#cant wait to be his sugar baby

[the-acid-pear]

Y'know this little throwaway gag is so bizarre to me and I know this game is a bit very different to 2 and 3 but look at Matt's reaction when Jack raids the place in 3:

You'd argue he's simply stopping Jack bc he hates this guy and he also hates this job which Could Be True but i highly doubt bc overall despite his virginity and overall cursed vibe, Matt seems to be a good employee, by all means (I mean, Peter literally gave him a vacation instead of firing him in 2, so that says a lot).

Plus, Dave hates this guy as much as he hates him! He literally always calls him creepy and, AND!

This is the only footage you get of the prize corner in 2. Which is also the first game to show Matt and Dave's disdain for one another, Dave being likely more scared of Matt than Matt will ever be of him.

Which is all very curious. 2 does set a drastic change for Matt too with him going from being just strange to outright creepy, so was the old pizza place closing something that actually affected him or was he consistently that creepy all along? And if the later, did he just start hating Dave after that or did they always have beef and they simply had some sort of arrangement (or even higher word from Steven who tended to let Dave do whatever he wanted in general) that let him do so?

[elflutter]

— i'll love you forever (a momma, you'll be)

kinktober 03 → ruts & breeding kink

in a rut!logan x f!reader

synopsis

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this day: Logan at his most fertile; you at yours. Even though you’ve talked about it, stopped your birth control for it, an an unspoken question still lingers in his gaze. You’re sure about this? You really want a baby with an old man like me?

wordcount: 2.7k | crossposted on ao3

tags/warnings below the cut!

tags/warnings: explicit (18+ mdni), worst wolverine, light a/b/o dynamics (ruts), breeding kink, daddy kink, light dom/sub, age gap (reader is 25+), logan calls himself old man, pet names (incl. sweetheart, baby, momma), unprotected p i v, creampie, fingering, mention of a safeword (not used), reader is ovulating, mentions of pregnancy, pussy pronouns (she/her), logan can pick up reader (but he can lift up to 800 lbs so), logan calls reader's pussy his, no use of y/n. i'm sure i've forgotten something, please let me know if i have!

a/n: idk what came over me with this one omfg. some of this filth was definitely influenced by some other amazing fics i've read this kinktober. the way you want to by @eupheme and baby fever by @silverskyeline come to mind specifically! please go give them some love if you enjoy this one, hehe. and thank you @sceletaflores for hyping up all my depraved ideas, ily

Your boyfriend’s mutation provides certain… perks to your relationship. Firstly, he’s strong enough to pick you up like you weigh less than nothing. And with the healing factor, his refractory period is practically non-existent. But, you think your favorite part of his mutation might be the one on display right now.

Logan’s pupils are blown wide the moment he walks through the door to your shared apartment. The front of his flannel is dark with sweat, a common sight after another long day at the construction job Wade helped secure for him a couple years back. But, from the bulge is already visible through worn jeans, you think all that sweat might be from something else, too. Something that sends electricity shooting down your spine, because you’ve been waiting for this.

Logan clicks the door shut, twisting the lock behind him without looking away from you, his stare heavy and heated. He pulls off his work boots like he cant rid himself of them fast enough, and you’re surprised the well broken-in leather doesn’t rip under his ironclad grip. The thought of that grip on your body, those fingers pressed into the plush of your thighs, has warmth pooling in your core— thick and sweet, like honey in your veins. Heavy and intoxicating, like the whiskey on his breath when you first met.

His biceps bulge beneath rolled-up sleeves as he reaches down to adjust his hard-on, and he prowls to where you sit on the couch, body twisted so you can keep your eyes on him. When Logan finally reaches you in the living room, you’re certain you’ve soaked through the lace of your panties. You straighten out your torso to face forward as he kneels in front of you, spreading your legs to accommodate his broad form.

His voice is as rough and dark as the denim of his work jeans when he finally speaks. His grip hard on your ass, just how you like it. Fingers dig into the thin fabric of your leggings as he pulls your body to the edge of the couch.

“Rut’s here, sugar.” He buries his nose against your hair, breathing in deep— the warm vanilla of your shampoo mixing with the heady scent of your arousal. He speaks into your hair, like he wants to bury himself there. “And I could fuckin’ smell you from the hallway. Drippin’ for me, huh?” He nuzzles in even deeper then, indulging.

You wait for his nose to pick it up— that you’re fertile. You should be, if you’re tracking correctly. You pray that you are. You think you must be ovulating, from the throbbing ache you’ve felt all day. Aching for Logan, for his thick girth to split you open, to be full of him. For that moment, as he empties within you, of soul-deep connection.

When Logan groans against you, the sound a broken thing, your racing heart kicks up a beat. He’s scented it; you’re certain. Logan pulls back, his large hands moving to cradle your face with a gentleness that sends a pang through your chest.

“Baby, are you—” He searches your eyes for an answer, as if he can peer into them and see your desires.

Even during these ruts, when his body burns with an ache only for you, to fuck and to fill, to claim, you call the shots. You tell him to stop, that it’s too much, and he will. He’s still Logan, always in control of himself. It’s not unlike how your sex drive changes, during your own cycle. And, shit, you’re weak for it. Always have been.

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been waiting for this day: Logan at his most fertile; you at yours. Even though you’ve talked about it, stopped your birth control for it, an an unspoken question still lingers in his gaze.

You’re sure about this? You really want a baby with an old man like me?

You nod; the sting in your chest drowning out the ache in your core for a moment. One day, you hope, he’ll see that you want everything he could possibly give you.

“Yeah, baby. It’s time, I’m ovulating.” Leaning forward, you press your forehead against his, fingers moving to rub gentle circles in his hair. “Please, Lo. Want your baby.”

His lips crash into yours, then, before he’s scooping you up. You hook your feet behind his back as he carries you to the bed, peppering you with kisses and breathy murmurs in your ear.

“Alright, sweetheart, want me to fuck a baby into that sweet little cunt?” His teeth are on your earlobe, hot breath grazing each of his love-bites. You’ve melted into putty in his hands when he finally sets you down on the plush surface of the bed, mind a haze of lust and longing. “Gonna look so good with my baby in you, my little momma.”

Your cheeks grow hot, his words nestling through your mind and finding a home in the dull throbbing between your legs. His name escapes your lips in a needy whine. Before you can say anything else, he flips you onto your stomach. His grip finds your hips, pulling up until your ass is in the air right at the edge of the bed; face buried in the covers.

Logan’s hands move to cup the swell of your bottom as he stands behind you, humming in satisfaction.

“Such a pretty little present, comin’ home to her every day.” Your face heats as you realize he’s not talking to you, but your pussy. “She’s fucking drippin’ for me, isn’t that right?”

All you can manage is a nod and a pathetic whimper, words lost somewhere in the haze of desire.

His palms brush up your back, until he reaches out to grab one of your breasts, his other hand supporting his upper body as he leans over you until you feel his hot breath against your ear.

“Already cock drunk, Momma? Haven’t even touched you yet.”

“L- Logan, please—” you keen. You don’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed about your desperation. You feel so achingly empty— just need his cock in your pussy; his come deep and warm inside your womb. The pet-name plays in your mind on repeat. Momma. Momma. Momma.

The image of walking around in a few months, full with his child, and everyone will know who you belong to. Who did this to you. He’ll make you face the mirror above the dresser while he stuffs you full of his come, night after night, whispering how good you look now that he put a baby in you.

He doesn’t move his lips from where they brush against your ear. “Gonna unwrap my present now. Wanna see that pretty pussy. Know she needs some attention, doesn’t she?”

You nod desperately. Suddenly, he stands up straight again, and before you can even protest at the loss of his body heat pressed up against yours, you hear his claws unsheathe with a snikt.

The claws— another favorite aspect of your boyfriend’s mutation in bed. You never knew ruined clothes would get you so damn wet. But it triggers a primal satisfaction deep within you whenever Logan rips through your leggings, your panties, anything keeping the two of you apart. You’ve invested in owning several pairs of the same cheap leggings at any given time, so Logan doesn’t have to worry about replacing the garments he destroys.

He tugs his claws through your leggings and underwear until they lie in pieces beneath you on the bed, and you whine as the cold air of the room grazes where you throb for him. Logan would usually tease you until you were a sobbing mess beneath him, making you drip through the gusset of ruined panties, grinding against your clothed slit. Then, he would make you fall apart on his mouth, then on his fingers, then make you beg, before he’d finally sheathe himself within you.

You thank whatever higher power exists in the multiverse— you think you remember Wade mention someone called Marvel Jesus?— that Logan could only taunt you with one or two lewd comments before he is ripping at your clothes and stepping out of his jeans, shirt tossed aside, to line himself up at your weeping entrance.

Logan is still standing on the floor behind the bed while your ass is swaying in the air where he’s positioned you at the edge, begging for attention. When the fat head of his cock brushes against your puffy folds, heat blooms beneath each place he teases. You can’t help how your neglected cunt clenches around nothing; desperate for something— anything to ease the throbbing ache. Logan grinds his hardness against you— the tip rubbing at your clit has you keening before he slips two fingers into your slick heat.

Every sense is overwhelmed as you feel him enveloping you in his body— his cock teasing at your clit. His breath hot in your ear. One arm between your bodies, fingers curling deep inside. The other, resting on the bed beside your head. All you can feel is Logan, Logan, Logan, all over.

“Gotta get my pussy ready,” his words brush against the shell of your ear. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

Your eyes scrunch shut, the image of how you’d look with Logan’s cock buried within you playing in the darkness of your vision— hips slamming into your ass. Balls making soft plap plap plaps as they slap against your swollen nub. Thinking of Logan, his body on fire with his need to claim you— to breed you. Filling you with his come until your womb is flooded with it. Imagining how you’ll grow plump with his child. You can’t be blamed for the lewd response slips out of you in response to his question.

