#cw dilf

[screampied]

hey i LOVE your work and ykk ou ur toji is just like… UGHHHH

could you do a mean toji who just mocks the reader and makes fun of her while she gets off on him (like idk his thighs or whatever) or when he fucks her? i feel like you would write this very well;)

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji mocking your moans while you ride him

warnings. fem! reader, thigh riding & cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, ōrgasm denial, breath play, spanking. + thank you sm !! mdni

“we’re quite handsy today, huh,” he’d mumble once his eyes flicker down towards your nude body—you suck in a single breath as he’s got you just barely straddling his lap. with an unsatisfied pout, you’re just here moving up and down against his beefy thigh—oh so desperately wishing that you were riding him instead of his stupid, stupid leg. toji’s amusement only fuels the more you frown and scowl, pawing your hands up his perfectly chiseled thighs before he snickers. “what’s the issue? my thigh not enough to satisfy the pretty girl?”

“no..” you immediately say, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. he could hear the irritation linger on your tone before you bury your face into his neck . . a good waft of his loud cologne scent infiltrating inside your nostrils.

two rugged hands drag down your back, sending you multiple shivers from his touch before he replies in a hoarse tone. “well, that’s too damn bad,” and his chortling laugh only makes you throb from how close it’s against your ear—fuck. “actually, y’know what. i feel like bein’ nice today, baby. you want more than my thigh? how ‘bout ya jus’ ask me nicely.”

“but—”

“but—nothin’ girl, now speak,” toji utters, feeling your grinding against his thigh—grabbing your chin softly before making you stare him right in the eyes. he slyly grins, a thumb tracing down your dampened lip. “i’ll wait.. talk to me nice, girl.”

your eyes avert towards his dick, just laying there on his stomach—so ridiculously lengthy, a mere tannish color coats it - including his leaky tip that stares right back at you.

it looks so good, you wanted him inside so bad that it hurts—he could tell too, you found it hard to stay still as you made a cute attempt at rutting against him once more.

“i— i want you, ‘toji,” you claw at his body with doe lit eyes, his swollen base—so full of unused seed that you desperately yearned for it to be inside of you, filling up your pretty little womb. “want you s'bad.”

“oh i know you do, babygirl,” he rasps, he can’t help but notice the sudden boner that makes his jaw tighten. coarse big hands grip both of your hips before he gawks at you with that same tantalizingly smug grin. “can’t just spoil ya all the time though, talk more for me. i like listenin’ to that needy voice.”

ugh, you start to grow impatient and he only laughs at your sheer annoyed expense.

“please,” you murmur out in a whiney tone, slowly wrapping your clammy fingers around his length. he doesn’t stop you, he lets you touch all over him, aligning yourself with the fat weight of his cock that was just aching to be buried within you. “i wanna ride you so bad, ‘toj. need it, need your cum.”

“girl you don’t need . . . shit,” he swallows, a cold sweat breaking onto him.

you’re fucking hot—especially whenever you just take what you want, toji could have creamed his pants at just your voice and your voice alone.

you had him so hard, he sucks his teeth in total exasperation before he feels you slowly start to sink him down. “fuck, y’er such a little brat,” he mutters, feeling the warmth of your walls swallow him whole. it was a moist feeling, you were already a bit soaked—purely from riding his thigh for how many minutes, you weren’t even sure anymore, nor did you even relatively care. “ride me then, do y’er fuckin’ worst then.”

“shut up and i will.” you snap back.

he rolls his eyes, feeling your ass thrash against his lap and it makes him squeeze the plush mounds of your rear.

“eh, i really don’t like that mouth,” and he spanks you harder, this time it stings and you moan—he’s so thick that your stomach starts to seize once you feel him gradually reach into the depths of your pussy. “when you ride me, there shouldn’t be any back talk, girl,” and he grabs your chin for the nth time, pressing a sweltering wet kiss right onto your glossed lips. “. . . are we clear or do i gotta let this pussy know what goes ‘round here.”

…so cocky,

you gnaw at your lip—fighting back the urge to roll your own eyes backwards before you thrust against him harder.

it’s relentless, the brutal skin-to-skin contact makes a raw moan harshly yank from the back of your throat as your hands continue to claw on his chest.

his bare chest that was already glistening with droplets of sweat. he was so toned, his pecs—his nipples that were swollen and a sheeny pink color, you even attempt to lean in to lap your tongue against his nipple but he lightly shoves you back.

“leave those alone, slut,” and you conceal back a laugh—by 'those', he was most likely referring to his tits broad pecs. “ride me, ‘n hurry up. ‘m gonna fall asleep at this rate.”

toji never knew how to simply shut the fuck up, such a talkative man—whispering filthy sweet nothings into your ear as you’re taking every thick inch of his cock. he stretches you out so good that you’re already whimpering, eyes goggling profusely at the way his angry tip just thwacks and thwacks against your g-spot. “s-shiiit, toji,” you’d curse out in a sharp breath, continuing to drag your hips further against him at such a pace.

in and out, in and out, you’re rotating your waist a bit before he grunts lowly, head throwing back and he smacks your ass yet again, and again, and again. “fuck yeah, ride me jus’ like that. such a good girl, takin’ this dick like the good girl you are, mhm.”

