. "you have a shirt with jessica and her tits out?!?!" "no! I was kidding!" he kisses you. then he texts his brother: do you want the jessica rabbit shirt? (lol. no. imagine getting caught u loser.) sam responds.

two years passed. your little family was happy and "normal" (enough) scott officially OFFICIALLY moved in the year before. (started sleeping on the same bed and you shared the closet.)

a cute family photo hung above the couch. junior was on your lap and cassy was on Scotts. here and there, scott will get up in the middle of the night to admire it. he was so proud that he was able to prove himself to you. (fr this time cause #damnhewasabitch) little ho actually cries sometimes staring at the photo.. as he should.

end of story. Ok? bye.

@sockiess @erosmutt @d0llfilth @anakinstwinklebunny @valloos @lovethestarrs @mx1curriee505 🔥🙏🏼

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nightmarishwaltz · 3 months ago

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Sean seems like an incredibly awkward, dorky guy but it's so cute 😭 Also feeling very thankful for all this Sean Waltman/The 1-2-3 Kid content recently

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killuintense · 1 year ago

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the fucking daddy vibes that leon id gives me IS FUCKING HARD MAN I WANNA THAT HE FUCKS ME UNTIL MY HOLES CAN'T STAND ANYMORE STFU

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belovedcloud · 9 months ago

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Such A Sweetheart

pairing: sugar daddy! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ synopsis: you need money quick, and what's a good way of getting quick money? a sugar daddy. you find a man but he treats you so good that maybe this may blossom into something other than a transactional relationship?

✎ notes: this is a longgggg one, i decided to try making a long one and writing this up at work every day for weeks was a struggle but i did it! if only sugar daddy leon was real :(

➤ WC: 10K

➤ CW: age gap, reader is in low 20's whilst leon is low 40's, talks about leon's alcohol struggles and practically his life, reader wears a dress, oral, fingering, dirty talk kinda??? not really, lots of kisses, maybe something more than a sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship, p in v, cumming on you, fluff at the end.

MINORS DNI!

Leon Scott Kennedy was a dirty man. That's how he saw himself. The masses of bioweapons he killed every mission tarnished his being. There was no escape for him. Nothing could save him from what he saw fit for his life. All he could ever be was tool for the government, someone who they could rely on each time to discard the tragedies of the world. They didn't care who they affected, as long as the government were safe that's all that mattered.

Leon knew that. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave. Leaving the job behind was a massive no. What if something happened? What if another incident like Raccoon City occurred?

He was bound to everything of horror. Gore, blood, death. He had seen it all, he had experienced it all. The killings of his superior, Jack Krauser alongside the dumpster of death that trailed beside Leon. It was his shadow. All he could do was bare with it. Nothing could save him, until you came around.

You needed money - just being able to live was costly and jobs were going left, right and centre. No matter what you did, you couldn't grab a job. It was out of your reach. You flooded every company with applications; they were bound to have known you by now. Despite that, an interview was never handed to you. Rent was coming up and what else could you do?

Find a sugar daddy? It was your only choice so... yeah. You were going to find a sugar daddy.

Doing some research and finding out that there were multiple sites to find one. Clicking on the top site, sugardaddykwiky.com, brought you to profiles of many men. Many older men. You weren't going to be picky, there was no time to pick and choose who you wanted.

Clicking on your profile, you start to upload pictures of yourself. No explicit ones, just ones of your face and a safe for work full body image of yourself. Furthermore, to try and attract more men you type a little description about you. This would entice for men right? Soon enough, your little question was answered. Yes. Men flooded your messages, nearly all of them sending the same message of 'Hey' with a pet name in front of it. Maybe you were going to be picky, they all weren't that attractive. Extremely plain and non-lovable.

Reminding yourself that this wasn't a dating site but a site of seeking money you required, your fingers continued to scroll until a request popped up at the top of the screen.

['LSKENNEDY' wants to chat!]

Leon was shitting himself. He didn't know why or how he was so nervous but it was linked to you. You looked so sweet and innocent, no explicit images nor anything sexual of the sort. It wasn't his type of thing to see tits shoved in his face or somebodies legs spread across the camera. You were different. It was as though you weren't just selling your body to get quick cash.

Scrolling down he read your interests. His eager eyes scanning through your description once then again, and again. Continuously reading before taking a glance at the few pictures he was granted to see of you. He drank in your face, such pretty features plastered on you made his heart flutter.

If you were to take him as your sugar daddy, he made a mental promise to himself that he would take you out on countless dates. Spoil you rotten until you couldn't take it anymore. All it came down to was luck.

Leon was lonely. He was a lonely man. The thought of you brought a sliver of solace into his body. Perhaps you could distract him from chaotic life he lived in. Leon craved love not lust. A deep groan left his lips as he knocked back another glass of whiskey. The malty liquid seeping into the lines of his lips, travelling down his throat. His phone was no longer bright, it was pitch black. A reminder of how his life was.

Before Raccoon City, Leon dreamt one day he would find a love that would course though his life. A deep affection that would last for many years. Decades even. The proposal of a family was always deep in Leon's mind when he was younger. Sure, it was stored away as he didn't find himself to be fit for family life at such a young age... But he knew he would want one some day.

That suggestion slowly dissipated when he gradually got older. He still kept some of his features, that being his dirty blonde hair or his baby blue eyes. But they were permanent. His youthful skin creased and aged overtime and a stern look was etched into face. Completely juxtaposing what he looked like 20 years ago. Yet, your face lingered in his mind as he downed another glass of whiskey.

His phone still remained off as he stared into the wall in front of him. To any normal person it would have been a blank chantry coloured wall. Leon saw it differently as depictions of you clouded his head and vision.

What the fuck was going on with him?

Was this a joke? He believed it was his mind playing tricks on him due to excessive amount of alcohol he consumed. Even after chugging a glass of water to try and sober himself, he still saw you. It annoyed him but not only annoyance filled him. A sense of peace too. The two feelings juxtaposed each other, as if they were fighting to see who would win.

Leon got up, trying to distract the inner conflict he faced. Closing the curtains and sitting in a room of absolute darkness. To no avail the image of you popped up. A growl scrapped his lips as he rubbed his face. His body slouched on the couch, rolling his head back as another noise vacated from him.

He had to do something.

Smacking down the couch he sat on with his calloused hand, he yearned to find his phone. The device jumped up slightly from the force of Leon's actions - soon enough he snatched it up. His thumbpad drummed the screen twice, the light penetrating his eyes as he staggered to find the power button.

"Fucking hell.." A squinted look appeared on his face whilst he scrolled the brightness down. Leon's dull eyes pried at his device, swiping up just to see you again. Fuck. He didn't delete the tab.

You looked gorgeous. An angel in his eyes. Even though you were young and in your low 20's. His mind processed the information once again. Should he feel ashamed? Disgusted? Was he at fault for wanting something romantic with you - even if you were 2 decades younger than him? Surely not, you were of legal age and willing put yourself on the website. The underlying feeling of guilt was questionable to him.

This wasn't wrong per se. It just felt like it.

His leg quivered slightly, his calve continuously smacking the bottom of his couch. Leon's eyes peered into the screen. Why was he so nervous? Get a grip, he thought to himself. A deep sigh left his lips as minutes passed - no response from you.

Your eyes flickered on his profile, an older man of course but... God was he handsome. His blue eyes called out to you, alluring you in to look at his other features. How was a man so beautiful? Early 40's nor did his description have anything sexual. It was quite basic - the perception of secrecy interweaved in it.

Nervously, the pads of your fingers moved subconsciously. Your body scrambled into your bed. The comfort of it didn't ease your heart as you clicked [Accept Request].

Leon's fingers kept refreshing the website to see if you had accepted his request. To his surprise and pleasure, you did. His heart pounded deeply within him, his shaky movements transferred himself into the chat. The miniature profile icon of your face made him go into awe. Your face was truly hypnotic. His lips pressed against the rim of his glass, shakily holding it to his lips to a point where the glass clattered against his teeth.

Leon decided the best option was to at least start the conversation off. What could he say? Perhaps the best option would to go down the basic route, however, by now you must have had multiple men just saying the same thing over and over again. His gaze focused on his phone, his eyes practically burning through the keyboard glazing over the letters trying to figure out a way to wow you.

The constant overthinking led him to not even figuring out a message to send you as your chat-box appeared on his mobile. Frowning to himself, he thought he was pathetic to a point where he couldn't even type to you. He wasn't this nervous in real life so what was going on now? In others eyes, he had charisma even when talking to a few women... But even a simple text message to you and he was about to piss himself.

Your fingers swiftly left a message, you even felt yourself getting nervous. The other chats you faced with different men usually led to the route of using your body to please them. Or they sent their half limped dick positioned in the middle of their palm trying to turn you on. It could be that this Leon Kennedy guy would contrast them. A twinge of hope stay put in your heart to hope so.

After all, he was hot.

You: hi! :)

Leon: Hey sweetheart, how are you?

It was a basic way to start of the conversation. Pretty pathetic in Leon's eyes but he had no idea on what else he could say. A shaky breath left his lips, adjusting himself on his couch trying to get cozy. The pads of his fingers tapping impatiently on the phone case. The inkling of worry still lingered within him as his mind reminded him of your age.

Instantly, a message came through on his behalf. Leon wasted no time to read over your message, he felt like a teenage boy again.

'For Christ sake... Keep it together.'

You: i'm alright, i saw that you aren't really like those other men on here. you're not like showing your dick in your profile or something.

A low laugh erupted from Leon's lips. You did see him different and honestly good. He wasn't one for going straight into the sexual stuff. Even at his age, early 40's and all, he still craved the affection you would receive in a normal relationship. He knew the love would be dependent on the money he sent you - it was better than no love at all.

Typing back with a small smile on his face, his legs uncontrollably stood him up. He walked over to his room, the light thud following him ominously. A dim light covered his figure as he sat down on the edge of his bed, hitting send.

Leon: We'd only get into that if you want to, but I prefer us to know each other a bit more. Don't you?

To say Leon was correct was an understatement, it was like a breath of fresh air. Whilst you wouldn't mind getting in his pants, for a man to not want sex sex sex was refreshing. Yes, it was the bare minimum. Did it make you way more interested though? Absolutely.

A giddy wave of happiness spread into your veins as you kicked your legs up and down. An actual conversation! You could even feel yourself becoming slightly turned on. A little wet patch forming in the middle of your panties. God.. Was this really happening now? Getting turned on by the bare minimum a man could offer?

You: yeah, i would honestly :) it's really refreshing to see someone wanting to talk

The conversation prolonged for an hour or two, both of you understanding the boundaries that Leon and you put place to make this agreement as comfortable as possible. Nonetheless, you were happy with how he was and Leon was ecstatic to know you better. Regardless of the cost that came with it.

He believed that a person like you deserved to spoilt rotten. Just the way you acted with such grace - you were heavenly. Someone who he was happy enough to show you the wonders that money could give you. Alongside his love, but Leon was nervous. He was nervous that you wouldn't understand why he would be gone for days at a time with no response. There was no way in hell he would be able to just tell you straight up that he worked for the DSO. Let alone that he killed B.O.W's.

He pushed his thoughts aside realizing he hadn't even told you how much he would pay you for your time with him. Texting a quick message, he chewed on his bottom lip. The dull ache of it pumping, giving it a faux heartbeat. Pressing send, he groaned into his pillow. The scent of soft linen contrasted the smell of alcohol that loitered on his bedside table. His backup bottle of whiskey awaiting for him to gulp it down like usual.

Instead he resisted, not relying on the alcohol to knock him out. Leon didn't want to drink himself to sleep like usual, he wanted to chat to you a little longer.

It was hard for him to get used to the slang and language you used, back in the 90's the way of communication was way different. After a few key points of explaining he got the meaning of it all. Reminiscing on what you both were talking about moments before - he read back his last message.

Leon: So how much money do you want for your time?

A very simple question for a very simple answer. Wrong. Not in your eyes anyways. You felt bad if you requested too much, you didn't even know how much he made nor how much he had currently. This in itself was the riskiest part of the deal. Would he think you were just a gold digger? Genuine fear paced around you, he wasn't a man who you just wanted to fuck to get money from. Perhaps you were being delusional but you seriously wanted to get to know him. Even perhaps have a relationship blossom between the both of you. Or was that too much to ask for?

Being a sugar baby wasn't toilsome. Whilst you would make him happy, he would reward you with gifts, money.. deep down you even wanted some pleasure. Plausibly, you began to think that Leon would think you were some brat. Even to a point where he'd believe you were some dumb bimbo cock slut who needed cash.

Shit. You needed to reply quick.

Leon was wondering to himself if he did something wrong. Was his question too straight-forward? Too dry? He was always told he wasn't the best at texting. That his texting habits seemed as though he was uninterested at any topic he would text about. He blinked continuously at the screen, this was his first time even trying to get a sugar baby. Were you no longer interested?

He needed your attention, after getting to know you over text he longed to understand more of you. What was it you really wanted? Cash or love? Was it that you were corroded with lust and needed to get dicked down or did you want something romantic? In all honestly both options together sounded like the perfect relationship to Leon. A couple who would love each other both ways, sexually and romantically. That's how a relationship works right? In his eyes anyways.

Leon's mind was clouded with random scenarios of you and him both. He wanted to try all of them out, some less naughty than others but all of them were good in his eyes. Shopping dates getting what you wanted or his head between your thighs giving you what you needed. He felt his jeans tighten around his crotch area. Fuck. Was he really getting off to the idea of just making you happy? Leon's hand travelled down to his bulge. A light squeeze only makes it harden more - can you blame him? You were so beautiful and all he wanted was to treat you right.