“Yes, Daddy—” the last word is whined out before you can stop yourself. Cheeks heat, as you realize what you’ve called him. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of it before. His fingers speed within you, curling against the little textured spot inside that Logan knows so well it’s like he owns it.

“Fuck, baby,” Logan pants, his hips grinding to match the pace of his hand. “You’re gonna make me a daddy. You want that, baby?”

His words are rough against your ear— letting out a little hum as you sink even deeper in the haze of pleasure, tension winding tight in your gut.

“Say it.”

The command in his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

Your own voice wobbles, sounding small and pathetic, as you eek out a response that is little more than a whine, “W-wanna make you a daddy!”

“Attagirl.”

A feral smile against your ear, as his possessive praise alights sparks within you. Somehow, Logan plunges his fingers even deeper, then. His hips never slow where they grind against your folds, cockhead notching against your clit just right, and suddenly that coiling tension releases with a snap.

Your climax hits you, legs quaking as warmth spreads out from your core, until you can feel it wash through your limbs. The fingers in your cunt work you through the pleasure, slowing as you pant against the bedsheets.

Standing tall behind you again, you don’t have time to mourn the loss of Logan’s fingers before he positions himself at your slit.

His voice, gentle, when he speaks before slipping inside. “Remember your word, darlin’?”

Your cheeks heat. He always asks that, when he’s about to fuck you into the mattress until you can’t remember your own name. He’s especially careful to remind you of it when he’s in a rut. You nod, telling him the word you can always say if it gets too much. Apple, and he’ll stop.

His palms cup your ass possessively, splaying his fingers wide to hold as much as he can. “You ready to be a momma?”

You nod your assent.

Logan clicks his tongue, and you can hear the smug smile in his voice. “Use your words for Daddy.”

His words are firm, smug, and for a moment you think he might be making fun of you. But you can tell he’s desperate in the way he pushes the tip of his cock inside you before you can respond. You never thought you’d hear Logan call himself daddy, and it turns you on way more than it should.

“Ready to be a momma, Lo, fuck,” you swear as his weeping head pushes past your puffy folds and into your swollen cunt.

It seems that your words snapped the last of his restraint, finally allowing his base urges to take over. For him to claim you how you’ve both ached for since he crossed the threshold into your shared apartment.

He pushes the rest of the way into you, hissing through his teeth as his hips finally meet the plush of your ass. When he starts thrusting, it’s a rough, feral thing. His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back to meet him with every thrust. You’re a rag doll in his arms, ass up and on display, face buried as you moan into the sheets.

Logan looks down at you from where he stands, watching his thick length disappear into your tight little hole. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a growl. He can’t help it, with the image of you— fucked out and ruined beneath him. He plans to keep you in this bed, putting his sweet little pussy to use until he can be certain it took.

“Look so fuckin’ good like this, sugar. Lettin’ your old man fill your tight little hole. Gonna keep you full all night, gonna feel my come leakin’ out for days.”

All you can do is whine into the sheets, growing damp with drool as his hips pound against you in hungry thrusts.

“Y’want that, sweetpea? Want daddy’s come?”

Your answer is torn from your throat in a desperate sob.

“Yes!”

Logan’s grip shifts until he’s got one fist full of your tits and one palm flattened against your belly, pulling your body upright against his while he drives his cock up into your weeping cunt. He palms at your breasts, fingers ghosting across your nipples until both are hard and stinging. His grip pinches and soothes, and soon the palm against your stomach moves downward. Then he’s circling your clit, his cock finding that perfect spot inside your walls before plunging deeper until you can feel it brush against your cervix.

Each sensation washes over you, waves lapping against your toes at first. But the water rises higher, higher, higher until you’re drowning in pleasure, your orgasm pulling you under as you come on his cock. You can feel Logan’s words brush against your ear, as you come undone.

“Good fuckin’ girl, coming on your old man’s cock. Lettin’ me do what I need t’ya.” His words are a low snarl when he continues, thrusting harder and harder. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up real good now, gonna put a baby in this tight little pussy.”

You feel your lips form the word yes, over and over, and you think you must be chanting it like a prayer, as his hips snap into you. Logan’s pace grows frenzied as your walls flutter around him in the aftershock of your climax. Reckless, as he pounds into your puffy cunt, your slick leaking down his shaft onto his balls until he finally falls over the edge with a growl. You feel his cock pulse, impossibly deep, filling you with thick ropes of spend. His thrusts slow, but don’t stop, as he fucks his seed further into you.

Logan gingerly lowers the both of you to the bed. You sigh contentedly, finally laying flat on your stomach. Logan cants himself on his elbows above you, still plugged full of his cock.

You can’t help but giggle— he might be into the whole daddy thing even more than you. And that is saying a lot, because you are super into it.

“Lo, that was so fucking hot.”

He chuckles darkly, pulling out before he gathers up the come leaking out of your used cunt and pushes it back inside with his fingers.

“Hope ya don’t think I’m done with you for the night.” Your cheeks heat as you realize he’s growing hard again, his length resting against your ass cheek. “Not even close, bub.”

thank you so much for reading this! id you liked it, please leave a comment or an rb! i would love to hear what you thought!

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[quiet-onset]

seeking refuge

pairing: carmen berzatto x reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: carmy is having a day, and you want him to get lost in you.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact!!!, unprotected sex, overstimulation (character and reader)

a/n: is this realistic? probably not. but that's why it's fanfiction! i truly do not remember writing most of this, but i was looking through my wips to find something work on and came across this already finished fic from last year lol. enjoy!

He had the look in his eye. That look had him curling in on himself, shoulders slumped as his mind ran wild. Every once in a while, he’d get lost in his own thoughts, a complete mashup of all the anxiety-inducing shit he’d ever encountered. Money, renovations, Michael, don’t miss NA meeting, walk-in door handle, Ma, menu, run menu ideas by Sydney, Sugar, and oh shit, Sugar’s baby, right, I’m an uncle—

“Carm?”

Like some sort of psuedo-siren, your voice called him back to stable ground, away from troubled waters. Still, he was merely wading when his eyes focused on you. His lips pulled up in an anxious smile, the best he could give you at the moment. “Hey, sorry, hey. I’m here.” He said, nodding his head. Then, his brow furrowed, and he shook away the confusion. “Wait, what are you doin’ here?”

“Richie called, said you might need the rest of the day off.”

Carm rolled his eyes and stood from the office chair, stepping past you to yell at Richie from the doorway. “Cousin!”

“Uh-uh, you are not fuckin’ up my flow today, cousin. I’m in the zone. Take that anxiety bullshit elsewhere, heard?” Richie dismissed him before he could make his defense.

“Hey, fuck you.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you, too. See ya tomorrow.” Richie replied. “I need hands, chefs!”

You chuckled behind Carm, wrapping your arms around his waist. You pressed your cheek against his back and immediately felt some of the tension there roll away. “That training did a number on him.” You commented.

“Too smart for his own good now.” Carmen added.

You leaned up to press a soft kiss against his ear. “Come home, bear.”

It was only a matter of time after that. He’d explained the issue on the way home, or at least tried to. “I dunno, there’s just too many thoughts and not enough time or space. Feel like my brain’s gonna fuckin’ explode, just get lost in my goddamn mind.”

He almost pulled over and dragged you into the backseat at your reply. “Get lost in me instead.”

And he did. He managed to keep himself contained long enough to get home, but once there, he wasted no time. A mere fifteen minutes later, and he had you on your back, legs spread about his waist as his thick, hard cock stretched you open. You held on for dear life as your pussy clenched around him, wet and sticky with your arousal.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. ‘S exactly what I needed.” He panted. “So fuckin’ wet.”

You could barely form the words to respond, hips canting up with each thrust, chasing the pleasure. Not that it mattered to Carmen, he was content with the sweet moans and whimpers that fell without pause from your lips. He adored the sounds you made and strove to pull them out of you as he pounded you into the mattress. He stopped for a brief moment when he felt your walls tighten, groaning deep in his chest. One hand gripped at the back of your thigh and pushed, spreading you wider. The other slid forward until his elbow was pressed against the mattress next to your head, and he buried his face in your neck.

“Gonna make me come ‘f you keep squeezin’ like that, baby.” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, his breath hot and wet against your skin.

“Can’t he-help it.” You whined prettily. “Feels good. Please don’t stop, gonna come.”

“Yeah? Gonna come on this dick?” His hand reached down to toy with your clit, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you cried out his name.

All you could do is nod, your moans getting louder as your orgasm approached. And then, pleasure so good, tears pricked at your eyes. Your back arched, your breasts pressed into his chest, you moaned his name. That white-hot bliss pulsed in every part of you, almost like it was being torn from you. Your cunt clamped around him, and you’re sure if you looked down, a ring of your arousal would coat the base of his cock.

Like all he needed was your pleasure, his finish hit him like a truck seconds later. An unending string of fuck, fuck, fuck as he pumped his come into you, the white, warm streams of him coating your walls. His balls pulsed hard as he gave you long, slow strokes, the head of his cock nearly kissing your cervix with one particularly deep thrust.

And even though his pace had slowed, his hips didn’t stop. The overstimulation was starting to set in, your stomach flipping deliciously at the continuous pleasure. Still, he was strangely quiet, so you wanted to make sure he was okay.

“C-Carmy,” You whimpered out. “You still with me, bear?”

You expected a pause, a wait, but the answer was immediate. “‘F course I am. Nowhere else I’d rather be. Goddamnit.”

“Carmen?”

“Gotta have you again.”