“t—tojiiiii,” you’d mewl out right against the flapping shell of his ear. your cunt felt so stuffed, a straining exhale snatches from your lungs before you whimper once his base kisses against your ass. his base was so full, you only imagined how much build up cum was stored in there just for you.

“t—tojiiiiiii,” he mimics your tone as you mash against him, the sofa he sits on sinking down a bit from both weights combined. you pout once he starts mocking you, a gruff laugh dies from his throat before he squeezes your right ass cheek. “feels good, yeah? keep moanin’ for me like that.”

“shut up, s-shut uppp,” you moan, burying your face into his neck. doing so, you get a concise whiff of his cheap cologne and it smells so good. you’re a mess, spasming as your stomach continues to seize before he grabs both of your hips so that you could slam down onto him even harder. “close, toji. ‘m really close, fuck.”

he groans, feeling the hefty weight of his balls smack against your skin each time you move up, then down, then up . . . all over again. toji’s a big guy, it was no secret. the way your pussy constricts around his length, paving way for more movement . . . simply hypnotizing.

“yeahhh,” he snarls, strong hands still attached to your ass. green irises of his dilate, his eyes turn hooded for a second as he glances back at you. an entire mess, tongue all lolled out and you’re feeling it steadily about to approach. “look so fuckin’ dumb,” he points out with a subtle head shake, grabbing your chin again. “my dumb baby,” he corrects himself and your pout softens.

he’s so fucking big— you’ll point this out a million times if you have to, the stretch was so immaculate.

toji groans, pressing another saturated kiss onto your lips and you taste a brief mixture of his saliva and alcohol—presumably rum, you lean into his touch before feeling his big hands snake near your neglected tits. his growing stubble tickles against your face as you quicken your pace. so good, so fucking good.

all you can think about is that you’re getting off, you’re about to finish— gush out so much, you feel a familiar pit in your stomach arise. he feels you starting to shake and twitch, it’s cute.

“. . easy, now,” he teases, finding it adorable how whenever your orgasm approaches—you’d be an entire mess, pussy convulsing all on his cock as if it was the first time you ever took him. “oh my just look at that pout,” he points out, reaching towards your chin before bringing you all up close towards his face. not to mention, toji’s so pretty up close—ten times more intimidating with his low hazy eyes and wide sleazy smile. “such a baby. want me to talk ya through it?”

“p—please,” you whine, barely even giving him a chance to finish his seductive sentence.

with a playful eyebrow furrow, he makes you grind against him even harder. the sofa creaks and you squeak out a whimper, feeling yourself about to make such a mess. “please, please,” he copies your tone again, and it’s so embarrassing. toji purposely pitches his tone to sound like you and he snickers at the growing glare on your face. “please what, babygirl?”

with an irritated grumble, your flimsy arms still thrown over him, you moan out a desperate, “please let me c-cum. toji, i want it s’bad, pleaseplease let me be a messy girl.”

“. . . ahhhh,” he parts his lips, and he’s oh so dramatic, flickering his eyes towards the ceiling as if he’s deep in thought. “let me think about it.”

you didn’t know how much you could take, you’re sopping wet and his raspy deep voice that was right up against your earlobe doesn’t make things any better.

jagged breaths rip out from your esophagus as your shaky limbs could barely keep themselves up. he cackles, feeling your soft quavering lips kiss near his face, brushing against the scar that runs near the right lower part of his lip. it twitches as a response from your touch, how cute..

“hurry the fuck up then, lay it all on me,” he finally grunts, witnessing the way your dilated irises light up at his sudden permission— you whimper out, finally coming undone and it’s like a rough wave that crashes over you. the calm before the storm, once it comes, you’re left pulsating with his thick dick still buried inside of your cunt. you hug him tight with your walls like a vice, never wanting to let go. “you make such the silliest noises, girl.”

“s— shut up,” you moan, the under parts of your thighs aching heavily as you’re still in the midst of your teeth-shattering release. it feels so good, your maw drops and the contracts inside of your pussy only duplicates. it’s mouth watering, you grind against him just slightly and he spanks your ass, head going back. “i- i love you, toji.”

“i love me too,” he jibes with a cocky grin, sweat beads racing down the sides of his brow. you shoot him a glare and he rolls his eyes for the nth time. “. . kidding,” and he plants a kiss near your forehead, rough hand still attached to your right ass cheek like velcro. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

you’re still panting, but he’s clearly not done talking— it’s toji, figures.

“now bend the fuck over,” he grouses, eyes gazing towards your ass— a tongue goes against his lips like he was preparing for an appetizing meal. “i’m not finished. we gotta work on that lazy arch of yours, girl.”

[sleep-0-deprived]

dimitriii i have an ideia !!

could u write a dom!toji x bunny! younger reader smut? where the bunny boy its just so cute and toji wants to fuck him silly and breed him all the time

Cuffing season~

A/n I like the way you think! Cause some bunny boy breeding is exactly what Toji needs so I hope I did your fantasy justice and enjoy ;]

Female aligned and mdni this is an 18+ blog with nsfw below the cut

Mating season, the bunny version of cuffing season was here for you and here you were needy desperate with your bunny ears laying flat as you hump toji’s pillow all hard leaking pre cum all over it while he’s gone.