A heavy groan elicited out of Leon's throat, waiting for you to respond as he tried to calm himself down. He yearned for your answer. The bouncing of the 3 dots encased around a text bubble enabled Leon to let out a sigh of relief. Taking a deep breath, he eagerly watched for the message he needed.

You: i really don't mind, i don't want to seem greedy or anything so you can choose how much to give me! :)

Shit. How sweet could a girl be? Not only did you agree to be his sugar baby but you didn't mind how much he would pay you for your time? Leon's throat was dry as he took in another breath, trying to calm the bundle of nerves rising inside of his body. His fingers lightly tapped the glass screen in front of him, juxtaposing his thudding heart.

Being a government agent, despite all the trauma from his missions and the devastating events such as in Spain or in China. It gives a hefty sum of money. With the title of 'Government Agent' hung over him, he could afford to spend thousands on you. And he would.

Leon: Don't worry love, how about $1000 for our first meet up? Plus I'll get you whatever you want after a nice lunch. How does that sound?

$1000?! That was basically your rent done minus some utility bills. For one day? Not even a day, a few hours! That was more than what any job paid you for 2 weeks. Shuffling to lay comfortable in your bed, your fingers uncontrollably type a message to Leon showing your thanks to his generosity.

You: $1000?? you really don't have to give me that much but if you do then i really appreciate it! when are you next free?

A small smile appeared on Leon's lips as he read your text back, his body slightly shook from excitement as his eyes traced over your message. He was free most of the time... Well, when he wasn't fighting for his life that is. Leon's missions were quite sporadic at times, not allowing him to have a proper work schedule. In this situation, it was an annoying thing to explain - nonetheless, he wouldn't be able to tell you about it just yet.

His job was risky. Risky business that he didn't want to get you involved in.

Something always hung above Leon's head. Never once in his life after 1998 did he get any peace of mind. It was pure torture to live sometimes. A straight bullet in the head would have ended everything for him. Within Leon, there was a feeling of perseverance. He wasn't allowed to die. Who else could kill the bioweapons and destructive beings that tormented the planet? If only he didn't sign up to go to Raccoon City. That fateful night changed his whole perspective on life. A renewed thought process that could kill the normal human. He himself didn't understand how he could cope. The only answer to him was alcohol, day and night. Bottles stashed in places to feed into his intoxicated addiction.

It saved him; it killed him.

You could perhaps cure the chaos and wreck that occurred in his mind. He was fixated on you. Purely you. He would guide you through the sugar baby life, hand you anything you wanted. Just for your love. Whether or not it was real love, Leon didn't seem to mind. Well - not on the surface at least.

Alone in his apartment, slowly becoming uncomfortable with the solitude that laid next to him. He typed out a message, hoping to see you tomorrow. Next week at the latest. Leon needed a change from his mundane life. Only you could expedite a change within his character.

You were the answer.

Leon: I'm free tomorrow, I can pick you up at noon.

Trailing over the message, you couldn't wait to see him. The whole purpose of tonight was to find a sugar daddy, you got one but he seemed different. Separate from the other lustful men you met on this site. In fact he was different from any man you have ever met. The long hours of the night that you usually had was replaced with a conversation that uplifted your mood and your bank.

Nimble fingers tapped on the keyboard, the phone screen lighting up your face - highlighting the little upturned expression you had plastered on. Impatient to see Leon, you send a fast response back. Demonstrating your need to meet him.

You: okay! i'll see you then, goodnight <3

Feeling happy in your heart, it seemed as though he filled a little hole in your heart. As well as the dissipating view of constant stress you had thinking about your rent due for the month. Things finally started lifting up for you. Maybe now you wouldn't think that you were going to develop wrinkles and grey hairs at such an early age. Being a sugar baby didn't seem all that bad. Flourishing at such a young age without the worry of lack of money seemed good in your books. Granted that others may think lowly of you, who were you to care about someone else's opinion when you prosper in the generosity that Leon was going to bring to you.

A impending thought built within you. This was morally right... right? Taking a lonely mans money didn't really feel like the best idea especially when reading back on the conversation you realized he wasn't some sex freak. He just craved to love and be loved. Were you able to bring him that satisfaction?

A soft smile appeared on Leon's face as he read your message, tomorrow he would be able to meet you. See that pretty face that he's been thirsting to look at for the past few hours of chatting. His fingers constantly tapping on the mini picture next to your chats to zoom into your face. He couldn't get enough of you. His mind purely fixated on you and only you. Was this a curse or a blessing?

Once switching off his phone, he again sat in isolation. Dejection spread all over him as a deep sigh scraped his throat. Why was he always so alone? Even laying in bed for an hour never made it warm, his side cold and the empty space next to him was practically frozen. Leon was going through a rough patch in his life - this patch being 20 years was excessive but he honestly couldn't get out of it. Chained down to his own solitude and remoteness of his home was too much.

Too much for a singular man who just wanted a family of his own one day.

Laying in his own self loathing, Leon breaths slowly mellowed. Keeping himself calm, taking his mind off you slightly - attempting to sleep. To no avail, he still couldn't tranquil his racing heart. A shaky breath soon followed as he crumbled into the soft sheets he bought for himself. Rich and silky cloth immersed his silhouette, his hand over his chest. Leon could feel his heart. Pumping and pumping, the skittish irregular heart embodied his attitude to the situation at hand. Fluttering his eyelids shut, the scenarios of you and him started all over again. Just this time, they felt more real. You were within his reach as his mind continue to run with excitement, love and pure unadulterated desire.

That night, he didn't have a nightmare. No horror; no fear. There wasn't a dream per se, it was just a night of sleep.

Leon's face wasn't twisted with a frown, his lips were slightly parted. Slowly drying as he huffed out a few breaths in his sleep. Dirty blonde locks covering his eyes as a peaceful expression smothered him. The recurring night terrors of Raccoon City didn't appear tonight. Nightmarish prospects didn't shine through his soundless mind to haunt him. The zombies? Gone. The blood? Gone. All remained was a man who just deserved tranquility.

Tonight, he got what he was entitled to.

The blinding sun peeked through Leon's blinds, his body thanked him for the rest. No aching muscles like usual, he leisurely pried his eyes open, a quiet yawn eliciting out of his mouth. God, how late was it? Leon stretched his body whilst he adjusted himself to the light shining through, practically blinding him at first. His fingers tapped against the smooth wood nightstand as he searched for his phone wearily. Clasping his hand around the device he held it to his chest, switching it on to check the time. The bold numbers spoke to him, highlighting 09:30 AM.

Groaning to himself, he got up rubbing his eyes tiredly. Leon got a full nights rest. Unusual but needed a small smile laced his face as he realized what he had to do today. He was going to see you for the first time.

Swinging his legs out of bed, cracking a few places in his bed. A sigh of relief left his lips. Getting up was always the hardest part of his day but today it was the easiest knowing he was looking forward to something which wasn't work related. This time, it was to seek your love, to treat you to whatever you wanted - he was happy to do that. Overjoyed even.

For you it was no different, well except your rapid heartbeat when you realized that this was real. That you were going to see your sugar daddy. Could you even call him that right now? You had to ensure that you looked your greatest for today, it was the least you could do as this man was literally paying you for being there.

Doing your casual routine was normal as usual, your fingers just a little bit shaky from the nerves that coursed through your veins. Hindering your movements slightly as you felt yourself get jumpier by the second. Going through your closet, you choose something you don't really seem to wear often. A dress. A flowy one, he'd like that right? Taking a wild guess and praying to whoever is above you threw it on and fixed up your hair. Midway through, the mobile device on the counter buzzed, catching your attention.

Rinsing and drying your hands, you snatched the phone up and inspected the notification that stood out to you. It was him. You felt your body heating up, your eyes tracing the message.

Leon: I'm outside sweetheart, hope you sent me the right address. :)

Fuck. Outside already? You retract that statement as you swiped down to check the time. Oh. It was already noon. Checking yourself in the mirror, your legs rush downstairs as you put on a pair of heels. You had psych yourself up to even see him. Looking through the little peephole, you saw him.

He was just as handsome as he was online. Even more so in real life. Your heart was pounding, he could probably hear it across the door. Tremulously, your fingers wrapped around your door handle, slightly pushing it down to open the door. Fuck, you got this. It was only a date, and all you had to do was act normal. Normal and sweet. Leon picked you for a reason!

The moment he saw you, his breath hitched. He nearly choked with the air that stood in his throat, his eyes travelling down your figure with the dress that hugged your curves but still flowed with the slight current hitting your body. Leon couldn't believe it, seeing you was heaven right in front of him. A sense of desire permeated his body, longing to touch you. To make you his - he had to stay put. For his own sake.

"Wow, uh hi." A mumble left Leon's throat soon after he cleared it. Nervous couldn't even elucidate his very being after being blessed to even look at you. It wasn't only him with a stomach full of knots wondering if this day was going to turn south.

"Hey, you look... good?" You chuckled out awkwardly. Great start. Embarrassed within yourself, you try and think of something else to say but Leon's words cut through your thoughts. His voice is smooth and rich, like honey, a slight rasp laced in the tone which allures you in.

"Thank you sweetheart, you look beautiful." Too beautiful. His hands slightly twitched, a hunger in Leon wanting to ravish you as his eyes inadvertently trailed down your figure again. Heat bloomed in both of you, eyes practically fucking each other but who was going to act first?

Taking you to his car, Leon's hand glided over the passenger door handle, opening it up for you. A small smile plastered on his lips as his gravelly voice welcomed you in. The leather feel of the car seat hugged your body, adjusting yourself to strap yourself in. Leon soon entered after as he pulled the seatbelt over himself - turning on the ignition at the same time. A comfortable silence hung in the air as the vehicle took you to where Leon wanted to treat you. One hand on the wheel and the other clasping the gearshift to make the ride as smooth as possible.

"Do you want lunch first or do you want to go shopping?" His voice sliced through the tranquility that once lay around you both. Oh wow, so he was serious on treating you? Fiddling with your thumbs you wondered to yourself how you should answer him. Your stomach answered for you very quietly as you looked out the window.

"Lunch, if that's okay?" Your response back made Leon smile as he took a swift turn left, rolling into a small family owned diner. The aesthetically pleasing restaurant enticed you as he guided you inside. Opening the door for you and making the cliché comment 'Ladies first.' The place itself was cozy and warm, a welcoming aura embedded within it as you sat down at one of the booths. Leon, sat across from you, couldn't help but flicker his gaze on you every once in a while as you looked on the menu.

"Found anything you like?" He asked as he flipped through the menu himself, eyeing on the steak pictured in the booklet. His blue eyes soon bored into yours when you met his gaze. A soft smile resting on your face.

"Yeah, I think I know what I want." The softness of your voice was a melody to Leon. A voice that could calm him down even when he felt so nervous just seeing you. A channel of peace that he needed, a tune that could calm him even through the horrors that he faced.

Lunch went smoothly, the chatter amongst you two eased out into a blossoming relationship. Far better than just texting over two measly devices. Leon's gaze wondered over you as you spoke, completely in awe as he thanked himself for going on the website yesterday night. Your beauty surpassed all beings, inside and out you were gorgeous in his eyes. The interests you both shared in music tastes, hobbies and whatnot brought you both together. As if there was chemistry between you two, that idea that you already knew each other so well. You didn't just seem like a sugar baby in his eyes - you were someone who he sought love in. A person who Leon wanted to cherish in every way. The same concept lingered within you too, his presence calmed you down but comforted you in ways you didn't know were possible. He was your sugar daddy, yours.

Still, you and Leon wanted something more with each other. Desires that needed to be satiated soon.

Leon's card pinged as he paid for the meal, the waiter giving his thanks for the generous tip he left. Seeing him waltz off with the tray in his hand. Love filled your body watching Leon treat others so nicely. Fuck. You were falling fast. Too fast that it was scarily fun. His dirty blonde hair covering his eyes ever so slightly, his clean hands slotting the card back into his wallet. The slight veins protruding out, allowing your eyes to travel up his exposed forearms. Moles littered all over them alongside some arm hair.

His watch gleamed from the LED lights above you both, your eyes trailed all over him. This didn't go unnoticed as a little smirk plastered Leon's face. He was about to speak until the waiter came back.

"Here, it's on the house. Candy bags for both of you." The waiter grinned, placing two bags of candy in front of you. Candy? I mean, free candy is always nice. Thank you's left your mouth and Leon inspected the candy inside. Lollipops, hard candy, chewy... Before he looked up, he heard a wrapper rustle.

Your fingers tugged on the wrapper of the lollipop, undressing it for the ball of sugar that stood on a stick. His eyes gazed as you popped it in your mouth. A soft hum of approval muffled between the lollipop and your lips. Those soft plump lips that Leon kept looking at. A pang of jealousy flowed in his veins as he saw the way your tongue swirled the lollipop.

This was going to be a long day.

The ride to the mall was short, the same lollipop in your mouth as your tongue slowly was painted it's colour. You knew the effect you had on him, your head went crazy seeing his eyes glance at you often. No longer to your body, but to those pretty lips you had wrapped around your lollipop. Teasing him a bit more, a quick kitten lick around it made Leon suppress back a groan. Biting his lip hard and snapping his head the other way - pleading to whoever was up there to help him breathe a little.

Delving back into the bag, you grabbed two more lollipops as the mall was close. A small smirk thinning out your lips. Putting them into your purse, the drive came to a close. Leon shifted slightly to ease the stress in his pants. A bit too tight for his liking. Clicking the button, the seatbelt unraveled itself as he got out of his car. Walking over to the passenger side, opening the door up for you.

