#but also they put their whole pussy in that!!

[scalpelsister]

Speak with Dead

[hai7ani]

Main masterlist | cw smut, objectification, story happens when reader is still a sex worker (details of reader's experiences working in the field is included), read at your own risk

The way you love me (be my baby)

i.

Sex with Rindou is different, you think.

He's not like the other men who pays you money for a quick fuck, or even booking the whole night with you on special occasions that they decide to splurge on drugs and sluts at the club.

They slap you around like you're just some toy meant for their pleasure. A lot of them share one bad habit in common, you notice 一 that they like leaving their wet condoms on your thigh after they finish, never bothering to dispose of it in the bin, and sometimes even going as far as snapping a quick photo of you despite the club's T&C's and against your will.

You're quick to learn that this is all you're worth for. You're fast to drill it in your head, accepting the fact that you are simply just a girl put into this world for sex and pleasure. A worthless toy that anyone gets to play with if they simply have some money or enough influence to get a membership for such prestigious club owned by a reputable organisation.

That's all you are to them: a toy.

But to yourself?

You're not exactly sure on what you are.

Nights are lonely in your room even when you're surrounded by people.

It's men, most nights, but there'd also be a few older women who'd visit the club every once in a while. Lonely, yearning women who are just as empty as you on the inside, aching to feel something 一 just anything at all 一 in their hearts. You can see it clear in their orbs the second they get to feel your touch on their skins 一 a kind of void in their eyes that you don't think you can fully understand, but could still relate to in a way.

Sometimes many men would also come together and loom over you as you cry. Not from pleasure, but from pain. They are always very harsh and demanding with you.

And as always, you didn't think that sex would be any different when you come face to face with a man in a seemingly very expensive suit waiting for you in an equally expensive hotel room. Long, lilac bangs fanning over his brows and he's a bit tanner than the rest. He has bored, doe eyes that turn bright as soon as they land on your figure playing with your fingers by the door, piercing bullets into your wavering soul as you stand before him and introduce yourself as a replacement for Sakura-chan.

And when you finally dare to look up into his eyes when he doesn't reply a word, nor a simple response to your introduction, you manage to recognise him very swiftly.

He's the owner of the club that you work for. Basically your boss, and the bigger boss of Freida.

Haitani-sama.

You hadn't expected for him to be so... quiet, and soft as a person. He's silent when beckoning you over with a hand from the edge of the bed, and still is when pulling you even closer to himself, placing his palm so warmly on the back of your thigh. His touch is demanding and at a place of absolute power, but he isn't abusive with it. His purples are bold, strong, and pinkish lips stained with wine slowly curling into a small smile while he gaze so deeply into your wide, glossy eyes.

You don't really remember much about your first time meeting him.

You remember talking with him, touching him as per your job's demands, and suddenly you find yourself straddling his hips, hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders while you pant and mewl into the air, cheeks flushed and your head thrown back, as he pistons a few thick fingers into your pussy, occasionally bumping and rubbing your clit with his palm so sweetly under the hem of your long dress and he's kissing down the valley of your breasts.

You've always thought that sex is meant to hurt.

But it is different with him together.

Every night when he returns and somehow chooses you each and every single time, you finally get to feel something in the empty shell that people call 'a heart'. It burns like gasoline in your chest when you feel it coming, but it is something that you find yourself longing for so feverishly on the nights he isn't visiting.

He asks for your legs to fall off his hips 一 to let yourself go and simply enjoy the moment with him 一 and he never hits you for pleasure like what you're used to being treated. He likes fucking in doggy, but always ends the night slow with missionary because it's what you're more comfortable with 一 based on your body language that he'd read through like an open book the first night with you.

He lets you cum as many times as you want, even going as far as making you use your big girl words to ask for it sometimes.

He gave you a voice 一 something that you've never got to have for yourself, and he lets you use it as much as you want with him. As loud as you want.