“Someone’s in a mood isn’t he?” Toji asks as he stands in the doorway raising a brow watching you try to please your self with his pillow as your purr with your bunny tail wiggling above your ass cheeks “y-out back early!” You quickly stop rutting into his pillow pulling away flushed “no no, don’t stop cause I’m here baby?”

Shutting the bedroom door he walks closer pulling his shirt off showing his muscular chest as he grips your hips pulling you closer as he places one hand on your bunny tail rubbing at it as he lifts you up with ease pushing you up on the bed further gripping your bunny ears shoving your face into the pillows flipping you on your stomach “Toji please~”

“Does bunny boy need a cock in em that bad?” Toji grunts out pulling his sweat pants off then pulling off his boxers as you lay face down ass up wiggling your ass back and forth trying to get him to fuck you but instead only reviving a harsh slap to your right ass cheek “o ow hurts!”

You yelp out “cmon stop actin like a slut or ill treat ya like one bunny~” he groans smacking your other cheek as he massages them pulling your cheeks apart and spiting on your ass hole.

“Mhm Toji~” you moan reaching your hand back when he pulls his boxers down as you grab his cock while laying face down ass up, your hand guiding his tip to your rim pressing him to it rubbing around his spit as he holds your hips up “fuck, boy” he moans as he snaps his hips forward without warning filling you up “o-Oh hah~!”

Your eyes going wide pulling at the bed sheets your jaw slack as you feel his whole girth stretching you out just like your body craves as you lay in heat turning dumb off his cock with your fluffy bunny ears flicking letting your head droop down “see that all ya needed bunny? A cock to stuff ya wide open”

Toji speaks lewdly one hand gripping your hip tightly as your rim stretches out wide around his cock and your gummy walls clenching sucking his cock back in as you picked around him.

“Fwuah! To—ah” you arch you back as your body heats up feeling his tip rutting right against your prostate making your breaths rigid feeling his pressure inside you “such a sloppy bunny look at ya!”

Grinning as he fucks you with you as dripping and creating your own slick from being in heat, your juices coating his shaft while he slaps your ass cheek hard then pulls on your cotton tail “nhg~ so full~”

“Just like that boy” leaning down into your ear as he pulls you back on his cock further taking a mounting position with him on your back shoving your face into his pillow as he harshly pulls on your bunny ears “m mhm!”

Screaming into your pillow and crying out gripping the sheets feeling his muscle mass on top of you pinning you into the bed fucking you harshly making your ass hole start to burn for being stretched so long but your too cock drunk to care.

“Always so tight aren’t cha?” Grunting in your ear being condescending as his tongue licks over his scar while snapping his hips forward making his groin slap your ass cheeks hard enough for them to turn red while you lay in a daze blabbering incoherently lost in the feeling of getting your heat handled by him “ofhm ohm T-o-Ji~”

drooling and pressing your face in the pillow all fucked out and fisting your sheets as the bed rocks back and forth with toji’s force and weight on top of you.

“Aww already close? And here I thought my bunny could last longer, tsk” Toji says with disdain as he keeps fucking you making your cock jump all hard and neglected as your tip drips needs of pre cum into the sheets before your stomach tightens up shooting cum all over yourself as you gasp loudly drooling into the pillows arching your back like a cat crying out as your hole convulses around him milking him.

“O-ahh Toji~!” Crying out as his cock twitches one last time slamming into you hitting up agaisnt your prostate making your bunny ears droop down on your head lewdly and your bunny tail stop twitching as his cock throbs.

Toji keeps shooting his load deep inside you shooting white ropes painting your insides in a thick coating making your heat feel satisfied as you start relaxing your fists no longer gripping harshly,

“Good bunny, just needed to be bred didn’t cha?” Toji hums in your ears as he gives them a few rough pets kissing on your neck slowly pumping his hips back and forth making sure his load goes deep putting pressure on your prostate as your heat starts to rise back up again

But oh well you were a bunny and bunny’s have high stamina right! Looks like you and Toji are in for a long night of breeding.

[wild0moon]

i bring you: my casual clothes tankman design (and steve too) i am so normal about found family tankdad

happy pride month lol

[yanderestarangel]

Hear me out—

Dad body Miguel.

TW: SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT,DILF,PRAISE.

art credits:_Insomniac_RED_ on twitter ( X )

Thinking about DAD BODY MIGUEL makes me feel feral, his voluptuous and soft belly along with some muscles covered by the softness of his skin. He could really walk around shirtless, with some stretch marks on his belly, arms and back from time to time and some hairs could be seen in the middle of his belly matching the scruffy beard on his face. He is a peaceful man towards you and bad tempered towards others.

── Maybe he's your DILF neighbor, tired single dad, obsessed with you.

You can feel his soft belly hitting your ass with every thrust he gives you as he fucks you doggy style, the happy path of hair leading up to his thick, slender cock tickled your sensitive skin while the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix ─ his scruffy beard rubbed against your skin as he pulled your hair and gave you a clumsy kiss each of his scars glowed from the sweat on his body; you could see the growing gray hair on his arms, chest and even the hair on his head.