You didn’t have time to process his words before he was pulling out of you and flipping you over. He hastily grabbed a pillow and lifted your hips to slide it under. Even in the orgasmic-haze that fogged his brain, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Still-hard cock in hand, he stroked himself firmly as he kneeled behind you. His free hand gripped at the fullness of your ass, pulling lightly until he could see the mess he’d made of your pussy, a mixture of yours and his come dripping out of you. It might've drenched the pillowcase, but the thought hadn’t even passed Carmen’s mind. He just leaned over you until his nose was buried in your hair, pressing himself into your sweet cunt once more. You let out a loud moan of his name, your tight walls still fluttering post-orgasm.

“Didn’t want your legs to get sore.” He mumbled as he started fucking you again, slow and deep. “Shit, I need to keep goin'. Need to fill you up again.”

“‘S too good, oh my god.” You cried out. At this angle, the tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Gonna let me keep goin’, right? Let me keep fuckin’ my cock into you, fillin’ your sweet little cunt with my come? Gonna let me get lost in you, pretty girl?”

On one hand, you weren’t sure where this Carmen came from. It wasn’t like he was silent during sex, but he never talked this much. Never this filthy. It was like his pleasure controlled him, the overstimulation working double-time to control his body and mind at once. With every word, his pace got faster, his thrusts deeper, inhibiting your ability to speak. 

It wasn’t made better when Carmen wrapped his arm around your neck, his bicep pressing lightly against your throat. A ragged gasp passed through your lips as he gave an experimental squeeze, timed perfectly with a deep thrust of his cock. He pressed his cheek against yours as you nodded eagerly, hoping the response would suffice.

“That’s it, baby, that’s fuckin’ it. So good to me all the goddamn time.” He groaned, hips bouncing off your ass with every thrust. “Pullin’ me out my head, makin’ me feel good. Perfect girl for me. Perfect girl with a perfect fuckin’ cunt, shit.”

He kept going and going and going, only relishing in a short rest each time. A setting sun and four orgasms later — five, for him — he was still burying his overstimulated cock in your overstimulated pussy. You were on your side now, facing him with your leg thrown over his hip. Each slow thrust of his dick and every pulse of your puffy cunt was laced with pain, but the pleasure was still there, too, making it hard to think. But for Carm, his mind was clear, the only thing left a vision of your sweaty face contorted with mind-numbing pleasure-pain.

One hand pulled you closer by your ass, the other brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. “So pretty like this, baby. Could do this all fuckin’ day.”

“Carm, ‘s too much.” You gasped, eyes wide as you looked up at him. “Feels too good.”

He wiped a tear from your cheek, feeling his balls throb hard, almost painfully, as he plunged his cock deeper into you. “I know, I know. Just need another one, need to keep going till I’m fuckin’ empty. You can do that, right? You can take it.”

And sure, the overstimulation may have been clouding your judgment. But one look at his blue eyes, glazed over and needy, and you wanted to keep going. You wanted to lay there and let him take what he needed until he was spent, till all the anxious thoughts he ever had faded from memory. Your pussy tightened at the thought as you wondered how long it would take before he fucked his mind completely empty.

And just like that, he was coming again. Your sticky walls coaxed it out of him, pulsing around him until his hips stuttered. With the number of loads he’d already pumped into you, you couldn’t even feel the new warmth of his come. You only knew it was there when his cock pushed back inside, and come dribbled out of you and down your thigh.

And not a moment later, you were on your back again, and he was fucking you headfirst into your sixth orgasm. You and Carmen had a long night ahead of you. 

[wtftaylr]

I love Companion Benny. I love the idea that he gets huffy-puffy and “just a little” jealous if you switch him out for another companion. He simply cannot cope with the fact that you’d toss him aside like yesterday’s trash for… what, some scribe in rags? A boring-ass first recon guy? A vaquero ghoul? (ok he thinks Raul is kinda cool actually but he won’t openly admit that)?? Benny has STORIES, baby. Interest. Intrigue. You wanna know all the juicy strip gossip? Guess what, you CANT now because you DISMISSED him. How DARE you.

Benny is VERSATILE, baby. His tagged skills are guns, melee, and unarmed. Good luck finding another companion that can do what he can. Yeah Craig “Frowns” Boone can headshot a cazador from a million yards away or whatever, *mumbling* show-off, he would’ve seen that cazador eventually *end mumbling* but Benny can shoot, stab, AND punch. Hey courier, watch this. I’m gonna punch the fuck out of this deathclaw. He does it (you gotta administer a few stimpaks) BUT HE DID IT. And he was only at half health. 400+ health honeybaby, Benny can take a few whacks from those deathclaw freaks. What was that? Showing off? Benny doesn’t have to show off, sugar plum. He’s just that good.

He also won’t complain that his feet are getting tired. Yeah he’ll complain about minor inconveniences and wants you to do something about them regardless if you realistically can or not, but at least he’ll walk miles upon miles in a day and not complain. He also won’t complain about going back to the Lucky 38. (he’ll just complain about not being able to get in there before the Courier showed up.) What, no one else complains about their feet hurting? Uhhhh BOOT-RIDERS. Silly name. But that’s how they rode the Mojave, dig? On their feet. He’s done this before. Experienced.

AND ANOTHER THING. how many companions shout words of encouragement during a fight. Go on. He’s waiting.

You’re doing great, baby! Show these punk losers what you got!!

I bet all the caps in Vegas you’ll miss that while getting shot to shit by the Fiends or whatever. Grumble. Benny hopes you come back in one piece, of course. He’d just rather see to it himself that you remain in one piece. Uhh BECAUSE HE’S JUST THAT GR-

(The courier left with their choice of companion hours ago. Swank is trying to work but Benny won’t stop gabbing his ear off. Dear god Benny just go be the Head of The Chairmen somewhere else. Swank is trying to do actual work here.)

[jay-joy113]

Being your favorite character sugar baby.

MND

How would it be? Would them treat you like a doll end aways pamper and put your pleasure first, or would they treat you like a little slut, making sure to ruin you before returning you home with messy make up end clothes, all sticky with swaet end cum because they cant be bothered to clean up a dumb bitch?

How would they mark you? Would they lavish you in gifts end make sure everything in your closet was brought by them and punish you when you even think about buying things yourself, or maybe a dog collar to remind you of your place, a cute little pet who needs them to take care care of. Or maybe something more.. naughy. Like forcing you to wear a butt plug on your dates, because why would think you get to control when you go to the bathroom? Silly doggy, you can only go potty at home, in his Garden like a good pet. Maybe if they activate the vibrations youll shut up a bit. Or maybe they dont let you use underwear, why would you when you know theyll just tear that thing off?

They would want to control everything in your life, there wouldn’t be room for argument. Cant take this New toy they found because its too big? Too bad, that thing will be going inside you no matter what. Cant cum anymore? Nonsense, if you can cry you can come again. They want to use your mouth end make you go to bed unsatisfied? Thats whats gonna happen. Complain end youll sleep with at least 4 toys atached to you all night, ruinnig your orgasm again end again.

Sugar baby reader who just accepts they are now a free use slut, wait did that turn you on? You really are fucked up.

Thanks for reading

[lueurjun]

“ let’s just get married ” | heeseung and jay.

the boys reaction to you suddenly professing that you would in fact, like to get married.

. . . . . . . ꒰ HEESEUNG ꒱ ,,

give him a sec

he’s rebooting

his mind went through an unplanned update

because clearly there’s something wrong with it since he swears he just heard you tell him you wanna get married

“hUh?”

you don’t seem to catch onto his confusion in the slightest

because you’re just sat cheesin

you after breaking your boyf 😃

“like… in a couple of years?”

you shake your head, still grinning as though you just won the lottery

heeseung gulps so loud you can hear it from half way across the world

it’s true. i heard it from here.

to be honest—bros petrified

not that he doesn’t want to marry you

he has visions of it

breaking news! lee heeseung is really that’s so raven confirmed!

but now it’s perhaps a little too early for him

still the look on your face had his heart shitting itself

because you look so excited

and telling you to wait would probably break your heart

which lee heeseung would never do

cos then he’d have to go through me. and i have watched kung fu panda. i know my shit.

so he wraps his arms around your waist and draws you in until your foreheads are touching.

cant see his panicked expression if he connects foreheads

and with a thudding heart, he manages to choke out a reply

“then let’s get married.”

imagine i wrote ‘then marry someone else’. oof the drama would be out of this world

now it’s your turn to be panicked

because the reality of it all comes crashing down on you like a thundering avalanche

and suddenly you’re pushing him away

“i don’t want to.”

hA NOT YOU REJECTING HIM AFTER SENDING HIM THROUGH EMOTIONAL TURMOIL

heeseung just blinks at you

because weren’t you the one who proposed this idea?

what do you mean ‘you don’t want to?’

now he’s hurt

because why don’t you want to marry him?