He never tugs on your hair or pulling your head back and forth whenever you have him in your mouth. It's degrading, and men tend to enjoy it a lot. But he doesn't do that very often, you notice 一 doesn't seem very into the whole blowjob or mouth-fucking thing despite the extreme pleasure he feels, and prefers having his dick inside of you and getting you both off with it.

You like that it's this way with him, that there is never any pain on your end. Guilty as charged, you treat it as an escape sometimes, even though you know damn well that you shouldn't be getting too close or intimate with a paying, returning customer.

Not to mention that he pays really well, too 一 always giving you way too much for your services, and never stealing photos or leaving behind his trash like the others always do either.

You come to learn fairly quickly that his first name is Rindou. Before this piece of information that he'd handed out to you way too early in your exchange, you've only known of him as Haitani-sama. Sometimes you'd call him Sir out of habit, but he prefers that less to Daddy. He fucking loves it, too, actually, and sometimes you'd resort to calling him just that for the whole night because you're not too sure on what else to say.

And sometimes he'd even request (or more like demand, considering that he's the fucking boss of the club you work for) to take you home with him a few nights, and when Freida-baba (all the girls in the club call her that) tries explaining that maybe it isn't such a good idea 一 since you do have returning customers who have booked the next few nights with you 一 he pushes up the bid with two extra zeros in his payment and watch as her eyeballs fall out of their sockets in amusement, but always with sternest, because Haitani Rindou is a man who always get what he wants.

And she'd agree every single time, because there is no way a woman like Freida would be able to reject so much money from selling just one girl and also saying no to her boss' wish.

The subtle things he does to you 一 for you and with you 一 makes your brain go haywire sometimes. And on some days, you seem to find yourself patiently, yet eagerly, waiting for his return to the club, just to be able to pleasure him again out of your own will.

Hanging around the lobby like a school girl waiting for Senpai to finish playing basketball at the court to pass him a love letter, and always finding chances to knock on Freida's door asking if Haitani-sama will be visiting anytime soon...

You can't help it.

ii.

"You know, brother," Ran places his glass on the table after taking a huge sip.

"That slut you've been seeing一"

"She has a name."

Rindou shoots back almost too fast. His brother widens his eyes a little at his words, but leans back into his seat, expression turning amused when he finds it a good motivation to keep going. He hasn't seen this sight since forever, where Rindou is being protective of a girl he's fond with.

"You've been obsessed with her lately." Ran comments. Rindou only swirls his own drink and watch with bored eyes as the ice melts from the heat, but with an impatient heart.

"She's not good news, you know."

Ran grabs his iPad from the side, scrolling through a few documents through the files app 一 the bright screen reflecting on his face 一 before pausing on one and handing the tablet over to Rindou.

"The girl's covered in debt, head to toe." He juts his chin to the screen as the younger reads through the file. His expression remains the same as before 一 still so nonchalant, still so boyish like a teenage boy who doesn't really care for what his mother says.

"She's only here for your money. Can't think of any other idea on why she's stuck to you like glue." He grins. "And that sweet little smile she's always throwing your way, damn. No wonder you're so obsessed."

It's more of the opposite, really 一 but he doesn't make a refutation to prove his brother wrong. He's stoic when he locks the screen after scanning through your background check, before throwing the device on the coffee table with a soft roll of his eyes, letting out a breath through his lips.

"I know."

Truth is, the man's already had his right-hand run your profile for him since the night you'd first met, after being so enamoured by you that he really wants to know everything about yourself 一 even the smallest details about you that you don't even realise. Rindou is already aware of how deep in crippling debt you are 一 a result of having a father with a deadly gambling addiction since you were just a baby and a mother who's addicted to heroine for the longest time ever 一 that no matter how much money you make in your lifetime selling your body and becoming entertainment for lustful men, it'll never be enough.

"But nii-chan," he pauses to look his brother in the eye. There's daggers in them despite him being family.

"She's my girl."

The grin on Ran's face only grows wider as he swipes away a fallen strand of hair breaking through the gel, after hours of being away from home.

"I'll do what I want with her."