He would just shower soft praise on you as he slid his dick with minimal force, turning you to look directly into his eyes. "Eres tan bueno conmigo... apretándome tan fuerte. Keep it up pretty boy, I want to make you squirt for me."

You feel his hot cum leak from his tip as the friction of his soft skin touches yours with each movement ── Miguel uses his thick fingers to stimulate your clit even more, watching you squirt on his belly and dick, making him laugh and look at you satisfied and tired.

"Can you give your old man a break here? I really promise to fill you up later..."

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+): sub!art, afab + femme!character, age gap, crying/dacryphilia, art being a sad and lonely hot guy in his forties, tashi and art never really got together, creampie

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dilf!art getting with a pretty young thing from down the block. . .

he always admired her effortless confidence and the way her body moved when she walked down the street to the corner store every weekend.

always watched her return from his brownstone apartment window; a pack of cinnamon gum and a case of peach seltzer in her hands.

she’s beautiful and bouncy and everything he didn’t get to have in his youth when he was too sucked into tennis to let himself live a little. he lost tashi to patrick. that was that. and he never tried dating again until about ten or so years ago.

they were all flings that crashed and burned their way through his thirties. meaningless moments where all he was left with was a wet dick and a heaviness in his chest. he hated it. he was done with it.

until her.

she was different.

she sparked a conversation with him one day when they ran into each other outside his doorstep. she was cracking jokes that only made her seem more intriguing because art didn’t understand the social context behind them— he was no longer hip and cool, he’d accepted it. but that, combined with the pop of her hip she did when she was making him laugh (not to mention the way she smacked her gum + batted her lashes when she smiled; all pearly whites) made him feel like even more of a creep.

but now she’s bouncing on his cock and gazing down at him while he gasps and squirms like a livewire underneath her.

they’ve only really known each other for a week and a half.

“say thank you, Artie,” she purrs, her hand tracing the spattered flush on his chest, “say it.”

he bucks his hips up as much as he can to meet her movements, and bites his lip hard enough to taste metal when his tip bumps her cervix.

“thank you, oh my god, thank you— thank you, thank you—! ha-aah-!”

he babbles; a broken record of whines and shaky moans. his throat hurts from all of the sounds being pulled from him when the most he’s talked all month has come from just a couple of boring, remote interviews about his athletic career.

and her, of course.

god, it’s all her..

he swallows and keens, and then his eyes are watering.

and then he’s sobbing. he’s choking on his tears and yet he’s still feeling the tight coil of warmth tense further and further and further-

“don’t cry,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the wetness from his cheeks, her hips swiveling to ride him harder just as the first slimy blurt of his orgasm spills inside, “you’re a good boy, okay? you’re perfect… a total catch…”

she smells like candy. she’s wiping his tears now.

“oh fuck, thank you-uu—hnghh!”

art lifts his hips, his face crumpling with pleasure and sadness, before he yelps and his climax wipes him out. his whole body trembles as he feels his cock pulse and coat her pussy with gooey clots of his spend. he’s practically wheezing.

he grips onto her hips fiercely; like if he doesn’t squeeze hard enough she’ll just go *poof*, and then he’ll be alone again.

“.. ungh, ‘m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry,” he whimpers, the aftershocks leaving him feeling bare and weak. stripped of all of his armor. if he even had any left to begin with.

she kisses his shoulder gently, and then she’s dipping her glossy lips down to whisper right next to his ear. her dainty necklace chills his skin when it dangles from her body and meets his collarbone. she’s so close to him.

“don’t worry, Mr. Donaldson…

you’ll be a great daddy.”

[zweiginator]

dilf!patrick realizing he created a monster (he loves it) when you become obsessed with his cock. after he folds and fucks you in the bathroom of a dingy little bar downtown, you don't leave him alone. you call him when you're lonely and sometimes it's right after you've just clocked out of work. still sitting in your running car as the rain splatters against your windshield. sniffling over the phone and telling patrick you need his cock.

"can i come over--can you please cum inside me? i want it, i'm--i'm on birth control."

patrick mutters something. "jesus christ, baby."

you start crying. thinking he doesn't want you like you do him. but he does; he always does. hasn't been able to look at the dating apps filled with women his age. they don't fuel that same fire for him. maybe that's something he needs to think about, bring up in therapy.

but he tells you to come over anyway. you look a mess from your long shift at work and patrick only makes it worse. pulls your hair and feels your lower stomach, how his cock fills you up to the fucking brim. how you shudder beneath him and talk so much.

"cum in me--"

"spit in my mouth"

"fuck me harder"

so demanding, so needy. so slutty. he made you that way. and it makes him proud because here you are taking every inch of him and rolling your hips down to meet his thrusts. touching his balls and stroking him when he thrusts, where his body enters yours.

you have him in a trance, your moans a siren song. he forgets to pull out and his sticky cum coats your pussy, so raw from how he pounded you. the convulsions make it disappear inside and ooze back out. and god, patrick thinks. he shouldn't do this because it's risky and who even knows if you are on birth control.

you created a monster too. because he does it again and again and again.

