#but i can't decide if i want the back to say “baby i'm bored” (like the iconic nicky shirt) or if it should have more lyrics from faster

[butchreg]

cg ! caitvi with a sickly baby headcanons !!

requested by @sugaaarcookie ! this was sent awhile ago so i hope that you're back to healthy by now my friend !! nevertheless i hope you like these :3 i'm not taking fic requests atm so i decided on headcanons between the two. i hope you enjoy ♡✧( •⌄• ) arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

the most attentive cgs ever ! vi is always cuddling you despite your fever while caitlyn scolds him , and constantly checks your temperature.

caitlyn is more realistic in her fussing , pouting at the fact that you're too sick for her to kiss your cute little face. she's constantly scolding vi , reminding him that if he continues touching your feverish skin , he's likely to get sick too. she keeps her distance physically , wanting to stay well enough to take care of you but vi can't resist your feeble cries for him and cait.

"oh shhhh , bubba. ma's here," you'll curl into his side , and he can't help but kiss your head to stop your whines. "i know , i know. being sickie suc- is so hard." he'll change his wording upon a stern look from caitlyn.

while caitlyn is physically distant , she fusses over you soo much , making you soup and tea and ensuring that you have enough cool pillows and enough blankets.

it pains her that she can't hold you. she'll tuck you in , feeling your forehead , and cooing at it's heat. "poor baby ," she'll say sympathetically. "could you eat a little soup for mummy ? how's your tummy feeling ?"

vi will make sure you're never bored , often taking a few of your discarded stuffies and having them act out a scene or have a chat with him. if you want something you're not really supposed to have when sick , maybe a spot of ice cream , you can persuade him occasionally but never caitlyn. your feeble little voice breaks his heart , how could he deprive you of a little sweet treat ?

vi will often come in as backup for caitlyn when it's time for your medicine. you tend to protest , refusing the small cup of icky liquid. "come on , kiddo. it'll make you feel better , i promise," he'll say , offering you a pinky to swear on. you're stubborn , turning your head as caitlyn urges you to open your mouth. "c'mon , little love. say aaah !" vi will add onto his previous remark , "when have i ever broken a promise ?"

both cait and vi will praise you every time you accept your medicine , or manage to eat your soup or drink your tea. caitlyn will clap , telling you what a nice job you did. vi will smile , "there ya go , you'll be feeling better in no time." he'll remind you how brave you are and that you need sustenance to grow all big and strong like him.

if you're to get out of bed , caitlyn will fuss , worried you're not well enough. "oh sweetheart , mummy will help you. do you need to go potty , what's the matter ?"

vi almost always ends up sick due to his constant cuddles and kisses with his baby. caitlyn sighs when she hears that first cough. "just got a little something in my throat ," he'll insist , but the next morning he's bed bound as well , caitlyn insists upon this. she chuckles at his protests. "honestly , you're worse than the baby ," she'll jest , with a little smile shaking her head a bit. she scolds him , unable to keep herself from adding an "i told you so" but she tends to both of you with the utmost care , love , and attention.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Good Luck, Babe!

Pairing: Jackie x Fem! Reader 3k words

Summary: she was yours, but to everyone else she was Jeff's.

Warnings: internalized homophobia, cheating (kind of?). Sort of fluffy with a ton of angst and an angsty ending

I used so many lines or quotes from Good Luck, Babe! in this, so enjoy.

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It was times like these you loved the most. Time spent in your bedroom, getting ready for parties together. Just you and Jackie. There was no pressure for perfection, no Jeff or Shauna to take Jackie's attention from you. Your definition of paradise.

You sat on your bed, watching as Jackie tried on outfit after outfit in front of you, trying to decide what to wear. You'd said some variation of "that looks good" to all of them, but Jackie still wasn't satisfied. She had to look perfect.

Not that you ever thought she didn't.

"What about this one?" She looked up at you, hazel eyes wide and questioning. 'This one' was a denim miniskirt and long sleeved baby blue top that showed just a hint of stomach.

"I like that a lot. You look good in blue."

Jackie sighs, like you've personally affronted her by not falling to your knees and proclaiming her beauty. You're about to succumb to stooping that low, just to get her to finally choose an outfit. Before you can, she nods and plops down at your vanity to finish up her hair.

"You could be a little more enthusiastic, you know." Jackie pouts up at you, brush midway through her hair.

It takes a lot for you to not roll your eyes. It's not that you don't care, but after outfit number five you always tend to get a little bored.

"Jax, you know you look good in everything." Standing up from your bed, you walk up behind her; staring at her face in the mirror. It's the truth. You think she looks stunning in everything.

Jackie, in turn, rolls her eyes at you in the vanity mirror, clearly exasperated with you. Before she can say anything, though, you tilt her head towards you and press a kiss to her lips. She, as expected, goes bright red at the action, and you can't help but laugh. No matter how many times you've kissed her, she always reacts the same way.

"I'm in the middle of something." She's pouting now, and lightly swats at your arm in what appears to be retaliation.

You want to say 'so I can't kiss my girlfriend anymore?', but you're not sure if that would land. Technically, she wasn't your girlfriend. Which totally didn't bother you. At all. It also totally didn't bother you that she was still dating Jeff. Kind of. It's complicated.

So, instead of continuing to pester her, you sit back on the edge of your bed, watching her as she continued to get ready. It doesn't take long before she's looking down at you impatiently, like somehow you were the one making her wait.

"I'm ready."

"I see that," you reply, standing up from your position on the bed, wrapping your arm around Jackie's waist before pressing a kiss to her cheek. She flushes yet again, and you wonder if she'll ever get used to your affection. Even behind closed doors, she's scared of people seeing you. It's fine. It's cool. Didn't bother you at all.

Soon, she's dragging you towards your car, all energy and life. So Jackie you can barely stand it. If it were up to you, the two of you wouldn't even be going to this stupid party. You'd be sat up in your bedroom, watching another shitty romcom. Unfortunately for you, Jackie decided she needed to make an appearance. Popular girl bullshit, you presumed, but what Jackie wanted, Jackie got. Especially when it came to you.

So, begrudgingly, you found yourself driving to Lottie's party, Jackie chattering to you excitedly from the passenger seat. You tried to enjoy it while it lasted, knowing she'd pretend you barely exist as soon as you walk in the door.

Part of you wanted to call it off, break up with her and make her figure her shit out. But then she'd look at you the way she is now, like you're the only person in the world who matters, and all thoughts of a breakup leave your mind.

The short rest of the drive is spent like that, Jackie talking and you listening. It's nice. Peaceful, even. The way the two of you can just be. No expectations, just each other. At least in the confines of your car.

About ten minutes later, you've pulled up to Lottie's house- no, mansion, and you steel yourself to brave the partygoers. Steel yourself to watch Jackie and Jeff be all over each other, even though Jackie always promises you that she won't be. It'll probably be even worse tonight, after Natalie decided to insinuate that the two of you were a couple a couple of days ago. Jackie swore up and down that the two of you were nothing, but somehow Nat knew the truth. And that scared Jackie, so you knew that tonight she was going to drown herself in Jeff, surround herself with boy, something you knew you could never give her.

As you step inside, Jackie beelines to the drinks, leaving you in the foyer of Lottie's massive home. Great.

You weren't totally sure if Shauna had shown up yet, and you knew that none of your other friends would be there. So, you set off to find something to occupy your time. You could find Jackie, but watching her with Jeff sounds like your nightmare, so that idea's out the window.

Instead, you decide to see if Shauna was at the party already. If nothing else, it gave you something to do. You wander around the party for a bit, saying hi to people you know, having a few short conversations with them. It's not exactly your idea of a good time, but it's better than standing up against the wall by yourself.

Half an hour later, you finally spot Shauna and breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god. You walk over to her, grateful to finally have someone to talk to.

"Where's Jackie?" are the first words out of her mouth, and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes.

"I'm not totally sure. I saw her with Jeff a little bit ago, but haven't since."

"She ditched you pretty fast." Shauna gives you a look, and you shrug. You knew Shauna had some idea of what was going on with you and Jackie, but she didn't know everything. And for Jackie's sake, you were going to keep it that way.

Not that Shauna would care, not really. And Jackie knew that. The issue was that if anyone, even Shauna, knew her secret, Jackie wouldn't be able to lie to herself anymore.

So, your mouth remained firmly shut. No one, absolutely no one, really knew what you and Jackie were. Maybe you were a fool for living in the closet for her. Yet you didn't want to lose her. There wasn't a way for you to win this.

"Let's go find her." Shauna's words snap you out of your thoughts, and you nod, following as she makes her way through the bodies of your classmates. At least with Shauna there, you had someone to talk to when Jeff and Jackie got to be too much.

It didn't take long to find Jackie, and as expected, she was tangled up with Jeff. When she saw you, she didn't move away from him, but she did shoot you a smile. At least she was acknowledging your existence. That was a win.

Jackie began to talk to Shauna, something about the game that weekend. You weren't really listening, too distracted by the way Jeff's arms wrapped around Jackie, trapping her close to him. She has to feel suffocated like that, someone she doesn't really want keeping her so close.

You realize, after a moment, that you're staring. It's then that you snap out of it, not wanting to look jealous. Even though you definitely were.

The group of you stayed like that for the rest of the party, occasionally someone leaving to get a drink, or one of the other girls from the soccer team stopping to talk. The only thing you found yourself doing, though, was staring at Jackie. You so badly wanted to pull her away, drive her home, and have her undivided attention. For now, though, you were stuck at this stupid party, your not-girlfriend cuddled up with a guy right in front of your face. This was hell.

Eventually, though, you did get to leave. Jackie untangled herself from Jeff, but not before he could give her a kiss. You clenched your fists at your sides, resisting the urge to to throttle Jeff. Not that you'd get very far, but it's the principle of the thing.

You make your way back to your car, Jackie chattering to you as you went.

'You'll be at the game tomorrow, right?" she asks as you slide into the driver's seat.

"Yeah, of course." Tentatively, you reach across the console, silently asking her to hold your hand. She accepts, and you smile. She still wanted you. Even if she didn't act like it in public, she still wanted you.

This time, the ride is a bit quieter, Jackie not talking much. You rub your thumb across the skin of her hand, and she squeezes yours in return.

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The next morning, you're sitting on the bleachers, watching Jackie play. You note the lack of Jeff in the stands, and wonder if Jackie told him not to come, or he just didn't want to. Either way, you were happy.

You watch as the Yellowjackets score goal after goal, cheering obnoxiously every time Jackie scores. Of course, you can't be too focused on her, but it's hard not to be. The way she plays is just so mesmerizing, and she looks like she just belongs on the field.

The game is mostly uneventful, the Yellowjackets crushing the other team like usual. You move to your car to wait as Jackie talks to Coach, then Shauna. Finally, fifteen minutes later, Jackie bounds up to you. She's smiling like crazy, and her bangs are sticking to her forehead from sweat. You've never wanted to kiss her so badly.

You roll down the window so that you're able to hold a conversation with her.

"We won."

"Yes, I know. I was there."

She rolls her eyes, bouncing around to the other side of the car and getting inside.

"You could pretend to be excited," she huffs, giving you a look.

"Did you not hear me cheering for you?"

She laughs, and you're glad her sour mood was just for show.

"Do you wanna grab lunch?" she asks, looking at you with pleading eyes. Even if you were going to say no, which you weren't, you couldn't have resisted that face.

"Yeah, you have any ideas?" You had to focus intently on not grinning like a lovestruck fool, but it was difficult considering Jackie had just asked you out on a date. Kind of. It was still complicated.

"There's that cute little coffee shop that Shauna's obsessed with. I've been a couple of times, the food was honestly pretty good. We could go there?" She glanced at you, waiting for your response.

You shrug, giving a small nod. "Yeah, that sound's good."

Jackie smiles, and quickly glances around the parking lot and adjacent soccer field. When she sees that you're the only people left there, she leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. She's blushing, as always, but seems a bit more confident this time. It warms your heart, and you wonder if maybe, just maybe, she's coming to terms with the fact that she's a lesbian.

She settles back into the passenger seat and starts to animatedly describe each of the plays from the game. You're not paying much attention to what she's saying, more focused on her voice and her scent from the seat next to yours. You'd never admit it, but you loved the way she was after a game. A little bit imperfect. A lot more Jackie. You sort of wished she was like that all the time.

"-although, I swear to god, if Natalie shows up late to another practice, I'm going to lose my mind. We're on track to make it to states, maybe even nationals. Yet Nat thinks she can just skip because she's screwing some college guy." Jackie chatters on about team dynamics and who she wishes was more invested in making it to nationals, while you half listen.

"How has she not gotten benched, if she's consistently late or missing?" you inquire, briefly turning to Jackie before focusing back on the road.

"I don't fucking know, honestly. Probably because she's still a decent player, even if she ditches practice. It's just so annoying." She sounds slightly exasperated, and you squeeze her knee for a bit of comfort.

"I'm sure she'll come back around soon. She's never been known to keep a fuck buddy around for long," you remark, citing what the rumor mill had told you about Natalie Scatorccio. You didn't know the girl that well, but she seemed nice. Even if Jackie often had complaints.

Jackie shrugs. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Doesn't make it any less annoying now, though."

You nod in agreement, and Jackie goes back to talking. This time, though, she's debating a color scheme for her and Shauna's future Rutgers dorm. You weigh in when she asks, telling her your preferences, or giving her examples of colors Shauna might like. By the time you get to the coffee shop, she still hasn't decided on a theme. The topic, however, is changed once you order your lunch and sit down at a table by the windows.

It's nice, being with her like this. It feels like a real date, like you're not hiding that you're together from everyone you know. Or, well, like you're actually together in the first place. Not something in-between where there's no label, no saying 'we're girlfriends', not even to each other.

You shove those thoughts out of your mind, focusing on what's in front of you. How Jackie's sitting across from you, smiling, laughing, talking about anything and everything. Treating you like you're the most important person alive.

Lunch continues like that, like a real date, and you find yourself falling harder for her than you thought possible. The way she got so excited about things she's passionate about. The way she talks with her hands. The way she hits her foot against yours under the table when she thinks you're not paying attention.

Eventually, though, when you'd been at the coffee shop for a couple of hours, and both of you were finished with your meals, you did have to leave. Jackie had plans with Shauna, and you had to work on an essay for English class.

You dropped Jackie off at her house, and she smiled back at you while walking to the front door. The way she looked at you made your heart absolutely melt, and for a moment, nothing but her mattered.

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`Jeff was climbing out her window.

Jeff fucking Sadecki was climbing out of Jackie Taylor's window, and you were supposed to be okay with that.

Why wouldn't you be, right? Why wouldn't you be okay with that? It's not like Jackie was your girlfriend or anything.

The thing was, you understood that she wanted the protection of Jeff in public. Why she felt the need to stay in the closet. You understood. You never wanted to make her uncomfortable, or to push her to do things she wasn't ready for.