He thinks it's fine if you're gonna break his heart and use him for his money. He has money. And at least he'll know that he'd felt good being with you during your time together 一 getting to dive back into a sweet little romance he hasn't felt in years is something that he thinks he's needed so feverishly this whole time.

"That's alright. But still, I'll have you know," Ran trails off his words to lean forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees to look at his brother, face turning serious.

"Love is an expensive thing to afford for people like us."

iii.

He hasn't been visiting you lately.

It's already been three weeks since his last return to the club, and you've long lost count on how much time you've spent moping around the lobby, pretending like you're cleaning up and assisting them on welcoming clients, when in reality, you're simply waiting to see if it'd be him walking through the glass doors this time.

The first week he stopped coming, you've just assumed that it was simply because he was too busy and drowned with work. You know it isn't easy running a club that sells pussy and bags filled with drugs slid under glass tables on the daily 一 having to constantly worry about the feds and possible snitches in the organisation is not easy work that simply anyone can handle.

On the second week that he still doesn't visit 一 even to the other girls in the club 一 you start to grow impatient and worried that perhaps something terrible has happened to him, considering his line of work. But you still see his right-hand that he keeps close around the venue sometimes, and nothing in particular seems to be off about his boss' lack of appearance recently.

On the third week, which happens to be today, you've resorted to retreating into the hallways and dragging your feet when you walk 一 sometimes peeking into rooms to see if he is perhaps inside 一 hoping that he'll miraculously turn up again like he always do.

You so desperately hope that soon you'll finally get to see him walking through the main door, all suave and handsome, and then you'd get to jump into his arms while he holds you close and kisses you and一

"Haitani-sama, would you like another drink?"

Your feet pauses.

Your head turns, scouting for the source of the voice with shakey eyes and hands一

There he is.

Perfectly healthy and legs spread widely on the expensive sofa gripping a glass of whiskey, a side of his lips curled into a handsome smirk. He's surrounded by people 一 a few men and their women, and一

"Haitani-sama, thank you for choosing me tonight." Sakura-chan giggles so sweetly into his ear, all pressed into his side on the sofa like she means something to him, and he's looking at her in the way you've grown used to being admired at, too.

Something bubbles up in your chest as you watch the scene unfold before your glossy eyes 一 that Sakura gets to be by his side for the night, that he didn't come to see you as promised 一 and it's plainly uncomfortable, to say the least. You don't know what else to say. A sticky feeling you haven't experienced before glued onto the walls of your heart, a chain filled with thorns coiling around your poor, beating flesh, stabbing you as it tightens even more一

You turn around.

It's hard to force a smile when a girl passing through the halls greets you goodnight, but you still manage a weak one for her somehow before walking back to your room, eyes bored into space.

You're left with a silence so deafening and empty when you sit on your bed, palms scrunching up the soft material of your dress as you let out a long breath through your dry lips.

It breaks your heart the more you think about it 一 a feeling so suffocating that you don't know what to do to make it go away 一 as you keep replaying scenes of the nights he'd claim you to be his favourite girl when he'd fuck you so beautifully in his room, limbs all tangled up in the sheets.

A favourite one amongst the many, obviously.

Your eyes water and your heart tightens any more in its confines as you bite on your lip and feel your nose souring up一

Silly you, thinking that you actually mean something to these people.

You're just a replaceable toy.

iv. cw: light daddy kink

You're nose deep into your book on the couch when he finally comes to visit for the night.

"Did you miss me?" His voice is deep, teasing, and smuggled with alcohol when he speaks. His tie and belt are in his hands and a few of his buttons are left undone 一 and he leaves them on your bed when he walks over to you.

You're silent when Rindou stands before you seated on your chair and you shut your book with a harsh pang in your chest.

He smells so much of her that it irks you to the core. A rosey, floral perfume that only one person you know uses on the daily, now covering a man head to toe that you find yourself desperately unable to tear away from.

You hate feeling like this so much 一 so helpless and falling deep into a void 一 but you still push away the ache of your heart and showing him a smile so sweet that you hope he doesn't notice.