[tojisun]

(pickup) trucker price is alive in my head again!!

thinking about the way he’ll lean over to buckle the seatbelt for you :(

like he’d purposefully brush against you too so you get a whiff of his scent. he smells like oil and rubber and earth, but also his aftershave, and it’s overwhelming that it makes you clench your legs together.

his eyes catch the movement and he bites back a grin because—god, love, ain’t you too easy to read?

you make small talk to fill in the silence; sure the radio’s on, but it’s dialled down so much that the rumble of the truck’s engine engulfs the sounds. you ask him about his day and his work, making amiable talk like it’d do anything to hide your blatant crush.

it doesn’t.

(you thought it was just going to be something fleeting—you met him in your first year, when you moved into your college dorm and met your roommate turned-into-your-now-best friend.

price was there to help her move in, lugging around her bags and bins while giving you a little polite smile, until it melted into something more genuine at the end of the day because, somehow, you managed to charm both price’s.

years have crawled by since then, and that crush just intensified into something bigger. into something more troublesome.

it can’t help that mr. price just keeps getting more ruggedly handsome as he ages.

but things are getting more muddled because of him too—his once ignorance of your crush is now replaced with longer looks, teasing voice, and more intimate smiles. he looks at you like he knows.

he looks at you like he wants you too—)

[lavendermin]

Please don't leave us hanging from the Jing yuan drabble I'm afraid you awoken something in me (take your time also take good care of yourself 💖💯💯)

If you mean the little drabble of jing yuan being told he’s going to have 8 kids in the future, I have soooo many thoughts I’m trying to put together. He makes me insane, anon 🫠💗💗💗

a continuation based off this post below

cw | pregnancy, breeding kink, fem reader

Needless to say the words linger in his mind for the rest of the day. They play over and over in Jing Yuan’s head. He needs to process them, but what’s there to process?

Coming from the Master Diviner of all people, it was a prominent future she saw. It tells him two things: one, Fu Xuan has been checking up on him (this one is her job actually) and two, he’ll be quite busy with his spouse soon.

How soon? Jing yuan can’t help but wonder. And he didn’t want to pry with Fu Xuan. Best not to give her the upper hand with something to tease him with.

“Something on your mind, love?” Your question brings him out of his pondering. He takes a seat on the couch next to you, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he sinks into the plush comfort.

“Just a few things I have to do.” His reply is vague and the smug smile he wears makes you raise a brow.

You shuffle over to straddle his thighs, nimble hands working into his tense shoulders.

“A lot of work recently? Will you be busier?”

He chuckles, closing his eyes to relish the attention you give him.

“Mm. Something along those lines.”

“Want me to run a bath for us?”

His hands absentmindedly settle on your hips. “A little later. Haven’t even kissed my wife yet.”

You can’t help but smile with a little roll of your eyes, easily giving in and placing a peck to his lips. It’s chaste and loving—a sincere ‘welcome home’. But as Jing Yuan chases your lips, it’s clear there’s something more he’s after.

You pull away breathless, a string of saliva connecting you both. It’s a little obscene, even for him. “J-Jing–”

He cuts you off as his lips slot over yours again, his tongue pushing into your mouth greedily. This kind of possessiveness was rare with him. It lit a fire in your belly when he got like this. But…

“Jing Yuan– Wait,” you lightly push him off you. His lips continue to feverishly press kisses to your jaw and neck. A sharp gasp leaves you as his hands start to slowly grind you back and forth on his thigh. “L-Love, I’m ovulating. We can’t– It’s too risky.”

It wasn’t like him to be this lost to reason. A rumble akin to a growl leaves him as soon as you mention it. By now your neck is littered in marks he’s sucked to the delicate skin there. Jing Yuan is breathless as he uses all the resolve he has left to stop, his breath hot against your bare chest where he was already pulling down your top.

You can’t help looking at him with concern. In an instant, he looks up at you with composure back under rein. His smile is sweet, devilish as it hides the insatiable hunger that’s growing at an alarming rate.

“All the more reason to make love to my precious wife, wouldn’t you say?”

With the opportunity presented to himself and the tangible future of his wife, lovely and pregnant, he thinks himself a fool not to start now.

You chuckle at first, assuming it’s some of Jing Yuan’s usual teasing. But as his eyes lock with yours, unwavering and pupils blown wide with lust as his arms press you further against his broad body, it dawns on you that he’s completely serious.

“You– We,” you stutter as you feel your core throb with a surge of need. Damn those hormones during your ovulation. In a small, shaky voice you ask, “I thought you said you wanted to wait until you retired… Do you really want to try for a baby?”

There’s a glimmer in your eyes, chest tight with a flood of different emotions. Anticipation, unabashed lust, adoration.

Jing Yuan responds with a chuckle, opting to gently pull your face for a kiss. This one is only a light simmer of the ardent need he has to breed you until dawn.

“If you’re agreeable, of course. There’s a saying from a few star systems down that says life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. I’ve already made you my wife, I’d love to also make you a mother.”

The bright smile that breaks on your face is all the answer he needs as you pull his face in to litter kisses all over his face, ending by going in for a kiss that leaves him smiling like an idiot. Your idiot.

Jing Yuan has no plans to retire soon, but officially starting his family rejuvenated his resolve to continue as general for a while longer. There was still work to be done to keep the Xianzhou safe and ensure the era of peace continues for his children. He’ll have to thank Fu Xuan later for the slip of her tongue.

And it’s no surprise that making love to you for the next few consecutive days proves fruitful a couple weeks later.