What you didn't understand, though, is why Jeff was inside her house. With Jackie. And you didn't know about it.

How long had it been happening? How long had she been seeing Jeff without you knowing?

You were suddenly furious, angrier than you had ever thought possible. She was so self absorbed, so stuck in her own shit, that she didn't even think about how this would affect you.

Waiting until Jeff's car disappears down the street, you get out and walk to the door of the Taylor home. Knocking on the door, you wait for a response, silently hoping Jackie's parent's aren't home. You don't want them to bear witness to what's about to happen. You may be pissed at Jackie, but you still loved her, and didn't want her parents finding out about what had been going on between the two of you.

When a few minutes later Jackie opens the door, the first words out of your mouth are "Are your parents home?"

"No. Are you okay?"

Instead of answering, you push past her, storming up to her bedroom. She follows, completely confused, still asking questions.

"Are you sleeping with him?" You finally ask, turning around to face her. Jackie's face goes completely white, all the blood rushing from it. That's all you need to confirm your suspicions.

"What the fuck, Jackie. You didn't even have the fucking decency to tell me? You were just what? Going to fuck him, be his fucking girlfriend, when we both know full fucking well that you don't like boys? Jesus Christ."

You pause for a moment, but before Jackie can get a word in, you're back to your angered ranting.

"One day, when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, you're going to put your head in your hands and realize you're nothing more than his wife. And when you think about me, all those years ago? You're going to hate to say it, but I fucking told you so. Good fucking luck, babe." Without waiting for a response, you push past her again, stomping down the stairs, outside, and back into your car.

Before she can catch up to you, if she was even trying to, you pulled out into the street and drove away. It's not until your halfway home that you're crying, realizing what just happened. You can barely see the road through your tears, and faintly, you realize that the mixtape she made for you is playing through the speakers of your car. You can't bring yourself to turn it off.

[happylandfill23]

ok my earlier statement about needing a plain t-shirt and transfer paper and a printer that doesn't suck is even more important now. just designed a shirt :o

[uzurakis]

hii! could you please do like after a really big argument it like gets to the point that the reader wants to break up with then and how they would handle it? i just request that choso is one of them<3

WANT US TO BREAK UP, YOU SAY?

featuring: choso kamo. gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi.

n. hi nonnie! thanku for the req. i usually don't write for choso, this is the first time i'm writing for him, i hope it doesn't stray out of his character. confession: i didnt proofread so.. enjoy </3

GOJO SATORU

the room was heavy with silence after your heated argument. you stood near the desk, arms crossed, emotions swirling. as for him, gojo leaned against the wall, his sunglasses off, revealing eyes that bore into you with a mix of frustration.

"this isn't working, satoru," you fidgeted your nails and shifted your feet. "i think we should break up."

he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you. "hell no," he said firmly, those blue eyes you know so well never leaving yours. "i'm not letting that happen."

you clenched your fists, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. "you can't just decide that for me. we’ve been fighting constantly, and it’s exhausting.”

the man crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping just in front of you. "we're not breaking up," he repeated, voice low and steady. "you're upset, i'm mad, and we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we break up."

tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "you don't get it, satoru. i can't keep doing this.”

he reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping your wrist. "you’re not leaving," he said, his tone softening but still commanding. "we can fix this. together."

you tried to pull away, but his grip held you in place. "toru, this isn't just about one fight.” then his grip changed into him interlocking his fingers with you. “we keep hurting each other…”

his expression softened, but his grip remained steady. "i know, and i'm sorry, darling. but running away won't solve anything. i love you, and i'm willing to fight for us."

NANAMI KENTO

nanami’s expression remained calm, but you could see the tension in his eyes. he took a deep breath and walked over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. “please, sit down,” he said softly, gesturing to the couch. “we need to talk about this calmly.”

you hesitated, still seething with emotion, but his gentle tone made you relent. you sat down, crossing your arms defensively. nanami sat beside you, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough to show he was there for you.

“why do you want to break up?” he asked, his voice steady and soothing.

“like i said,” stating once again. unlike his, your voice cracked. “i feel like we don't have time for each other, not like we used to.”

he nodded, listening intently. “i understand,” he said, his tone even. “but breaking up isn’t the solution, sweetheart. we need to address it.”

nanami reached out, taking your hand in his. his touch was warm and reassuring. “every relationship has its challenges,” he said gently. “what matters is how we handle them. i believe we can work through this if we’re both willing to try.”

CHOSO KAMO

his eyes widened in shock, and before you could react, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you. his embrace was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. “please, don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. “you can’t just say that, baby.”

you struggled against his hold, tears streaming down your face. “choso, don’t hold me back..”

he held you tighter, saying soothing words despite the urgency. “i know it’s been hard for both of us, but never say that, i don't want to hear you say that again.”

feeling the warmth and genuineness of his embrace, you drew in a shaky breath and found yourself losing resolve. “i just, i don’t know what to do with us.” your voice breaking.

choso loosened his hold just enough to meet your gaze, his love and concern visible in his eyes. “every relationship has its struggles, but i'm sure we both can overcome them. i love you, and i’m committed to working through this with you. so please, i dont want to give up on us yet."

he gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. “i’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. are you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend’s shocked eyes became wider. “what? no!” he took a step forward, expressing a mix of disbelief and urgency. “that’s not how you solve this problem.”

with a hand raked through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. "i understand that we've been fighting a lot, but splitting up isn't the answer. we have to discuss our concerns and work towards–”

“i’m fucking trying, okay?” you hurried to cut his explanation. “you always have a logical answer for everything,” biting your lower lip, is he seeing that you don't need reasoned answers? but simply, perhaps some reassurance? “but it doesn’t change how i feel. it hurts, and i don’t see a way out of this.”

megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “i’m sorry.”

“…”

“look, i need you to hear me,”

“i don’t want to fight either, heck, i’m too tired to argue,” he gently pulled you into an embrace. “but i don’t want to lose you. i can't promise you, but we can find a way to make this better."

"let’s be patient and work through our problems one step at a time.”

@uzurakis

[yeyinde]

stalker!Simon decides to have a little fun with his favourite camgirl.

the message comes up halfway into your "show."

it's a boring night. slow. you wear a lingerie set one of your viewers sent in beneath a silk robe, all in a pretty pastel pink—cliche, but it works; an uncomfortably disgusting version of hair theory unfolding in front of your eyes—and discreetly chug wine when you twist away to grab a new toy. a series of pale pink vibrators, nipple clamps. mundane depravity for what's shaping up to be a lacklustre night.

but the money that pours in from these little shows (adult version of classic party games—hide and seek, would you rather, truth or dare) is one step closer to erasing your debts. student loans. car payments. rent. you smile so wide it aches, and put your best face on when you blink, coquettish and coy, at the camera where nameless, faceless men throw money in a ring for a scrap of your attention.

tonight's game is Simon Says. and it's supposed to be normal. boring.

but a message from a viewer named Simon (in a sea of many who cheekily changed their usernames to match the theme of the game) stands out.

Simon says... go lock your door.

you blink. between all of the Simon Says touch yourself for me baby, pull your shirt down, lemme fuck you for real it sticks out. a change in the routine.

you huff, pouting. "already did that, Simon. c'mon, gimme something else to do, honey."

another one pops up. Simon says... you shouldda got a dog.

your brows furrow. "that's not part of the game, Simon. i'm gonna move on—"

Simon says... open your door.

he's paying you handsomely. dropping coins, large amounts of money, for each message to shoot to the top. little superchats. why he isn't taking advantage of it and paying you to do something sexy, something lewd, unnerves you. your heart starts to race, thudding against your ribs almost painfully.

it's fine, you think. he's just a creep. a loser. "uh huh, not part of the game, Simon. i'm afraid i'm gonna have to cut you off—"

you block him. they don't normally get under your skin like this. ever. at all. even when they throw random names in your dms, hoping one of them happens to be yours, and try to blackmail you to your fake friends and family. it doesn't bother you as much as this. as him. get a dog. how absurd.

the next series of chats pass without the same odd comments. take your bra off, but leave the robe on. act coy, like you don't want to—

creeps, you think, in their own right. but. paying ones. so, you smile. stiff. uncomfortable. grinning so wide it hurts. pretending to ignore the strange unease growing in your guts. your eyes sliding back to the superchats saved in a glowing log. let me in. a troll. whatever. it's nothing. nothing. you'll drink wine after this, scrub your skin raw in the shower and buy yourself something pretty with the money these greasy losers threw your way—

Simon says... let me in.

you feel your heart in your throat. it can't be him. you blocked him. you have mods to keep trolls out of your chats, but wonder—hopefully—if maybe it failed. maybe they found your stream are just being weird. strange. but when you check, the filters are on. he's a registered user. paid the premium to watch you. to get an invite to your special game nights. it makes it worse, you think, that he paid to be here. to do this.

your hand shakes. you block this user, too, ignoring the discomfort churning inside your chest. the fear spiking along the nape of your neck. hair raising. there's a prickle on your skin. the feeling of being watched

no. it's fine. you're fine—

"ah, what else should i do, Simon?" you ask your viewers, pulling on another smile. one that hurts. aches. wobbles around the edges. you'll end the stream in a few minutes. order Thai food. drink yourself stupid. take the day off tomorrow. use this creeps money and waste it. blow it on something stupid. dumb. laugh about it with your friends.

your shoulders dip. the tension easing. you're fine. you're at home. the door—

you locked it. right? you definitely, absolutely, locked it when you brought in the package from the delivery driver. the massive, hulking man who loomed in your doorway, too wide, even, to fit inside, and growled out in a low, brassy timbre: sign 'ere. you took the pen, pretending he wasn't drilling holes into you with his gaze, eyes liquid in the dark. intense. wanting. and then scurried inside—

back pressed against the door, hands wrapped around the lingerie set.

you glance at the chat. "which Simon bought me this cute set? i'd like to thank them personally," you murmur, forcing your shoulders to drop. it's fine. you live in the middle of nowhere. no one is coming to your door.

there's no takers in the chat. you shift on the chair, licking your lips. "it's really cute, Simon. a perfect size, too, and i just—"

something catches your eye in the corner of the monitor. a movement. a slight shift. a whisper of fabric. you tilt your chin, peering into the hazy black reflection.

what you're looking at doesn't make any sense. your bedroom door is open. a curtain of black drapes over the wall where the pale strip of light doesn't reach.

the washroom light is still on, a yellow spill illuminating the hallway, but nothing is there. no one is in the hall. but you know you closed your door. you always do when you stream. your heart trips over itself. leaps to your throat. you almost choke on it—

another bubble pops up. Simon says... hey. uh, who is that guy behind you?

there's a ringing in your ears. your hair stands on end. something moves again. the black mass wasn't a shadow. it moves. takes shape. the covered head nearly reaches your ceiling, body filling the entirely of your room. massive. a mountain you remember thinking. a fucking mountain, you texted your friend. thighs the size of tree trunks—

a hand reaches out, grabs hold of your power bar. thick gloved fingers curling over the button. in the bluegreen glow of your computer screen, a man steps out.

"glad y'liked it, pet." the deep, brassy drawl sends shivers down your spine. you try to scream, mouth opening wide to choke it out, yell for help—

your chat bubbles up, feverish in their excitement. you skin through the messages, stomaching churning as it clicks in your head. their rabidness isn't about saving you, but—

(omg he's gonna fuck her pron??? we're getting pron????? no fucking wayyyyy god i wish it were me—)

this isn't a fucking bit, you morons, you want to howl. call the fucking police—

but he gets there first. two strides. it happens in a blink. the screen goes back and he's on you in seconds.

you're not even sure how someone so big, so heavy, could move that quietly—

"ah-ah, none o'tha' now," his hand curls around your neck, tight. choking. you try to fight but he just huffs, breathing in deep, chest expanding across your spine as his other hand snakes around your waist, trapping you against a corded forearm. he bends down, nuzzles his jaw into your crown. coos:

"Simon says... turn around for me pretty girl, an' be good, now. went through all this trouble t'find you. think i deserve a little reward—"

[vanesycho]

Hey! I was just thinking about how would Jaemin who finds it hard to control himself and not to leave his pervert thoughts win , and his innocent gf who just willing to do whatever her bf wants would be so interesting , and how Jaemin's thoughts win in the end of the day ...

Thank you for your request🤍 I'm not very satisfied with what I wrote but I hope you like it🫶🏻

innocent f!reader x perv!jaemin

Warning:Smut,Jaemin being perv,doggystyle

wc:1,5k

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"Can you hand me my phone that's next to you?" Jaemin looked at you, then to his side and smiled slightly when he saw his phone. “Why don’t you get it yourself?” You looked up from the book you were reading and turned to your boyfriend, you ran your finger through the page of the book so you wouldn’t lose it, then you reached over Jaemin towards your phone. Jaemin watched the view with a grin, watching how your hips were exposed, how you arched your waist. He let out a low but deep moan.

As you were about to grab your phone and sit back down, a hand between your legs stopped you, turned to him. Jaemin was still smirking at your ass, his hand slow and gentle, his hand trailing up your inner thigh, briefly grazing your pussy. Jaemin took a deep breath, thinking for a moment about how he would bend you over from behind and fuck you until you passed out. “Lie down here.” You looked at him in disbelief, letting him guide you with his hands, making you lie face down and sideways on his legs so he could get a better look at your ass.

You didn’t question it too much and picked up your book and continued reading, Jaemin looked over your body from head to toe as he leaned his head against the headboard. He placed both hands on your hips and rested them there, trying to steady himself as your shorts had slipped up a little. You had sex often because of his general horniness, but how could he ever get enough of you? Such innocent behavior towards him was causing him to go crazy. You continued reading your book, Jaemin just hoped you didn’t notice the swelling underneath you.

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Towards the evening, you had decided to watch a movie because you were bored. You brought the popcorn into the living room, and when you leaned over to put it on the table, he took a deep breath and took his eyes off you. You turned to him. “Are you okay, baby?” He gave you a small smile and opened his arms, "I couldn't be better." You giggled and found yourself in his arms, Jaemin turned on the movie and you watched it for a while.

Everything was going pretty normally at first, until you leaned over the table when you had a craving for chocolate, and Jaemin quietly said your name while the image in front of him consisted entirely of your ass, “Y/n...You're going to drive me crazy." You sat down quickly, the feeling of your hips pressing hard against his cock made him hold his breath for a moment, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, making you rub against him. “Jaemin, are you sure you’re okay?” Your eyes were still on the movie, Jaemin looked down and swept his eyes over the curve of your hips. “Keep watching, Y/n.”

You didn't say anything and handed him a piece of chocolate. As he was about to put the piece in his mouth, he saw that the chocolate, which had already melted, was smeared on your lip and he grinned. This time he approached your lips and licked the corner of your lips, then sucked your upper lip and whimpered silently at the taste of chocolate. When he pulled back and saw you looking at him in surprise, he smiled, took the piece in your hand and ate it. "Hm..I liked the taste of the one on your lips better."