Taking your hand into his, he guided you out the vehicle, his other arm wrapping around your waist - his hand lightly squeezing it. The large establishment shadowed over you both whilst you walked towards it. Your heart pacing quickening with each step, Leon's hold on you was comforting yet enchanting. An immeasurable thirst building within you.

Shop after shop, Leon's hands started to become full of strings that held up the bags of clothing, makeup and whatnot you decided to get. No objections left him as you picked up something. You want it? You get it. Being treated to that sweet smile you gave him when he said 'yes' was all he could ever want. False. He needed your lips around his cock as he saw you continuously licking and sucking on your second lollipop of the day. That sugary rush secreting in your body, making you a little more hyper than usual.

Leon found himself mentally shouting at his thoughts. The grip on the strings that held the pretty clothes you got for yourself became tight as he scrutinized you. Unable to control himself, a huff left his lips as he continued to see you sucking on the sugary ball.

Fantasizing about you for so long led him to forget what you both were actually doing. Snapping back into reality, he looked away from you and saw you walk into a lingerie shop. Hold on. Wait, what the fuck? Lingerie shop. Leon's breath hitched as he walked in, seeing all the different mannequins brandish the laced items of clothing. He could picture you in the multitude of lingerie pieces that surrounded him - he honestly believed he was going insane. Your arm interlaced with his as you escorted him to the mass amount of fabric beautifully designed for your body.

A smug smile sketched itself on your face as you saw a set of lingerie, grabbing your attention immediately. Taking the lollipop out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you both together - you turn your head to Leon.

"What about this set?" A faux innocence entangled in your tone as your eyelashes flutter at him, the lollipop glistening under the light. Leon forced down a groan as he looked at you - seems like this first meeting was going to turn south at this point. His dick was basically throbbing imagining you in it. How pretty your tits would be, the way he would worship every curve on you.

Damn it. He couldn't think straight.

"Get it." A demanding tone elicited out of his throat, an almost growl as he saw your fingers pick at what cup size you were. The tips of your fingers rubbing against the material, weaving your way through it all. Grabbing what you needed, you looked at him - hunger was apparent in his eyes. He feasted on you, his eyes fucking you once again. Leon couldn't wait anymore, he led you to the till point. His fingers taking out a wad of cash, passing the notes over to the cashier. Not bothering to get his change, he ushered you out.

You could feel yourself getting wet again. What was this spell he had on you? He could just magically cast on you a haze of desire strictly for him. The grip of his hand on yours was tight as he paved the way towards his car. One hand held yours as the other carried the bundle of bags you accumulated in a few hours. Reaching his destination, you stood beside him as he situated the bags in the back of the vehicle, Leon's face in immense concentration as he imagined you in the set. The bulge in his pants becoming heavier and more apparent whilst he led you into the passenger seat. Although he was tense with endless longing for you, his hands were gentle as his fingers lingered on your body for a little while longer than usual. With you in the car, he slammed the car door shut, hurrying over to his side - entering in swiftly.

"You're a damn tease." Leon's voice was hoarse as he started the ignition, his head turned side to side as he reversed. Looking at you from the corner of his eye, he concentrated on that little smile you had on for him. That fucking lollipop still in your mouth. You were a minx.

"I don't know what you're talking about." A teasing tone left your throat, finishing the lollipop and licking your lips to get that sugar coating off. He couldn't help but groan at the sight. His hand slowly wandered off the gearshift and onto your thigh. You could feel a gentle squeezing sensation travel up to your heat. Leon's palm gradually nearing closer and closer - reminding you who was in control.

The sounds of gravel mushing against the wheels of the vehicle alerted you of the end of the journey. However the house in front of you was not one you knew. Leon's house stood proud as the exterior design bestowed a sensation of luxury. Parking the car, he turned his attention to you - looking at you with the same message of need and lust.

"Do me a favour sweetheart," he spoke gravelly, turning to grab a bag from the backseat. "Put this on for me will you?" The tips of your fingers grazed his whilst he passed you the bag. The lingerie combination awaiting to be clung to your body. A nimble nod left you as your throat felt dry. Compressing your thighs together to relieve yourself of the ache for a few seconds, you view Leon as he gets out of the car - going to open your side for you. A slight shake in your legs was visible when you walked towards the front door. The sound of keys jangling looped your ears as your eyes laid upon the inside of the building.

It was beautiful.

The tidiness of the place was outstanding as you walked in. Looking at the place was short-lived as Leon took you into the master bathroom. Your fingers weaved between the strings of the bag gradually opening it up and taking out the prized object. He gave your waist a squeeze and left you inside to change out of your outfit into the revealing piece he bought you.

Leon's heart was racing, his steps to his bedroom was heavy. Opening the door he was welcomed into the familiar room, the scent of freshness coming from his humidifier. Straightening out the sheets, closing the blinds and dimming the lights he palmed his erection slightly. Light pants vacated him, trying to get his thoughts together. You were doing things to him that he hadn't felt in a long time. Looking around the room to make sure everything was perfect, his thoughts were cut short hearing the creaking sound next to him.

There you stood. Your curves accentuated by the set, your bare skin captivating Leon. You felt your breath hitch, awaiting for him to say something. But actions spoke louder than words, his hands slowly caressing your sides.

"Beautiful..." A soft mumble came from him, eying you down with passion. His calloused hands brushing over the smoothness of your skin. This sight only for him. A view that nobody else was lucky enough to see. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his fingers digging into you. Pulling you closer, his body pressed up against yours - you fit so snug against him. Leon bent down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck as he steered you both to the bed. The covers hugging your body as you plopped down, his knee propped in-between both of your legs.

The pressure of your clothed clit against his knee elicited a moan out of you. Dripping onto the fabric of his jeans, creating a darker colour on them. The smudge of your essence spread quickly as his knee continued to slightly rub up and down. Whimpers could be heard from you whilst your body pleaded for more. More of him.

"Please..." A choked whisper came from you, pleading with him to give you more. To reward you more of his touch. Leon looked at you, already so needy for him. Such a pretty sight glancing down at his knee, your panties clinging onto your puffy pussy. His hand stroked your side as he peppered kisses on your neck. Leon's teeth nipping at your delicate flesh - making a deep mark on you.

"Patience love, I want to take my time with you." He mumbled into your neck, his voice vibrating against your skin - tickling you ever so slightly. How could he call you a tease when he was prolonging this for so long?

Your hips stuttered, trying to push yourself over the edge as you rode out his knee impatiently. Your slick made it easier for you to get the sensation you longed for. His wet kisses travelled down from your neck to your collarbone - sucking and nibbling to mark you as his. Pornographic moans drew out of your throat, nearly bringing Leon over the edge already. He couldn't get enough of you. It was like you were some succubus drawing him in with every sound that became trapped in the four walls that confided you both. Addictive.

Lifting himself off you slightly, he removed the straps off your body, slipping the material down slightly. Your tits bouncing slightly from the action. A twinge of embarrassment loomed over your face - your hands shying him away as you covered yourself up.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" His eyes flickered up to meet yours - seeing your face he knew damn well what you were thinking. "Don't cover yourself up, you're gorgeous..." His thumbs caressed both of your hands. Avoiding his gaze, which Leon didn't like, you stutter out a response.

"M'just nervous." Feeling self conscious within yourself, you expected Leon to get frustrated. Contradicting your thought process, he placed a tender kiss on your soft lips.

"It's okay to be nervous, do you wanna stop?" His fingers held your chin, pulling you to look at him. A slight shake of your head signaled you didn't want him to stop. His kiss made you feel warm. Safe. Hesitating slightly, you pulled your hands away - allowing him to see your upper chest fully.

"Thank you love," He fondled with your breasts, his fingers leisurely rubbing the nubs on them. "All this f'me... So fucking pretty." Without warning, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples. Swirling around the hard bud clingily. He practically drooled over your tits as he looked up - seeing your scrunched up face in pure bliss. The sensitivity of your nipples caused you to shiver slightly. A small smirk grew on his face as he continued his ministrations on your boobs. Appreciating them, kissing them, sucking them. He couldn't have enough.

The cold air hit your skin as he unlatched his lips, kissing down your stomach. He could cum just from doing this. His fingers hooked under the fabric, prying it off you until he took the top half off. He pinched your nipple whilst littering your body with his soft kisses. A gasp leaving your lips, your nipples hardening from the coldness. Leon moaned as he felt his hips buck subconsciously into the bed, he was so needy for you. His body dependent on yours - the heat radiating from your frame made his cock throb with an ache that needed to be sated.

But no. He needed to make you cum on his tongue. God. Leon has to taste your essence. A craving that he could attain now that he shifted you further up the mattress. Propping himself to dive into your slick cunt. Manicured nails feathered through the locks of his hair, a shudder leaving him as he glanced up at you one last time. Telepathically asking for your consent when he removed your soaked panties.

"Mhm..." The mumble was quiet, but he heard nonetheless. You knew he did as he licked the slit of your pussy, a growl like groan leaving him whilst he sunk his head back down the apex of your thighs.

Skillful movements of his tongue became unmistakable, flicking it up and down on your clit. Mixing it along with a few kisses and sucking motions - it brought tears to your eyes.

Your heart and mind craving more, juxtaposing your movements as you were out of control.

Trying to push him away - feeling your orgasm slowly build up. To no avail, Leon pressed his hands down, suppressing you to the quilt and him. Sandwiched in what was going to give you an enchanting release, your fingers bunched up his hair to pull on it. Giving you some sort of control in the situation. This granted you a moan from Leon, still persevering to make you cum.

The bridge of his nose rocking into your clit, multiple wet sounds coming out of his mouth. Your pussy gushing at his experience, Leon needed you to cum. Hearing your gasping moans whilst his mouth transferred itself to your clit made him double take if he even needed to fuck you to cum. Just pleasuring you was getting him off to a point where he thought he would cum in his boxers if you carried on spoiling him with the gratification of giving you oral.

"Leon, m'so close!" The whine fleeing out of your mouth did it for him. He lifted his mouth off you; meanwhile your head shot up no longer feeling his tongue anymore. Before you could protest, Leon spat on his fingers, coating them well in order to put them inside of you. Your walls tightened whilst he would piston them deep - curling them so good at your g-spot. Alongside with his mouth returning back to your bundle of nerves.

An otherworldly feeling rose within you as you sputtered out filthy moans. Leon's lips curled into a smile, feeling that you were about to cum on his fingers. Muffled since he was sandwiched between both of your thighs he spoke out, a sultry tone laced with it.

"Cum f'me baby, come on." Those words sent you over the edge. The crispiness of his voice echoed in your ears as you felt that impending orgasm finally release. Screaming his name, embedding chants of thanks, he rubbed soft circles on your clit. Slowing his movements to grant you a moment's peace allowing you to come down from your high. With his chin soaked, his fingers coated, he licked them clean whilst looking at your erotic blissed out expression.

"Such a good girl, a pretty one at that." He kissed your thigh, getting up from in between your legs. A deep kiss shared amongst the two of you, you were tasting yourself on his tongue. Leon's hands no longer clung on your skin as he removed his shirt.

You saw the scars that littered his body, a dark mark highlighted on his left shoulder. Some sort of bullet wound. To pry in this situation would be bad, it would just kill the mood. However, you could feel yourself getting hot once again when your eyes trailed over him again. Prominent abs shining through with his biceps putting you in an non existent chokehold. The light veins protruding through, showcasing his whole body. All that came from you was a breathy pant, you couldn't speak. Not when he was this handsome.

"You're staring sweetheart." He kissed your forehead, allowing you to snap out of your trance.

"Sorry..." A sheepish murmur left you. Still, you couldn't turn away as your eyes zoomed around his body once again. Fuck.

A chuckle brought you to look at his hands as they capably undid his belt. The leather shining snapping your attention to very clear bulge in his pants. Feeling proud of yourself for making him hard, you meet his gaze on you. His expression was unreadable... besides the fact his stare on you was longing. That's all you could read off him. Who was he? What did he do for a living?

All of those thoughts were lost as he took off his pants, his precum already seeped through his boxers making a distinguished mark. Without thinking, your hands replaced his. Pulling the boxers off him in a flash to see the flushed red tip. Leon let out a choked gasp, unaware of your movements. Your stare didn't help him regain his composure at all, a roseate colour burning on his cheeks.

"Don't look at it like that..." He moaned softly. It was pretty. Minor veins travelling up to the tip, showcasing off the large one that curved slightly. The base of him neatly trimmed - he was clean. Thank fuck.

It wasn't long before Leon positioned himself to your cunt. Practically drooling for him. His touch gentle as he rubbed your sides - easing you to be less nervous.

"You okay? We can stop if you want." He mellowly asked whilst brushing away a few stray hairs from your face. His fingers lingering on your cheek as he caressed it softly. Seeing you shake your head back at him with a sweet smile reminding him of your consent in the situation gave him a sense of comfort. You saw him as a person. Not a tool, not a man who killed abhorrent things. But a guy who could make you feel good.

Pushing into you was with ease. Your sloppy pussy taking him in so well that his hips sputtered slightly feeling you tighten around him. Leon couldn't resist slowly rocking his hips, craving more of this sensation you happily gave him.

"You can go faster, m'okay..." Reassurance was all Leon needed in this. Hearing your words and consent to fuck you good snapped something within him. His thighs slapping against yours slightly, creating a soft 'plap plap plap' made the scene more erotic then it was. This was pure filth.

His thrusts becoming deeper he threw his head back. You felt so good wrapped around his dick. Leon felt your nails scratch his sides, you tried to cling onto something as he pumped himself again and again. Needing to feel your skin on his lips, he pressed himself closer to you - his kisses gently fluttering on your neck. The tighter you squeezed the closer he was. Smothering your skin with marks that shown you were his. He made you his by forming his cock shape inside of you.