“is it something i said?”

he’s frowning now, resembling a puppy that just got kicked

“no! no! it was just in the moment-you know? you just looked perfect and i felt perfect with you and i got carried away. that doesn’t mean i don’t want to marry you in the future! i think we should just wait.”

heeseung breathes a sigh of relief and pulls you back into his arms

“i’m so glad you think so because i am not ready for marriage yet—but with that being said, i will stick the biggest diamond on your finger when i am.”

compensation for making you wait—heeseung is in fact a sugar daddy 💸

he holds you tighter, and your gaze shifts to his ring finger, a fleeting moment of daydreaming how handsome he'd look with a wedding ring on

your mind is suddenly alive with visions of what married life with heeseung would be like, a flurry of images quickly cascading through your imagination

and suddenly, a familiar feeling tugs in your heart

cheekily, you grin up at him

“i’ve changed my mind. i wanna get married again.”

lord help him

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAY ꒱ ,,

did somebody say something?

no really…did they? he had earphones in and heard absolutely none of what you said

me every minute of everyday

he’s bobbing his head to his music without a care in the world

thriving in — unmarried — life, unburdened by any adult responsibilities or worries

he’s truly blissful

until you yank those earphones out of his ears and peer down at him with a scornful gaze

you could’ve sworn he had paused his music when you entered the room

“hey baby.”

i have been watching a lot of drew starkey edits and his ‘hey baby’ is imprinted in my mind so it must be applied to jay. i do not make the rules.

his face is lit up with an endearing smile, his eyes full of affection as he looks lovingly at you

which makes you smile and gaze back at him with the same expression

“i said, would you marry me?”

naturally, jay assumes that you’re just thinking about the future

which is totally natural in a relationship

so he doesn’t think anything of it when he shrugs his shoulders

“i’d marry you tomorrow.”

same. i’d marry you better than him tbh

now jay loves you

his love for you is as constant and timeless as the sun's relationship with the sky

but he wasn’t being literal. marriage is a huge step and as much as he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you

he felt he was still too young

you didn’t seem to realize that it was just an expression because you started beaming

and jay, not realizing you had taken this literally and assumed you just liked the idea of marrying him in the future, beamed back at you

“great! we should look into venues—no! why don’t we fly to vegas? how does one elope? jay! we should look into eloping.”

at first, he's simply enthralled by the sound of your voice

but then the words register and suddenly he’s hyperventilating

he’s so real for that

“wha- el-eloping? like-in the future…possibly in like five years? maybe seven—”

“no? now! you said you wanted to get married tomorrow and i’ve been thinking that maybe we should? i mean, i don’t want anyone else and imagine married life jay! it would be perfect!"

married life with you would be perfect

jay would love nothing more than to wake up beside you every morning, a wedding band adorning your finger and sharing the same last name

he’d love to introduce you as his spouse, the idea of it alone gives him butterflies

but marriage is a huge commitment

“i mean it would but right now?”

hearing the panic in exchange for excitement, the bubble surrounding you pops

and suddenly, you’re no longer the embodiment of happiness

but disappointment

forget ksi and tommy fury, im gonna be in the ring with jay if he doesn’t marry the life out of you

his heart shatters at the look on your face and that alone has him reconsidering

he plans to marry you in the future, might as well keep that gorgeous smile on your face and push the date forward

“you don’t wanna marry me?”

he reaches out to you, taking your hands in his and guiding you to sit next to him. the closeness is almost overwhelming, and you can feel the warmth of his body as he pulls you onto his lap

bro i’m blushin rn!! look away. i don’t want you to see me like this

jay wastes no time showering your face with passionate kisses, eliciting an gradually forming smile from you

“no. no-i do wanna marry you, more than anything! but it’s just a little early, we can wait a few more years. time with you flies anyway so it won’t even be that long of a wait technically, we’re just… a bit too young yet.”

he’s right, and you hate admitting it

nah don’t fold bae. get that ring 💍

slumping your shoulders, you nod your head with a sigh

“i guess you’re right. i got a little too carried away. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you…”

jay shakes his head, planting a kiss on both of your cheeks, then your nose and then finally, your lips, though he lets that one linger

that alone manages to lift your mood drastically

“how about, we settle for a promise ring?”

your heart swells with emotion at the sweet sentiment and you find yourself unable to resist leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his once more

after a moment — or several — he finally pulls away and laughs

“i take it you like that idea?”

“i do”

[pascalions]

SUGAR SWEET

DBF! JOEL MILLER x F!READER

SUMMARY : going over to Joel’s ahead of time was supposed to be simple, make the pie and have it ready before everyone else got there. But Joel decided he wanted something…sweeter.

WARNINGS : age gap (readers mid twenties, Joel late 40’s) , established slight relationship, oral (f receiving), forced orgasm, overstimulation Joel’s dirty mouth, boob play, no outbreak, almost getting caught, pretty basic but I meant to post it on thanksgiving yalll.

YOUR HAND CLAWED AT THE CRISP white counter, legs trembling as your nipples were exposed to the harsh cooling of the counter. You were supposed to be waiting for the pie to finish, after all everyone was coming over in less than an hour. But Joel found something so damn sexy about watching you be all domestic and cook in his kitchen.

You barley had time to blink before he was latched on to your nipple slipping your underwear down and turning you over on the counter. He was on his knees behind you, not bothering to even breathe as you devoured you like a full course meal. His hands spread the soft plump flesh of your ass and you could hear nothing but his groans and lewd wet noises of your sopping cunt.

“J-Joel.” You moaned as he dipped his tongue in and out of your tightness, it had your mind in a fog as you clawed for anything that could ground you back to earth. But it seemed impossible with the way his mouth worked you.

He grinned as he felt your hole desperately try to clench around something, practically crying for him. “W- mghh people are comi-ing over soo-oh.” Your words were struggling to even pass the barrier of your throat without morphing into a scream. Joel’s tongue teased your undoubtedly throbbing clit making your legs buckle but his grip didn’t fall, it tightened. Your simple dress hitched over your ass and the top pulled below your breast as your hardened nipples grazed the counter as you attempted to hold yourself up.

“Mm, I don’t care. They can wait until ya’ give me at least two baby.” His voice was muffled and through the clogging in your ears you could hear him vaguely. Suddenly his lips latched around you and you whimpered holding onto the counter as your legs shook. “That’s it, c’mon just let go.”

Your mind fogged for a moment, pussy clenching around nothing in such a way that you felt it all over your body. The feeling having you dizzy and your hand loosing grip on the counter, Joel didn’t stop though, and the pain and pleasure consumed you so harshly you felt your head fall forward onto your arm words not coherent as he worked you through your orgasm.

The overstimulation had you crying out, hand wrapping behind you to pull his head away. Your fingers tugging his hand only seemed to make him go faster and the noises that left your mouth were loud enough to override the oven alarm that told you whatever pie you had made was ready. That wasn’t on your mind though, your mind was still hazy.

“Cant- fuck- Joel I- can’t do another.” You stuttered over your words and Joel massaged the flesh of your ass, his tongue much lighter for a moment as his hips jutted against the rough material of his jeans at the way your hands pulled and tugged at his curls. “Yeah ya can m’sweet girl, your doin’ so good already.”

Standing up he wrapped an arm around you, your back against his clothes chest as his fingers tweaked and pulled at your sore nipples. Turning you around he wrapped his large callous hands around your thighs hauling you up onto the counter, ass barley on it. You had lock your legs around his waist as you peered up at him through glazed eyes, his lips attacking yours immediately.

Your hands latched back into his hair as he kissed you, hard. The taste of you flowing into your mouth leaving you to moan before he pulled away from you with a tiny smile. He slid down still between your legs forcing them tighter around his head one they were resting on his shoulders.

His lips returned to your aching clit and your eyes pinched shut as you tried to form anything that would come out, but your mouth was open and nothing stepped out of it. One of your hand was in Joel’s hair as his other one slid up your bunched up dress and grabbed a handful of your breast, squeezing it and pinching the hardened nipple.

Your hips subconsciously grinned against his face, the feeling just way too good to even think about it. Your cunt was still weeping from the last orgasm and his tongue only seemed to push it closer to the finish line. His name was falling from your lips in incoherent babbling as he gripped your thighs, focused on one thing only.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and you felt your blood run cold for a moment, but the pleasure was so blinding you quickly forgot about the fact that your family was outside. Joel didn’t seem to care either as he sucked harshly on your bundle of nerves before his tongue scribbled.

You covered your mouth with your hand as you felt your body float, the second orgasm hitting you like a truck. It made your eyes heavy and your heart race, the relief just felt way too good. The feeling so good nothing was in your mind but Joel, he slowed his movements helping you ride out the orgasm that had your eyes leaking before he stood up and kissed you. “Taste that baby, s’sweet.” He muttered before cleaning you and himself up.

He helped you slide your underwear on and helped fix your dress as he got you down on shaken legs and you made your way to the oven. Joel stood behind you hands running up your sides as you attempted to catch your breathe before pulling the pie out. “I ain’t finished with ya’ sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on the nape of your neck before making his way to the front door.

You pulled the pie out and set it on the counter just as your family came in.

“Hey honey, hope Joel didn’t give ya a hard time.”

no not at all.

So this was short but it’s a draft from thanksgiving and a it completely blanked my mind until I was checking my drafts and saw it

Love ya

[stararch4ngelqueen]

domestic jason hcs? >:)

(this ask feels self-indulgent but i was VERY inspired by this one buff dude i saw on insta reels baking in a not-so-sexual way but like women in the comments are down bad and i cant really describe it im so sorry 😭)

imagine waking up to jason baking something (doesnt have to be anything could just be bread). you wanna help but the only instructions he gives you is to sit pretty, wearing his shirt and all. everytime he moves around the kitchen, he give u a lil peck on the lips if hes close enough to you. youre just sitting pretty like he asked, watching this man work and looking a little love struck cuz all you wanna do is pull him down and give him the fattest kiss for being so husband material

(dude, im yearning so much. thank u for writing a lot for jason 💞 ALSO ive seen u around in the cod tag so another thanks for ur fics there too 💞)

I’m sticking with the prompt cause I had unholy thoughts. An thank you! I appreciate your appreciation for my works ✨

This may be the tiniest bit suggestive 🌝

Time Written - 5:51 a.m

Baking at an early hour was somewhat new for Jason.

Baking at an early hour after an intense ending to an incredible date night was incredibly new for Jason.

His hands were occupied with an intriguing scene of soft dough and hard, rich yellow butter on a marble countertop. His muscles at work folding in the pockets of butter into the dough, pressing it with the heels of his palms.

“Morning, mama.” His morning voice held that early rasp in his tone that tickled you just right. You reciprocated his greeting as you walk into the kitchen, dressed in one of his shirts he aggressively yanked off the night before.

There he stood in grey sweatpants. Baking something delectable for seemingly no reason.