You smiled slightly and turned yourself completely towards him and sat on his lap, this time it was him who looked at you with surprise. "Then would you like to eat again?" He grinned and bit his lower lip "Oh I can't say no to that." You kept a piece in your mouth and approached him, Jaemin muttered before taking the piece into your mouth "You have no idea what you're doing." He moved closer to your lips, placing his hands on your hips, moving you in place and causing you to grind against him again. He took the piece of chocolate from your mouth, chewed it for a while, and then kissed you on the lips.

He shamelessly stuck his tongue into your mouth, you couldn't help but moan into his mouth as you felt him caress yours with his tongue. He laid you down on the couch and sat on top of you, stepping back for a breath. “I’ve been holding myself back all day, but you’ve managed to make things hard for me again with your moves.” You watched him take off your pants. "I didn't do anything." he laughed hysterically, pressing himself against you after taking off your panties, you swallowed hard when you realized how swollen his cock was and looked at Jaemin. "Yeah? Still think the same now?"

He got up, you looked at him. "Turn around and bend over." You didn’t wait long and did as he said. Jaemin leaned over and grabbed your hips, licking your pussy a few times before bringing his dick behind you. You let out a moan as you held on tightly to the pillow in front of you, he laughed at that and this time he brought his fingers and started playing with your clit. "You're sensitive every time, your body reacts to the smallest thing, fuck it makes me want to fuck you harder." You whined for a while. "Then do it, please.."

He came closer to you and pulled your hair, placing a kiss on your neck. "Hm? You sure, baby?" You turned your head to him, kissing his lips. “If you want to, do it. It’s my fault that you're your dick swollen all day.” He grinned and pulled back, pressing his cock into you from behind and lingering in your hole for a moment. “A girlfriend who would do anything for her boyfriend, huh? I’m the luckiest man in the world, and to have you,” When he pushed his dick all the way inside you, you let out a loud moan and bowed your head. “And to have your pussy that I can fuck you whenever I want.”

He started moving quickly inside you without getting used to it at all, even though it hurt for a while, you didn’t complain, you knew it would feel good, and you liked it when Jaemin used your body the way he wanted. Jaemin just looked at the way your hips moved as he thrust into you hard. “Fuck, this view is...Enough to make me cum.” He put both of his hands on your waist and pulled you closer as if it was possible, this caused him to enter you easily with harder movements. You couldn't speak or do anything else as your moans turned into screams.

His entire cock was enveloping you, your newly wet juices just starting to surround Jaemin’s cock.The room was filled with your moans, the sound of your bodies, and of course the sound of the movie that was left on. Jaemin was so focused on the pleasure that he couldn’t even hear your sounds, your hole was still tight for him even though he kept fucking you, and oh it drove him crazy every time. He threw his head back, let out deep breaths with his mouth slightly open, closed his eyes for a moment and listened to how beautifully you moaned for him.

His cock continued to squeeze your walls, thrusting hard inside you, "Fuck...I'm close already, fuck you feel so good baby." He spoke between breaths, he could feel that you were close as well so he didn't stop or rest, his movements became irregular in you. "Jaemin...Keep going, please..I-" your sentence was left unfinished, you couldn’t even finish it, you just buried your head in the pillow and continued to moan, Jaemin laughed "Hm? Are you in such a in a difficult situation that you can't even talk? Already?" He licked his dry lips and let out a deep groan, "It's a shame I'm not finished with you yet then."

You whimpered, your legs were already about to give out, you were so wet you could feel it leaking out. "Jaemin-" "I know baby, leave yourself to me," Those words were enough to make you cum, you continued to moan as you reached your orgasm, Jaemin threw his head back with his mouth open. “Fuck.” He then bent his head and pulled his cock out of you, licking his lips as he watched how mixed your juices were. He brought his fingers and caressed it, after standing there for a while, you threw yourself on the couch and looked at him. He smiled at you and kissed your lips "You okay baby?" You nodded, couldn't feel your legs, he was harder than before, you felt exhausted already.

Jaemin looked at the table, looked at the open molten chocolate, picked it up, then looked at you. “Good, now can you handle me eating you out?”

[c0llisiion]

DAY 22 — SEONGHWA

★ npr, f!reader, pregnancy kink , established relationship , unprotected sex — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 581

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day22 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

"Fuckkkkkk...” a drawn-out curse escaped your lips as Seonghwa pounded you from behind. His cock deep in your pussy, hitting all the right spots. 

It all started when Seonghwa and you decided to take a scroll at the park for some relaxation. Thats when he saw the kids playing at the play area and insisted on watching them. "Cuties, aren’t they?” Seonghwa asked with a soft smile. 

You look at him suspiciously. “are you-“ “No, I'm not thinking about those kids in that way.” He said it sternly with a hint of playfulness. 

“Right…” you said, nodding, surprised at the way he knew you so well. “Would be nice to have our own running around, huh?” You say as you gaze at the little kids playing, and then you feel Seonghwa’s eyes bore into you. 

You always knew Seonghwa had a pregnancy thing. And you just set it off. 

And that had you now, moaning and crying into your sheets. Seonghwa’s dick was deep in you. The length going in and out of you at an inhumane pace.

He leaned forward, trapping your body under his build. 

“Fuck baby… pussy taking me in so well, yeah? God fuck, I can't wait to keep breeding you… breed you till you are full with my kids…” His breaths were rapid. Sweat was dripping down his neck. His hands gripping the headboard with dear life, veins popping up on his arms, making sure he didn’t collapse on you. 

You moaned and nodded in response, your brain a mush. His grip on your hips tightened at the response, a low growl escaping his lungs.

“Mmm… yeah baby.. please… please…!” You were just blabbering at this point. Words coming out in just loud pleas. 

Seonghwa smirked before pulling himself up and grabbing a handful of your hair, his lips now inches away from your ears as he continued his relentless thrusts. Your hips now bruised with his finger marks. 

“Yeah? You want to be filled up, don’t you, mama? You wanna walk around with a little baby in you… dont you?… Fuck imagine how hot you would look…” He nuzzled his head against your neck and inhaled your scent before letting out a lewd moan. 

“Im gonna fill this pussy up…” he said while leaving hickeys on the side of your neck. His other hand reached for your sensitive tits, playing with your hardened nipples. 

“Gonna have these beautiful tits filled with milk… yeah… you’re gonna be so soft and sensitive when I put a baby in you, mama….” His words were filled with lust and desire. 

Your head was thrown back against his shoulder, and you let out a shaky moan at his words. Nodding incoherently. 

“Imagine how good you would look with a baby bump princess…” His hips snapped against yours. His cock pulling orgasms after orgasms out of you. You were just jelly in his arms right now. 

“… all swollen, full with my kid, you would be dependent on me for everything…” There was a sinister hint behind his words, but you couldn’t help but get turned on. Your pussy clenching around the angry length. 

“Yeah… you like that dont you? All round and beautiful… and just for me to see… im g-gonna make it come true, baby..." His thrusts were getting sloppy and messy. His breathing was ragged, and you could feel his cock twitching in you, signaling he was close to his orgasm.

You were in for a long night. 

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"Baby-Girl" - Rio X Reader

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Author's Note: The draft clear out continues. I know these characters aren't my usual subjects but Rio from Good Girls ... love to hate his mean ass. I think I may have a few more with him, let me know what you think 😊

Summary: It's your sister-in-law Ruby's 40th birthday so you come into town to show her and her friends a good time. Only you meet a flirty stranger who screams trouble in her house.

Word-Count: 957

Your step falters as you see the G-Wagon parked in front of yours. This is the furthest thing from the neighborhood you see luxury vehicles in. Not to mention it looks kitted out. You can't remember the last time you saw one of these around and wonder if maybe Stan rented it for Ruby’s 40th. But with all the money trouble they’ve been having it seems like an unlikely expense. Continuing to the door you knock three times. Stan doesn't answer, a stranger with a neck tattoo does. Hispanic, tall, dark hair, olive skin and dark eyes.

“Uh… is Ruby home?” you ask skeptical and the stranger steps back looking you over. He likes what he sees.

“Ruby, you didn't say you have a sister” the man calls and Ruby materializes from the corner looking nervous.

“You’re early” she smiles and it feels insincere when you see her two best friends in the house and wave. They too look uneasy.

“Thought I would get ready here instead” you explain wheeling your suitcase forward. “Oh, and Ruby’s my sister-in-law Stan, her husband is my brother” you explain. The man smirks again, his charm is infections but there's something infectious about it.

“Got it baby-girl” he nods.

“Don’t call me baby-girl, unless you’re gonna treat me like it” you smile flirting with the handsome stranger and the ladies give an audible gasp. You laugh a little at the wives crew’s reaction to a little flirting.

“Anyways Ruby, I’m gonna go get dressed and when I get back downstairs we’re leaving. You only turn forty once” you tell her running up the stairs to the bedroom. When your brother Stan suggested you take a trip to lighten things up you were reluctant at first. Beth isn’t Your favorite person despite being Rubys. But Ruby has been having a tough time and you decide to support however you can. Tonight’s theme is Vegas. You get on your showgirl jumpsuit and do a quick face before stepping into your heels. You head back down to find Beth and Mr. Neck tattoo in what looks like a heated conversation. Minding your own business you head to the kitchen without a word. You procure shot glasses and retrieve your special bottles from your suitcase, still chilled to perfection. You turn to see him standing alone in the doorway.

“Expensive bottles,” he comments.

“Who wants to celebrate with the cheap stuff?” You ask. He looks you over giving a satisfied smile and you smile impressed by his presence. 

“Ruby doesn’t seem like the type,” he shrugs, coming closer.

“Of course not she’s  sensible, they have kids and expenses” you say getting the bottle open.

“You don’t?” He asks and you smile.

“I don’t even know your name, you don’t get to know my business,” you comment.

“I’m Rio” he introduces, making you smile.

“No, that’s not your name. You don’t look Brazilian, so your mom named you something classic, religious” you say knowing people from your years of service work.

“You’re good,” he nods with a smirk.

“And your trouble. I know because you’re not sweating or stuttering around me like all of Stan’s other friends.” You confess.

“I'm not your brother's friend,” he responds, and you look him over again. It makes sense, he’s far too cool to be a friend of Stans.

“No?”

“Nah, Beth and I’s kids play soccer together,” he says smoothly.

“I’m sure you’re a hit with all the moms. I’d be bored of the Deanzies too” you confess pouring tequila into shot glasses and cutting the lime. Tequila before champagne is a surefire way to make sure these ladies have fun.

“You bartend?” he asks perceptively.

“Yup” You nod as Annie enters. Her outfit isn’t to theme and she takes a shot without waiting for Ruby.

“That’s like a $400 bottle of champagne” she says looking at the bottle with watery eyes.

“For Ruby” you justify.

“Who spends that on booze!” she exclaims.

“A lot of people do,” you inform and she huffs.

“You spent four hundred dollars on champagne!” Ruby emerges.

“This guy who’s into me asked me what I wanted and I said a bottle of Ace because I knew I was coming here for a milestone. Why don’t you ladies stop being the IRS and relax” you snap as Beth emerges with a black duffle and hands it to Rio.

“What does he get in return?” Ruby asks unimpressed.

“For a bottle?” You scoff. “A thank you” you shrug.

“Must be the ass,” Annie says, making you laugh.

“It’s my job to know who’s generous. Stan! Nope, Dean well god bless him, I know girls that could get him to spend mortgage money. Annie, you had a good one” you deduce handing the ladies their drinks. Beth sends you a heated glance full of animosity. Rio chuckles seemingly amused.

“What about him?” Annie asks glaring at the tattooed visitor. He raises a brow with a smirk.

“Nope; and he’s got it too. He’s possessive so he’d probably cash out on his wife and kids. You know, as an ego thing. Might leave a good tip for his regulars. Not just anyone though.” You say throwing a shot back. “Am I right?” You ask and he smiles heading towards you, his cologne is intoxicating and expensive.

“She’s trouble Ruby” he says. “Nice meeting you baby-girl” he says reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. He places it in your hands. “On me”. He walks out without a care in the world and you count five hundred dollars.

“Happy birthday Ruby!” You smile handing her the funds.

“You have to teach me how to do that” Annie remarks as Ruby and Beth look shocked.

Part Two

[darknight3904]

𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩

𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘞𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯.

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 & 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 (2024).

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.1 𝘬

𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 / 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 / 𝘔𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

This is the alternative version of Ghostbusters. I couldn't decide which I liked more so I'm posting both...

Special thanks to @marifilue and @n4muqr for requesting a Halloween-themed one-shot.

Wade Wilson was having a wonderful day. He'd woken up with Vanessa beside him, Mary at his feet, and Al had even made him a cup of coffee.

Of course, all good things couldn't last forever and now he was in Spirit Halloween with three of the most boring people on Earth.

"You guys can't just sit Halloween out." Wade sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose

"Why not?" Logan sighs

"Because it's your first one in a new universe and since you're all my friends you have a standard to uphold," Wade says

"I thought we were just going to stay inside and watch scary movies," Laura said

"God what a snooze fest you three are." Wade groaned in Laura's face before turning to the couple in front of him, "You two finally got together and you're telling me you don't want to have a couples costume? Seriously? It's been two full stories, plus a few extra parts and no costumes? The readers are going to be so sad!"

He watches you and Logan exchange a long look before opening your mouths again, "No."

"God it's like Ebenezer Scrooge but for Halloween!" Wade leans forward and shakes Logan by the shoulders "Do you know how important Halloween is?"

"Baby, maybe you should just accept that they don't want to dress up. You guys have both had your fair share of holidays I'm sure right?" Vanessa asks as you nod in agreement.

Logan growls and pushes Wade's hands from him, mumbling a fuck off as he watches You and Laura go to look at the giant animatronics the store has.

"In the words of my queen, Cady Herron, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it."

Logan looks over at Wade like he's lost it. Maybe he has, quoting Mean Girls to a man who is pushing 200.

"Are you picking up what I'm putting down?" Wade grins

"No. I don't even know a Cady." Logan sighs tiredly as Vanessa laughs at him

"Trust me, it'll be worth it if you convince your lady to dress up. I'm talking about the skimpiest costumes to ever exist. Have you looked at the women's section here? Barely clothes. Trust me, you'll love it." Wade pats his back

"And what are you going as?" Logan asks, his voice full of doubt

"Batman." Wade smiles, "And Vanessa here isgoing as Cat Woman. She's got the latex suit and everything. I'm so excited!"

Logan groans next to him, clearly not interested in Wade's fantasies as the annoying man pulls Vanessa in for a hug.

"If you want to dress up, you can. Don't let Logan and I stop you." You say, thinking of the past 70 years, "We've both had enough Halloweens in our lifetimes."

"I dunno...What would I even go as?" Laura says hesitantly glancing around the many costumes that sit on the racks

"Anything you want." You say looking to your right where a sexy "nun" stares back.

Laura looks between you and the costume like you're crazy.