The base of his cock had a ring of cum forming around it. Displaying your last orgasm whilst he was soon to bring you to your next. His hips didn't stop the everlasting assault against yours, bucking into you helplessly. Leon hadn't felt this alive in ages. This horny mess he was encapsulated in brought him to his memories of when he was young. A young adult pumping with energy once again but this time he was older, more mature. Much more experienced. You were the lucky one to feel his experience. To feel him let go of himself in you.

He propped himself back up, the sheer sheet of sweat highlighting his abs in the dim light alongside the beads of sweat that covered his forehead. "Good fucking girl... take it." Dirty words left his lips and flowed into your ears. Words that make you shiver, blush and shake slightly in his grasp.

A growl escaped Leon when he felt your legs wrap around his hips. Fuck, did you want him to cum inside? His mind went crazy at the thought. Calloused hands gripped you tightly whilst he looked at you. So beautiful. You were gorgeous. The mewls that scratched your throat as you shot your eyes open when you felt like you could see stars. Only to meet Leon's gaze once again - just this time, you both were so close to the brink of release.

The way the scene held such love. A sugar baby and sugar daddy wouldn't have this with each other. Maybe this was different. Both of your foreheads clung to each other. Gasps leaving your mouth, groans leaving his. Passionate kisses being traded between you two as his thick cock stuffed your sobbing pussy full.

"Love, fuck, you have to unwrap... your legs." He managed to gasp out. Leon's dick was throbbing, aching for the sweet release he craved for. You were in a state of bliss, your body nearly becoming limp as you obeyed with his instruction. The bundle of nerves tingled. You were so close. So close to cumming around him. Leon could feel it. He could see it. Shakily, his thumb reached that precious, sensitive clit that longed to be rubbed. His ministrations on it brought the loudest of screams from you.

"Leon! I-I can't..." Your wails only made him dizzier. Dizzy from how fucking pretty you were for him.

"You can sweetheart, come on... cum on my cock. Be a, shit so tight... Be a good girl and cum f'me baby." Leon moaned out, he was about to fill you up if you weren't quick. Lucky enough, a bit more pressure on your clit caused you to shake uncontrollably. The same feeling as before washing over you - just a lot stronger. His eyes watched everything. How your body shook in his arms, the way your eyes rolled back as his name slipped from your tongue. Looking down, he could see your tits bounce whilst he carried on fucking you. Marks strewn all over you.

Leon's hips stuttered, he swiftly pulled out of you - cumming instantly on your pussy. The white, glossy substance coating your slit. Some spurts shot up and landed on your tummy. His head thrown back as he came down from his high, his endorphins going mental.

"Fuck..." He held himself up slightly, trying not to crush you with his body weight. A deep chuckle abandoning his throat as he saw you pant. Your fingers clutching onto his bicep whilst you tried to steady yourself.

Cute.

"You okay?" A deep voice knocked you out of your trance, looking at him dizzily. "Mm..." Your nods spoke louder than your mumble as you held onto him. His fingers latched onto a few tissues from the box on his bedside table. Wiping gently the mess he created on you. Mellow kisses on your stomach, tickling you a little.

He wanted something more. A relationship even. But a long term relationship would mean you would see the nightmares that taunted him. The crying, the hurt, the horror. He didn't want you to see that just yet. So this 'agreement', was enough for now. But everyone would know he was yours and you were his. He would make sure of it. Even if it meant marking you up or perhaps putting a placement ring on your finger before the real deal. Anything to make you happy, you were his happiness.

He guided you into the master bathroom again. Just for a different reason. Running the bath, it filled up rather quickly. Leon's hands wondering over your skin whilst massaging any parts he may have clutched onto a bit too tightly. Soft kisses on your face, lips and neck carried on. Not out of lust - it was love. His love for you met no limits.

The smile that would creep up his face when he heard you giggle made his heart flutter. That hole that was punctured so deep from his job was filled by your presence.

"Thank you..." Your voice was melodic. Bringing Leon to look at you with heart shaped eyes. A deeper kiss shared amongst the both of you whilst he got you both in the bath. The warm water soaking into your muscles, easing them up from the pleasure you both faced.

"Of course, anything for you." His words held such comfort that it could make you cry. Who knew a sugar daddy could bring you happiness in the romance department? Or maybe he was just separate from the others. You didn't care. All you cared about was him, and you wanted to know more about him. Trailing your eyes up to him, you see him remember something.

"Hm? What's up?" The inquiry you had made him chuckle. Confused, you prod him to give you an answer. His lips pressed against your forehead before he spoke.

"Is $2000 enough for tonight?"

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innerempire · 5 months ago

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Peter starts calling Tony “daddy” as a goof. He means nothing by it (at first) because as Tony gets older, his concern towards the boy doubles (triples?). Checks in on Peter regularly during his first year in college and there’s this one time where Peter thinks he must have sounded so painfully homesick that Tony makes the trip down.

It’s sweet, even if Tony spends half the time bitching about the boy’s living conditions (really, it’s not that bad, Tony. You’re just bougie as hell). A week later, he comes back to his dorm to a couple of packages. There’s a bunch of fancy-sounding shit Peter can’t pronounce even if he wants to. Like, why the hell would he need a shaver that costs $500???? Or a complete set of toiletries that costs more than his Molecular Biophysics textbook? Or bedsheets that are so ridiculously soft and cool to the touch that it makes waking up for his 8am classes somewhat impossible?

There’s also a box that’s basically just snacks. Lots of it. Because Peter had complained about how the vending machine was always spoilt and the options meager.

So yeah, he thinks Tony’s got quite the soft spot for him even if he hides it behind his “yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Pete”.

He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the text: lol, a bit overboard, but thank you daddy 😉

Again, Peter had meant it as a goof because he knows Tony can get a little dramatic about his age.

Tony: What are they teaching you in college

Peter: What? I’m just expressing my thanks to an older man whom has posed to be quite the paternal figure in my life.

Peter: But yeah, seriously, thank you. The snacks are godsent. So is the new puffer jacket. But like, winter break isn’t for a couple of months yet?? And I don’t really need like, new pillows, but they’re really, really nice.

Tony: Daddy aims to please.

Peter laughs at the message, glad that the older male was playing along at least. He keeps it up for the next couple of months, Tony doesn’t tell him to stop.

Tony: What do you think about cornice ceiling designs?

Peter: what?? what’s a cornice

Tony: you know what, it’s probably a no for you.

Peter: okay. just googled it. why are you looking at ceiling designs?

Peter: are you renovating stark tower? again?

Peter: it’s rude not to reply because I can see that you’re online.

Tony: daddy’s in a meeting, baby. hush and I’ll text you later.

And Peter is…

floored.

Because baby? BABY? Was Tony confusing him for someone else? He rereads the message again, ignoring the tiny spark of heat at the endearment. He wonders if this is Tony’s way of fucking with him after all these months. He wouldn’t be surprised actually.

Peter: ok, no to the cornice btw.

He comes home for winter break and maybe he has missed Tony more than usual. It feels like they’re closer than usual, and if the rest of the Avengers notice that they’re chummier than usual, or how Tony is always in a visibly better mood whenever the boy’s around, no one’s saying anything (yet).

It’s chaotic when the team gets together and Peter’s trying to excitedly talk over Tony about something, cutting the older male off. Tony just clamps a hand over Peter’s mouth, and chides him playfully,

“Okay, baby, don’t interrupt when the adults are talking. Daddy taught you better than that.”

Peter’s words comes out muffled as he protests, not realizing that Steve and Scott are straight up gawking at them. Natasha doesn’t even seem fazed, holding her right palm up towards Clint and mouthing, “pay up, loser.”

Bucky basically goes, “Oh shit, so it’s like that, huh?”

“Well, considering the age gap and how they’ve always interacted, is it really that surprising?” Bruce muses out loud.

Peter peels Tony’s fingers away from his mouth, “Guys, what, no - we’re not-“ He glances at Tony for some help.

“Aw, cute. He’s looking at his daddy for help.” Natasha teases.

“So we’ve upgraded from “kid” to “baby”, huh?”

#starker #starker nff #this is self indulgent

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lovelybucky1 · 7 months ago

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Listen… need more of Logan, young or old, putting you over his knee for being a brat, making use of that heavy metal skeleton to make sure you feel his hand on your ass, maybe even get a couple licks in with his belt if you’ve really pissed him off, make you think twice before defying him so blatantly, I need this man to put me in my place SO BAD I’M LOSING IT

logan, growling, grabs you by the waist and pulls you over his lap. he places one hand on your ass and the other on the back of your neck, keeping you down. he is pissed, more pissed than you’ve ever seen him and worst of all, you’re the reason for his poor mood.

you decided to play a little have, have some innocent fun, and flirt with scott. you thought it could be fun to make logan a little jealous, but you pushed it too far.

it started with asking him to buy you a drink, but it ended with you perched on his lap and his hand roming over your thigh. when logan noticed, he grabbed you buy the wrist and yanked you off of scott. you were practically dragged down the hall back to his bedroom where you find yourself now.

“just what the fuck did you think you were doing?” logan asks gruffly.

“i-i wanted to make you jealous,” you say, face burning with shame.

“jealous, huh? for what? so i’d skin scott alive for touchin’ what’s mine?”

you shake your head as much as you’re able. “no, no, so you’d…” you trail off, realizing how ridiculous you’d sound.

“so i’d what?” his voice is low, gravely, threatening. you regret this stupid fucking plan, but you’re in the thick of it now.

“so you’d… be rough with me,” you squeak out.

a hum rumbles through logan’s chest. “am i not rough enough with you?” you try to deny it, but he continued. “you want me to hurt you so bad you’d flirt with another man for it?”

“please, logan-” he spanks you, his large, heavy hand coming down hard on your skin. “daddy! please, daddy, i’m sorry.”

“too late for sorry, dollface.” he spanks you again, this time on the other cheek. “you let scott put his hands all over you. he touched what’s mine.”

“w-why don’t you take that up with him?” it’s a bad idea to talk back, but you’re already in so much trouble that it’ll be hard to make your punishment any worse.

logan chuckles humorlessly. “i’ll deal with him later. teach him a lesson about keeping his hands off another man’s girl. but right now, you need to learn your lesson.”

he spanks you again, gives you multiple hits on alternating sides. it hurts; your whole ass stings and he doesn’t give you the mercy of a massage between blows. you’re whining, crying, sobbing out apologies and begging him to stop.

logan pauses. “you need your safe word?” he asks.

“no,” you whimper.

“then shut up and take it.”

you do take it, but you find it extremely difficult to shut up about it. you don’t have a high pain tolerance and logan knows that. he knows that just a few spanks have hot tears rolling down your cheeks, but he doesn’t care. you could flood the room with tears right now and he wouldn’t stop unless he heard your safeword or he felt you’ve learned your lesson.

the one thing logan can’t stand is someone touching his property without permission. maybe he would’ve shared you with scott if you had asked. he’s a pretty adventurous guy, but he’s also possessive. too possessed to sit back and let his girl let herself be felt up by scott fucking summers.

if you wanted rough, you’rs sure as shit going to get it. you won’t be able to sit tomorrow without wincing. you won’t be able to look scott in the eyes without feeling the sting of logan’s hand on your ass. scott won’t be able to look at you without feeling guilty for the punishment you got.

“you can take it, baby. you wanted rough, remember?”

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starboye · 7 months ago

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starring: gambit x male reader

request: could you write about how everyone (all the xmen) think that the reader is the dom/top in the relationship even though its actually gambit and gambit gets tired of it so he makes reader moan loudly to show who's actually the dom? Kinks honestly you can do what you want but just can you add dumbification (I really just wanna be shit talked to by gambit 😭) If you want to add anything else you can!!

warnings: smut, rough sex, dumbification, cursing, ass slapping, slight cum denial, possessive, daddy kink

it wasn't your fault that everyone thought you were the dom of the relationship i guess they just thought you had kind of energy in you but every time they brought it up as a joke to remys jaw and fist would clench tighter than ever and he could feel his blood boiling.

when logan would lose to him in a training fight he'd tease remy with a "yeah what ever how 'bout you go get fucked by your little boyfriend or whatever" and remy just wanted to grab you and fuck you in front of them all,showing them how his boy actually is behind closed doors taking his dick.

you now walked into the kitchen to find everyone talking and enjoying their meals as remy cooked for them "woop woop look who it is mr y/n the gambit fucker" nightcrawler taunted teleporting to you with a cloud of smoke, as soon as remy heard this you could feel his whole energy change from happy to annoyed, i mean there was nothing you could do to stop them from thinking you were the dom.

but remy knew just the way to fix it, he stomped over to you and roughly grab your arm before dragging you to your guys shared room, logan could smell the lustful pheromones on the man as he walked past "so everyone thinks you fuck me huh well i'll show them" remy says stripping naked and pulling you into a heated kiss as he stripped you clothes off.

"remy c'mon there'es no ne-" you tried to stop him knowing the ensuing outcome of this all would be you getting fucked senseless "shut up i just need to prove those little fuckers wrong" remy roughly says pushing you onto the bed and arching your back down so your ass sticks up to him as he slapped his dick on your hole "you want me to fuck you" remy smirks "yes daddy please" you whimper at the sight of it.

"ohhh fuck" remy groans with shudders as he slides in, his spit acting as lube "mm fuck you feel so good" you say laying your face into the bed to silence your moans as he begins thrusting into you, usually he'd start off pretty slow but the need to show everyone who the dominant one is has him going at an ungodly pace into you.