You still allow yourself a moment to indulge in his warmth when you melt in his arms as he holds you close. You still cheat yourself into thinking that he cares when he sucks on the spot just beneath your jaw that never fails to make you fold.

You still want to believe that you're different among the rest 一 that you still mean something to somebody, that you're not just a worthless toy that people get to play with when they're bored一

You want to believe that you're lovable, too.

You're just a girl who wants to be loved.

"Mhm." You hum into his neck as a reply.

His touch is electric on your hips when he moves you both to bed, while he lays you down so gently on the mattress with drunk but gentle hands.

You help to remove his suit when he hovers above you and you only reach your neck up to peck him gently on the lips when you're finished.

He's obviously very drunk tonight when you hear the low hum full of want that he lets out when you cheekily move away from his attacking lips, and there's a lot of kisses exchanged between you two when he catches you after that 一 from forehead kisses that shows how much he adores you to sweet little eskimo kisses that feels way too intimate for a relationship like yours, to sucking on each other's tongue as you slowly tangle yourselves together under the blanket.

You feel so, so comfortable wrapped in his arms while he tickles your neck with his nose. It's so warm in here compared to the frigid feeling in your heart when watching the two of them all cuddled up together on the couch一

There it is.

It's clouding your head again.

Your smile wavers a little against his skin and it's harder to act like nothing's ever happened before.

It's hard being pressed under his weight as he sobers himself up by indulging in your kisses, while in reality your mind is constantly flying back and forth between letting things be and swallowing your own heart to excusing yourself for the night to go cry in the toilet一

"Something's bothering you."

You twitch a little at that. Rindou is already staring at you with his eyes half-lidded when your own flicker swiftly back to his figure resting on your chest.

"Hmm? Nothing is wrong, Sir." Your voice is extremely soft tonight, he notices.

And for some reason your response rubs him the wrong way. He clicks his tongue, a bit unsatisfied, and moves himself off your chest to rest on the pillow next to you.

But he still pulls you next to him nonetheless 一 clement hands combing through your locks with his five fingers so sweetly as he admires your pretty face.

"What's wrong?" He pushes you even closer to himself with the hand looped under your neck. "Tell me."

A thumb of his own finds its way rubbing on your bottom lip and you feel so mushy when he looks at you that way again, though you still remain silent at that.

"C'mon, tell me,"

He hands you your voice again with a wide open palm.

"My pretty girl."

And you take it with you.

You embrace it this time.

"I saw you with Sakura-chan earlier."

He sighs through his nose before nuzzling at your cheek, a teasing smile on his lips. "That's what this is about?"

He shifts you both a little when you don't respond, choosing to bury yourself into his neck and sulk. He doesn't force you to look at him, though. Still so sweet when he coos and comforts you by rubbing on your back.

"I didn't fuck her, you know. I was only with her for a couple hours."

You smile. "It's okay, you don't have to explain to me, Sir. I was simply waiting for you to visit again. I was worried, but you're okay."

Rindou doesn't like that this is your response to him when you've just hung your obvious jealousy out for him to see. His chest pangs with something unexplainable when you pat on his back instead when in fact, you're the one who's feeling hurt.

"I didn't fuck her." He affirms again, a little stricter but full of sincerity this time. "Why do you think I didn't call you out with me today?"

You shake your head, biting on the inner corners your cheeks as you listen.

"People don't go around flaunting their treasures, no? At least not rational ones," he pauses to nibble at the fat of your cheek, beckoning you to please look at him again一 "that's just asking to be robbed."

"I was with business partners and I don't want them to know you're mine. That's dangerous."

You don't know what's so dangerous about being known as Haitani Rindou's favourite girl, because you want to be known. You want to be shown off, too. You want to be flaunted around proudly, like you're not just some man's dirty little secret that he'll bring to the grave.

But you're sure he has his own reasons for that.

You slowly remove your face from his neck to sniffle.

"And I still came tonight, yeah?" He rubs on your lids, playing with your lashes gently as you nod.

"'Cause I wanted to see you, pretty."