"Okay, within reason." You laugh, "No sexy nuns this year."

You follow Laura around the store as she combs over the vast selection the store has. You're pretty sure Wade has dragged you into the biggest Spirit Halloween there was.

"What about this one?" Laura asks, her hands landing on one costume

"Hey, that's a great choice," Vanessa says, catching up to the two of you.

"Perfect." You nod in approval

"Can I get one of those fake knives that has the blood in it?" Laura asks eagerly, looking at you and then up at Logan.

Logan heaves a sigh but nods anyway and watches as Laura dashes off with Wade hot on her heels, dragging Vanessa with him as he chants something about being movie-accurate.

"Ghost Face?" Logan asked you hesitantly

"Hey, she can be Ghost Face all she wants. Just be glad she didn't pick the sexy nun or the hottie nurse one." You laugh

"She'd be leaving costumeless if she asked for anything like that." Logan chuckles

Your eyes widen as Laura pulls a sword half the size of her body out of a bin.

"I don't think he had a sword in the movie," Logan says

"Laura check this one out!" Wade exclaims as Vanessa turns away from her boyfriend and pretends she doesn't know him, he swings a large foam bat with fake wire on it, "Call me JDM the way I'm about to go Negan on everyone!"

You look over a few more costumes with Logan, not intending to buy anything but, some of them were just too funny not to look at. Seriously, were people actually walking around as an inflatable banana?

"Listen if you want to dress up, you can," Logan says from his place next to you, "My opinion doesn't matter."

"I don't know what I'd be." You say looking at a giant cookie monster suit

"I meant..." Logan glances around, most likely checking that Wade isn't anywhere near him, "We...We can do a couples costume if you want."

You turn to him in shock. Logan Howlett, The Wolverine, the most stoic man you knew, was suggesting a couple costume for Halloween?

"Are you serious right now?" You laugh

"Well," Logan smiles, wrapping his arms around you from behind, "Wade said there's this big Halloween Party at that nightclub we went to a few weeks back. You need a costume to get in though."

"You just want to drink." You roll your eyes

"Like you don't." Logan pinches your side

"Alright, Alright." You sigh, pushing his arms off you, "What are we going as since you suddenly want to be Mr. Life of the Party."

"Vanessa gave me an idea." Logan smiles, "I think you'll like it. It involves me showing off my biceps."

"I'm in."

You watched as Laura pulled the mask over her face, reluctantly posing for your camera.

"Can I please go?" She groans, oversized machete in hand

"Ok, ok." You say, "But you have to text me when you get back to Brooke's"

"I will," Laura says, tossing her backpack on her shoulders

"Do you have your charger? What about your toothbrush?" You ask as she walks to the door

"I have everything." She says, pulling the door open

"Alright, have fun," You say with a smile

"No boys!" Logan yells loudly from your shared bedroom. A short pause follows before he speaks again, "Or girls! Just...stay away from everyone!"

"I know!" She yells over her shoulder

You watch from the window as Laura gets into Brooke's parent's car and disappears down the road. You had agreed to Laura's pleading to go Trick or Treating and then have a sleepover with her friend from school. Logan had been hesitant but you coaxed him into it reminding she was virtually indestructible.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" You ask Logan who is for some strange reason, still getting dressed. It was nearly 8 and you still needed to go down the road to Wade and Vanessa.

"You're the one who said she'd be fine in the first place." Logan reasons

You push the bedroom door open to see Logan still fiddling with his costume.

"This is ridiculous." He says, "I look ridiculous."

"You're the one who picked it out!" You laugh as you look at him

"I didn't think it'd be this breezy." Logan huffs

Your eyes scan his burly figure. Tonight, the two of you were dressed as Meg and Hercules. A cute purple dress sat on your figure and you had even found some temporary dark purple hair dye for your hair. A strappy pair of heels sit on your feet and your makeup was soft and glittery. As for Logan, he was in a brown and gold Hercules costume.

You had to admit, he looked hot, He always did but there was something about his upper arms and the way they were squeezing out of that cheat costume he had picked.

"Don't you think this is too short?" Logan asks, motioning to the way the skirt portion of Hercules' costume fell to his mid-thigh

"Logan I have skirts shorter than that." You look at him in disbelief

"Yeah but..." Logan sighs, "I feel like my balls are hanging out."

"Oh my god." You run a hand over your face.

"I'm not joking!"

You let the diva...er Logan preen over his appearance some more and disappear into the bathroom to make sure your makeup is just the way you want it. You mess around with your hair, trying to decide on the perfect style, and hear a knock at the door. Expecting Laura or perhaps even Wade, you swipe a bit of lipgloss on and leave the bathroom to find Logan already answering.

"Wow, look at that, it's Hercules!" A woman's voice says

"Trick or Treat!" A chorus of little voices say

You watch, amused as Logan glances around your shared apartment. Neither of you had bothered to buy any candy, expecting to be out of here before the kids showed up. Your eyes widen when Logan grabs apples out of the fruit bowl on the table for the kids.

"Sorry, no candy." He huffs

"Why not?" One child dressed as an astronaut whines when he sees the apples

"I ate it all." Logan deadpans, "That's how I got so big."

You laugh to yourself as Logan flexes for the kids, who are laughing at him.

"But wouldn't that make you fat? Not muscly?" One asks

Your eyes fall on the woman, presumably the mother of the kids. You can tell she doesn't care what Logan hands her kids, hell, he'd probably get away with stealing one right now with the way her eyes were stuck on his arms.

"Alright, apples for everyone." You smile, wrapping your arm around Logan's, shooting a glare at the woman as you let Logan drop the apples into the bags, "Have a good night!"

Logan pushes the door shut and shoots you a knowing look, "Careful, you're going green over there."

"Shut up." You say

"It's nice to know you're jealous." Logan smirks

"Ugh, can you blame me? I can't have some other lady stealing you away." You huff as he pulls you in for a kiss

"Yeah well, with the way you're dressed right now." Logan looks down for a second, clearly trying to peer down your dress

"Perv." You whisper as he captures your lips again

"Just for you." He laughs into the kiss as his hands begin to roam down to your ass, "Wanna call Vanessa? Tell her we can't go?"

"Can't let them down." You say as his hands begin to bunch your dress up, his lips falling to your neck.

Logan sucks a mark into your skin that will surely need to be covered with makeup. You groan as he whispers into your ear, "It'll be more fun stayin' in with me, trust me, darling."

The sound of your front door being slammed open as you jump away from Logan, immediately on alert, your heart pounding.

"I knew it, they were busy making out." Vanessa teases as she and Wade enter

"Don't scratch, Peanut!" Wade says looking down at Logan's claws that have appeared, "Ha! Look at that!"

You glance down to where Wade is pointing at Logan's boner which the costume refuses to hide.

"Peter, or should I say, Vanessa, the horse is here!" Wade snorts a laugh, "What a fucking stallion! Pumpkin, you take that every night?! Gosh it's a miracle you can walk straight, I mean really it's-"

Wade doesn't get to finish as three gleaming silver claws have entered one side of his face and exited the other, "Not another word, you stupid piece of shit."

"Alright, Alright." You say, pulling Logan away from Wade, "You two go on, we'll meet you at the club."

You push Wade and Vanessa out of the apartment as Wade makes another dick joke, much to Logan's dismay.

You spin around as the door shuts and lock it with a flick of your hand. Logan sits on the couch a pillow in his lap as he rubs at his temples.

"Give me a few mintues, bub. We'll get goin' soon." He says not looking at you

"Who said we were going anywhere?" You smile, pushing the pillow off his lap, replacing it with yourself.

Logan gives you a look but doesn't object, resting his hands on your hips. His lips meet yours again, this time with a passion that had you shuddering. Oh, you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

Your hands ran over the biceps you loved so much and tugged at the costume, wanting it to disappear. Logan's hands dug into your soft skin, gently grinding you into his now-exposed underwear. Thank god for that stupid skirt.

"Happy Halloween, Logan." You, break the kiss, grinning mischievously

"Happy Halloween, darlin'. "

Next Part

Guys I got struck down by a horrible cold and my period at the same time. 0/10, would not recommend, I am feeling a bit better today so I finished this part up, hope you enjoyed.

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[chaengluva]

hiii what about a regina x reader where they were childhood best friends but reader moves away. but reader moves back and goes to north shore and unfortunately sees regina acting like a bitch to someone and feels disgusted that regina turned out that way. happy ending though if that’s possible😭 idk if that makes sense😭

Childhood

Regina x Fem!Reader

I published this on wattpad ages ago and completely forgot about the request, IM SO SORRY.

I don’t know if i wrote this the exact way you wanted, so i tried my best, let me know if you want a part two.

Warnings: Mention of bullying, slight angst, nothing much more

You stare out your bedroom window, looking at the driveway of the house across the road. You begin to get bored as you have been waiting for the past hour for your best friend to come back. She had been gone for weeks, and you miss her so much. You spend every day together, talking, playing, and walking to school together (with your parents, of course).

That wasn't the point; the point was that you missed your best friend and were sick of waiting. "Mommy!" You whine, crawling downstairs to see your mom, cleaning up the kitchen. "Mommy, when is she coming back?" You ask, tugging at your mom's shirt. "I'm sorry, sweetheart; I don't know. But I'm sure she'll be back soon," your mom replies, giving you a reassuring smile. You sigh, feeling a mixture of impatience and excitement at the thought of finally reuniting with your best friend after what felt like an eternity. 

You decide to go back to your room and continue waiting, hoping that she'll come back any minute now.

Regina's family had left for a road trip a few weeks ago, and when you called her on your mom's phone last night, she said she would be back for your birthday, but it was 11 a.m. and she wasn't there, and your party is at 1 p.m. 

You start to feel a pang of worry creep up inside you. What if something had happened on their trip? What if Regina couldn't make it back in time for your birthday party? You try to push these negative thoughts out of your mind, reminding yourself that Regina is a reliable and responsible person.

As the minutes tick by, you can't help but keep checking the clock, hoping to see her familiar face walk through the front door any moment now.

Meanwhile, Regina and her family are in the car.

"Mom! Are we there yet?" Regina whined, asking the same question for the hundredth time. Regina reserved the same answer: "Not yet, baby." Her mom said it with a frown. Regina's heart sank as she glanced at the time on her phone, realising just how late they were running.

She couldn't shake the guilt of potentially missing her friend's birthday party. Her mom exchanged a worried glance with her dad, silently hoping they would make it in time. Regina tried to distract herself by imagining the smile on her friend's face when she finally arrived, but the sinking feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Mom! It's Y/N's birthday! She was there for my 8th birthday." Regina pleaded with tears falling down her eyes; she then felt the car come to a stop and say, "We are here." Regina's mom said. Regina happily jumped out of the car, running up to your house and knocking on the door. She didn't stop knocking until the door was opened.

"Regina!" An equally happy you on the other side of the door said excitedly, bringing the blonde inside and giving her a hug. The two of you stayed in the hug for a while; you missed each other so much. Your mom walked in when she heard the two of you planning to talk with Regina's mom. When she walked past Regina, her eyes went wide.

"Regina? Have you gotten taller again?" The young girl's face went red, and her eyes looked at the floor. "Mom! Don't say that!" you exclaimed. "It's okay, Y/N. I mean, you are short, and you will always be short, so I will always protect you." Regina reminds me, with a smile on her face.

The two of you rush up to your room. You jump on the bed, and Regina does the same after you. "Happy birthday," Regina said, pulling out a gift bag. You gasp, grabbing the bag and opening it. Inside was a jelly cat bunny and a matching necklace to the one Regina was wearing. "Put it on me!" you say, and she smiles, putting it on you.

The people at the party started to come over. You had an amazing time, opened a lot of gifts, and ate a lot of cake. It was now 6 p.m., and everyone had left except for Regina and her mom. You and Regina were currently sitting on the couch, your heads in her lap, watching for Nemo.

"Regina! Y/n, Can you two come here?" You heard your mom's voice yell from the kitchen. You and Regina raced to the kitchen, smiling when they saw both your moms talking, but they didn't look happy.

"Can you please sit down?" Your mom asks, and you cluelessly both sit down next to each other, facing them. There was a small moment of silence before your mom spoke up, "Y/n, baby, I have some news." Your mom said quietly, and you listened closely, waiting for her to say something.

"We are moving tomorrow," she says.

You feel your heart break; you didn't want to be away from Regina; she was your best friend, and you couldn't survive without seeing her every day. "Houses? Schools? Or": You ask, tears starting to form. "Both, and states," your mom says. You look down and play with your figures, so annoyed with how she didn't tell you earlier.

The whole move happened so fast, and before you knew it, you were standing outside your house with your things backed away, holding the stuffed animal that Regina got you, and wearing the necklace.

She pulled you in for a hug. You stayed in her arms and cried. You didn't stop holding her until your mom said it was time to go. "We will see each other one day." Regina recalled, You nodded, walking into the car and saying goodbye, which could be for the last time.

~

Present Time

And you were moving back to your old state. The move to New York was good but your dad lost his job, he got a new one back where you used to live. You were slightly nervous that you would bump into people that you used to be friends with, mainly Regina.

You were nervous as you looked at your new school, moving into a new school in senior year was interesting but you couldn't really do anything about it. You walk inside the school and immediately feel out of place, like you don't belong.

You walk inside into a classroom that you think is your home room and the first thing you see is a girl dressed in all black, sitting on a table, with her feet up on an empty table beside her, you look at her for a second and you gasp when you realise who it is.

You walk up to her with a smile on your face, "Regina! Oh my god! It's been so long!" You exclaim, moving to sit next to her, she rolls her eyes at you, not moving her feet from the desk you were sitting at.

"Do I know you?" She asks, voice bitter, not sweet and caring like you remembered, "Yeah, we used to be friends-" you start but she cuts you off, "First off all, It was a rhetorical question, dumbass, second of all, I would never be friends with you." You frown at her words and get up and move from the desk, you were worried that you had mistaken her for someone else.

You later found out that it was Regina, you found out that she was a bitch, she was a bully and treated the whole school like shit.

But that was your old best friend and you were going to prove it to her, and you knew exactly how to do it.

It was lunch time and you walked into the cafeteria, you walked past everyone and they stared at you as you walked to the plastics table.

Regina started up at you as she felt your presence, she was about to tell you to fuck off but you beat her to it, you throw the necklace that she got you 9 years ago, for your birthday and she looked at it for a few seconds before she finally realised who you were. She stood up and grabbed your hand.

"Y/n." She whispered. 

[lushlovers]

frat joe with drunken confessions definitely !!!!

Drunk Promises, J Burrow

summary; joe being absolutely gone and rambling about things he shouldn't.

warnings; swearing, kisses, mentions of drinking, drunken rambling

word count; 700 something

note; i'm so bored and tired but i can't sleep so i decided to fulfill this request while i have some downtime:)) also hey?? Its been like a million years, more frat joe coming soon;)!