“What’s the occasion?” You question as you approach the counter, admiring his bed rugged hair adding onto his every attractive appearance.

“Cloudy outside, which means baking time.”

“Baking time?” The slightest glance at your cheeky little grin made him amusingly scoff.

“Baked goods,” he clarified with a head gesture behind him. “Coffee’s ready for ya, babe.”

Soon, the kitchen will flood with the warm aroma of browning butter and cooking sugar, invading throughout your home for a very long evening. Neighbors will get jealous over the smell of bakery air, hopefully helping them ignore the noises prior to the other night.

It was quite a sight to watch, his muscles flexing with a focused flare along his brow. You almost didn’t hear his insistence the second time towards the cinnamon coffee waiting in the pot for you.

“Gonna stick around? You’ll get first glance at what I’m making.”

“Which is?” You pry, watching him approach the sink to wash his hands.

“Crossiants,” he admits after drying his hands, giving the tip of your nose a peck. “With chocolate.”

“Look at you, my man’s a baker.” You smile while leaning against the counter, feeling your heart throb romantically from his chaste kisses.

“Not what you expected, huh?”

“What, my Red Hood busting skulls and baking? So many single moms would chase after you if they could.”

That comment has him unexpectedly laugh. Not the worst thing he’s been told, so he’ll take it. Poor single mothers, too bad he’s already taken.

“I thought you meant the chocolate would be inside?” You ask after peeking at the dough he wrapped up in cling wrap.

“No,” He shakes his head. “See, I thought that, but I like the idea of dipping them into melted chocolate a whole lot better.”

“Where’d you get the inspiration?”

“France,” he amusingly huffs with a shrug after approaching to take the packet you handed to him. “Thanks baby. Where else?”

He slips the packet of buttered dough into the fridge before turning towards the stove, almost running into you as you beat him to it, peering into a saucepan full of melted chocolate.

“Hey, hey.” Cool, clean hands gently grasped hold of your shoulders, gently nudging you away from his little workspace. “Easy on those eyes, almost knocked you into an accident.”

“Need some help with anything?” You offer, reminding him of when he used to ask his mother the same question. Happy little memories that brought embers of warmth in his heart.

“You can be of huge help,” He begins, calloused hands grazing down along your fingerprint shaped bruised hips before hoisting you up in his arms like a little doll.

“By sitting pretty, an’ letting me work.”

He plops you down on a stool he pulled out from the island counter, giving you a perfect little spot to watch him work. You slouch after he turns away, watching him return to his little objective on the stove.

“You just melt chocolate in the pan like that?”

“Sorta,” Jason tilts his head after grabbing a spoon, stirring the smooth, ganache-like chocolate concoction around. “France’s version of hot chocolate. Some milk, cream, a little sugar.”

You hum as a response, watching the muscles along the back of his left shoulder move as he enacts upon such a simple, minor task. Jason probably said something else, along the lines of not wanting such a beautiful body of chocolate boil on the stove, but it wasn’t much of your concern as it was his.

Maybe your main concern was how exactly did the scratches you left along his back didn’t break skin, clinging onto him for dear life as they flexed along your greedy palms.

He probably knew that, he was hiding a smile for all you could tell if you paid any attention.

“My girl want a taste?” He offers, his real gaze snapping your mind back into reality. You nod, anxiously sitting up in your seat.

He spoons warm, melted chocolate on the top of your tongue, watching it dribble down your bottom lip. The pink of your little tongue swiped up the remnants, all for Jason’s adoring gaze to witness.

Your reaction varies upon the subtle lack of sweetness from the chocolate.

“It’s not that sweet. Is it dark—?”

Your words are stolen when he kisses you, cradling your face within his two warm hands after carelessly setting down the spoon.

His heavy lidded gaze meets yours after breaking off the kiss, his cheeks flushed with affectionate warmth.

“Don’t know,” his glistening lips curve upwards after licking his lips. “Tastes pretty sweet to me.”

He turns away, as if he hadn’t committed such a crime in the first place.

You’re left watching once again, anxious nerves preventing you from sitting still. Fidgety fingers lingering in your lap, grasping along the lower hem of your shirt.

“Also coffee,” Jason pitches as if he forgot. “Added a little espresso to enhance the taste. You, uh… never got your coffee, babe.”

Oh. Right. The first thing he told you when you came in.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly admit, slightly shifting your hips whilst on the stool. “Got a little distracted.”

He chuckles, not even needing a detective’s mindset to understand fully why. “Did you now?”

Not giving you a chance to answer, Jason sets the saucepan off the burner before turning full attention towards you. Swooping you off the stool you sat, hoisting you ontop of a warm, clean counter.

His torso pressed against yours, keeping you comfortably confined between a marble surface and a hard place. His hands caress along your torso, thumbs trickling over your stiff nipples through your shirt, still sore from his teeth marks.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbles against the shell of your ear. His lips press against your neck as you swallow, kissing down along your collarbone. “Figured you’d have stayed sleeping in ‘till I was done here. Guessin’ last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Your fault for putting on a show.” You whisper, hooking your legs the best you could around his broad waist.

He chuckles against your neck, his excitement as palpable as his pearly smile expressed. “Your fault for watchin’, mama.”

[camryn-haitani]

omgg heyy so i binge read all of your writings and like im speechless.. like holy crap. but like youre legt so talented, so i was thinking if you could maybe like write about sam golbach hearing colby and I from the other room doing some nasty.. and like he cant help and after we finish he wants to recreate it?? i hope u unferstand what im yapping abt here.. anyways once i LOVE you work !! <3

YES OFC

it's like you're in my mind

I hope you like this <3

you sound heavenly, doll

Sam and Colby x FemReader

you and Colby start to get nasty in y'all's shared room. Sam decides to surprise Colby by coming by y'all's house all while he hears y'all and he can't help but make you sound like that too.

TW: SMUT, cursing, masturbating (Sam), p in v sex, name calling (darling, love, sugar, baby, princess, slut), smelling (colbys smells you a few times), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex, pussy eating, slapping (thighs, pussy, face), squirting, crying, hair pulling

I'm sorry if this is a lil short

"fuck, colby!" his cock is hitting your sweet spot over and over. he can't help it, you feel so good wrapped around him.

"I know, darling. just a lil more, I promise." colbys head in your neck, breathing in your scent. he can't get enough. whatever perfume, deodorant, body wash you use, keep using it because he loves it.

"c-cumm-ing" you manage to let out in breaths. all while Colby keeps hitting your spot over and over and over. he knows exactly where it is, he just loves to tease you, acting like he doesn't.

"cum with me, darling. take all of it, take all of me." the words flow right out as your walls flutter around him.

you both calm down from your high as Colby goes to get a washcloth to clean you both.

"imma go get some dinner for tonight, I'll be back soon, love." he kisses your temple and leaves.

you roll over and scroll through social media until you hear a knock on your door. still being sore from Colby, you wobble your way over to the door to open it.

"oh... hi Sam. what's up?" you ask him.

he brings you in for a hug. you, of course, hug him back. he trails his hands down to the fat of your ass. "you sounded heavenly, darlin'." he says in your neck, tickling your ear.

Earlier

the sound of Sam's fist hitting against his balls match with the pace colbys fucking you at. Sam angles his hand more upward to create the illusion he's actually fucking you.

"fuck y/n.... you feel so good." he throws his head back as he came on his chest and stomach. he had been teasing himself ever since you and Colby started. palming himself through his jeans, only fisting the top of his leaking cock, even going so painfully slow. sam couldn't take it anymore.

Now

you've been standing for a good minute and the more you do, the more your legs get weak. Sam feels your weight shift and he gets an idea.

"jump, doll." he orders. you nod as you jump with your remaining strength. Sam's hands still on your ass as he walks you over to your bed.

"been waiting for this, sugar. bet you taste like it too." he squeezes your thighs then gives them a slap. you pull up your legs to spread them even more.

"god you look divine, baby" he licks a fat stripe up your pussy. your hands immediately find a way into his hair. your thighs subconsciously close but Sam pulls away and gives your cunt a warning slap.

"keep them open darling, I need to taste all of you." Sam dove his tongue back into your wet hole.

the knot in your stomach begins to unfold and he could tell, so he pulls away.

"w-what no no no no, Sam please." you beg.

"I don't think so, princess. want you to cum hard on my cock. can you do that for me , sweet thing?"

you nod but you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. you moan at the contact and sam gripped your chin to make you look at him.

"I want words, slut. now answer me properly." he doesn't let go until you answer him.

"yes! 'm sorry!"

Sam's fingers circle ever so slowly on your clit. he coat his two middle fingers with your slick and his spit and push them past your dripping walls. Sam moved his fingers so fast, you never had time to speak. only little squeaks everytime his fingertips hit that special spot in you. with everytime he pushed them back in, your thighs ripple every time his knuckles hit your skin.

"sa-! 'm gon-! cum!" he didn't react in enough time when he felt warm liquids coat his stomach.

"fuck, doll... do that again for me, ok?" he pulls his fingers out and aligns his cock with your pussy. he pushes past your ring of muscle, Sam restrains himself from pushing all of himself in and fucking you. but he knew you need to adjust to him.

you give the nod of approval to continue, and he did just that. he gets to the base and pulls back out just to push back in.

he can finally start going faster when your little pained whimpers turn into moans.

"fuck, your doing so good for me, aren't you doll?" his head hung in your shoulder.

"yes! doing so good for you." when he out his head down, he reached an angle that he didn't hit before. that knot in your stomach came a little too early than you wanted it to but you didn't mind.

"sa-m cu- cum-ing 'gain" you somehow managed to get out. the same feeling on Sam's stomach appeared again but he didn't stop. you were soo sensitive that tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.

"I know darling, just a little more for me." Sam muffled in your shoulder.