"nuh uh baby let them hear those pretty moans" remy says pulling your hair to lift your head from the pillows as you moan out loudly "yeah keep going just like that" remy coos kissing your cheek to apologize for the ensuing pain before he starts going faster and faster with your moans growing and growing with each plap.

at this point the whole mansion could hear your moans and it was becoming insufferable, some people covering there ears to try and stop hearing while others just left the place for some peace and quiet, you felt most ad for logan and professor x who could hear better than anyone and sadly they were trying there best to stop listening to the sex but they just couldn't get away from it.

your ass was sore and your hole was gushing with remys cum as he didn't want to stop fucking you "such a dumb fucking whore for letting them think you were fucking me" remy spits out gripping your face to turn and look at him "now look at you moaning out my name while i mold your little hole to the perfect shape of my cock" he chuckles seeing your sweaty and tear ridden face from the rough sex.

all you could do was babble and moan at his words, to far gone to even understand what he was saying you just knew he wasn't going to slow down till every one heard you moaning his name, if anything you blamed scott for starting the rumor that you fucked remy after he walked past your room and heard remy moaning your name and ran to tell everyone else.

really what happend was you were teasing remy that night, edging him to the point of cumming just to stop but that story is one for another day not now, you begged remy to stop "i think they got the point rem please i need a break" you said with a hiccup, it felt like your hole was gonna split in two from the amount of force he was using while he abused your spongy walls "mm i dont know should i, i mean for a slut like yourself id expect you to love every inch of this dick" remy laughs.

you whined at his words "how 'bout this say my name and ill cum and stop" he say with a sinister smile, you thought this was gonna be hella easy but the moment you said the first letter remy fucked you roughly making you moan out instead, this motherfucker was teasing you on "oh come on baby i know in that pretty little mind of your you know it" remy taunts tapping the side of your head with his fingers.

"i... i do" you pant "it's re- fuck" you say getting cut off by his cock gliding past your good spot to the point you saw stars floating in the room "mm mm wrong name darling" he whispers in your ear and you could hear the smirk on his face "fuck you" you roll your eyes "oh but you're the only one getting fucked here, pretty good might i add" he says pushing you back down into the bed, you rutted your hips against the fabric of the blanket.

"hey did i say you could do that" remy sternly says now pinning your arms behind your back and lifting your ass up to have your dick dangle in the air aching hard "say my name" he orders smacking your ass making more precum fall from your cock "da... daddy" you moan "louder" remy says now slamming into you "daddy" you yell out "one more time for me handsome" remy groans on the edge of his climax "DADDY" you moan loudly, remy now spilling his thick load into you as he still has a rough grip on you.

after a couple seconds he pulls his twitching cock out of you slowly, watching the cum drip out of you "now who's hole is this" he asks spanking your ass to jolt you up "yours remy" you weakly answer "that's right and never forget it" remy says crawling up to cuddle you.

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new-york-no-shoes · 11 months ago

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An extremely non comprehensive list of my favorite ways Taylor has referred to people in songs:

-Bold waitress down by the lakes (derogatory)

-Some guy (irrelevant)

-Your Roommate (poor)

-Creeps (swifties, derogatory)

-Vipers dressed in empaths clothing (swifties, extremely Derogatory)

-My daddy (Scott but with the implication that he could beat someone up)

-Pretty Baby (about someone who, respectfully, looks like he could perpetually use a shower)

-You Kids (tiktok swifties. She told me)

- Careless man’s careful daughter (a double drag)

-Jack (synth man. Bestie.)

-Something they can’t take away (swifties, positive)

-Your bros (gamers)

-Dickhead guy (frightful Adam)

-The girls back home (inferior losers)

-My cats (cockblockers)

-Owner of organic shoes, solely indie records, and a shrink who might just break HIPPA to confirm that he’ll always be miserable (pretentious douche)

#this was just off the top of my head but there are countless more #plz feel free to add to this in the tags #taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour #I’m giggling #and they say Taylor swift is not a comedian

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l1tw1ck · 1 year ago

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I wanna be Wallace’s sugar daddy 😋

bottom!ftm Wallace x top!amab reader

god me too

cw: sugar daddy/baby, daddy kink, creampie

After a year of dating, Wallace finally agreed to move in with you and he absolutely did not regret his decision. Aside from the fact that your house is both Huge and gorgeously decorated, he's been nothing short of pampered since moving in. It's a ginormous step up from the shitty apartment he shared with Scott. His closet is bigger than the living room and it's filled with designer clothing. He gets to live in luxury thanks to you and the only thing he has to do in return is have sex with you and that's not a difficult task at all for Wallace.

You gently drop all the shopping bags to the ground and turn to Wallace. He already knows what you're looking for and hurries over to you. He kneels down in front of you and quickly frees your length from your pants. "Thanks, Daddy." He kisses your tip before dragging his tongue seductively along your shaft, smiling as he does so. He likes teasing you and seeing your reactions.

"Don't tease me, not today, baby." You grip his hair. "I don't have the patience." Wallace looked too sexy today, his tight jeans were driving you crazy. You can't wait to take them off.

He licks his lips. "Then why don't we skip to the good part."

Wallace loses all his confidence and focuses entirely on his pleasure as you ram into him from behind, groping and slapping his ass. He knew he did the right thing by wearing those jeans. His pussy's just as tight. It's hard to fuck him with the way he keeps trying to suck you in. You reach over to his t-dick and he almost collapses from the pleasure. All he can do is moan and drool. "fu- fuck- fuckfuck-" He rolls his eyes back as he squirts on the bed, adding to the copious amounts of slick. You know he doesn't want you to stop so you don't, you fuck him even harder instead. He likes to be fucked until he passes out and you're always happy to oblige.

He always looks so pretty when he's sound asleep with cum dripping out of his cunt.

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erosmutt · 13 days ago

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/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒baby daddy scott! (part two to this)﹒⌅

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.03.28

The day you gave birth was simultaneously the most eventful and non-eventful day of your life ─ hours of labor, some pushing, and the most excruciating pain you'll probably ever feel in your life, all culminating into the reality of your situation.

Scott arrived just after you delivered the baby, so the adrenaline had already died down and you didn't have the energy to curse him out. He had been ghosting you for days, knowing your due date was soon. Text after text, call after call ─ and the only text that got him to respond was 'Scott, I really need you.'

Now, he's standing over you and the tiny little newborn girl in your arms.

Your mother, his stepmother, and his father are all chatting out in the hall, letting the two of you have your own time together with the baby, whom you've decided to name Lily, after your favorite flower.

Sitting there, eyes fixed on the swaddled baby laying on your chest, her tiny cheek squished against you, Scott gets a sudden realization. He has a child, now. He's helped bring another human into this world, and he's going to have to help take care of it. He's a father.

"Lily," he murmurs, making you turn and look at him. "Yeah, Lily," you respond in the same hushed tone. He shifts his chair as close to the bed it'll go. The distant sound of medical personnel outside the room, the little coos of the baby, and the beeping from the heart monitor beside the bed all add to the oddly serene atmosphere.

You look from your daughter to your boyfriend ─ if he can be called that ─ giving him a tired smile. "How are you feeling? About being a dad, I mean?" He leans back in his chair and rubs his eyes, looking at his sneakers. "Nothing, I don't know," he murmurs into his palms, hands now fully covering his face. "I don't know how I feel." He stands up, hands grabbing onto the dark green sweater hanging off his skinny frame. "I hate this, I hate you,"

Watching him walk off into the hall, all you can do is just that ─ watch. Watch as he walks out, just like he did when he first found out that he got you pregnant, like he did when you first asked him to go shopping with you . . . Scott has never been good with firsts, and he's once again solidifying the pattern.

Maybe he'll come back in, maybe he left with his parents, who knows. With or without him, you're going to raise your baby to be better ─ better than her father.

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ysrjune · 22 days ago

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hey there !! I was wondering if i could request a teen!dad scott barringer x teen!mom, like when they find out and probably comfort eachother cuz SCARY and then just the pregnancy overall like them cuddling and being cute, finding out the baby’s gender, shopping for baby, just overall the fluff and then picking names bc i feel like that could be such a funny conversation please no pressure i just think your scott barringer stuff is already good and so cute i love your fluff

[ I love this request. it's soo cute ☺️ ALSO TY FOR THE COMPLIMENTS BB I APPRECIATE IT SM 🩵🩵 I love writing for scott!! hes a bit of a bitch about it in the beginning cause I think thats how he would react to it at first #eventhoughitwashisfault #dumbbitch😣 ]

ENJOY ! ♡

"You're joking with me, right? Like, you're not really having.." he pauses, really taking it in. "A baby." Scott stares down at the cheap test and back to you. "This isn't funny. Don't mess around with me," He says your name with rising anger.

"No. I'm not lying. Why would I lie about something like this?" You cross your arms, starting to become annoyed. "Because you like to pull pranks on me, that's why." Scott responds fast. His eyebrows raise in annoyance as he begins to speak again. "This isn't funny, but it better be a damn joke." He sets the test to the side. "This isn't real. I know it's not."

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "It's real, Scott! It's real. I don't know what else to tell you!" His heart drops to the pit of his stomach. No way. This is just a nightmare that he'll wake up from soon. He stares you deep in the eyes and then stands up from the bed and paces around. "Oh my fucking God." His voice cracks. "Why?! Why me?! I mean.. are you even sure it's mine?!" He points to himself with his hands. Is he joking? seriously? IS IT EVEN HIS??

"Of course it yours. Why would you say that?!" You yell. "Are you trying to call me a whore or something?!" Tears finally spilled on your hot cheeks. "And why you? Why you?! YOU because you can't fucking use a condom and your pull out game is weak!"

Scott side eyed you. He was embarrassed. It IS his fault, but he wasn't going to admit it. What he would do is shut up. A few moments of silence pass, and he hugs you. "Are you gonna have an abortion.." He asks softly. You look up at him and shake your head. "No," you sniffle. "I've thought long and hard about it. I wanna keep it." You say. Scott sighs. "Alright. How long have you known about this?" His arms tightened around you. "Two days."

His hand goes to your back and starts rubbing it. "Do your parents know?"

"No. They can never know."

"Dont be stupid. They have to know. I don't think they'll believe you're just getting fat." He says, relieved that you couldn't see how hard he was trying not to crack a smile and hold in his laugh. You roll your eyes. "I guess." You sigh. "I'll tell them when they get home. You shouldn't be there, though.. my dad has a gun under his bed." You allow yourself to let out a giggle.

Scott smirks and looks down at you. "I can run out-run your old man." He wipes your tears with his thumb. "Stop crying, okay? Im sorry I was being.." He tries to find a word, but you beat him to it. "Mean?"

"Sure, if that's what you wanna say. But you gotta understand why I was.. am.. freaked out. Babe, we're 16. I turn 17 in like a month, but still." He rubs your shoulders. "Teen dad.." he bites his lip. "What's everyone gonna think of me? Think of you? There's like one other girl thats pregnant and she's a druggie."

"They wont know. I'll just wear hoodies all the time." You sniffle. "I've only told Jasmin and Nelly." You didn't have many friends. People you talked to in class? Yes, but not many friends. "I'm not gonna tell the guys. They're all nosy and'll tell everyone." Scott says.

That night at dinner, you brought it up to your parents and Oh they were pissed. Your fathers face went pale and he just stared at you. It was so spooking. He says your full name and then bangs his fist on the table. "DANG NABBIT GIRL, YOU JUST TURNED SIXTEEN AND YOU THINK YOU CAN GO AND HAVE A BABY WITH THAT DUMBASS?! WHYYYY III OUGHTAAA!!" He said a lot of other stuff but you tuned him out, trying not to laugh and cry at the same time.

Your mom calms him down and takes him to the room. After, she came back and sat next to you. "Sweetheart, In no way am I happy about this.. but im glad you said something instead of trying to keep it a secret." She holds your hand. "We'll support you through this, baby girl." She kisses it. "Just let your daddy calm down, okay? He won't let you go through this alone." She says.

4 months, and your belly was already showing a little bit. Scott always loved to kiss it, rub it with his palm, and gently lay his cheek or the side of his face against it. He liked how warm it was all the time.

Scott lays the side of his face on your belly as you two are laid on the couch. He was on top of your legs, a blanket pulled over you as your fingers were running through his hair. The TV was on, playing your favorite show that you've watched so many times already. Scott was watching it with you, but he had fallen asleep. When you notice, you smile and quickly snap a photo and then set it as your lockscreen. How cute!

"you look really good for being pregnant." He says hours later when he's awake and back in your room. "So, other pregnant women dont look good?" you questioned. "Uh, I didn't exactly say that, but.. yeah." He huffs and kisses your belly. "I dunno why, but I like you pregnant." He had a weird thing for the line on your abdomen. He was always staring at it and tracing it with his thumb. #Weirdo

How Scott would react to having a boy:

He would be so thrilled. Happy out of his mind. He could teach his little man how to play sports just like him. He would dress him up in jerseys and beanies. His son would have the nicest shoes even as a toddler. Cool jewlery, nice haircuts, good hygiene—he'd be the best boy dad. Well, let's be honest. Scott wouldn't be an out of this world dad, but he would be a good one. Never missing his sons practices, not yelling at him 24/7.

When his son is old enough, he'd tell him how to catch a ladys eyes. He wouldn't go too far since his son would be 13. But he'd at least say the obvious: Always smell nice, act nice, never pressure a girl into anything, and NEVER get one pregnant. He told his son how exhausting, expensive, and hard it is to be a teen parent.