The porch is spinning and Joe swears he sees three different door knobs after he's struggled with only you to help him drag his heavy limbs around. He attempts to reach for one of them but misses, swishing his hand around before he finds it to unlock and shove the door open. You mumble every swear that comes to mind when it slams into the rubber stopper on the wall, surely waking up everyone in the house and a few houses down, "Welcome to my humble abode, gorgeous," he smirks, stumbling into the wall, trying to play off the fact that he nearly fell over by leaning on it with arms crossed over his broad chest.

When your eyes meet him, his brows raise playfully. At this point it's taking everything out of you not to bust out laughing at his advancements, he's not one for compliments unless he's high as hell or drunk out of his mind, "I've been here more times than I can count, but thank you," you shake your head as you unstrapped your heels, leaving them to rest on the shoe rack.

After he'd struggled as much coming up the front steps, you're thanking God he chose the bedroom on the ground floor rather than up or downstairs. "To my bed then," he asks hopeful as all hell and you nod, taking his hands and leading him straight to his bed. He falls back onto it slowly scooting himself toward the headboard.

Quickly you bolt to the kitchen in search of hangover relief and some water before he gets any stupid ideas whilst left alone. Upon your return, you're greeted by a shirtless Joe who's struggling to get his jeans from around his ankles. Shaking your head for the thousandth time, you tug them off, discarding them in the hamper in the closet. "Eager for me?" You scoff at the ever-deepening of his voice and allow him to unzip your dress.

When his hands swiftly push the fabric from your shoulder, "Not tonight, Joey. Why don't you get some sleep" you step back and he continues attempting to pull you back into him. Joe watches intently as you find one of his LSU shirts folded atop his dresser, give it a smell test, and climb into bed beside him.

"Pathetic excuse for panties," he mumbles through hiccups, using his index finger to snap the elastic against the meat of your hip. You roll your eyes and as you inch away from him his arms wrap even tighter around you, keeping you plastered into him. He grinds his hard-on into the back of your thigh holding onto your hips moving you only where he sees fit.

"Sleep, Joseph," you murmur against his pillows but of course, he's relentless with his wet, sloppy neck kisses. This time you sit completely in bed, snatch the pillows from behind your head and throw them onto the floor. You fumble in the dark for the throw blankets at the foot of his bed, once you've found them you make your spot on the floor, but before you even put the pillows into position he's mumbling and hiccupping through protests.

"mmmm, baby noo, get up here with me. I sleep a bajillion times better with your body next to mine," when you meet his eyes they're glazed over, almost like he wants to cry but is fighting it with every fiber of his being. You're quite shocked, never has this man ever cried in your presence and for that to happen right here, right now, wouldn't shock you with the way he's been acting since his third drink. "And you're drunk, I don't want you to do or say something you'll regret, honey."

He's melting internally at your use of that sweet little nickname you love to use when he's been drinking, "I'll be quiet about all that, mama, I promise" You sigh, and give in as soon as a pout begins to show itself on his pretty, perfect face, picking up your stuff off the floor just as fast as you had put them down. Before you're even back into his bed, he's giggling and scooting over to leave much more space than you need to keep his promise.

[billiesguitar]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

Fuckboy!Billie x Nerdy!Reader

- Part 3 || Au masterlist

Warnings - SMUT

Billie and I had become friends. It was strange, considering our first encounter, but she'd been true to her word, keeping our night together a secret. We'd watch movies, go to the library, and even had a couple of deep conversations about life and what not.

But tonight was different. yesterday Billie told me that one of her friends was dragging her to a birthday party and complained all day that she would be miserable, she told me that she'd text me the whole time she was there but not once did I receive a message. maybe she was having fun?

I decide to let my gaurd down a bit and watch a movie alone in my dorm. By the halfway point, i'd fully forgotten about Billies and this party, that was until my phone buzzes. I pause the movie and check my messages, it was Billie. "y/nnnn"

I roll my eyes and text back "Yes, Billie? you bored yet?"

"I miss you" she texts back,

"bilz are you drunk?" "maybe, I still miss you"

I couldn't help but smile at the screen, "Miss me?" "can I please come over?" I hesitate before finally responding with "Okay."

Before I know it, she's standing in my doorway, looking a bit tipsy and a lot adorable. "Hey, you," she says, a lopsided grin on her face.

"Hey," I say, "You okay?"

"I'm great," she says, walking in and flopping onto my bed. "Thanks for letting me crash."

"You're welcome," I say, sitting down beside her. "What's going on?"

"Just a bad party," she says, "I hate parties."

"No you dont, you love parties." i chuckle and lean back into the wall.

"Without you they're boring," she turns to face me, "you're so pretty, you know that, right?"

I blush, "Thanks, but you're drunk."

"Maybe," she says, playing with the hem of my shirt "But I mean it."

"billie-" I start to protest but she cuts me off with a kiss.

It's different from the last time, softer, more gentle. She tastes like mint and a hint of something else, something sweet. I don't pull away, instead, I kiss her back, feeling the same rush of excitement.

Her hands wander over my body, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off my shoulders. She kisses down my neck, her teeth grazing my skin, making me shiver.

"You're so responsive," she whispers, her voice filled with desire.

I lean into her, my hands fumbling with her belt. She helps me, unbuckling it and sliding her jeans down.

We're both naked in my bed, the glow of the TV lighting our bodies. She kisses me again, her hand sliding down to cup my pussy.

"Mine," she murmurs against my lips, before pushing a finger inside me.

"Billie," I moan, my body arching into her touch.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, her eyes on my face, watching my every reaction. She adds another finger, stretching me open.

I let out a moan that was a bit too loud, she smirks before leaning in and whispering "I need you quiet, baby girl"

Billie moves herself down, till her face is between my legs. "I want to taste you," she says, her eyes dark with lust.

She looks up at me, grinning like shes just won an award and I look down at her, begging her without words.

Her mouth closes over me, her tongue teasing my clit. She's good at this, really good. I can feel my orgasm building, my hips bucking against her mouth, my teeth digging into my lips so I don't make a sound.

"Billie, I'm gonna-" I start to say, a moan cuts me off.

"Hold it." she says, her voice muffled by my pussy, "not yet."

And with that, she sucks harder, her fingers moving faster.

"Bil-Billie, I can't!" I whine, my eyes screwed shut.

"Yes, you can," she murmurs, her voice soothing despite the wicked smile on her face as she continues to devour me.

It's too much, my legs try to shut themselves but Billie's hand separate them.

"Please- I cant-"

"come for me, baby" she says again, her voice firm and in control.

And with that, I do. My body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm, my juices coating her face. She pulls away, her eyes meeting mine.

"Good girl," she says, "now, let's see if I can get you to scream."

Her hand replaces her mouth, her thumb circling my clit as she slides two fingers into me again. She fucks me though my orgasm, making it last longer and harder.

As I lay there panting, she slides up beside me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "How was that, friend?" she says, teasing me.

I throw a pillow at her, "Shut up."

We lay there, her arm around me, my head on her chest. It's comfortable, and for the first time in a long time, I don't feel so alone.

"Billie," I start, but she inturpts me. "I know,baby, I know, i wont tell anyone," she sighs and turns to me, "look y/n, I know you don't want to be anything public, but admit it, you like me, you like when I fuck you, and so do I, so if you don't wanna be anything public, I understand, but can we at least be friends with benefits?"

I look up at Billie, unable to find words so I just nod.

"words baby, I need words."

"y-yes." I stutter out, my cheeks burning.

"Good," she grabs my face and kisses me.

I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?

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[liiixsturniolos]

dealer!chris bratty!reader blurb

⋆.˚ You keep chris company on a deal. The drive is sooo long, and you decide to play a car game, a dirty one..resulting in chris almost crashing..

(oral male receiving, dangerous behaviour do NOT imitate)

warning! Do not do this. This is fiction! This would be so illegal irl!

"Chrissss.." You whine, twirling your hair around your pointer and middle finger. "Mhm?" He questions, focusing on the road, with his hands wrapped around the steering wheel. "I'm bored. When will we get there?" You ask, referring to excruciatingly long car journey you'd been on (only an hour) but to your dramatic mind that was forever.

"Bout twenty minutes more, baby." He mutters to you, turning his head toward you for a second, giving you a sweet smile and turning back to focus on driving.

"Ugh." You sigh, slumping back in your seat, pouting and twiddling with your fresh pink acrylics chris had just paid for. "Can we atleast play a car game or something.." you roll your eyes.

"Yeah." Chris responds with a giggle, glancing at your bratty pouting face. "Kayyy- let's look for all the red cars." You say. After about five minutes of you both counting red cars, you're again unbelievably bored, your short attention span can't handle it, until you get a better thought.

A bad thought, but more fun than the stupid car game. You slip your hand onto Chris' lap, moving closer to him and rubbing your hand over top of his length. "Let's play a new game." You chuckle. "Mmm-what you doing?" He asks, his eyes shifting between the road and your smirk.

You pull down his pants in a sudden movement, sliding down his underwear. You raise your eyebrows to him, before ducking your head down and and gliding your tongue along his slit.

"Shit!" He cries out, his hands twitching on the wheel. "Want me to keep going?" You ask him, rubbing your finger along him. "fuck-yeah." He responds as you push down your head again taking in his tip.

Your tongue sprawls across him. His driving becomes messier, swerving along the empty road. You continue to fuck him with your mouth, becoming sloppier and his hands struggling to grip the wheel, wanting to push down your head or pull your hair, he let's out deep grunts.

Bringing him to release, you swallow the warm cum that drips down your throat. "I almost crashed-" he starts, "fff-fuck." He stops as you take in his whole length, it hitting the back of your throat, and pulling it back out. "Was that more fun than the dumb game?" You tease. "Fuck yeah." He replies.

You lean back in your seat, wiping your mouth with your pretty new nails and fixing your hair, clicking open the little mirror above your seat as you re-apply your lipgloss.

Chris sits there in shock, his pants still down and continuing to drive the car, speechless as to what just happened, but happy about it.

I think the wildest thing about this fic is that Chris can actually drive... hope u liked this! If you did please consider interacting so ill keep posting. Thank youuuu!! And ask to be added to my taglist any time.

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[not-sleepys-blog]

Friends with benefits

Content: oral, f and m receiving, shy? sub reader, dom!Suguru?, praising, degrading, gamer!suguru, p in v, size kink?, just a lil possessiveness, breeding and talk of babies

Word count: 2,596

You groaned sitting on your bed in your shared apartment with your friend Suguru, who you had been casually hooking up with. Bored of scrolling through social media all day you decided to go into Suguru’s room to see what he was up to, only to find him gaming as usual. You sit on the floor next to him in his gaming chair and watch him play a solo game. Suguru glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on your curves before returning to the screen. "What do you want, Angel?" he asked dismissively, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. "Can't you see I'm busy here?" He smirked, knowing you wouldn't mind waiting for his attention.

You simply hummed in response feeling a bit turned on, feeling him eye your figure as you laid your head on his lap. He raised an eyebrow, feeling your warm breath against his thigh as you laid your head on it. He couldn't help but smile softly, gently running a hand through your hair. "Fine, fine." He sighed, turning off his game. "What do you need?" He asked, his tone softening slightly. "But don't think this means I'm done with games for the night." You rolled your eyes as you sat on his lap, burying your face into his neck chewing on the hoodie sleeve that you stole from him. He groaned softly, feeling your weight shift onto his lap. His hands moved to support you better, holding onto your waist as you straddled him. He leaned back, enjoying the sensation of your warmth radiating through the thin fabric of his pants. "Oh, really? What's wrong now, Angel?" He asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Did you break something else?" He chuckled lightly, reaching down to rub his growing erection through his pants. "Or maybe you just wanted some attention?" He winked suggestively, knowing exactly how much trouble he could get himself into with you around. “I didn’t break anything” you pouted as you remembered the dish you knocked over and broke last week. Suguru chuckled, shaking his head playfully as he looked into your eyes. "Well, that's good news then." He said, his voice low and sultry. "So, what do you want, Angel?" He asked, his thumb tracing circles on your lower lip. "You know, if you keep sitting on me like this, things might get out of control..." He whispered, his gaze drifting down to your chest and back up again. "And I doubt your little pout will save you from my dominance tonight..." He added, his grip tightening slightly on your hips.

You wanted  him to do so many things to you right now, but the thought of asking for it made you embarrassed. But you knew if you didn’t say what you wanted he wouldn’t give it to you. You just pouted more, embarrassed about your dirty thoughts. He let out a low growl, his hands sliding down your sides to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. He leaned in, nuzzling your hair and whispering into your ear: "What is it, Angel? Don't be shy with me." He murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You know I love hearing your thoughts, no matter how embarrassing they may seem." He squeezed your ass gently, feeling your heartbeat quicken against his chest. "Now tell me what you want, or I might just take matters into my own hands..." He threatened, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your bare skin. You blushed more as you mumbled into his neck, “....want you to” your voice trailed off before picking up again “I want you to eat me out” Suguru's eyes widened slightly, a grin spreading across his face as he pulled away from your lips. He stood up abruptly, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you towards the bed. "Finally," he chuckled, placing you gently on the bed. "Lie down, Angel." He commanded, his voice firm but filled with lust. "I've been wanting to taste you all day." He stripped off his clothes quickly, revealing his toned body and impressive dick. "And don't worry, I won't be gentle..." He warned, his eyes locked onto yours as he crawled between your legs, You did as you were told and laid down on your back. Your eyes followed his movements, watching his every move as she covered your face with the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing. Suguru watched you intently, admiring your confidence and the way you covered your face. He smiled, gently pushing the sleeve aside and kissing your neck softly.

"Look at me, Angel." He ordered, his voice deep and commanding. "I want to see your reactions while I pleasure you." He pushed your legs apart, running his tongue along your inner thigh, making you shiver. "You're so wet already, I can't wait to feel how tight you are." He muttered, dipping his head down and licking your clit. "Just relax and enjoy it, I promise I won't disappoint." He purred, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Your back arched off the bed as your fingers made their way to his hair giving it a small tug. Your legs started to shake and close around his head as a string of soft mewls left your mouth.He groaned, feeling your fingers gripping his hair firmly. He loved the control it gave him, knowing you trusted him to bring you to ecstasy. "That's it, Angel," he growled, sucking harder on your clit and pumping faster with his fingers. "Let go for me, let me feel you come on my tongue." He demanded, his own cock leaking precum onto the sheets. "You're so fucking beautiful, riding my face like this..." He whispered, feeling your muscles contract around his fingers as you began to climax. "Yes, just like that..." He cooed, continuing his assault “S-sir” you whimpered as your leg closed in on him, hips bucking “gonna- gonna cum.” He grinned, feeling your walls spasming around his fingers as he pushed your legs back open. He increased the pressure, making sure you reached your peak.