"fuck, pull my hair y/n." and you did just that. you grabbed a handful of his blonde hair and tugged. he let out the most erotic moan you've ever heard.

"shit lemme cum inside you please?" his 'please' came out higher than the rest of his words.

"please! Sam cum in me, please please please!"

he gets himself up and pushed himself a few more times to make sure it's not coming out. he slides his cock out of you and goes to clean y'all up.

you hear the door unlock and bags being set down on the counter. the footsteps come closer to your room. your sprawled out on your bed, tears down your pretty cheeks along with a red spot from Sam, legs twitching, and pussy leaking with Sam's cum. Colby opens the door and basks in your position.

"I see y'all had some fun."

all you do is whine as they both laugh.

[whoreforwonwoo]

Just saw a post saying someone needed a quick one-shot Jungkook fluff.

Buying jewellery with your boyfriend!!!!!!

You always wanted to go buy jewellery with your (sugar daddy) boyfriend. But he was never free to go out with you, so you just bought it yourself or ordered it online. But when he asks you if you wanna buy something and that he's free in the weekend. You can't say no, can you🤭🤭

You were just walking on the streets hilding hands and he was going on and on about how Namjoon broke yet another microphone stand. You casually laughed with him until you reached the jewellery shop. It was a new shop so you were quite happy and excited. You went in and told Jungkook to just sit down and wait for you. He did and after about an hour started feeling sleepy. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep on the chair with his phone still playing the video of his latest concert. He woke up in a jolt when you tapped his shoulder and giggled at his cuteness. He looked around, his eyes half open and half closed. You couldn't help but press a small kiss on his forehead and caress his cheek. "Which is better?" You asked showing him two very pretty charm bracelets. He looked at them for a while and looked up at you. "Both." He said rubbing his eye. You pouted. "Come on kookie, choose one. I cant both of them you know.". He looked at you in confusion. "And why is that?" You looked away. He scoffed and held your hands tightly. He rubbed your knuckles and kissed your right hand. "You know you can buy anything you want right. Hmm. I won't be mad at the price, I promise. I just want my baby to be happy." He smiled up at you. You smiled back and pull him off of the chair. He groans but follows you anyway. You take him to the counter and show him the pieces of jewellery you had picked out. "OK, so I'm buying these too." There were 2 necklaces, 1 set of earrings and 2 bracelets. His eyes widen and he scoffs. "O-oh..wow..babe-" But you cut him off. "Pls do the billing." The cashier smiles and in the end, Jungkook had to whip out his black card. You happily exit the shop and hug him. He hugs you back and kisses your hair. "You know I love spoiling you right. How about we going to a restaurant for dinner tonight. I don't feel like going home so soon." He says softly and you laugh and nod.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi Headcanons

♡ SFW and NSFW, fem reader, oral->fem and male receiving, Bonten!Koko, public sex, hickeys ♡

note: I came up with this while listening to Baby By Me by 50 Cent, it just reminded me of Koko

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SFW

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who gives you an allowance that's the same amount as his whole paycheck, he has plenty of money so he doesn't see why he can't give you that much

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who spoils the hell out of you, he loves taking you shopping or surprising you with something he knew you wanted

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who's always backtalking you, he most definitely wins every argument

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who memorizes all your likes and dislikes so he knows what to buy for you

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who sprays you with his cologne so other men know to stay away from you

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who gushes about how perfect you are to the rest of the Bonten executives

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who introduces you as his wife and means it wholeheartedly

NSFW

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who likes sticking his tongue out at people, the same tongue that was lapping at your wet folds the night before

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who brings you out to Bonten's clubs just to fuck you in the backroom

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who buys you designer clothes just to tear them off you later

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who can't wait till you get home, so he has you suck him off in the car

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who can't help but pop a boner when you sit on his lap during a meeting

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who loves leaving hickeys all over your body, especially on your thighs

💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who's so touchy he turns aftercare into a second round

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katshimizuu @happy-trenchcoated-impala @prncessrindou @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

[kentosbabes]

More bf-gojo? I loved the perfect combination of fluff and smut bits. ★

your wish is my command!!! hope you enjoy :33

Bf-Gojo who loves when you surprise him at work bringing him some lunch and just keeping him company till the end of his shift. Sometimes if you had baked batches of cupcakes or cookies you would bring all of them sharing them with people all around his building, Gojo just admires how kind and considerate you are as you offer your freshly baked goods to his employees. He would sometimes leave things at home and calling you acting all stressed just so you come and join him helping to relive his stresses in more ways then one.

Bf-Gojo who now joins you when you have an 'everything day'. He's sitting on the counter as you carefully paint on the face mask onto him, your brows furrowing with concentration. It gives him another excuse to stare and admire you for longer. He is also surprisingly good at painting your nails so you let him paint yours as you gossip to him about the drama in your office and friend group and as much as he hates to admit he gets so involved and even begins to share his own gossip.

Bf-Gojo who enjoys exploring the city with you going in and out of art galleries and museums. His hand in yours as you talk him through the art on the walls explaining in detail the backstory behind each one. If it was anyone else he would simply tune them out but with you he listens intently taking in every detail. He adores how smart you are and praising you the whole time your in the gallery. 'Your such a good girl you know that right' he would whisper in your ear the grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as you exit the building.

Bf-Gojo who gets more cocky knowing your the most perfect girl and knowing your all his just boosts his ego so much. 'Oh your so smart, the way you talked about those paintings got me so riled up' he'd say kissing down your neck as you bounce up and down on his dick, 'Your so perfect and you all mine. isnt that right darling?'. only able to whimper in response Gojo smirks at your fucked out state. His hand grabbing onto yours and placing it on your lower stomach so you can both feel how deep he is inside of you.

Bf-Gojo who babies you when your sick. He's pulling out all of the stops running you hot baths, cooking you soup and watching shit tv with you never leaving your side until you feel better. Gojo defiantly calls Nanami for help asking him for the best remedies and how to get you feeling better asap.

Bf-Gojo who secretly loves when you praise him, even just when you say how proud you are of him once he's completed an important presentation or saying how good he is when he helps out with making dinner. Your words going straight down to his dick till he cant take it anymore and having his way with you. 'f-fuck toru your s-so so good to me' your praises only making him harder and he knows its going to be a longg night.

Bf-Gojo who does anything and everything to make sure your okay. Your heels are hurting to much? he will carry you home so you dont have to walk any further. Your having a hard day at work? he will be there picking you up and helping you unwind in a steamy shower.

Bf-Gojo who cant wait to meet your parents, although he's nervous he knows how much they mean to you so being able to meet them only furthers his desire to wife you up a soon as he can.

Bf-Gojo who teases you about the way you like your coffee, 'I love you but thats coffee not tea doll why you adding so much sugar and cream' he would say as he sits sipping his black coffee. He laughs at how defensive you get calling him the weird one as your cheeks begin to redden at his teasing.

Bf-Gojo who wants to just spend everyday with you cuddled into him as he draws patterns up and down your back, and when you get up to grab a drink your ass pocks out from underneath his top and he can just sit against the headboard hands behind his head admiring his perfect girl.

part 1 here

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[f10werfae]

Would Baby Bun ever comfort her husband when he's feeling a bit under the weather? Maybe with some fluff breastfeeding? 🥹 Just comfort, not necessarily smut

Milky business

Lumberjack!Henry x shy!wife!reader

summary: Baby bun comforts her man with a little milk (lactation kink) (lowkey subby henry for once??)

lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

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“H-Hen? What’s wrong? Why do you look so u-upset?” Y/n whined crawling into bed beside her grumpy husband, his head immediately coming down to lay on top her chest, which he had admitted had grown major sizes since she had given birth to their twins, Iris and Beau. “Jus’ feelin’ a bit under the weather sugar butt, nothin for your pretty head to worry about” His fingers were already tweaking with her engorged nipples through her thin vest, watching as wet patches soon covered them, the fabric now sticking to her skin.

“B-but it is for me to worry bout! Y-you’re my husband n’ we’re supposed ta take care of each other” Y/n whined scratching the nape of his neck, little moans and whimpers leaving her lips every time Henry would let his teeth rake over her hardened wet nipples. “You’re so sweet baby bun, ya wanna comfort your man?” He cooed leaning up to kiss her lips sloppily, pulling her tongue out in the process, his smirk widening when she just nodded; already knowing his method of choice.

Within seconds Henry had once again rested his head onto her chest, pulling down her vest just enough to let both of her swollen tits pop out, the milk practically aching to come out since the twins weren’t able to finish her off. This was something they had both experimented with both and undeniably fell in love with as a couple. There was nothing better than finding a new way to be closer and intimate with each other, with Henry finding himself simply nursing on his housewife whenever he pleased or whenever she found her breasts too sore. Some may even say he was jealous of his twins. Seeing his wife adopt the new role of a mother made his heart glimmer with pride, she was HIS wife and the mother of HIS children, she was all his just like he planned from the start.

“They’re so tense baby” Henry whispered placing a soft kiss onto her swollen bud directly, before doing it again, only this time sucking softly to receive some of her sweet warm milk into his waiting mouth. Every so often his mouth was engulf more and more of her breast into his mouth until his mouth was satisfyingly stuffed full of his wife. “That feels so good” Y/n whispered kissing the crown of his head, letting her hands rub down his back gently.

It wasn’t often that Henry let himself be emotionally vulnerable in front of his wife, so the times that he would she would completely savour it. The way he would absolutely cling to her, needing her to be beside him constantly, because she grounded him.

“You taste so good momma” Henry rasped kissing the skin around her nipples, lifting his head, letting her take control of a tongue filled kiss; the taste of the milk filling her mouth as Henry whimpered for more. He whimpered for her, his lover, his wife. “Thank you so much for being my rock, my everythin’, n’ givin’ me our little miracles. Forever my precious girl” He whispered against her lips, both of their glossy eyes looking at each other with so much lust, love and passion.