Teen years are the worst but also the best. Your son has his attention, and that is just so damn annoying. He's also stubborn. You're always fighting with your son, and Scotts is always fighting with him, too. The boys fight more, though. About dishes, laundry, respect for you and him, curfew, grades—the whole shebang. He doesn't abuse his son. He would never. But if your son were to EVER disrespect you (like trying to hit you or call you something like 'bitch' or 'stupid') He'd smack the shit out of the boy. Sometimes, when he's being a smart-ass, he'll backhand him on the back of the neck.

Scott and 16 year old Junior were playing basketball at the park on a Friday afternoon. Junior was doing really well until a few cute girls from his school were passing by. Junior, being a perv just like his dad used to be, was staring at their asses. He was guarding really bad and hardly made any baskets. Scott looked over to what was distracting his son so much, and he literally rolled his eyes and sighed. He understood what it was like to be a teenager with hormones, but really? When they're playing basketball? "Hey," Scott nudges Junior. "Focus here, boy." He hands the ball to him. "You can look at them when you start playing like you actually know how."

How Scott would react to having a girl:

He wouldn't be as excited as he'd be if you were having a boy. Would he be happy?... um. Next question. But either way, he still loves your little girl. Dressing her in cute outfits, letting you teach him how to do her hair, playing dress up and with dolls (in secret), tea parties, and watching princess movies. He loves spoiling his baby girl.

When your girl was 13, Scott didn't give her the privilege to date boys. "Not until you're older than.." he looks over to you. "Her!" Scott cracks a smile but is still serious. You raise an eyebrow at Scott, but let him finish his whole: you're too young to be thinking of boys, you just finished using training bras. Making your daughter cringe.

Scott wouldn't really mind having a tom-boy, but he would prefer his baby to stay girly. He doesn't care about her wearing makeup. She just can't do too much, or else she'll "look like a skank." Crop tops? Whatever, to be honest. He would rather his girl actually dress like one instead of wanting to wear pjs all the time. Here and there, it's fine, but all the damn time? Ew.

He's always buying her things and taking her out for daddy-daughter dates. He holds her hand no matter how old she is. That's still his little girl! And no one could say otherwise.

"Stay still, im almost done." He's trying to do her hair. "Can mommy do it instead!! You're hurting me, Daddy!" The little girl whines, trying to soothe her scalp with her finger. "Fine.." He gives up and sighs, picking her up and taking her to the room where you were doing your makeup. Todays plans were to go watch a movie, shop, and then eat. "Babe, can you do it? I keep hurting her. I feel bad." Scott says and puts her down. "Please, momma! Daddy doesn't know how." She pouts her lips at you. You add lip gloss and then look at your daughter and then Scott. "Of course I can, cutie." You smile.

Scott was offended by how easy you did the girls hair. "Are you kidding me? That took you like 10 seconds!" He complains. "Scott.. it was just a ponytail."

He stands there until your daughter runs back to him and tugs on his pants to pick her up. "Well exCUSE me." He rolls his eyes and picks the toddler off of the ground and returns to the living room.

Shopping for baby clothes gives him a rush, making him nervous. He's really taking in whats happening.

"These are so cute!" You squeal at the small mittens on display. "Gloves? Why do babies need gloves?" He raises his eyebrow. "So that they dont scratch themselves and stuff. It helps them stay warm, too." You smile at him. "Atleast make sure we dont buy any ugly ones, then. Hot pink is a no." He hugs you from behind, caressing your belly.

"Oh my God. I remember watching this." He takes a winnie the pooh onesie in his hand. "We're taking it. Its cute." He adds it to the cart.

This guys likes spending his money on you and baby. He feels responsible and like a good dad already. Speaking of good dad.. hes afraid he'll be a bad one. But hes not. Thats #cool

Hes so embarrassed when he sees people from his school in the stores you're at. Some people just sode eye him cause they dont really know who you are. You didn't go to the same school as him. So of course they're gonna stare when they see a guy from school with some random ass pregnant girl.

Not many knew he even had a girlfriend, but thanks to the group of girls that saw you that day at the store, everyones knows your business. Or they assumed, actually. Scott kept to himself anyway, so its not like he was talking to everyone about his and your situation. When people stare at him in school, he ignores it. And by the time your belly was starting to really show, you switched to online classes.

Almost a year after your kid was born, he switched to a school that offered an early graduation if you have enough credits.

"How about Priscilla?" He suggests a girl name. Priscilla was cute, but it wasnt the one. "No, something else." "Gina." "No." "Rolanda?" "What the hell? No!" "Sherley." "No, Scott." "Wait, I got it.. Everly spelled as E-V-E-R-L-E-I-G-H." "This conversation is over, Scott."

"SCOTT!" he blurts out, trying to figure out a name for your son. "No." "Henry." "Ew." "Spencer." "Like the store?" "Michael." "Eh." "Nathaniel? Vern? Van? Patrick? Arthur? William? Spongebob?! I cant think!" He complains. "I think you should just leave the names to me, sweetie.." you stared at him awkwardly.

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you ended up with Priscilla

it's Benny.

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anakinstwinklebunny · 3 months ago

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I love the Vinnie series but could you ever do teen dad Sam with a girl or even Scott with a girl?

DADDY'S GIRL..

SAM MONROE’s face scrunched in concentration as he wiped the remains smudged baby food off his daughter’s chubby cheek. “You’re such a little messy girl, y’know that?” he muttered, though the soft grin tugged at his lips betraying any kind of frustration. She babbled at him, smacking her tiny hand against the highchair tray.

“Don’t give me that attitude, Nirvi,” he teased, leaning back in his seat. The baby girl giggled, big eyes shining up at him, completely unaware of the ridiculous nickname her dad had given her.

“Sam,” his mom’s voice loud from the doorway, disapproving yet not exactly surprised, after all, it was her own son she talked to “Her name is Rose. A beautiful name you and Y/N picked together. Stop calling her after a rock band.”

Sam shrugged like it was nothing serious “She looks like a Nirvana to me. Don’t you, little weirdo?” he cooed, gently tapping her button nose. She squealed in delight, making Sam smirk.

“She’s going to grow up thinking her name is Nirvana,” his mom argued

After his mom left the kitchen area, Sam immediately lifted his little girl and cradled her against his chest, her soft breaths tickling his neck before he whispered, “You’re gonna grow up cool as hell, Nirvana. Roses you're gonna get from me”

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sarah-cam · 1 year ago

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"he ruined my life" and all he did was put on glasses

#scott forrester #fbi international #fbi lb #text #SCOTT FORRESTER BE MY BABY DADDY CHALLENGE #and y'know what?#i'd let him ruin me any time any day any where

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glossykissies · 4 months ago

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the readers and… who?

— the series ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

episode one: bunny reader pt.1

introducing… my newest moodboard series! i will be creating moodboards based on my different readers with some of the characters i think they pair best with! along with the moodboard will be a brief description of their dynamic. i will mostly featuring characters that i write the most on this blog, but who knows, maybe i’ll throw in someone niche! enjoy scrolling through ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

queen maeve (the boys) ♡

maeve just adores her little supe!bunny, also known as her alias ‘baby doll’ — as does the rest of the world. she’s the corporations cash cow, always flouncing around in the sparkliest, glitziest outfits made specially for her, which is why when she first joins the tower… maeve can’t stand her. she thinks the whole thing is silly and makes a mockery of her, but once she notices the creeps at the tower taking advantage of her, she decides to take her under her wing and protect her. soon, her protectiveness turns to lust and then to love, and well — you know the rest.

nate archibald (gossip girl) ♡

the only time nate and sweet bunny!reader are under fire on the gossip girl blogs, is when she slips up and calls him daddy in public or the two of them get escorted out of a fancy restaurant for getting frisky in the bathroom. having nate as her boyfriend is basically like having a lover and a full time sugar daddy in one. any bag she wants is hers, the shoes have already been ordered — and at the drop of the hat if she’s feeling the slightest bit of stress he whisks her off to the hamptons for the weekend. his calm demeanour and gentle dominance keep the sweet, needy, fashionista it girl in check (most of the time!)

ellie williams (tlou2) ♡

bunny!reader is well loved around the camp, but no one loves her more than her girlfriend ellie. they’re complete opposites, bunny being mega girly despite the odds, ellie being — well, not. bunny is super sociable, always planning ways to make jackson more fun, whilst ellie is fairly quiet, sticking mostly to herself and her small group of friends. bun is sensitive, ellie always having to comfort her anytime someone gets in danger, or god forbid — an animal dies (yet ellie will explain every time that the animal had to die so they could eat dinner) bunny is ellie’s soft spot, and she doesn’t have many of those left… which is why upon request els will always find bunny a cute little trinket on her supply runs, even if it’s just a bunch of old ribbon.

scott miller (twisters) ♡

the MIT nerd and the fashion student combination, scott and bun. he’s a little older, and in his opinion it shows most of the time when the two of them are together. bunny is hyper everything — hyper-energetic, hyper-feminine, hyper-sexual, it’s nothing like anything scott has ever dealt with before, but of course he loves her… even if he has a funny (grumpy) way of showing it sometimes.

clark kent (smallville) ♡

just a farm boy and his spoiled, cheerleader girlfriend. clark gives bunny anything she wants — if she wants to get food, clark’s already starting up the truck. if she wants to go shopping, bless his heart— he’s gathering any money he’s got so he can be a gentleman and pay. if she needs to get her pussy blown out — clark’s pressing her lower back down and pressing a kiss to her shoulder telling her to relax so he can fit it all inside. he’s the full package, and has no idea how he ended up with someone as perfect as bunny (he clearly doesn’t own a mirror.)

part 2

#the readers and…who? ♡#q.m ♡#n.a ♡#e.w ♡#s.m ♡#c.k ♡

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georgiapeach30513 · 16 days ago

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Two Good Reasons, Part 14

Summary: Life with Rosie. The Barber twins are...

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: mentions of Scott, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, dirty talk, mentions of praise kink, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.8K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

She is happy. It’s more than you could have hoped for considering everything that has happened in a short amount of time. She is happy, and both her and Suede love having Rosie. Your eyes start to water up as you watch all three of them running around in the front yard. Joyful screams and giggles light up your front yard. This is the dream, and Andy will be home soon.

Andy.

Your Andy.

The man that made you believe that there are so many beautiful moments within the dysfunction. Yours and Andy’s life is far from perfect. But perfect moments like this make it worth it. The only thing that would have made this better would be Andy sitting behind you on the steps.

Watching Suede run around, yelling, and letting Rosie chase after him makes your heart swell. To watching Audrey with the biggest grin on her face, and you are so proud of her for being able to find her comfort, happiness, and peace. Rosie has been the perfect addition to the family.

Yeah, she made her messes, just like everybody did. But her heart is so tender. She is such a smart dog that loves to crawl in the bed with Audrey every night. She has become a part of the family in such a short time, and she made your babies so happy. She’s attentive to Audrey and Suede’s emotions. Audrey stubbed her toe, and Rosie was right by her side offering herself for a hug.

You check the time on your watch, sighing as you stand up. The twins are starting to take up so much room. You didn’t know how you were going to make it the entire pregnancy. You’ll just do what you have to.

“Audrey, Suede, Rosie girl!” All three stop, panting and giggling. “It’s time to get washed up before daddy gets home, so let's get ready for dinner,” you know that your children have their moments of being stubborn, or just having a bad day, but today is a reminder of just how amazing they are.

“Osie! C’mon, geryl.”

“Yeah, come on, girl. Let’s get cleaned up, and I can give you your dinner, okay?” The three of them toddle up the front steps, and you make it a point to ruffle each of their hairs before they make their way into the half bathroom downstairs.

“You guys can play on your iPad minis for a little bit or get out your markers and crayons. I’m going to make the gravy in the kitchen,” each child answers with a cute okay. “I’ll put Rosie some food in her bowl. Audi, just make sure you give her fresh water after dinner.”

“Yes, mommy!” She smiles, walking out of the bathroom with the dog. “I used the wipes on her paws, too.”

“Good girl, Auds. Suedey, do not walk out of that bathroom without washing your hands.”

“Me poop!”

“Ugh! Gross!” “All the more reason for you to wash.”

“Fine!” He growls.

You walk into the kitchen. Wanting to get things finished as quickly as possible, just so you can spend some more time with your babies. They’re not just an accessory, they’re these tiny humans that you can’t get enough of. You just want to watch them grow, and play with them, make every memory with them. And Andy wants to do that by your side.

Scott hadn’t called. Hadn’t text. Hadn’t sent a message through anyone. Word on the street is that Taylor couldn’t handle him anymore, and is now with a more age appropriate man. Good riddance. There’s no part of you that cares anymore. Scott’s feelings stopped mattering that day you saw them together.

Even though there’s a part of you that wonders how you could have been so blind. You weren’t madly in love with Scott, but he seemed a decent fit. A decent enough father when Audrey was little. But now you think it has more to do with you being present, and nothing to do with him parenting. She was always your responsibly.

Puffing out an aggravated bit of air, you press your hand against your stomach, smiling. Your little angels. Everything is going perfectly smoothly. Minus the amount of space that they required. But they’re here. A miracle that you didn’t think you would ever get to experience again. And you wanted to experience it with Andy more than anything.

“You’re getting in your head again, honey,” Andy whispers. He lays his jacket from the day over the back of a dining room chair, and walks behind you. Cupping the twins, and resting his chin on your shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

“How I chose a shitty father for Audrey and Suede.”

“Hmm,” he says as his body starts to sway. Bringing you right along with him with his movements. “Alexa, play ‘I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You’.”