Gossip and rumor spreads fast, especially with Jing Yuan being general of the Luofu. He’s constantly in the eye of the public. Once your tummy starts showing a bit more, he can’t help but stroll around proudly with you by his side—his hand protectively on your belly whenever he can. The people call your pregnancy a sign of abundant good luck, an omen for exceptional good to come in the future. Likewise, Jing Yuan is positively over the moon as a soon-to-be-father.

He can’t wait to hold his twin girls in a few months.

And after that, he can breed you again. And again. And again. It’s in his future, after all.

[toxicanonymity]

Prescott House Bed & Breakfast

IMGs: the Prescott house, gif of older Billy Loomis looking in the mirror with a bloody shirt, and sidney's open window at night

1.8k words, 40+ y/o!Billy Loomis x f!reader SUMMARY: You stay the night in Sidney Prescott's old room and leave the window open. WARNINGS: I8+ Billy is a ghost/hallucination that seems completely real. He's buff, has scruff, and has (somehow) aged like fine wine. P in V, creampie, light manhandling/restraint, hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock), mild degradation/teasing, pet names, somnophilia adjacent, blood.

For more than 25 years, the old Prescott house was empty and rotting. The last thing the City of Woodsboro wanted was to sensationalize the original murders with a tourist attraction that could inspire copycats. The house changed owners a few times, but the city would never grant permits for renovation, until a charming older couple from out of town bought it with plans to open a bed & breakfast.

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 You got a solo reservation for early October. The temperature was mild when you showed up just before dusk. If not for the pumpkins on nearly every doorstep, you might have thought it was September. A light breeze made the leaves dance across the yard as you walked up the path alone.  A grandmotherly woman answered the door, and her husband was right behind her to take your bag. She offered you tea and snacks, and you chatted for a bit, then she showed you to your room. She never mentioned the Prescotts.

When she gestured to Sidney’s bedroom door, your heart skipped a beat. You had hoped, but didn’t want to ask for it over the phone. You entered the room, and she turned on the light. 

Your hostess must have seen it in your face. 

“Oh, is this okay?” she asked, concerned. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, it’s perfect.” 

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As soon as you were alone, you turned off the lights, shut the door, took off your shoes, and laid down on the bed, on top of the covers. You thought about how Sidney lived there. Billy visited there. It was exhilarating just being between those walls. 

When you went to shower, your heart raced as you checked behind the curtain. As usual, there was nothing. Nothing but energy. You brushed off your nerves as excitement, but there was a physical element you didn’t expect. The air felt heavy. Not stale, but thick, as if you were pushing through an invisible field as you moved. 

In the shower, that feeling was overtaken by a buzz in your body. It felt you were vibrating with life. You used a shower cap, and the soap smelled like honey-almond. You thought about Billy, and warmth rushed to your loins. You’d thought about him so many times. You imagined him retreating to this very bathroom with blue balls and frantically jerking off. You imagined him looking in the mirror as he did it. You pictured the dark look on his face with all his terrible thoughts and urges simmering in the back of his mind as he stroked his cock. You thought about him coming into the toilet bowl, which made your chest erupt in goosebumps. You turned off the water and squeezed your thighs together as you let the water roll off you. 

After taking off the shower cap and air drying for a minute, you toweled off, applied lotion, and put on a robe to go back to your room.  

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In your bedroom, you turned on a bedside lamp. You put on your white floral nightgown and frilly white socks. You slowly went around the room looking at everything. You weren’t sure anything was original, but the pastel floral bedspread had a nineties vibe. You looked in a mirror on the wall and felt like you were looking at someone else. Your fingers came to your face, and your cheek was hot to the touch. Your arms were, too, and your chest. The air was thick again, and it felt like you were moving in slow motion. You went to the window and pulled back the lace, cream curtains to have a look outside. It was hard to see with the glare, so you slid the bottom window pane up, then locked it in place. The breeze that swept in felt like heaven. There wasn’t much to see. You closed the curtains but left the window open. 

You turned off the lamp as you got in bed. As you laid there in the slight moonlight, your body was throbbing with energy, but you were sleepy from your travels. The faint chirping of crickets lulled you to sleep without much difficulty.

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A chill fell over the room in the middle of the night, stirring you half-awake.  You felt exposed, but couldn’t reach the covers to pull them back up. Then you felt a weight descend on your hips. You opened your eyes to the looming silhouette of a man straddling you. Your heart jumped and you drew in a mouthful of air to scream, only for a large, cool hand to clamp down over your mouth. The man lowered his torso over yours and brought his mouth to your ear to warn, “Be quiet for me, babe.” 

You struggled and whined into his palm. He brought his other forearm to your chest to hold you down roughly. “ Quiet ,” he demanded through gritted teeth. You nodded in compliance. 

As your eyes adjusted, more details came into focus. His hair was messy and he had scruff. His shoulders were built. His biceps swelled out from his short sleeves. There was some dark, abstract design all over the front of his white t-shirt, which stretched over his strong pecs and the hint of a soft belly. He was in boxers. He was probably in his 40s. 