“Y-you’re so mushy and emotional tonight” Y/n giggled nudging her nose against his, “Can’t you just let me love on my wife and the mother of my children in peace?”

“Need I to do the other one now don’t I? Can’t have the other one feelin’ left out” Leaving another small kiss onto the corner of her lips he leant down to her other breast and let himself get lost in the feeling of her soft skin against his. With the combination of his baby bun’s head and back scratches and her warm milk, it wasn’t surprising when Henry literally fell asleep with her tit in his mouth.

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PSA: I cant wait to finally write full fics again after my exams 😭😭 In the mean time hope you guys enjoy this short story🫶🫶🫶

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[hymnserendipity]

Izana comforting s/o with period pain

Smut, age up

Being the s/o of a gang leader was usually nice, but sometimes you were always escorted everywhere, more than usual. Other times you had to wait infinite hours till he finish some meetings or other stuff you actually dont care. He was in a meeting at tenjuku headquarter few hours ago, you were chilling in your shared living room, basically you two created an apartment in the headquarter and live there. You stand up and walk to the meeting room, only to see him alone with a bunch of papers in front of him on the desk. " Have you finish here, Mahal?" his features soften, looking at you.

"Y/N.." He muttered softly, his face light up a bit when he saw you, looking at him so casually. "I was just having a meeting, and yes. I'm done, sweetheart." he walked over to where you stood, his movements were smooth and graceful like a big animal, he put one of his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you cling on his shirt lovingly. "How was your day, love? You look radiant as ever."

"Uh i ate a lots of chocolate" You reply.

"Oh really?" He smirked, his tone slightly mocking.

"And here i thought that you would get sick from all of the sugar.."

"I'm on my period, it hurt!" You complain. He hummed, his arms pulled you closer to his chest. "Awe, my poor baby.." Izana gave you a fake pout, but you could see his eyes darken, his smirk grew. "My poor baby is in pain... I should really do something about it.."

"Wanna cuddle in bed and soothe the pain?" You ask, giving him puppy eyes.

"Such a naughty girl, you know exactly what you're doing."

He grabbed your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes as soon as the teo of you walked in your bedroom. "Is that what my baby girl wants? For me to cuddle her all up, and take the pain away? Then I'm more than happy to give you what you want..." He smirked, and picked you up, his arm supporting your back as he did so, carrying you on the bed as you grunt for the period pain. He laid you on the king size bed, and crawled over you, trapping you between his arms. His smirk grew as he looked at how cute you looked in pain, a sadist part of him liked it. "Poor, poor baby. In so much pain, and you don't know what to do now, am I right..?" "I want cuddles." Izana chuckled and leaned down to bury his face in your neck, nuzzling it and breathing in your scent, he loved how you smelled. He placed a kiss on your neck, before pulling away to look into your eyes. "Of course, baby.. I'll give you all the cuddles and kisses you want, as long as you're mine..

"I feel so safe in your arms." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest, his embrace was strong but gentle. He buried his face in your hair, and kissed the top of your head softly. "You are safe in my arms, my love. You will always be safe here with me.." He whispered, his hand caressed your body gently, rubbing your back in a soothing manner as you grunt again. Izana hummed, noticing your grunt, and he looked down at you, his eyes filled with both, concern and a hint of sadism. "Hmm, it's getting worse for you isn't it, sweet thing.."

He whispered, his hand continued to rub your back, trying to alleviate the pain in your belly as best as he could. "Poor baby..." He whispered again, his hand moved from your back to your stomach, his large hand gently pressed down on your belly, massaging it softly. "Does it hurt more here, baby ?" He pressed down a bit harder, his slender fingers massaging your belly in slow, gentle motions. He looked into your eyes, studying your face. "Hmm, it looks like it hurts quite a lot.."

He leaned down, his lips brushed against your ear and he whispered, his voice was a low murmur. "I bet I could fix that, you know.."

"I know what you're thinking but no, period sex is uncomfortable." You cant help but laugh and he chuckled huskily, shaking his head at your words, knowing exactly what you were thinking. "No, no, my love. I wasn't thinking about that.." He moved his head away from your ear, and looked you in the eye, his lips pulled up into a smirk. "I know of a much more... gentle method to take the pain away.." Izana smirk grew, and he pushed himself up, straddling you between his legs as he moved up to pin your arms above your head, his hands holding your wrists in place. He lift a bit your pants just to have access at your underwears and slit two fingers in them. "Oh yes.." He mused, his eyes darkened, a hint of mischief present in his look. "I know exactly what my poor baby needs, to make you feel all better.." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck, his head buried in your hair. His teeth gently bitting on your skin, making sure not to mark you.. "I'll take good care of my baby.." His lips moved down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hot breath on your skin. "Are you ready, sweetheart? To feel better, and forget all the pain.." yes "Good..." He whispered, as his lips traveled back up your neck, and his tongue gently moved up your jawline, licking and tasting your skin.

"Just, relax for me, my love. And let me take care of your pain, hm~?" His hands pinned your wrists tighter to the bed when you squirmed underneath him. "Ah ah~ you'll stay still, and you'll let me take care of you, got it?" He muttered, his tongue licking at your earlobe before he bit down gently as he start to circle around your clit. "Y-yes mahal" "Good~"

He mused as he praised you, his teeth gently nibbling on your ear. "Just let me do all the work. And you just lay down, and enjoy the feeling, alright sweetheart?" You can't help but moan, he's right the pain is going weak as he brush your clit in such a nice way.

His lips moved across your neck and collarbone, leaving kisses and little bites as he worked. "You're doing so well, my love.. you're being so good for me.." He leaned back a little to look down at you, his eyes taking in your blissful face. Seeing you so needy and desperate for his touch sent a wave of satisfaction and possessiveness through him. "Does it feel nice, baby? Is this helping you feel better?~" He leaned back down, his face hovering less an an inch from yours. "Does it feel good, having my touch all over your body? Knowing that I'm the one taking your pain away, and making you feel so good. Does it feel nice when I bite your skin, and mark it as my own? Showing everyone that you're mine and only mine." He is doing a magic with those fingers, rubbing it just perfect till you grip on his shoulders. "Does it feel good, right there..?"

"Y-yes!"

Izana's fingers moving in slow slow circles, applying gentle pressure to that spot. "I can see it in your face, baby... I can tell how much you want me to touch you... To make you feel so good." he whispered, his lips moved to your neck, biting and licking the sensitive skin and smiled when he heard your moan, his hand continuing to work. "Mmh, I can tell you're close, my love... Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart? Is this helping you feel better?"

"Y-yes." You scream, biting your own lips as soon as you came on your period underwears.

Izana then lifted you up and pulled you against his chest at once, wrapping his arms around your trembling body, his hold is strong and comforting, yet gentle. He planted a kiss on your forehead, his hand caressing your hair and back. "Shh... I've got you, love.. I've got you.." He whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Oh could you be so perfect" You say when you can finally think again. He chuckled softly, putting his chin resting on top of your head.

"You think I'm perfect, huh? You're giving me too much credit, darling.."

He muttered, planting a kiss on your head, his large hand rubbing your back in soothing circular motions. Izana then smiled, noticing how tired you look, and he held you closer, gently holding you in his arms, letting you bury your face in his chest. His hand moved up to caress your hair, gently stroking it in a loving manner. "Tired, hm? My poor sleepy baby.." He whispered, his hand continued to caress you, a fond smile on his face. "i'm yours." "That's right, darling, you're all mine~" He whispered, his smile widened as the possessive tone in his voice became more clear. One of his hand moved down to pat your butt, giving it a squeeze as he continued to hold you against him. "My sweet, beautiful love.. you belong to me. And I'll never let you go." He smiled when he saw you fall asleep against his chest, your face relaxed and a soft smile on you face. He couldn't take his eyes off you, admiring your sweet sleeping face. He loved how you looked like. So peaceful and beautiful, and you were all his. All his to love, and to cherish. He planted a kiss on your forehead, and pulled you closer against him, holding you in his arms as he watched you sleep.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

emmy, darling, light of my life. if and when you’re ever feeling up to it, i’d love to request a steve blurb where he’s always trying to fight for dominance with reader cause they both little bitchy babes who like to be in charge. but of course, reader loses 😔.

carol, my actual smut hero, I burnt my spaghetti for you 🧡

18+

“Are you gonna be good for me?”

It would’ve been so much easier to say yes, considering Steve had you pinned underneath him, both of your hands trapped with only one of his. He had his other curled under your knee, hiking your leg higher up his hip, spreading you wider.

You were supposed to be a little helpless, pliant, begging for him, the way he liked. But you grinned and shook your head, chin tilted up to meet his gaze, always defiant.

His cock throbbed inside of you and you knew, just like he did, that he liked you that way a little better.

So he let go of your hands, stopping your squirming, pushed one big palm to the soft of your lower tummy instead, holding you down that way. It made you feel everything a little more intensely, eyes rolling back as Steve pumped his hips into you, sitting back on his knees as he dragged you half into his lap.

It was too easy, the way he manhandled you, urging your legs open, pulling your hair, holding your hands behind your back when he thought you weren’t listening to him.

“Not gonna be a good girl for me, no?” He grunted, staring down at you with a sticky adoration, even as he fucked his cock into you that little bit deeper. Steve grinned when you cried out. “S’a damn shame, honey, you’re always so fucking pretty when you lie there and wait for my cock.”

You were panting, eyes hooded and lips parted as you did your best to wriggle free, having every intention of pushing the boy back by his shoulders and riding him until he could only chant your name. It had happened before. You could do it again.

If he let you.