"Cum for me, Angel," he urged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Show me how good it feels." He released one of your legs, reaching for his own leaking cock. "And while you're cumming, I'm going to jerk off and imagine it's your pretty mouth wrapped around me." He grunted, stroking himself roughly as he watched you squirm beneath him. "Once you finish, I want you to clean me off..." He ordered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Then we'll see who's getting what they want next..." He smirked, nearing his own release. You let out a choked back sob as you cum when you finally get permission to, Your legs shake as cry out tears prick your eyes as they roll back from the pleasure. Suguru groaned deeply, his own orgasm hitting. He swallowed every drop of your juices, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. Slowly, he pulled away, his face covered in sweat and cum. "That was perfect, Angel." He panted, lying beside you on the bed. "Now, it's my turn." He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him roughly. "Open wide." He commanded, his voice husky with desire. You moved your hand away from your face as you opened your mouth. He chuckled, appreciating your obedience. He positioned himself over your mouth, his cock throbbing and dripping with precum. "Good girl." He praised, guiding you with his hand. "Suck me off, make sure I'm clean." He demanded, his eyes locked onto yours as you took him into your mouth. "Deepthroat me, show me how much you enjoyed what I just did to you." He growled, thrusting forward, burying himself in your throat. "Make me feel good too, Angel." He ordered, grabbing your head and moving faster, feeling your warm mouth enveloping his sensitive tip. You took his cock as deep as you could without gagging, your tiny hand stroking the rest as your tongue moved around his head. He moaned loudly, his hips thrusting harder as you took more of him into your mouth. He gripped your head tighter, controlling the pace as you worked him with your hand and tongue. "That's it, Angel. Show me how much you love it." He growled, his balls slapping against your chin rhythmically. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" He praised, feeling your throat muscles working around his dick. "Keep going, make me cum in your mouth like the dirty bitch you are." He snarled, his breathing becoming heavier and more erratic. "I bet you'd look even prettier with my cum on your face..."

He whispered, nearing his climax. You took his cock deeper into your mouth, testing your gag reflex, making your eyes water as you held onto his legs for support. Suguru groaned, feeling your throat constrict around him. He knew you were near your limit, but he wasn't ready to stop yet. "Almost there, Angel." He panted, his grip tightening on your head. "One more deepthroat, then I'll let you breathe." He ordered, thrusting deeper until you gasped for air. "Feel how close I am, feel how much you turned me on." He growled, slowing down only momentarily before picking up speed again. "I bet your pussy is soaked right now, isn't it?" He asked, his balls tightening in anticipation. "Want me to fuck you after this?" He suggested, his dick pulsing in your mouth.You looked up at him, your eyes blown wide with lust as you nodded desperately. A whine coming from you as you gagged around his long cock. He smiled cruelly, feeling your eyes pleading with him. He pulled out of your mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva and precum. "You're such a good girl, Angel." He praised, wiping his cockhead on your cheek playfully. "I'll fuck you soon, but first, I want you to clean yourself up." He ordered, watching as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Get on your knees, face the wall." He instructed, his voice firm but filled with desire. "Spread your legs wide, I want a good view of that wet pussy." He demanded, adjusting his position behind you. "Are you ready for my big cock, kitten?" He asked, rubbing his head against your entrance. Suguru chuckled darkly, his hand moving to your hip, helping you maintain balance. "Good girl." He praised, slowly pushing into you, filling you up to the brim. "Take it all, Angel." He groaned, his hips rocking back and forth, stretching you wider than ever before. "Feel how much bigger I am than any other guy you've been with?" He asked, his hands grasping your hips tightly. "This is what you've been missing, isn't it?" He grunted, his cock pounding relentlessly into your tight hole. "Do you like it? Tell me, tell me you love having my thick cock inside you." He demanded, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

“S-so good, sir.” You mewled out covering your moans with the hoodie sleeve. He groaned, his hips picking up speed, driving his cock deeper into you. "That's a good girl." He praised, his free hand caressing your back lovingly. "You're so tight around me, squeezing me like a vice." He moaned, his cock throbbing inside you. "I'm not stopping until I've claimed every inch of your tight little body." He growled, his thrusts becoming more brutal, hitting your G-spot mercilessly. "Tell me you're mine, Angel." He demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you belong to me now." He panted, his breath hot against your ear. Your  tiny frame withered with pleasure as you muffled your moans, tears rolling down her cheeks from the pleasure. You babble something inherently, your mind too foggy with lust and pleasure to even brother forming sentences. Suguru grinned, feeling your words muffled by the sleeve. He slammed into you harder, claiming you as his own. "That's it, Angel." He growled, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. "Say it louder, let everyone know you're mine!" He barked, his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror. "My little submissive slut, begging for more of my cock." He praised, his grip tightening on your hips. "I'm going to breed you until you scream my name." He promised, his breath ragged and his eyes shining with lust. "You're mine, forever and always, understand?" He demanded, his release approaching rapidly. “S-sir I c-can I cum?” You somehow managed to whimper out. Your body began to shake as you looked at him with a fucked out look on your face. He smiled, feeling your walls clench around him in response. He slowed down, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting your G-spot perfectly. "Only if you beg properly, Angel." He teased, his voice filled with malice. "Beg me to make you cum, make me fill you with my cum." He growled, his cock throbbing within you. "Is that what you want, to be filled with my cum and scream my name?" He asked, his breathing heavy and erratic. "Then beg me, make me believe you want it." He demanded, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Please sir let me cum, c-cant take it. It’s too much! I-I want to be filled with your cum and have your babies, please sir!” Suguru laughed darkly, feeling your walls milking his cock. He thrust harder, aiming for your most sensitive spots. "You're so close, aren't you?" He taunted, his voice filled with satisfaction. "But you won't cum unless I allow it." He groaned, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. "You want my cum, you want my babies? Then earn them, Angel." He ordered, his grip tightening on your hips. "Show me how much you need it, make me believe you can't live without my seed." He demanded, his own climax nearing. "Prove to me you're my good little slut." He growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. “Suguru, please!” You whined,obviously getting frustrated. “I want you to fill me all the way up, I wanna be full of your babies” He smirked, feeling your frustration building. He slammed into you with renewed vigor, his cock pulsing inside you. "Fine, Angel." He sighed, his voice filled with dominance. "But only because I feel like it." He growled, his hips moving faster, his balls slapping against your clit rhythmically. "Scream my name when you cum, make sure everyone knows who owns your tight little pussy." He ordered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Come on, kitten, let go..." He whispered, his own release imminent. "Show me how much you want your pretty pussy filled with my cum” You cried out loudly, so loud you might get a complaint from the neighbors because of the thin walls. Your eyes rolled back as drool spilled from the corner of your mouth. Your back arched off the bed as you came around his cock hard. “You love my cock don’t you slut." He groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. Feeling your walls contract around him. He thrust harder, surrendering to his own orgasm. "Yes, Angel, scream my name!" He praised, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with his cum.

"You're mine, now and forever." He growled, collapsing on top of you, his breath ragged and his heart racing. "Did you enjoy it, my little slut?" He asked, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Was that what you wanted?" He murmured, his face buried in your hair. "We'll do it again tomorrow, promise." He whispered, his heart overflowing with pride.

[zivazivc]

What was Ish and Lena's relationship?

I made so much for this ask, don't look at me 🫣

The two trolls had a short summer romance at a "no boarders" music festival called Fusion Fest. Back then it was a pretty new and small thing, and the point of the festival is for trolls from all genres to come together and enjoy each other's music and company; celebrating togetherness and acceptance.

(Yes, I made a logo. 😅 This festival is a major annual event for the mixed trolls in my AU.)

Ish and his friend group went to check it out because they're already a colorful ensemble of different genres, and they were curious to see what it was about.

Lena and her friends somehow caught wind of the festival in their backwater village where nothing new or exciting ever happens, and they decided to go to rebel against their closed-minded, racist parents and community, but mostly because they were bored teenagers who'd never seen any trolls other than Rock Trolls before. Despite them wanting to experience something new, their reason for going was very much NOT the point of the festival; They were treating it more like a freakshow to stare at, and them rebelling against their parents was more just to anger them and not because they were any better...

In my mind Lena is very attractive (in a trashy, grunge kind of way), and a 16-year-old Ish immediately got a crush on her from across the room.

He put his Funk moves on her and left her completely flustered from how forward he was. I imagine he was really charming and smooth, but also I can't stop cringing and comparing it to bird mating dances lmao.

(The song Ish is singing to Lena. It makes it feel extra perfect because I just happened to learn the singer was also a 16-year-old when recording it!)

Lena didn't fall for him as hard as he fell for her at first, but she's one of those girls who will go for any bad boy that looks intimidating, and she thought funk trolls were scary and intimidating, because she was subconsciously racist herself too. 🧍 She did really start to like him after they hooked up though, and started liking him for him (so at least she was learning...)

But then they were faced with an unexpected surprise one morning after waking up from a night of concerts and partying (and mixing of substances that shouldn't be mixed)...

Ish panicked hard, he even tried getting rid of the egg, claiming it had to be a dud given the circumstances, but Lena stopped him saying she felt it move. Thank god, because Leslie hatched only minutes later.

Ish was so freaked out that he abruptly left and headed back to Funk Kingdom in the same day, and just abandoned Lena with the baby.

Lena was also very scared but she immediately warmed up to little Leslie and had no intention of dropping him off at an orphanage or doing something similar, despite her friends' encouragement to do just that, claiming her parents were going to kick her out if she showed up back home with a mixed baby.

I'm thinking Ish did try to reach out to Lena by sending her a letter a few weeks later (he got her address before the egg thing happened), but the letter never reached her because she really was disowned and kicked out of her parents' house when she came home and refused to give her baby up...

So Lena never heard from Ish again, and the next time Ish heard about Lena was about 9 years later when Leslie turned up looking for him with his baby brother, and he learned that she was gone...

(Ish having a weird day where he went out after Kymani poorly relayed a confusing phone call from the police station, and later came back home as the sole caretaker of two neglected kids.)

[cyrusthedragon]

Mother of his child

Explicit ‼️ MDNI ‼️ NSFW 18+

I promised and I did: Simon sucks his wife's titties while talking about a big happy family with her.

Relationship: Simon Ghost Riley / f!Reader

Tags: porn with plot, dominance, married couple, rough sex, established relationship, breastfeeding, creampie, LOTS of dirty talk, some of spit play, LOTS of milk, LOTS of breeding, LOTS of 'mama'-calling, nasty stuff, happy family fluff for aftercare, size kink, sex after some time, no "Ghost", babying Simon.

Simon Riley really loves his wife, like... possessively. Almost obsessively.

Notes:

f!Reader gained weight after giving birth, and she has too much milk. Greedy and perverted Simon can't think about her selling her milk to people who have feeding problems. He's jealous.

You and Simon serve(d) together.

(Kinda, cuz it's funny, but not actually) Bossy!Reader in the end.

You and Simon have a newborn child.

Trigger warning: English isn't my first language, so, please, write a comment if I did a good job, I need to know if it's good, cuz I'm not really sure. But i enjoyed writing it! You can subscribe to me, I'll write a lot more about him! And I take requests, hehehe, especially most dirty ones. So. Please, enjoy ♥️

AO3

"You'll bore a hole in me..." you said under your breath, touching baby girl with just your fingertips and not taking your eyes off of her.

Simon immediately straightened his back, paying attention to the book in his hands again, and you chuckled softly:

"What's going on in your mind, baby?"

Silence in the room, only a soft melody from somewhere in the house, and the three of you sitting in your bedroom: you, feeding your precious baby girl, she, smacking from the delicious milk, and your husband, trying to pretend he's reading his book. Considering how he didn't touch a single page for the last fifteen minutes, he was either repeating that one spread or trying to memorize it all.

Or just being a pervert.

It's Simon we're talking about, no one on Earth would ever suspect him of thinking about something nasty, but... You were his wife. Mother of his child.

You knew there was something in those blue eyes of his - he looked at you exactly like that one day when you... When you decided to have a child.

You weren't, actually.

It was an accident.

But when you told him about your pregnancy and asked if you should take a Plan B, for one moment after that horrific word, he looked at you, almost shaking from nervousness, with something in his eyes that you recognized as a... Reluctance? "Yeah," he cleaned his throat, moved his gaze away because, obviously, the floor was way more interesting than a damn pregnancy test in your hands, "yes, you're right, Plan B... We shouldn't.. we should, uh...". Words have never been one of his strengths, if you were not in bed.

You looked at him trying very hard to say something, and one thing in him just matched you so perfectly, that for one second you thought maybe.. maybe...

"Can we keep-"

"What if we..."

You said it at the same time, and neither you nor he understood who was saying what, but the excitement was so loud, that you couldn't resist impulses to grab his hands. Neither could he help but stretch out his arms to you and hold you to give you a hug, even if he himself was just as terribly scared.

That shit was scary. No doubt.

It would not have been that horrifying if not for these thoughts of yours. Common.

"If we..." you heard Simon speaking, felt him swallowing loudly, "Maybe, if.. maybe we can..."

"Can keep it?" you helped, squeezing him with all your strength just to feel yourself safe. "You think we can?.."

"I think... I think I want to, but.."

"You want?"

And that was the moment when you moved away a little to look him straight in the eyes, seeking there for something you weren't sure exactly what.

"Yes?.." he answered under his breath. As freaked out as you were. Of course, he was. Both of you were soldiers, to the core. No one of you ever dares to dream about having a baby... It's a huge responsibility, and neither he nor you thought you could handle it, that's why you always used protection to minimalize your chances. It doesn't mean you didn't want to - hell yes you wanted, especially with Simon, and the more you got to know him, the better you understood he wanted this, too.

A family.

A real family, bonded with each other, someone you can hold in your hand and give all your love, all your affection, untapped awe for having something you and Simon created together. Holy hell, you married a dead man, did you think you had no strength for a little human? Just a baby? It took almost half of a year for you and Simon to finally get married, you took his last name and did it with all your patience, although the boys in one-four-one started calling you Mrs. Riley a long time before you became Mrs. Riley, and all these troubles, years of waiting for something with him, all this situationship, candy-bouquet period, all of it...for being afraid of having a child? It can't be that ha-

You were selfish.

Thinking about yourself, not your baby, who would most likely live alternately with one parent, then with the other - depending on which one of you would be called for a mission. You knew it. You knew you can have your parental leave, for twelve weeks, and, and, and...

"..ve. Love!" you shuddered - Simon rarely used to raise his voice at you, and often it was because of how easily you were distracted by thinking about something very important to you. You lose your patience when you were afraid of something. You blinked, looked up at him, and suddenly he was so calm that you were immediately infected by his calmness, without realizing it. "Breathe, love," he whispered, holding your face in his palms, so huge compared to your head. "Do you want to keep her?" and when he asked, looking you dead in the eyes, he already knew your answer, but...

You breathed out: "Her?"