When Rindou spots the light gloss over your eyes and you cutesy lips turn pouty and you're looking at him like he'd just broken your heart into pieces一

He folds.

"I'm sorry, baby."

It's a first, he thinks to himself 一 that he's apologising for being with another girl to the girl he still doesn't know what exactly she is to him, other than the fact that he likes having her around a lot.

"No more of that, yeah?" He cups your cheeks with his hands as he hovers over your face, thumbs caressing your skin as you start tearing up, sniffling.

"Daddy's all yours."

He leans in to smooch on your lips.

"It'll only ever be you by my side today onwards."

A hand of his grabs onto your wobbly ones to place it right where his heart resides, feeling it beat beneath your palm through the layer of his shirt. It's erratic 一 full of panic and heartache the minute your waterworks start, because he hates seeing you cry, especially when it is because of him.

And then he pulls your hand back up to his lips to kiss on your fingers, his purple orbs not once breaking contact with your own, as you whimper and reach yoir arms oit to pull him into your chest, swallowing him into your soul.

Yours and yours only.

Rindou smiles.

How is a girl like you ever going to break his heart?

Stupid Ran.

this 2 love bug's trope summarised: love at first sight but with juicy lore 🔇 this is so poorly written but i dont wanna keep it in my drafts any longer since the year is ending and i really want to post something

[ohmanareyoucereal9]

Fully introducing… barista!reader

contents: a bit of smut, mostly fluff <3

✰ barista!reader who... always takes the chance to do as many hours as possible

✰ barista!reader who... puts extra cream on frappes and milkshakes

✰ barista!reader who... sacrifices her breaks to put in the extra work, for extra credit, for extra money

✰ barista!reader who... loves the fall season, especially with the pumpkin spice drinks releasing around that time

✰ barista!reader who... scoffs the cake pops that didn’t sell

✰ barista!reader who... hates working in the back, she likes working the cash desk and making drinks in the front

✰ barista!reader who... thrifts for trinkets and clothes on her days off

✰ barista!reader who... owns two cats, one calico and one tabby

✰ barista!reader who... was employee of the month once

✰ barista!reader who... could make a latte with her eyes closed

✰ barista!reader who... dreams of owning her own coffee shop one day

✰ barista!reader who... put her phone number on one of her customer’s cups after a wholesome conversation with them…

Paired with… carpenter!Matt

✰ carpenter!Matt who... loves doing concept design drawings

✰ carpenter!Matt who... always adds a bit of what he would want in his dream home in his designs

✰ carpenter!Matt who... has around 4 variations of a tool belt

✰ carpenter!Matt who... hates installing locks and fixtures

✰ carpenter!Matt who... sometimes calls in his brothers who are in the same work field as him for some extra help

✰ carpenter!Matt who... is a perfectionist, especially when it comes to his customer’s requests and designs

✰ carpenter!Matt who... always cleans his work pants, even though the stains won’t come off

✰ carpenter!Matt who... keeps losing his erasers and has to go to Michael’s every week or two to get more

✰ carpenter!Matt who... already has a blueprint of his dream house, fit for a whole family

✰ carpenter!Matt who... wants three kids, two girls and a boy

✰ carpenter!Matt who... goes to a coffee shop regularly, he has a keen eye on someone who works there…

✰ carpenter!Matt who... doesn’t even drink coffee, his usual order is a hot chocolate and a bagel

✰ carpenter!Matt who... dialled the phone number as soon as he got home, and saved it into his contacts

꩜ carpenter!Matt who... has a severe breeding kink, almost never stops thinking about it when he’s jerking off

꩜ carpenter!Matt who... has a fleshlight, and isn’t afraid to cum inside it every time

“Mmm fuuuckk… the lube is cold… wish this was a real pussy.”

꩜ carpenter!Matt who... loves thrusting up inside you when you get tired whilst in cowgirl position

“C’mere baby, lemme do all the work.”

꩜ carpenter!Matt who... fantasized about you after the first time he ever interacted with you

꩜ carpenter!Matt who... loves to do cockwarming

“You again!” your head is peaking over your shoulder as you're steaming off some milk in a chrome cup.