“Just had to be a brat though, didn’t you?” Steve was still talking, pouring down at you as if he wasn’t canting his hips just the right way, his cock sliding in and out of you far too easily. You were soaked, messy, just the way Steve enjoyed, almost too gone as he stared down at where you were joined, your cunt glistening in the low light of his bedroom. “Needy little thing that can’t do as she’s told, huh?”

You chose that moment to moan out, back arching, ass lifting from his lap and Steve took the opportunity to deliver a swift tap to the dough of it, palm catching at the skin, smiling when it reddened.

“If you’re good for me,” he whispered, leaning in, shoving you into the pillows. Steve followed, one hand keeping your knee up to your chest. It was a white hot slice of pleasure, burning, dizzying. “If tell me what you want, like a good girl, I’ll maybe let you have it.”

His nose nuzzled yours, lips brushing, his top lip catching yours in a kiss he wasn’t nice enough to give you get, despite the way his voice was sugar sweet, candy cotton soft.

You gasped out as you tried to form words, your request stuck on your tongue as Steve’s fingers found your clit, rubbing in messy circles that only smeared your slick over you even more. He was laughing softly when you glared, lips jutting into a pout and if you could speak, you would’ve told him how unfair he was being.

You didn’t mind it at all, not really.

But it was fun to fight about it, acting up like you didn’t want Steve to boss you about, praising you all pretty when you finally gave in.

So you blinked up at him, lashes spiked with dampness, skin flushed. You managed to catch a kiss, a stolen touch that Steve relented to, groaning into your mouth when your tongue touched his and fuck, there it was, that stutter of his hips.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmured to him, voice all sweet.

Steve cooed down at you, face hidden in the crook of your neck as he delivered more kisses, the graze of his teeth making your hips buck up into his. “Say please, baby.”

He was an asshole.

You stayed quiet, lips pressed together to keep in the moans, eyes pleading despite the way you refused to ask nicely. You weren’t gonna let him win.

So Steve grinned, sat back up and out of your reach, slowing his pace down. It was agonising and you let him know so, letting out a cry, back to arching up and wriggling in his hold.

He tutted, but didn’t stop smiling, his hand finding your throat, fingers wrapping prettily around your neck. It was supposed to be a warning. “Guess I’m still in charge, honey.”

You wondered if he knew you didn’t care.

[crystlizabeth]

Coming home for Christmas ༉‧₊˚.

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x BlackWife!reader

Summery: this wasn’t how you planned on spending your Christmas

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, major injuries, mentions of pregnancy, cursing not, proofread.

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Tiss the season, the season of giving. But instead here you are in your car after another call the words of Johnnys captain saying he’s in the ICU, the shock never settled with you properly before you could get a decent work out.

“Is he gonna live..?” Was all you could choke out. Tears running down your dark features, the line was silent price quiet, “Price in my husband going to come out alive— please, please say something.” You cried your head falling to your steering wheel your hand griping your shirt.

“I don’t know…”

You soon arrived to the hospital, you saw the three men Simon being the first to stand up. His eyes offered you comfort his hand grabbing you before you could walk further his eyes shifting from your bump to your eyes quickly. “Simon is he still alive, please tell me he’s still alive.”

“Don’t just stand there and look at me god danmit! Is Johnny alright.” You cried you breath quickening.

Simon nodded his thumbs rubbing comfortably against your arms his eyes never leaving yours “the have him stable.. they don’t know if he’ll make it through the second surgery though… but the have to do the second surgery..”

You whinced “I need to see him,” you said pulling away from Simon who tried to protest but followed you to the counter.

Your voice shaky yet demanding as you spoke to the nurse. “Please I just need to see him, for fuck sake let me see my husband.” The nurse only protested said that it wasn’t the best time to see him for he was going to be transferred soon.

Enough begging got you to his room, dropping your purse as you talked over to Johnnys bed. He was a sickening white tubes everywhere, his eyes were closed the faint beeping of his heart rate. You almost broke down there your body going over to him, your hand touching his face lightly “oh baby what have the done to you..” you whispered your tears welding up in your dark eyes.

Your lips pressed against his cheek then his forehead, “please, please I still need you.” You spoke your lips hovering over his forehead, he was cold.

“You promised, you fucking promise..” you cried your body shaking slightly as you did.

“Don’t worry I’ll be home for Christmas okay lass..” his thick voice reassured you. You hummed sitting on your couch the light from the tree lighting up the living room the smell of sugar cookies filling your home.

“You promise?” You asked softly your hands tugging on your curls.

“I promise.” He said you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay.. if you don’t you wont hear the end of it from my mom.” You chuckled.

He laughed “Ye’ I know, she never let meh’ forget.” His voice was so alive yet you could tell he was putting on a brave face.

“Your gonna be okay right.?”

“I always am.” He spoke softly.

“I’m gonna be home for Christmas, just gotta finish this damned mission, so save a place for me.” You smiled at his words.

“There’s no other place I’d rather be..” he finished.

“I’ll see you when you get home— there’s something I need to show ya aswell.” You spoke a smile still lingering on your face.

“I cant wait to see, because you keep mentioning it but wont tell me.” He groaned

You laughed lightly “I love you Johnny…”

“I love you to, I love you a fuck ton.” He sighed a smile within his tone.

Instead of being home you sat in the waiting room of a hospital. The decor spread all around the hospital, lights, cut out snowflakes, for the most happiest time of the year why did it have to be so sad?

You couldn’t help but flinch the sharp pain that sat in your back finally getting to you. “You alright?” Simon asked.

You nodded “yeah body pain seemed to be worse since I’ve been pregnant.. just been a bit bumpy aswell.” You sighed, whipping your face. You had been waiting, waiting for them to tell you your husband was going to be okay and that he’d be awake. But hours it seemed like passed and you just sat there no sleep just your brain disassociating.

All you wanted was to be in your shared bed Johnny holding you, his warmth comforting you so tenderly. Johnny seeking the reassurance and comfort from you after a long mission. Your lip quivers at the thought of not returning home without him, having to go home knowing you’d never see him again. “I can’t lose him..”

The boys looked at you Johns hand squeezing your leg in reassurance, your head laid on Simon’s arm your hand in between your thighs. “He’ll make it love.” John spoke softly.

But what if he didn’t..

What if you were abandoned once more by a man In your life by death. You would be able to come back from it this time.

This ringing of your phone scared you as you sat up quickly, taking a minute before turning you phone over ‘Mama’..

“Hello..” you answered.

“Hi baby— are you alright you sound like you’ve been crying?” She spoke her voice quickly filled with concern.

You nodded befor breaking down again “Johnnys in surgery… mama I don’t know if he gonna make it.” You sobbed a harsh cry leaving your throat, the feeling of Simon’s hand rubbing circles on you back.

“What? Baby what happen do you know? Oh baby im gonna come to you.” She spoke the sound of her moving around quickly grabbing her things, the sound of your siblings asking what’s wrong in the background.

“I don’t know it happend while he was working, Mama I don’t know what to do..” you continued to cry.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do if he doesn’t make it.”

“I’m coming baby, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he voice trying to reassure you. “Have faith baby he’s gonna make it the man isn’t gonna leave you.. he’s fighting.” She spoke.

“I know— I know,” you sniffed.

You needed her more than ever right now, yes you knew the boys but they weren’t your mom. When she got there her silk press short and tiled behind her ears, her arms reaching out to you taking you in them. Her soft words trying to calm you down but still let you cry in her arms.

She and the boys convinced you to go home after much protest, Simon promising that he would call you when he was out and awake.

It felt like forever, three day had passed. December 24th Simon called you his words quick, “he’s awake, he’s looking for you.” You didn’t hesitate to get in the car with your mom, her speeding yall over to the hospital.

You walked in quickly up to the front desk, “McTavish, John- im his wife.” You stuttered.

“(Name).” Simons voice caught your attention, him waving you over so you went. Following him up the elevator to the room, it felt as if everything was in slow motion.

Turning to his room there he was sitting up, his eyes quickly meeting yours. You threw yourself at him “oh god..” you cried your arms holding him tightly as he did you. Your lips touching the crown of his head first then your lips met with his, the kiss filled with so much security and comfort he was actually there. He wasn’t cold anymore he was so warm his lips soft te taste of salt resting on them from his and your tears. You could feel prices presents just incase Johnny fell back but he didn’t he held you so securely.

“I’m sorry, fuck I’m so sorry.” He cried his hand holding the back of your head.

You shook your head “I’m sorry I almost let ya lassie, I’m sorry your spending Christmas in the hospital.” He cried kissing your face.

“There’s no place I rather be than with you.” You spoke your lips meeting his again, pulling away you finally got a look at his face his big glossy eyes looking down at you. His blue eyes looking all over you face your melanin features stained form your tears his hand still connected to a tube and wire as he ran his thumb under your puffy eyes.

“Weeping becous of me? I’ve caused you all this grief..” he spoke tenderly.

“Just scared is was gonna lose ya.” You spoke leaning into his touch.

It took his to realize, when he looked down he had to double check. His eyes meeting your once more bright than they already were a fat smile displayed on his face as he wrapped his arms around you again. “So this is what your we’re gonna tell me eh?” He smiled him sitting down on the bed one time get more at level with your stomach and two because his body couldn’t take the standing anymore.

His large hands feeling your bump. He let his forehead touch your stomach, your hands holding the sides of his face as he just laid there.

“I promise I ain’t gonna leave ya..” he spoke.

“I know baby…”you whispered.

“We’ll get through this, and we’ll have to have our own little Christmas just you and me.” He said looking up at her.

Tis the season of giving, for Johnny got all he needed. He was gonna live to see another day he was going to be a dad. And he’d get to wake up next to you till he got gray and wrinkly that’s all Johnny could want for Christmas, you.

Here’s a little Christmas one shot! Hope you like it!!