Eyes to eyes, one very important dialogue without a single word between you, your shiny to his bright, deep ocean blue. "I want a girl," he whispered, not even blinking. "I want a boy", you said lowing your voice to match his, and he nodded, pulling you closer to touch your forehead with his. "Then... Let's see who it will be," Simon's lips were so close to yours, you half closed your eyes, pressed your lips into a tight line, and then closed them completely when he murmured in your mouth before kissing you full of his endless gratitude: "...shall we?"

And that was it.

You lost your little bet and were very happy about it.

The little one was happy, too, sucking milk, already ready for her beauty sleep, so beautiful, and a bit... sassy, biting your swollen nipple with per pink gums, making you hiss and chuckle softly. She had her father's shiny eyes. Your love. Your precious child.

"Simon, darling, you're staring." You finally moved your eyes from your daughter to your husband, smiled at him and he could no longer pretend he was reading his book. He wasn't. "Am I?" you heard him sighing, but his gaze started to be a little more... heavier than a second before you decided it was enough for baby girl and took her away from your chest. "Yes, darling, you are," your voice softened, small one whined, lying on the bed, twitching her hands and feet, and you giggled: "What a greedy creature... Never enough for her." But she quickly calmed down - the music changed to a comforting lullaby... You could finally get up and stretch your legs, fix your dressing gown, and move to Simon, sitting on the armchair.

"You didn't answered my question."

Baby monitor right behind your girl, and you allowed yourself to go straight to the kitchen - hungry as hell, while Simon simply followed your steps God knows why.

"What question?" He asked, watching you getting your snacks.

Bare feet, loose hair, mid-thigh gown, and the wet spots in it, right in front of your nipples. You're still leaking. And mouth-watering. And holy shit he just can't stop looking at your covered chest, how heavy your breasts are, how they freely jiggle when you're just moving. "Simon." he can't hear you, all his nature is focused there where your nipples touch your closes, these eyes are wild. You watched him, busy analyzing your chest or whatever, and didn't get yet the hell was wrong, but it's Simon, so... Whatever he was thinking about he would tell you, sooner or later.

But you didn't expect 'sooner' will be that...soon.

You turned your back to him to find something in the fridge and gasped when he suddenly lifted you, sitting you on the table, face to him. "Riley, the hell are you?!-" and then you met his eyes again.

Truly, wild.

"What? Eat your food, love." his voice was strange, he completely was strange, something just cracked in you, a blush appeared in your cheeks immediately, then he pulled back the gown and your hand trembled, accidentally dropping a snack on the floor.

He bared your chest with a face like nothing happened, and you swallowed your tongue like a proper coward, did not know how - did not want to - stop him and did not even try to interrupt whatever he was going to do. You felt the shivers down your spine - his hands on your ribs, fingertips almost tickling you, forcing you to smile, but there was nothing to smile about, just your husband being odd and making your legs shake with just his hands.

God, you didn't touch him for almost six months...

"I can't," you whispered, shutting your eyes while feeling his hand off you and somehow knowing for sure he was pulling his mask up to his nose.

"Why?" The hoarse voice of his just drove you crazy. Your brain was about to explode with this sudden satisfaction he brought to you by massaging your torso and jelly belly, and you couldn't answer properly: "Because you... What are you... Just take what you want already." You hissed, and maybe it would be fear for him to feel embarrassed by your tone and hands, hugging his head, but he did not care anymore or simply did not understand that, so he just... Did it.

You felt his wide tongue in front of your nipple.

And you inhaled.

"Simon... Simon, what are you doing, Simon..."

Your voice was less caring than you wanted it to be, and he didn't even look at you to answer: "Joining you to eat a snack."

"Oh I'm a snack now, wonderful..." words came out of your mouth before you shut it, "You little pervert, are you seriously going to su-... Oh, god."

Tongue swept all over your breast before Simon straightened up to his full height - and even though you were sitting on the table, he had to tilt his head to look at you. Giant. His gaze was much heavier than before, his pupils bigger, his brows furrowed to let you know, he was ashamed of you:

"That's how your talking to a baby, love?" Simon murmured and you did not even try to believe what you heard. He continued, seeing your confusion: "I see... I'm no longer your baby, am I?"

"Wha-.."

Oh.

'"What's going on in your mind, baby?"'

So that's what it was all about.

"You pervert," you said, watching him laying you down on the table and towering over you like he was some kind of mountain of muscles. This whole situation was quite crazy, and you swallowed, losing all your boldness just because of how dominant he became, taking your hands in his one so tightly that you couldn't move your fingers if you wanted to. Breath-taking Simon. First, you met on your first night together. A completely different person than what you usually see. His gaze was on you, examining you - how the fabric glided effortlessly over your body, showing up your ribs, tummy, chubby sides (you gained some weight after giving birth and were a little worried about it, but the way he cravingly looked at your fat...), your white panties, already wet for him. Of course, you were wet. He was between your legs, holding your hands, ready to eat you up.

"'Baby?..'" you whispered under him, trying to move your feet, but his other hand grabbed your knee abruptly and pushed it aside, leaving you completely open to him. "Don't try to hide, mama," you gasped at his words, heart started beating faster, and his head lowered to touch your belly with his lips. Soft and full. "It's nothing you need to be ashamed of.. if it's not me. Are you ashamed of me, mama?". Impossible, how he affected you with this damn 'mama' spoken by his powerful, quiet voice, "You don't need to be ashamed. Didn't you say today that your breasts are full? Don't you remember?".

You swallowed your saliva, chest up and down, and your voice cracked when Simon slightly touched underneath your filled breast, "I said we can sell it... There are many people with.. problems with.. with feeding. Simon, what are you-"

"Stop asking. You don't trust me?"

"I do, but-"

"No 'but'."

You should've said something, but when he grabbed your tit with his wide palm, compressed your nipple lightly between the index and middle fingers, everything that was in your head vanished immediately. Milk ran out over his fingers, to his wrist, and tangled in his short hair above the tattoo. "So easily, mama," he murmured, following the drop of your milk, "you're so full.. and you wanna give this to someone else? You wanna take it away from our daughter? Deprive her of that, mama? Is that what you want for her?"

You just said there's too much milk in you, useless milk, because your girl never starved, but the mere idea of giving part of you to someone who wasn't his child, just made him so, so jealous. You choked - Simon pulled your nipple with his fingers as if in punishment.

"No, no, of course not, I just wanted..."

And then the moon fell:

"You can give it to me." Your eyes widen in shock. And you saw him raise his milk-stained hand and watched his tongue follow the line from elbow to finger, licking your juice. "Sweet..." He murmured, "So sweet, so delicious..." And before you even realized, he sat you up at that table, wrapped his hand around you, and pressed his open, greedy mouth to your milking breast, moaning, like it was the best thing he ever tasted. A cry escaped your lips, you instantly grabbed his head, closed your eyes tightly - your nipples were so, so sensitive after feeding, and now he almost ate 'em. Shivers ran through your body, every cell was tense, trembling legs closed behind his back, as if locking him with a fuckin' padlock pressed against your body, yet still fully dressed. "Madman," you whined, squeezing the back of his balaclava, "you're a madman, Simon Riley, you're out of your mind...Teeth-!" Your sob forced him to let go of your chest with a loud smack, just like your baby did before, and the marks of his teeth were clearly visible on the soft, full flesh around your nipple.

"Watch your teeth- god, you-" you cried out, almost ready to hit him on the back, but then he, stooped, suddenly looked up at you, so innocent, so open, that something in your gut began to tighten. "Something wrong, mama?" He said, and you miraculously felt how his second hand was lost between your thighs. Breath didn't want to recover, he clung to you, pressing his cheek against your chest, and milk flowed out of you harder.

"No..." You answered, not sure if he's a pervert for calling you 'mama', or you for enjoying it so much, "Nothing wrong, baby... Just.. watch your teeth, okay?" Eyes to eyes, without a blink, you sucked air through your teeth and slowly put your trembling hand at his half-covered cheek, stroking until he closed his eyes, "You want to be good for mama, don't you, baby?"

"Mhm", he whispered, kissing your hand softly.

You didn't know your first sex with Simon after such a long time would be like that, but his finger, just one, was in your underwear and it pressed your clit so good, that you almost lost your mind, tilt you head back.

"I will be good for you, but I'm so mad at you..." Suddenly his voice softened and your hips tensed; his palm was fully in your panties, squeezing your cunt, pressing the middle finger to the entrance.

"Why mad, baby?.."

"I'm so mad you want to give yourself to someone else, mama," and when he opened his eyes, his finger entered you on the first finger phalanx, you hold your breath and bit your lip - you forget how big his fingers were, one of his like two of yours, and there was no lubricant, just your sloppy juices. Every tiny scar on his finger was fully felt, every callus, every cut. "You wanted to share yourself with hell knows who. That's how you feel about us, love? Is that it? Instead of giving everything to your, to my child, our child, you were going to.. what?" finger thrust further, you gasped, he pressed you into himself tighten. One small kiss to your neck and you already was useless, when he lifted you again and whispered in your ear while carrying you to the couch and putting you on his thighs so that you could lay down on him completely naked.

You don't need clothes, do you?

"You were going to waste it, love." He continued. "Instead of calling me, your husband, to help you."

"Help me with what?.. sucking this milk?.."

"Exactly, love."

You would've chuckled, but then there was a crack and your torn panties fell to the floor.

He tore them on you.

Animal.

"Beast..." You whispered, putting your head on his shoulder and feeling him squeezing your tits once more with both his hands.

"Me?" Simon's soft laughter was almost unbelievable, "No, no... I'm not. You are. A little cow, mama. Leaking your sweet milk. Just like a cow. Allowing me to drink it..." he pressed his face into your chest, threw you back, milk splashed from your nipples and hit him right on the balaclava, "What a mess you are. You're looking? Look carefully." fingers squeezed one nipple, twisted, pulled, milk splashed in all directions, flowed all over your chest and down to your torso, and his hands, warm, making you whine and mumble in pain in half with pleasure, just like a cow. "Oh love, and not just here. Don't take your eyes off, watch how wet you are, you ruined my clothes," his second hand went down to your groin, suddenly you wanted to cover yourself, but his middle and index fingers had already opened your vulva, revealing his hungry gaze your lower lips. "Look at you, you're soaking, mama... Do you hear it? That's your sound."

The sloshing of your juices as he circled around your entrance, the crackling of his clothes as you squeezed his shoulders, your whimpering as he purposely ignored your hard clit - all this cacophony was his symphony for your ears, and only yours.

"You sound so well, love..."

"Simon.. Simon, please, Simon..."

"What 'please'?"

"Simon, please, I want to kiss you..."

"Kiss me then."

"No! No! Please, Simon, I want to kiss you so bad... Please let me just-" and your shaking fingers touched the edges of his balaclava, throwing aside.

Scars.

Scars all over his face.

His bright eyes, his short blond hair, and all these scars made him look way older than he was. Breath-taking Simon.

You couldn't resist the impulse to praise him like he always secretly loved:

"You're so beautiful..." Fingers ran over his cheeks, cheekbones, brows, nose, lips, so kissable, you pressed your mouth to his with a hiss, feeling Simon again in you with his whole finger. "Damnit, baby..." You said, silencing him by taking his tongue with yours.

His hand on your ass, his finger fucking you, so tight girl, he loves feeling your walls around him, up and down - you got up on him, fucking yourself with his finger, and lowered to feel how he put his second finger to your entrance. Your breath hitched as he broadened your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. Juices sloshing, his panting against your neck, his other hand gripping your ass so hard it threatened to bruise it, and his fingers fucking you like he was re-examining you - twisting the hand, pushing in, speeding up and massaging your inner lips and your clit, making you moan so loud, thank god rooms were soundproof. "I want to be inside you so bad, mama..." You heard him, hissing in your skin, biting it with his sharp teeth, you could've just hugged him tighten, "So wet, so delicious, look at you, how beautiful you are, ready to carry my second child...are you ready, mama?"

"Second child?.." you whispered barely audible, eyes watering from his aggressive pounding, and almost whining when the sound of unfastening the belt reached your ears and the cold steel of its plate touched your hot skin.

"Of course," and he didn't even stop pounding you, that dirty pervert; pulled his boxers down, letting the cool air touch the head of his cock. Red, wet head. Big. Thick. You didn't have to look at it to instantly lower your palms down and, howling like a wild dog, grab his cock with your both hands. "Fuck, love..." He cursed, clutching your ass, "You missed me, huh? Did you?"

"I did, I did, so much, baby, so much..." your trembling voice, your confident hands stroking his already hard fat dick, your cunt, shrinking from the memory of how sweetly he filled you that last time before your pregnancy... You, cock-drunk, beneath him, full with his thick hot sperm and covered by it all over your body - your ass, your vulva, your belly, your face; he came so much then, it was your first night together after you both returned from your mission. And now you can have it again... Finally.

"Pink on your cheeks suits you, love," he murmured, stroking your cheek like you did with his, "but I prefer your tears..." and before you even understood, his tongue already was on your face, licking off salty tears, mumbling, moving his hips to you while you jerked him off. "Everywhere... Wet everywhere... Did you always have been such a dirty fat slut?.. Crying, milking, soaking... I can eat you alive. Show me your mouth," he took his hand off your butt, roughly opened your mouth, looked, "Oh, I see... Would you mind, if I-"

And you felt his saliva on your tongue before Simon finished his sentence.

"There you go, such a good girl..."

But he didn't even think about letting you swallow his spit, and while you were trying to get back into rhythm, drunk on his saliva, he threw you onto the sofa, covering you from above, like a goddamn wall: "No, no, don't close your mouth." An animal, a real beast, twice your size, towered over you, mocked you, deprived you of his fingers and you could only helplessly scratch his hands near your head and push your pelvis in him, trying to somehow sit on his cock with your pathetic leaky pussy. "Don't close your mouth, you don't want me to fuck you, mama?" Sly bastard, so different, so cold, so soft for all of them, role model, best fighter, squad pride...Made fun of you, so turned on. You nearly hated him for this, but couldn't deny how you loved him above you.

"I want," trembled lips parted, saliva flowed slowly down your tongue to its root, your heavy breath was the only music for him.

"You want? Then be good for me, and I'll be good for you, mama, your good, good baby boy, mama... I would be anything for you, open your mouth, open it, let me fill you everywhere, will you, please?"

You barely had time to grab his short hair when he pressed his mouth to your mouth, but your tongues did not touch each other, you only shared your breath with him, as you always did, and when the tip of his fat cock touched your entrance, you held your breath, feeling how, along with his length, ripping you apart, widening you, inch by inch, he poured into you also his spit. Thick saliva - that's how hungry he was for you, his mouth was full of this viscous liquid.

"Good mama," words were hard for you, he closed his eyes, stopped at how tight you were, grabbed your leg, and slung it on his belt, thrusting deeper into you. Each vein on his long cock, each brought so much pleasure to extremely tight you... It was nearly impossible to move, but he always was stubborn and even when the drop of sweat ran over his neck, he continued entering you, sadistically slowly. "Relax for me," he almost begged, and you whispered:

"I've already..."