A tall figure - around 5 '8 or 9 - with a beige and bulky tool belt hanging low on his waist - it looked like it was a few notches too loose, by the way it lay crooked across his lower torso, maybe it was a fashion choice, or something along those lines - his pants scuffed up with splotches of dried up plaster and paint. The rugged grey knitwear sweater he wore was just about a tight-fit, sculpting out his figure almost slightly, there were also loose balls of fluff in spots all over the fabric.

He tugs on the brim of his cap before he removes it, using his other hand to run his fingers through his sweaty brown curls. You rush to the front counter to fully face him.

He plants his palm not so far from your crossed arms, he gives you a kind smile as his eyes wrinkle and his cheeks crease inwards at the sight of you. The kind of soft smile that actually feels genuine, and not just to put on a pleasing facade.

This regular customer has been coming to your specific shop every single morning for the past few weeks now. Since you work full time, you almost always clash into each other. Always preparing the same order for him.

In one of the many small talks you had with him, he mentioned he just moved from Boston to your city just over a month ago for a job opportunity with a lush salary.

He was one of those people you would see everyday that would make you wonder what kind of person they are, outside of ordering a coffee.

You had this sort of a habit you, and only you, would do as a kind of thing to do to pass by. It was quite a candid game you would play by yourself, you would guess stranger’s working jobs, their hobbies, their likes and dislikes, their guilty pleasures. All of that, you had to guess with one glance at the person.

You used this habit as some sort of excuse to spy on this familiar individual and pick up on his activities and interests.

His order is always, always a hot chocolate and a toasted bagel. You assume he doesn’t like coffee and prefers something small and simple for breakfast to start his day off fresh. He wears a tool belt on all of the occasions he has strolled into the shop. He works a blue-collar job, if that wasn’t obvious enough, maybe a mechanic, or a plumber.

He piqued your interest, to say the least. You have yet to find out anything else that stands out to you about this unique character, you don’t mind the chase anyway.

He told you his name one of the days you two spoke, Matthew Sturniolo. But, a lot of people just stick with Matt. He liked it, though. ‘I always thought it was too formal anyway’ he explained in one of the friendly exchanges between the two of you. You would reminisce about it every now and then.

“‘You miss me?” A slight bit of sarcasm in his rhetoric. But at the same time, he was hoping you’d respond, with a yes, ideally.

His soft expression makes the hairs on your body stand up, suddenly making you all shy. Your arms slowly slide back as you scoot sideways to the cash register.

“The usual then? Hot choc and a toasted bagel for the mechanic?” you tilt your head, eyeing the slanted belt on his hips, pushing your index finger into the screen in front of you and completely shrugging off his earlier question. That was simply an educated guess on your behalf.

“Uh, carpenter. Not far off though, and yeah the usual would be great, thank you” he removes his hand to grip the buckle of his belt and licks his dry lips unconsciously. Your cheeks flush at the manoeuvre, although it had no sinful intention.

A carpenter, huh. You didn’t even think of that first thing. You almost beat yourself up at the fact you didn’t come up with that idea. That and you’re just embarrassed that you tried to be cocky and guess but unfortunately, got it incorrect.

Not long after he taps his card, you shift your feet to turn with your back to him to get to work on his order, you could feel his blue irises piercing through the back of your skull. Feeling his watch made you fumble clumsily while making his drink. Your blood rushes to your face in embarrassment as you quickly assemble the cup with the rich, chocolatey drink inside.

You put your hand out with the cup in hand, before you pull back hesitantly as a sporadic idea pops into your thought bubble. Impulsively reaching into your work shirt pocket, you grasp a pen and start swaying letters and numbers into the carpenter’s cup, he raises a brow at this unusual motive, he scratches his stubble as he’s trying to figure out what you’re doing. Shifting closely to examine what you’re trying to write, squinting.

You sit back up to look at him with a plotting, almost mischievous grin, and give him the cup.

He grabs the cup off of you to twist it around.