The tune starts to play, and he removes the pan from the burner before turning you around with him. Holding your hand, while his left hand rests on your hip. “I don’t want you to think about that anymore, because it’s not important, and I just don’t care.”

“But I did.”

“But had it been any other man, it wouldn’t have been Audrey and Suede. Had it been any other man, you wouldn’t have been here, and found me. Had it been any other man, you wouldn’t know just how amazing I am,” he’s right. “I’m right, you know? I know that everything that happened last weekend has made you go into your head, but I wish you would stop. Don’t worry about then, worry about right now. And right now, you know what I want?”

“What’s that?” You whisper as his hand shimmies down your arm. You place your other hand on his shoulder, stepping even closer to him. His hand roams down your body until he settles on your stomach, and rubs over the bump. “What do you want?”

“To feel these babies,” you giggle, pulling his mouth to yours, and kiss him so gently. There’s nothing vulgar or desperate about the kiss. It’s sweet and almost innocent. You pepper chaste kisses over his mouth, while he searches for a way to feel them. He swears, but only to you, that he already has felt them.

Audrey peeks into the kitchen, and stands there. Observing and watching the two of you. She might be young, but she’s never seen you smile like that with her father. She’s never seen her father come home, and make sure you’ve had a good day. Her dad never got on the floor with her and played with real toys, or danced like this with you. Her dad didn’t ever look at you like her daddy does.

Scott didn’t do a silly dance after dinner, or go on long walks as a family. He didn’t touch you like that. Audrey may be a young child, but her maturity is far beyond her age, and she knows there’s something entirely special about the love between you and her daddy. There’s something different about the way that Andy can make everyone’s day better by just being around. Because he wants to.

Andy gasps, and leans away from you. His eyes light up with the most beaming smile, “Doe!” You nod your head, and use your fingers to brush back his hair. “Really?” You respond by nodding again, but he drops to his knees.

There are so many moments that make you believe in true love, and make you fall even more in love with Andy. This is one of those moments. He lifts up your shirt, and starts kissing over the swell of your belly. Feeling the tiny little kicks with his lips for the first time. “I think that’s baby A. Remember, that one is a bit bigger.”

“I don’t even care. That’s our baby,” Audrey steps back into the hallway, but continues to listen. “We did this, Doe. We made us a baby. We thought it was never going to happen, but here they are.”

Andy lays his head on your stomach, and wraps both his arms around you. “I love them both so much. But,” he tilts back, and gazes up at you. Petting around his beard, you tilt your head to the side in question, “Don’t tell Audi I felt them first.”

“Why?” Audrey smiles, looking down at her dress, and she smooths it down. Even in this special moment, he is thinking about her.

“Because I want my princess to be the first to feel them. Even though she’s not, I don’t want to take that joy away from her.”

“You jerk,” you start crying. Andy stands up, and pulls you into his body. “You wanted me to cry, didn’t you?”

“No, but it is really sweet how I can make you cry happy tears while you're pregnant so easily.”

“You know what my favorite thing is about you, Andy?” He hums, starting to sway the two of you around. “You love Audrey and Suede like they’re your kids.”

“They are. Their mom is perfect, and she’s raising these perfect kids. I’m honestly just glad I get to be part of that life with them, and you every day,” you take a deep breath in. You didn’t choose a good first husband. You rushed, you forced, you settled, but you got the most beautiful prefect children. This time you’re marrying the perfect one for you, but also them.

“Why don’t you blow your nose, and we’ll eat supper.”

“I don’t need to blow my nose!”

“Pretty sure you got your snot on my shirt,” with a quick little nudge on his body, you push him away from you, laughing. There’s a reason he likes to say things like that. It’s all about making you laugh again. “I think our princess and monster are hungry.”

“Rawr!!” Suede runs in from behind you. Colliding right into your legs. “Rawr! Daddy, me run fast with Osie!”

“Did you? Did she make any messes today?”

“Not one!” Audrey skips into the kitchen with Rosie walking right beside her. “She’s a good girl that uses the pee pee pads, huh?” The sweet lab just wags her tail in response. Tapping her nose against Andy’s pant leg before he finally pulls apart from you.

“I know, she’s a sweet girl, too. Let mommy get plates started, and I’m going to get my Rosie Osie girl some food. Audrey, will you grab the silverware, and Suede get the napkins, and do your best at putting them by our chairs pretty, okay?”

“Chess! Me good. Me pwetty!”

“Alright, everyone’s got their assignment, let's meet at the table,” before he gets too far away, you give his little tush a pinch, and he returns with a devilish smirk. “You’ll pay for that later.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, Mr. Barber.”

“You better watch yourself, Mrs. Barber.”

“Guys, no more kissing until after our silly dance. Alexa, play daddy’s dinner music,” you don’t know what passes between Andy and Audrey, but there’s a little twinkle in both their eyes. “There, that’s better.”

“Yes, princess. You always know how to make things better.”

Tonight is Andy’s night to read to Audrey, while you put your sleepy boy to bed. You give him the sweetest little kisses, petting around his face, and you thank whatever higher entity exists, if there is one, that you get to be his and Audrey’s mom. The sleep is so heavy in Suede’s eyes, even if he tries to fight it.

“What do tomowwow?” You’re so proud of the progress he has made with his speech. Patience, calmness, and consistency has made the world of a difference. Having a dad that wants to talk to him also does. He just wants to mimic Andy constantly.

“Tomorrow, you and I are going to pick Audrey up early.”

“Uh huh.”

“But first we have to pack a picnic,” Suede nods his head in agreement. His eyes stay closed just a few seconds longer. “And you, sissy, and I are having a picnic in the park in front of daddy’s office. And before we go home, we’re going to see if he’s busy, and drop him off a snack.”

“Chess. Me yike dat,” his eyes completely close, but he’s not relaxed enough to be actually asleep. “Me stay daddy?”

“No, you’ll have to come home with us.”

“Osie?” he asks, his eyes never opening again.

“Rosie is going to be with us, buddy. Daddy got her a dog car seat,” he smiles nodding his head at the prospect of being at the park with his sister, mom, and Rosie. “And we’ve got to drop off our library books,” he nods, but just barely. “I love you, Suedey.”

“Me, too. Daddy at?”

“I’ll go get him to tell his buddy goodnight, okay?”

“Chess,” his voice lulls on, and you know there’s only a few more minutes before Suede is completely gone, but he’ll do whatever he has to in order to stay awake for Andy to tell him goodnight.

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Andy closes the book to Charlotte's Web, and kisses the top of Audrey’s head. He pulls the little girl closer to his body, hugging her a little bit tighter. Rosie crawls up the bed a bit more, and lays her head on Audrey’s lap, causing the little girl to giggle. “I like having Rosie.”

“I think she is a perfect addition to our family,” Andy agrees. His eyes close. The little pink echo plays soft bedtime music in the background. “How was school, princess?”

“It was good,” she turns to look up at Andy, and then cuddles into his side. Waiting for him to wrap an arm around her, and he does. Pulling her even closer to him. “I know you felt the babies.”

“I felt a baby,” Andy whispers, peeking his eyes open to look at the little girl.

“Why did you tell mommy not to tell me?”

“Because it was important that you felt them first. I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“Even though it’s a lie?”

Andy thinks for a moment. Trying to contemplate a way that Audrey can understand. “You’re right, it is a lie. But it’s not something that would hurt you. I was not going to tell you because it was something so special for you that I wanted you to feel the babies first.”

“Hmm,” Audrey says. She lifts up off the bed a bit, and stares at him. “But you only felt one baby?” Andy nods. “So I can still feel the other before you?” He nods again. “Okay. I think that’s fair.”

“How do you mean?”

“Because you’re their daddy. You should get to feel one first. You’ve never had a baby in mommy’s belly. I had Suede. I remember feeling him for the first time. It’s weird, but fun. And when they start to move in there, it looks like a monster,” the conversation dulls into nothing, while Audrey fights her sleep just a bit more.

Thinking about her day, and how she wants to be the one to feel the next baby first. “My Scott Daddy didn’t like feeling Suede. He called it gross. Do you think it’s gross?”

“No. I think it’s beautiful, and a miracle, and overwhelming, you know?”

“Overwhelming?” She asks inquisitively.

“When you get all these feelings at once, and it’s just too much. Too many feelings all at the same time.”

“Yeah. It’s overwhelming. How old were you when you loved mommy first?” Her curiosity about Andy and you is so sweet. To the point you asked your mom to bring all your old photos with her the next time she visits.

“Seventeen. She was fifteen, nearly sixteen. But we started ‘dating’ when I was fifteen. She had just turned fourteen. And her mom hated it. It wasn't that serious though until one day I just knew,” Audrey looks up at Andy expectantly. “I knew I was going to marry her. That we were going to have these beautiful kids. And I’m getting that with her. I have that with her.”

Audrey shimmies her shoulders a bit before looking at Rosie. The little dog wiggles up a bit higher. Moving the tiniest bit closer, “Do you wish you found mommy sooner?”

“Only if it meant she was going to have the awesome kids she does. I don’t want it if I can’t have you and Suede in my life. So don’t think for a second that I don’t love the two of you as much as I love those two babies in mommy’s belly, okay?”

Audrey gives a nod, and squeezes on Andy’s chest, “But if you ever feel doubtful, I want you to talk to me. Never think you’re not allowed to do that. I always want to listen to you, princess.”

“You promise?” The only person that ever listened to her in the past was you.

“Pinky promise,” he says. Andy holds up his pinky, and Audrey takes her own with his. “I want our family to be based on talking with each other. We have to communicate.”

“Yes. Communicate,” with a sigh, and a yawn, Audrey wiggles down her bed, forgetting what she was supposed to say or tell him. “I love you, daddy.”

“Love you, too, princess Audi.”

“Can you go get mommy? I need my snuggles before bed,” he didn’t have to get you. In fact you’re just right outside her door listening to their sweet conversation. Almost wanted to intrude on them. If you had to pick a perfect father for them, it would be Andy. If you had to pick a perfect man for you, it would be Andy. So how excited that you get both. Audrey gets to see and feel the way a man should treat a woman. But also how a man should respect her feelings, even the small ones.

Andy gives her another kiss to the top of her head, and starts to walk out the door. Quickly you intercept him for a not so innocent kiss, and pinch his bum, “You better quit.”

“I can't, I like it when you get all flustered. I’ll be just a little bit,” he kisses you again, switching to go into Suede’s room for his goodnight, while you smile at the sweetest little girl, struggling to stay awake.

“Rosie, you are so spoiled, huh, sweet girl? Get to sleep in the canopy bed, while Princess Audi snuggles you all night,” Rosie stretches out a bit more keeping a close watch on Audrey. “Did you have a good day, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” her little head nods, but her eyes never open. She lifts her arms up to make grabby hands, and you lean over for a kiss. “Today was a good day.”

“Okay, baby. Get some sleep. Door open or closed?”

She pats Rosie’s belly, smiling up at you through closed eyes, “Closed.”

“I love you, Audrey.”

“Love you, mommy,” her words are already trailing off. Sleeping much more soundly because she’s comfortable. She had a good day. No moments of anxiety. She even talked about her dad without getting all squeamish, and then shutting down. She is making progress. A lot more than you can say for Scott.

“Mommy?” You halt turning off the light, and look at her. “Suede said he wants a dinosaur birthday but…”

“Daddy said we should have the party here. Just us, Ransom, Miss Tatum, and Nini and Papa are going to come and see the new house. We’ll be with Suedey all day, baby. Don't worry.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. I won’t take my eyes off him, and daddy and I are going to reread every label for his allergens,” she nods, and burrows her face into her pillow. A dinosaur party, you can do. Have a party at the house, you can do. Having to calm the fears of your five year old that her brother won’t die is not something you were prepared for.

“You might as well lock the door,” Andy groans as you walk into the bedroom. With a sinful grin, you turn around to lock the door. “Mmm, and don’t bother trying to impress me with how sexy you are. Believe me, it’s a struggle not to push myself inside of you every second I’m around you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. You start to saunter to him, despite his eyes rolling. “I have desired you for as long as I can remember. You know on our first date when you just kissed my cheek, I — well, I had to leave quickly.”

“Andrew Barber, a kiss on the cheek made you hard?”

“And it didn’t even take me long to, well, you get it. You remember that night we drove out to the middle of nowhere, and you threw your leg over my body, and just settled down?”

“Uh-huh,” you coo, biting on your lip. Standing in front of the bed, you not so sexily start taking your clothes off. You like where this conversation is heading. “I got tired of waiting on you to really kiss me.”

“And we didn’t just kiss did we?” You shake your head no, pulling the shirt off you. “You were grinding on top of me like you were in heat. I asked you to stop, and you stopped immediately asking why.”

“Unfortunately with an older brother, I knew too much about a man’s anatomy. You were so embarrassed. I asked you if you wanted me to get off, but you didn’t. You just needed to breathe, and wanted to enjoy that moment. Remember when we both came? You’re voice cracked. And I heard you say fuck for the first time.”

“Nothing had ever felt so good. Our relationship changed. We began sneaking around just to mess around.”

“And then — you rented us a hotel for prom. You regret it?” You ask, looking down at Andy’s hand that has been gently stroking his giant cock. You are ready to have him inside of you. But watching how you still make him hard feels so good. The way his eyes roam over your pregnant body with still so much animalistic hunger makes slick rush directly to your center. The place where you longed for him the most.

“The only thing I regret is losing touch,” he moans as his eyes look over your body. “Imagine me losing touch with those perfect tits. C’mere. Honey, I’m aching here. Won’t you put me out of my misery. Please, Doe. I want nothing more than to feel you, and worship your body.”