"So that's how tight you actually are, then, huh?" Seems Simon was starting to lose patience, fingers of one hand pressed on the upholstery of the sofa near your head, the second he squeezed your breast as if in revenge: "I almost forgot how it's like...when you're not in the shape of my cock." he sucked in air through clenched teeth, staring into the tears in your eyes, like he wanted to lick them again, "But it's okay..." He continued, thrusting you exactly to halfway of his cock, "We have plenty of time to make you perfect for me again, love. It's okay. I'll fuck you 'til you'll be open for me every time I want to fill you with my cum. You like my cum?" you cried, his heavy hand gave a slap on your ass, "Of course you do... Mama's such a slutty thing, she's always ready for me to cum in her, give her so much of my sperm, so she can give birth to our future big family."

"Big..." You whined about how he was ripping you with his dick, demonically slowly to the very core, to the root. You felt the warmth of his full, heavy balls, as he promised, filled with his cum just for you, and your back arched in an unthinkable angle, as soon as you felt the coarse hair on his groin.

"Yes, love, big family," and even his mumbling reached you with difficulty, you suffered on him, scratched him, beat, squeezed him with your legs, wriggled like a snake, and he hung over you, indestructible, like a rock, tried to take a breath from the pain in the cock. "Me, you, our children, so many children..."

And there was the first thrust.

Right on the nerves.

Until the pitiful cry and eyes rolled back.

Big, big, big-

So fucking big-

"What, you can't handle me anymore?" his hoarse rough voice came from above and your body shook as he thrust into you and slap your thigh, leaving the big red shape of his five fingers. "How you're going to have my children then? Be the mother of my babies, raise 'em, feed 'em with that delicious milk of yours-" Simon compressed one of your nipples again and you choked on a scream as the milk spurted freely up. "Dirty, dirty mama..." Was his only response.

And he fucked you.

To the cries, putting all his strength into you, moaning loud and clear, just like you love, forcing you to beg for his cock, but already fuckin' you, watching your tits jiggle and milk splash everywhere, spoil his clothes, get on your cheeks. To legs shaking, to an exhausted body, growling in your face how much he's going to cum in you so that you burst from his sperm, pregnant with his children, forever, for your whole life, so everyone, every fucking single one from everywhere could see whose are you, who you belong to. This belly, squishy and fatty, this face, these tits, hips, legs, feet, mouth, this milk, and other juices, these eyes, beautiful, beautiful eyes, these delicious lips, this heart and soul - all, all for him and his children, all for the Riley family, all of it for them and no one else, no one fuckin' else. You're trapped here, you're never gonna leave this man and his child, you belong to them with your whole being, you understand that? Do you, mama? Do you understand there's no escape, he would fight Death if that sucker would ever allow himself to at least think about taking you away from Simon; he would fight Death, and he would kill it because no one has the slightest right to take even a piece of you from him.

"Mine," he groaned, sinking his fangs into your neck, suddenly grabbing you by the waist and lifting so that you sat on his cock as tightly as physically possible, and kept fucking you, beating out from you every moan, every deep scratch your nails left on his shoulders as you bathed his neck with your tears. Pressed into each other, like two halves of a whole, crazy, lost in each other, interwoven, and you won’t understand where you begin and he ends. Your cunt hurts, but the pain is so sweet that you're not sure you want to cut it, you're not sure you want him to stop, to be more gentle, not pounding you like a fucking hammer, and the angle is so right - you can feel not just his dick deep inside you, but how your clit is stimulated by him, his rough movements. Oh, this beast, this madman, this insane man... So insane just for you. You cried out, moaned: "Simon... Simon! Simon!" as if it was the only thing you remembered in your life, and the rubbing of your bare nipples against his outer clothing forced you to snuggle closer to him and at the same time as if trying to get away from him.

He was no longer there, he was all inside you, thrusting you like it was his last day, angry, but carrying you so perfectly that you could've let yourself lay on him, and you knew he would never let you fall.

"Simon, Simon, listen, listen to me, please-" your trembling voice almost vanished in all these sex sounds, but he pushed you closer (there was no 'closer') and you simply whined: "Simon, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to- I want to cum so bad- please, Simon, I wanna cum, I want you to cum, please, cum with me, please-" Your fingers pulled back his hair. You yourself pulled back, arched in your back, and instantly your muscles contracted on his cock, forcing him to fall, falling with you on the soft sofa. A little more and he would've crushed you with his weight, but with a desperate groan he managed to grab your hands and, lacing your fingers together, lean on them to hang over you, not for a second slowing down the speed of his deep, passionate thrusts.

Your useless legs struggled to stay on his lower back, your breasts were shaking painfully and you felt the blessing of heaven when he clung to you, pressed, as tightly as it was physically possible, and instantly squeezed you in both his hands. "Cum for me," he moaned in your ear, his veiny cock almost touched your uterus, but it seemed that if he wanted to, he would fuck your womb just to impregnate you. "Cum for me, mama, let me see how happy you are to be pregnant for me, just for me, showing people how you love me, scream, mama..."

Heavy breathing, deep unforgiving pounds, bursting cock, burning heart, nails scratching his strong broad back, ribs compressed with iron arms - and you, so tiny compared to him, you, so little, so fragile looking in his arms... were ready for anything for this man. "Cum for me," he ordered, grunted, and you tensed on him, squeezed him with all your might to his own loud moan, and tears gushed from your helplessly rolled eyes. His moans, low but beautiful, just for you, were the only thing you heard in your petite mort.

And his seed filling you, hot, thick, was the only thing you felt.

The maddening feeling of being filled with rich cum, his cum, your husband's, your man's, drove you to a silent scream, to open mouth from which no sound came out, and saliva flowing down from the edge of your mouth only to dry on your cheek when you tilted your head back. And as if boiling sperm in you, poured into your insides.

"Greedy mama..." you didn't even come to your senses when you focused your blurred vision on Simon overhanging you, cupping your wet cheek with his large hand. His quiet, purring voice settled in your head like a gooey honey. You could nearly discriminate his words. Not understanding what was happening around, hearing only his voice and feeling only him in you, you were like gutted and thrown into the light while his sweat dripped on you from above, and his heavy breathing only miraculously did not blow you away. "Just like that..." Even his voice cracked, this man couldn't resist the devil, and mumbled inaudibly: "So good for me... So good... Such a good girl..."

Hot seed in you, his weight on you, his warmth all over you, his loud breath and your inner muscles tightening and loosening around him while he, overstimulated, continued moving in you, also overstimulated, and the movements were so...gentle ... So soft... His soft pounds, his smooth swings, almost like trying to rock you, but that orgasm was so blinding, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't concentrate on the outer world, just him and his hands, his hips between your legs, his balls tightly pressed to you, his cock inside you completely... So... Soft... Hot... Your body temperature was almost past its peak... And that gentle touch Simon gave you on your belly, lying his head on your shoulder.

After what he did, you barely remember how carrying he was... This big softie...

"You..." your hoarse voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in at least ten years, there was fuckin' Sahara in your throat, and your eyes couldn't even close from the experienced orgasm, "What you just... What you... Wha-...."

Tied tongue refused to obey.

You literally could not utter a word, only mumbling something incomprehensible.

Boneless.

Dry out.

Dehydrated.

The son of a bitch literally sucked all the juice out of you.

"Si..bl... Bml... Ah......"

And when he, as exhausted as you, pulled away to kiss you on the pink hot cheek, after all, that he had done, you nearly could look at how calm he was.

"You alright, love?"

Blue eyes glanced at you in slight worry, he stroked your wet hair, raised himself with both hands to look at you, but you could not take your eyes off him. You stared at him in disbelief or shock - doesn't matter, you just experienced the nastiest sex in your life, and he was so calm, so confident, like nothing happened, like it was a daily basis for you - being fucked 'til semiconscious state while your husband was 'mama'-calling you and sucking your tits, and, holy shit, did that really-

"Do I..." You swallowed, looking him dead in the eyes, without a single blink. "Do I look like I'm alright?... Do I?... And what happened with 'mama', baby?.. what happened with 'mama'?" suddenly your voice became demanding, insistent, from somewhere you found the strength to weakly hit him in his rock-hard shoulder, and Simon's eyes flashed with shame for a second, then he moved them from you, almost trying to hide, while leaving your core and sitting on the edge of the sofa at your useless boneless legs still shaking from whatever the hell that just was.

He inhaled, "I..."

"Shut up." and he closed his mouth instantly, staring at the floor, even before he heard properly what you said. "You sucked my milk."

"Um..."

"I said shut the fuck up- You just- where are my pills?"

"What?"

The slight surprise in his voice almost pissed you off and it was funny how he almost trembled with fear and tried to shrink under your gaze: he, that behemoth of a man, two meters tall, mountain of muscles, Lieutenant, a brave soldier of the Queen, Chain Dog of Captain Price and Commander Lasswell, trembling under your gaze, your, women half his height, twice as weaker than he ever was, furthermore, unable now to even wake up on her own, move her limbs, he was fuckin' scared-

Indeed.

You did have power over him.

"My pills." You barely raised your voice and he already was on his feet, pulling on his pants and trousers, looking for your plan B.

You watched him, nervously seeking after them, making as much noise in the bathroom as he would never make on a battlefield, and you could almost see his shaking hands turning the whole room upside down.

"We're gonna have a nice long talk about all of it," you heard yourself surprisingly serious, when he came to you with a glass of water and your medicine, helping you, holding your head for you to drink, "we gonna..." you swallowed the pill from his hands, drank all the water from the glass without taking your eyes off him, and exhaled loudly as he kissed your cheek after.

"We're gonna?.." he echoed you and you saw him squatting down next to the couch, against your head, so you could lie down and look him straight in the eyes without getting tired.

"We're gonna clear up your... This. Simon."

"Mhm?"

"Eyes on me."

"They already are, ma'am."

You could've laughed, because he never called you that unless you were extremely serious about small things in your life, no one ever saw him mocking you, or smiling like this, widely and openly, but there were topics you wanted to discuss before admitting that both of you were total perverts, and nothing would even help you clean your conscience from it.

To be fair, you didn't actually want.

You knew he was more playful, more... Different when you were alone, there were demons inside his pretty blonde-haired head, that was true, you knew the man you married, and he never was such a jealous person without any reason, and... You didn't know how, but you were sure this talk about 'sharing with someone else' wasn't just... Dirty talk. There was something else deep inside.

"You're thinking too loud, love," you heard him hawed it out and then felt his strong hands on your aching legs. "Again."

"I'm just... You know what?"

"Mm?"

"We... We should..."

"We should?.."

"We should... Holy hell, Simon... You..."

"I was serious about what I said, love."

Boom.

You tilted your head, met his eyes, moving from your legs to your face.

His deep and at first sight as if almost naive eyes.

"About?..." You whispered, feeling something strange growing inside you with every second he was looking deep into your soul.

Nasty, nasty soul.

"About having a big family." you felt his gentle kiss on your ankle, his head relaxed near your feet, he mumbled, "We already have one pretty girl... I want more. I want... I want to come home... And see a hoard of children running to me... Meeting me... And you... And then I'll sit with them, and you will work, and, imagine... Coming home, where there'll be a bunch of kids, siblings, maybe playing with each other, or arguing, or... Else. Our little world."

"Our little world..."

Unbelievable.

Dreamy, absorbed in his fantasies, soft, affectionate Simon. Telling you about that.

"Even if we could... What if something goes wrong?.." you couldn't resist your fears, not for yourself, but for hypothetical children. "What if... We won't be able to give them what they deserve?.."

And suddenly he smirked:

"I'm not telling you making a second one right now, am I?" your eyes met, your uncertain, and his, surprisingly romantic. "I'm just... Maybe we shouldn't stop at just one. She needs a friend. We were able to do so many things. I will buy a big house somewhere in the middle of nowhere..."

"With a garden and greenhouse?"

"Yep. I will arrange the area. Maybe we can have cows?"

"And chicken."

"And chicken. And..."

And you completed his sentence without looking at him, just knowing what he would say:

"...and have a daydream house with white picket fence and a golden retriever..."

"I prefer Alsatian."

There was something wrong with this man. Who was without a drop of doubt thinking that you two, and now with the third little human, can have that unrealistic happy lovey-dovey life.

Scarred soldiers, hardly married, only a year ago trembling from fear because of the thought that you would have a child in your house, such an irresponsible thing to do- and- and- now-

Now he was saying you can have more, can take responsibility for more people, more little ones- where were the guarantees that he would not die in the field? where were the guarantees that you would not be killed? where there were guarantees that you could become good parents, raise good children, fulfill your duty to them, and remain happy, not break down, challenge life, who stubbornly told you over and over again that you weren't made for this, you simply cannot have this, this isn't for you, and-

There really was something wrong with him.

And maybe, only maybe, there was something wrong with you, too.

Because you believed him.

You believed him with all your being, you trusted him, you knew he would never betray your trust, he would do more than everything to keep his promises, you knew the word "family" wasn't just a sound for him, and you became his family, he did not just wanted kids and that shitty house, fuck it, that wasn't about the house.

All of that was only about you.

Making family with you.

Having kids with you.

Introducing you as his wife, being a father to your kids, calling you the mother of his kids, knew exactly that is your and his blood running in their veins, that's your common children playing in the garden.

And in his face, which for some reason everyone finds impenetrable and dispassionate, you read so much that your heart breaks, your breath hitches, your pulse skips a beat:

Simon Riley doesn't want this house without you. He doesn't want kids without you. He doesn't want any white picket fence, no garden, no greenhouse, nothing without you. It's all is just meaningless for him, if it's without you.

You are that one thing that makes him believe he's unstoppable. You're that one person for whom he wants to try, despite fully understanding how hard, almost impossible it will be. Definitely will.

The man will move mountains just for you.

He would fight Death, and he would kill it just for you.

That's truly crazy.

But once again, if he's crazy, then you are too.

"Okay..." your quiet voice sounded in the silent room, only the cozy melody accompanying your words. "Alsatian it is."

It took a second, stretching for years, for him to slowly, with the grace of a well-fed tamed predator, get up from the floor and lean towards you, giving you the most tender kiss you have ever felt.

Delicate as silk, sweet as chocolate, a touch of love.

All his feelings for you couldn't fit in one kiss. But he needed to try.

And as soon as you relaxed, trusting yourself to his strong, safe arms, loud baby cries came from the baby monitor.

Damn.

Simon pulled away from you with a quiet "Don't move, I'll go get the Princess" and you couldn't help but giggle when you heard him open the door to your bedroom and start talking like an idiot, cuz she just loved when he was goofy around her.

In one second, promises to make you perfect for his fat cock again, and in the second after that, rocks your common child while making hilarious noises to pacify her.

"Simon!" And when he, rocking your tiny Princess, looked out from behind your bedroom door, you said helplessly, unable to remove the silly smile from your face, "I love you, baby."

His gaze softened.

"I love you, too, mama."

Oh, this man...

Oh this man!