He kneed your bare legs apart and you felt the cool air on your bare cunt as your eyes filled with tears. He smiled with one side of his mouth and it hit you like a freight train – Billy Loomis. He was too old, too built to be Billy, but his smile, and the glint in his eyes left no doubt in your mind. Your eyes widened, and your face softened. He braced his hands on either side of you and laid his hips into yours. What you felt against your front was warm, hard, and massive. You moaned into his hand, and a look of satisfaction spread across his face. 

“Gonna be quiet for me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. 

You were already dripping wet. You nodded. 

“Good.” He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth. 

“Billy?” you whispered. Then he whispered your name back with a slow thrust against you that made you close your eyes and bite your lip in pleasure. 

His pelvis lifted away, and through the cotton of his boxers, you could feel his heavy balls graze your leg as he moved to straddle a thigh. He was making room to wedge a hand between your legs. “ Mmm ,” he growled at first contact. He slowly rubbed you with three flattened fingers, just enough to gather your arousal and bring it to his lips. Your face heated up at the sight of blood on his fingers. He sucked his index finger and inhaled sharply through his nose. Then he sucked his other fingers clean and got back between your legs. He casually pulled his boxers down below his balls and ass, and his stiff cock bobbed heavily, hypnotizing you before he held his shaft in his hand with his thumb at the tip. 

“You're one of those sickos ,” he taunted. “ into psychos like me .” He shook his head in mock disapproval. You didn't bother denying it. “That's okay, baby .”

He scrunched up your nightgown, hiked up your thigh, then lined himself up at your wet little hole. As soon as the tip hit your wetness, your walls were clenching, begging for it. 

Holding your thigh and bracing a hand by your hip, he plunged his length into you, and his lips drew together with effort as his girth divided your insides. With a punch of his hips, he bottomed out and audibly released his breath. The stretch burned, but quickly faded. He paused and stared down at you, his chest and stomach expanding in rhythm with heavy breaths. 

He released your thigh and you  wrapped your legs around him. He withdrew a few inches, then shoved in again. He lowered himself so his tummy touched your middle as he began to pound you. He grunted and sighed quietly and and an orgasm brewed in your lower belly. 

After a minute, he lowered more of his weight onto you, planting his forearms on your pillow on either side of your head. A salty drop of sweat fell in your mouth. His shirt was wet, and it seeped through to your gown. Your nipples sharpened under the damp fabric.  He was giving it to you hard, and picking up the pace. The bed shook as he buried his length in you. He was bigger than you imagined. His whole body - bigger than any pictures you'd ever seen. Solid and strong. He felt realer than anyone you’d ever been with or even kissed. 

Without easing up the power of his thrusts, he slowed down a bit and widened the stance of his arms to lower his forehead to the pillow. His scruff brushed your cheek. He stroked your other cheek with his thumb. After a few seconds, you moaned and he raised his head to meet your eyes.  “Yeah,” he breathed, “I know what you want, baby.”

His cum, you wanted his cum.

You moaned as he hit the right spot and your lower torso tensed with the pressure of your building climax. He covered your mouth again, and his palm was warmer by then. You lowered your left left foot and watched his pale ass flex above the waistband of his boxers as he fucked you. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, and that sent you over the edge. The pressure burst, and pleasure flooded your system with each wave of your peak. You whimpered into his hand. 

“Fuck ,” he panted, fucking you through it as you clenched around him. He plunged to the hilt and erupted with a sigh. His moan was quiet but deep and drawn out, painting your insides with warm bursts. He backed up, then bottomed out again. And as you finished milking his cock, he brought his lips to yours. His lips felt full and soft. The kiss was smooth but aggressive, his tongue breaching your lips right away. He moaned into your mouth, releasing the last of his load. When he was empty, he broke the kiss with a sigh, then pulled out. 

You tingled head to toe as your body brought itself back together again. He gently gripped your jaw and read your eyes. “Later, babe ” He gave you another kiss, closed mouth, before sitting back and pulling on his boxers. You laid in stunned silence as he exited through the window. You dipped a finger between your legs to check for your period, but you didn't find anything but cum. 

You put on a robe and used your phone's flashlight to get to the bathroom, your body still buzzing everywhere.  You looked in the mirror and almost dropped your phone when you saw your nightgown was smeared with dark blood.

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Thank you for reading! I have certain fantasies, and this one really wanted my attention. I used to have sleep paralysis.

[yanderespetdarling]

I need pt 2 of yandere kidnapper and fem reader pls 🙏🙏 thank u so much for ur writing it's amazing

THANK YOU!! Done! and working on part 3! Any suggestions?

Kidnapper Yandere x Femme Reader pt two 

Part one

tags: Kidnapper x femmereader, Kidnapping, yandere, force, dubcon themes, fluff, praise, not proofread

As the weeks dragged on, each day became monotonous. When you awoke, breakfast would already be on your bedside table, your captor watching you from the other side of your cage bars. You tried not to accept the food at first, but as the days went by, you broke.

"I’ll make a note you enjoyed the crepes, darling," he purred at you as you ate.

You scowled at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. However, you had to admit these were the most amazing Florentine crepes you had ever had in your life. During the first week, you exhausted your options of escape and meticulously plotted out the room. He seemed to have four cameras, one for each corner of the room. Each window was completely sealed off, and the exit situation seemed complicated. The room was separated by metal bars and a large caged door your captor could open by code. Past that was a small sitting area where he would sit and stare at you, and another door opened by what you gathered to be a second code. Once you realized escape was not coming, you began screaming each day until your throat went raw.