“Call me! My shift ends at 5:30 x” with your phone number wrapped around the entire circumference of the cup. He sighs looking down, smirking to himself - almost like he’s flattering himself, like a ‘wow, you really did that’ kind of sense, also because he’s clearly flustered.

“We clearly get along well, why not?” Your palm is resting on your face, your gaze is locked onto his. You blur your surroundings completely only to focus on him in the moment.

He lets out a dry chuckle before reaching into his pocket to hand you an extra 5 dollar tip. “Will do, sweetheart. Thank you for the drink” he winks, grabbing his bagel, already setting foot out the door.

You lean over the counter, almost your entire stomach is lying on the marbled surface with your legs up swaying girlishly. Literally no sense of the few people glaring judgingly at your poor work ethic. You watch his figure completely disappear out of your frame of view. Before you get back to work for the next customer in line.

a/n: fic idea for this one too lalalalal, idk if i wanna do a one shot or a series of this tho. if i did a series i wouldn’t know how long i could drag it on for lololol. maybe a one shot will do

i love you all <3

divider creds: @/cafekitsune, @/anitalenia

[dreamsthatdream]

I keep coming back to your blog. I can’t stop thinking about this fantasy of being your submissive breedable wife. I want my tits to be achingly full, dripping all day long, ready to feed our babies and toddlers. I dream of having a heavy belly, my hips widened, from carrying your next baby and then when the baby comes and my womb is empty again you railing me, filling me up with your cum multiple times a day, determined for my womb to be put to use again.

Our home is so full of our joyful children it gets harder and harder to find alone time. I see you eyeing my empty womb across the dinner table and know what you want, no, need to do. We put the children to bed in record time and you have the littlest one, I go back to clean up after dinner and you arrive, your cock already hard and full of the seed for our next baby. You pull my skirt up and there’s no underwear because we both know it only wastes time when our time alone together is so precious. Your cock pushes into me from behind and I grab the kitchen counter as you thrust into my dripping wet pussy. You ask teasingly what’s got me so wet and I tell you I’ve been waiting for you to fill me. You do. You fill me there are the kitchen counter and then carry me to our bed and fuck your seed into me again. My breasts leak through the whole thing and that only spurs you on. You only relent when we’re interrupted by our newest addition needing settling. 6 months later I’m round and full and you fuck me over the kitchen counter again, holding my belly as you thrust in and relieve me of its weight for a short time. We are both looking forward to meeting our new baby, but we’re also looking forward to making the next one.

Holy fuck, that's so wholesome and amazingly hot at the same time 😍

Even with our ever-increasing brood, I'd always find a way to get a load in you at least once a day. Waking you up with soft kisses trailing down from your neck, to your full engorged tits, to your belly - whether it is tight and swollen, or not yet with child again, or just has the slightest curve of a new bump, to your already wet pussy. Or just before the kids have woken up for breakfast I'll bend you over the counter. Or after lunch, when everyone else is sleepy or lazing around, I'll rail you on the dining table. Or out in the yard on a warm afternoon, hidden away in a little corner somewhere. Or, as you said, after putting the kids to bed. I love the thought of you always being ready for me to take you, to make you pregnant if you aren't already, always with my seed driven deep inside you.

I'd always be excited to knock you up again. Every time I seed your fertile womb, I'll think of your belly swelling with life again, your tits getting even bigger and fuller to feed yet another baby. Is it gonna be a boy or a girl this time? Is it gonna be one baby or two or three? Are the pregnancy hormones going to make you even hornier than you already are?

I'm just picturing our full house, constant laughter and crying and noise of our big family. Toddlers running after you or holding onto your skirt, a baby or two on your nurturing breasts, resting half in your arms half on your growing belly, with one or two more inside your womb. And I'm there to care for all of you and protect you.

It's such a good fantasy!