“When you say it like that,” you whimper. You crawl up the bed, and straddle him. “Help me,” you bite your lip as he guides you to his engorged cock. He’s a pro at knowing your body, and he settles you on his spongy mushroom head, and you sink over him slowly. Not stopping until you’ve taken him fully.

“Thatta girl.”

“Whew,” you breathe heavily. Andy’s hands caress down your body. Going to your hips, and then moving across your belly. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Like what? Thatta girl?” Preening, you nod your head. “Oh, sweet Doe. I forget how much of a praise kink girl you are. Does it make you feel weak knowing that your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt?” Your head nods rapidly, and you lean back, and rest your hands on the bed. “There you go. Give me the best view in the world.”

You start rotating your hips. Sliding off his cock before pulling him back in. “You take me so well,” the things out of his mouth make you want to roll your eyes in the back of your head. “And you look so good doing it. I have you so full of me. We got what we always wanted. Me growing inside your belly. And just to prove that I have the best cock, I put two babies inside you.”

“Andy,” you breathlessly whisper. The feeling of him deep in your core, mixed with his sweet and lewd words.

“Don’t Andy me with that voice. You are not about to come,” you just nod your head. “How? You’ve barely started. I want to enjoy this more. Baby, just slow down.”

“Baby? Andy, stop your dirty talk.”

“You are so whiny, and so sensitive,” he presses his thumb against your clit, making slow circles over the tiny bean. “And that is not dirty talk. I’ll give you dirty talk when I have you on your knees, and taking my cock like the best wife in the world.”

“Fuck,” you grit out. Ready to keel over when he tightens the circles. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“So what is it? Dirty talk or praise that gets you?”

“Both,” Andy stares up at you like you are a goddess. Entranced by the way that your body moves. The way that your fuller tits ripple with the pace you’re forcing out. You are fucking phenomenal. He didn’t know that you would be more perfect and beautiful now than you were then. Age has done nothing but make him love you more, desire you more.

You are more beautiful now than you were then. And now you’re giving him all he’s ever wanted; someone that loves him the way that you do. You have given him a family. He is a father because of you. There will come a time that he will get to adopt both children, that he is sure of. And he will. From the moment he laid eyes on Audrey with her eyes looking just like yours, and then got to meet both kids, he knew that they belonged to him. That the four of you were going to be a family. If they were the only kids that he had, he would still be happy.

”There’s a good girl,” he pants out watching your body start to race for your release. “Fuck yourself on your husband’s cock.”

“Oh, god,” he’s loved every stage with you, and will continue to love you through every one to come. Birthing the babies. Crying with you when they take their first breath of air. Crying when you see them with the best big sister and brother in the world. Crying when Audrey and Suede officially become his children. The two of you have a world of happy tears yet to come. And he’s going to enjoy each and every one.

He is going to protect you, love you, praise you, and fuck you until your dying day. And he better leave this world with you. Because he wasn’t going to live in a world without you. He whispers your real name, waiting on you to look at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now — come for me,” you aren’t sure what the magic man does with his thumb, but it sends you careening over the edge. Your hips stutter and buck as your walls clamp down around him. Trembling as you try and catch your breath, while also covering your mouth to mask the mewls that you can’t contain. Making you see stars, and your body pulses with euphoria. “You sure you can’t stay pregnant all the time, Doe?”

“Why?” You pant. Your body starts to go slack, and Andy slowly starts helping you off his body. Pointing to the bed, so you go ahead, and get on your knees.

“Because not only do you look gorgeous and sexy, but you are so sensitive,” you give your ass a wiggle, waiting for Andy to get behind you. He bends, licking a stripe along your swollen cunt before positioning himself behind you. “Do you want me to fuck you into the mattress, or pull you up to me and make sweet passionate love with you?”

“Both, and in that order.”

“Whatever you say,” he grunts, crashing his length into your wet heat. Your toes curl on impact, and you grip tight to the sheets. “Fuck,” his voice growls out as he stabs into you. So much force and dominance over your body, and yet, you know that he cherishes you, and wants to make sure you have the utmost pleasure.

Andy, however, cannot get enough of your body. Every change that it’s going through is because of him. Because of the love that the two of you made. Because of that love, your body is expanding, and making way for two more people to add to love. His reasons are in his grasp. They’re right here in this house. His home. His family.

“Ands?” You start panting out, looking behind him. “Babe, you’ve gone soft,” his aggressive tempo had slowed to the point of him just being nestled inside of you. “You okay?”

“You’ve given me everything I’ve always wanted. I’ll never be able to thank you enough,” reaching around your front, his arm goes between your breasts, and he lifts you into a kneeling position. Burying his face into your neck, Andy whispers, “But thank you.”

“Thank you,” his hips start a slow movement into your body. “Thank you for proving that good men exist. Thank you for making me fall in love again. Thank you for never giving up on our dream. Thank you for being my partner, and the dad my kids deserve. Our kids.”

His speed increases, while his mouth nips and sucks on your neck. He’ll leave a mark. But you didn’t care. Let him. Let him leave all the love marks that he wants. You’ve never feared with Andy, except the fear of losing him. But now that you have him, you’re never letting go again. There isn’t college and time that can separate you. He is yours forever and always.

He enjoys praise just as much as you do, but it isn’t about the praise of his capabilities. It’s praise of the man that he is. He feared he would become a man just like his father. Andy is all his own. He took the cards that were dealt to him, and he changed his course of life forever. He proved that you can become a good man despite the people in your life.

Andy has proved over and over again that he is just good. Not perfect. Lord knows that there have been petty arguments, but they’re quickly settled. His voice has never raised towards you, he comes home every night, his phone isn’t locked And there’s no secrets hidden in it, and his tone towards Audrey and Suede is always even. He enjoys them the way that you do.

He rushes home just to spend as much time with them before bedtime. He wants to plan mini vacations, and become a tourist in Boston. He wants to enjoy the time that he has, and make memories with the kids. How did you get so lucky to love a human so perfect for you and your kids.

The way he crashes into your warmth makes you get out of your head and live in this moment. This beautiful moment. You never have to guess how Andy feels about you, or your changing body, he shows you with every thrust into you. You’re still just as desirable today than you were as a teenager. To him, you are more desirable.

This is the man that you are going to grow old with. One of these days, the two of you will be sitting in rockers on the front porch, watching your grandchildren play. Of all the things you’ve been sure about in your life, Andy is the top one.

He ruts into you with so much force, you whimper too loud. Andy covers your mouth with his hand, “Be as loud as you want, Doe.”

You are. You let his hand muffle you enough that you are practically screaming. Nothing is more beautiful in this moment than you and him being connected as one. It’s everything. It’s Andy. Just him.

Gritting on your neck, he pushes into you so hard and deep. Your walls start fluttering around him. Choking his cock with every part of you as you reach a beautiful high. And then his warmth balloons inside of you. Filling every inch of your cunt. And your cunt pulses around his throbbing length. Milking every last drop of him.

“We get to do this for the rest of our lives,” he pants out. Slowly, he pulls himself out of you, and places you on the bed. “Get some rest. I’m going to get a washcloth and clean you, and then we’re snuggling all night long. I do miss being the little spoon though.”

“It’ll be awhile before you’ll get that position again,” you try and steady your breathing, and you pet over your belly. Smiling because you are bound and determined to let Audrey feel this one. Baby B just was being shy. But you feel it on your finger tips. “Shh, don’t let daddy know.”

“Huh?” Andy asks, coming back into the bedroom. “Who are you talking to?”

“Myself. I was just wondering what was taking daddy so long,” Andy shakes his head, and pulls your legs apart. Cleansing you from his spend. “Audrey says Suede wants a dinosaur birthday.”

“Yes, he told me something about that. And he wants Unk Yan to come,” you love that Suede has little conversations with just Andy. He trusted his daddy so much. But the fact that Andy listens, and absorbs it, makes you so happy. “But we’ve got a doctor’s appointment. And Audrey wants to go. So maybe — both kids can go for the gender reveal?”

“I like that idea. Maybe Suedey can show you where the babies are,” his face falls, and you just giggle. He still hadn’t figured out an ultrasound.

“They look like blobs, honey. I know that they’re in there, but right now it just looks like nothing. I will be glad when they have fingers and toes, and eyeballs, so maybe I can see what they are. But they’re growing and they’re healthy. That’s what matters.”

And it is what matters. They’re healthy. You’re healthy, and your exhaustion isn’t quite what it used to be. First trimester took it out of you. But now, you’re at a happy medium and have more energy. And your other babies are happy and healthy. What more could you want?

“So that’s where we’re going to see the babies?” Audrey points at the monitor, looking a bit confused. Andy stands on one side of you, holding Suede who is busy playing on his phone, while Audrey is on the other side, holding your hand.

“And not only will you get to see them, but you get to hear their heartbeats,” her eyes go large, and she hops back and forth on her feet. Her excitement for the twins makes this moment so much sweeter. Suede is too involved with the dinosaur game, and wasn’t fully grasping the idea of babies in your belly. He acknowledged they were there, but you didn’t know if he truly understood.

“I remember hearing your heartbeat for the first time. It’s something I can never forget. And Suedey’s. It’s such a sweet sound. And then I found out you were going to be a girl, and I couldn’t wait.”

“Was — my Scott daddy excited I was a girl?”

“He was. He wanted a girl,” you didn’t have to see Andy to know that he was rolling his eyes. Scott wanting a girl, and not wanting Suede is a sour spot with both of you. But you couldn’t fully make Scott the villain for Audrey. She still struggled with his existence in her life.

You groan, and put your hand on your stomach. There they were. “Audrey, baby, hurry give me your hand. Beat daddy.”

“Ahh!” She gasps, running to the side where Andy is and places her hand on your stomach. “Is it…is it the other baby?”

“Yes, I do think this is Baby B.”

“Oh, mommy!” She giggles, removing her hand from your stomach, and stares at your belly before placing her hand back. “It feels so weird, but cool, and is this what beautiful feels like?” You tilt your head like a puppy, not understanding her question. “You know when something feels beautiful. Is this what it feels like? That feels like a right word to use right now.”

“Oh, baby,” your emotions have been able to stay in check, and then your sweet girl says something like that. “If it feels right to call it beautiful, then it is right,” you try to pull her closer to you, but she shakes her head no. “Why?”

“I just want to feel the baby. Daddy, I beat you,” you miss the winks passing between the two of them.

“You did, princess. I’m glad that there’s two. You’ll get to hold one, and I will. Mommy will need our help, huh?” She smiles, and nods, looking up at Andy. Audrey quickly turns to look back at your belly, and her smile just keeps getting wider.

You enjoy just having a moment looking at her. She’s entranced by feeling her baby brother or sister. Her fascination is the sweetest thing, and you know you can never get enough of her loving her siblings.

You’re caught in a daze when the door opens, and the doctor immediately walks over to the sink to wash his hands, “So we got the other rugrats with us today. Are you going to help your parents with the twins?” Audrey smiles, nodding her head, but Suede scowls looking at him. “I’m not going to hurt your parents, or try and take you away from them,” Suede lays his head on Andy’s shoulder. His eyes flick back and forth between the phone, and the doctor.

He pulls up his stool next to you. Grabbing up the jelly, and squirts the stupidly cold goo on you. “What’s that for?”

“The easy explanation is it makes the picture on the TV a bit better. Alright, mom, dad, prince and princess, are you ready to see what we’ve got in here?”

“Do you look at their privates to know?” You stifle a laugh, because she is right. Even if you can tell she caught the doctor off guard.

“I do,” he says smiling, and he pulls up the wand. “You’re pretty smart. How old are you?”

“I’m five. I just felt Baby B move! I beat daddy to feel them.”

“Well, in that case, you want to look at Baby B first?” Audrey responds with a yes, and jumps up and down. “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here. Baby B is the baby that is measuring a bit smaller, and seems to be a tiny bit younger,” he fiddles around on your stomach, and everyone stares at the monitor. Andy looks as confused as Andy, Suede turns to Andy pointing.

“Is that a leg?” Audrey asks, pointing, but Andy shakes his head, no.

“It is. But, as you’ve said, I have to try and find its privates to see if we’ve got a boy or — well.”

“I don’t know what’s going on.”

“What do you see? Is that!? Suede, Baby B has a penis!”

“Me, too!”

“I’m glad you guys know the proper terms here. I didn’t know what I should say. Alright, mom and dad, you’ve got a boy with Baby B. Princess, you get to tell your daddy that you felt your baby brother first. Alright Baby A, come on, little one. Show yourself. You don’t have to hide from your little brother.”

You don’t want to get too excited because you know what babies that hide can mean. Things are very overwhelming right now. You want to soak up seeing the babies. Want to watch Andy cluelessly try to figure out what he’s looking at, and you want to hold your first baby. She’s a bundle of excitement, and it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen.

“Should have figured.”

“What?”

“What are you even looking at?”

“My daddy.”

“It’s a girl,” you sob, reaching for Andy. His eyes go so wide, and then he’s looking at you. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Yep. Dad did a great job. You’re getting one of each,” he scoots his chair away from your bedside, not leaving, but giving your family some space.

“I’m getting a brother and sister!”

“Doe,” Andy says softly as he leans over to kiss your head. “You just keep making my life more complete.”

“Suedey! We’re getting a brother and sister!”

You have no words, only tears as you lift up off the table, and reach for Andy. 2.5 kids is a myth. 4.5 kids is perfect. You and Andy are getting one of each. He did do good. He’s always done so much good. He’d repaired your heart and your mind when you thought it was never going to happen for you. He’d been everything that you needed and wanted, in a time that you felt so desolate.

He’d given you everything.

And you’d always give him his home.

His family.

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