[panncakes]

there's a lot to be said about the tragedy of the loss of low-budget campy fantasy shows in western media bc unless they're like high-budget, overly-produced and stripped of any filler they get cancelled after one season of 8 episodes but truly one of the biggest defense in favor of them and why we need them is the malec wedding kiss in shadowhunters

[paesthethyc]

An excuse to draw the Krew SixFanarts but its OUAW ! close-ups:

[elation-station]

You know she would be parading around in a different fancy outfit everyday just to show off to the farmer ♥

[sparrowchute]

Fetch! (+ a little bonus doodle under the cut!)

[echollama]

好想玩猫猫😭😭😭 (if her eyes look weird it's because I included her lazy eye)

[likea-black-widow-baby]

So Kathryn Hahn put her whole pussy into episode 8 with the trial and her sacrifice and how she's a punchline ghost???

[good-beans]

(Okay wait I saw someone else post about hallucination, can I yell about one of the songs?)

I'm just. Insane over the emotion poured into the live version of AKAA. I didn't expect this song to hit me so hard but Shun Horie really packed it with even more sadness and desperation than the original, and it was the death of me. My favorite part of the song has always been the "mama" section, and the fact that he sounds like he's crying through it??? The two held-out screams at the end????

And the visuals make me equally crazy. The fact that he committed to the blue hair and full outfit makes it really feel like Haruka is there on stage. It really got to me realizing this was his dream come true. He's the center of attention. He's under the spotlight. Finally. He has a huge crowd watching him, looking at him, cheering for him, loving him. He looks so small surrounded by all those people. He looks out to them in disbelief, in pleading.

I don't know man. I'm emotional.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

No thoughts head empty...

Lowkey insane because Shadow locked Mephiles in the Scepter of Darkness and Mephiles swore revenge

And then he sat in the object for years stewing in it

And when he came out and absorbed Shadow's shadow he went off about how ironic this all is, and started talking about how he was gonna send Shadow to oblivion...

And then like 5 minutes later after meeting Shadow properly he's like "Never mind! I love him actually. I need him. I need him bad. I will do anything to convince him to join me and rule the world with me." He wants Shadow so bad it makes him look stupid. After 100 times of saying he will never join Mephiles, even if the humans he's protecting will end up destroying him, Mephiles was still like "Last chance! Join me and we can rule together and destroy together and no one can chain you down!"

But Shadow really isn't innocent in this either! Because he seems pretty uncomfortable with Mephiles when they meet, but then he just becomes curious about him. So curious in fact that he strands himself in the future without any chaos emeralds or knowledge that he can return, JUST so he can learn what Mephiles's deal is

Like Mephiles liked Shadow so much it just completely threw years of revenge thirsting in the trash, and Shadow was so interested in Mephiles it honestly kind of overrode reason in him for a bit

The world really is lucky that Shadow the Hedgehog decided who he is during StH 2005 and solidified that in StH 2006 and that Mephiles is the type to put his deep seated desires before any terrifically compelling relationship because otherwise the two would be together in some form and they'd be everyone's problem

[cooltuna69]

Okay but. Watched episode 4 again today and. Holy SHIT Jayden Revri ATE and LEFT NO CRUMBS that ending part was soooo good

[nartblartmallcop]

not to be that guy but i feel bad for cletus :(

[cerebrobullet]

there's a kind of hilarious loop i've done where, being raised christian conservative, i hated harry potter as a kid because my parents told me it was satan worship. but now as a progressive adult i hate harry potter because jk rowling is a transphobic terf POS. the fact she sucks at world building is just a bonus.

[korrasamibottles]

For @wukoweek2024 Day 5: Angst:

“I've had moon peaches before, Wu."

"Mmmm not like this you haven't,” Wu says, plucking a slice from the plate and reaching for a bowl of hot pepper sauce, his mouth curling up in a smile. His lips look petal-soft, and Mako drops his gaze down to his own hands.

“Isn't that for the dumplings?” he asks, picking at a hangnail and tracking Wu's movements out of the corner of his eye.

“So what?” Wu shrugs and spoons a bit of the sauce onto the peach, bright red over deep gold like an arc of flame at his fingertips. “You can do whatever you want.”

In which doorknobs are melted, insects are rescued, and Mako learns there's more to life than just surviving.