"No matter how much you scream, honey, no one is coming," he said to you gently.

He was right, and you knew it. Two months had passed, and you began to feel lonely in your cage. One night as he came in, the same way he usually did, you even felt happy to see him for a moment before the shame set in.

“You’re unhappy.” He looked at you with sorrow filling his eyes, his mouth set into a deep frown.

You wanted to lash out, scream as you had been doing for weeks, but you knew it was pointless at this point. You were stuck here, and nothing you could say to him would change that.

“I want to go home.” Tears welled up in your eyes as the words left your lips. “I want this chain removed.” You wiggled your foot.

Quickly, he entered the cage, dashing towards you and sweeping you into his arms. You didn't bother fighting back.

“You are home. You are my home... and the chain will come off, in time, my sweet. How can I make you enjoy it here?” He cradled you gently, drawing you close.

You haven't been this close to him often. Well, you haven't been awake and close to him often. You would, however, wake up and find him next to you, arms wrapped around your waist, eyes tracing your face in the faint morning light. You would then scream and attack him until he left most days; on other days, he would hold you in place until you submitted for a moment, before kissing your forehead and leaving. As he pulled you into him now, you had to admit to yourself, it did feel nice to feel his touch. The smell of his cologne was sweet and woodsy, the soft cotton of his shirt felt lovely against your skin, and the smell of him lingered in your mind as you began to pull away and look him in the eyes.

“Can I have movies to watch? I have nothing to do but draw or read, and I really would like to watch something. Anything.” You couldn't say the things you wanted to request, like your dog back home or your freedom, so you settled for something to do.

“I would love to have some movie nights with you, love.” He smiled and forcefully pulled you back down to his chest. “You make the cutest little faces when you watch movies.”

Your blood ran cold. It had been weeks, but you never did ask him…

“Can I ask you something?” you asked nervously.

He nodded.

“How did we meet?” Your voice shook as you asked and looked up at him, “and… I’m sorry I don't quite remember, but when?”

He stiffened when you asked and gripped you tighter. “It’s okay you don't remember, my love. You were on a trip out of town, my hometown, this was four years ago.”

Your heart dropped in your chest. There is no way. You take your time, for once truly examining his face, his eyes looking into yours and begging for recognition. His hair, his smile, it hit you all at once like a flashback. You did remember him. “The little shop on Main Street,” you whispered, as the full weight of that day sank into you. 

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “You were so sweet, out day drinking with your friends, you were very outgoing that day, darling.”

Yeah, you remember. You were plastered with your friends after brunch when you saw a cute guy heading into a shop on Main Street. Blind with drunken confidence, you encouraged your friends to go inside.

“You boldly declared me cute, demanded my number. It was... memorable,” he chuckled softly, tracing your hair. “ I gave it to you and you never responded, but that didn't matter because when you left the shop, I was right behind you. You were such an adorable curiosity. You are so much more shy when you don't have all that liquid courage; it's delicious. So feisty yet underneath it all so… submissive.” He sighed and began to stroke your hair as he spoke. “You do remember me. I knew you would.”

Your head dropped back to his chest as your world seemed to close in on you. Four years. This man had been following you for years and you… approached him.

He spoke up once more. “At first, it was pure curiosity. Something about the way you behaved just told me, you were trying to be something you weren't. I wanted to know why.”

“Why me?” you asked earnestly. 

“You seemed so sweet and yet here you were trying to be so bold, your friends were all giggling and babbling, it just didn't seem genuine. Past your tipsy drabble, you looked really nervous to talk to me. It was adorable. Your beautiful eyes looking up at me, trying to be brave for the show of it all.”

You shifted nervously. You had been nervous to talk to him that day, his charming eyes and curly dark hair, the nerdy look he had to him was exactly your type. Your friends egged you on, and you, wanting to feel adventurous, approached him. When you first spoke to him, the smile he gave you made you feel like your heart could explode. How could you have known?

As you laid there in his arms, you wondered if it was ever possible to dodge this bullet or if this was intertwined by fate.

“One day we should go back there.” He said blissfully, kissing the top of your head. 

You thought for a moment.  Fighting him hasn't been working… maybe it's time to play along… Impulsively, you grabbed him tighter.

He looked at you, and his face quickly shifted from surprise, to confusion, to a look that could only be described as melting. He squeezed you close, and as you felt oddly comforted by his warmth, you couldn't help but wonder if he was ever actually going to let you go.

[2-dsimp]

Would the Dilf try out role play with darling (considering his ocupation he should have experience acting-)? Just uh. Kidnapping Scenario 🤭?

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“𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥? 𝔻𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖? 𝕃𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖?”

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪. ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤. 𝔸𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕.

“𝔻𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗? 𝕀 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨—“

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜. 𝔸𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕪. 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕.

“ℕ𝕠𝕨, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣...𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕒 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕪. 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥.”

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥.

“𝕊𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟. 𝕀’𝕕 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕪𝕠𝕦”

[yuuuu16]

when you’re jobless and your husband dares to do his work instead of focusing all of his attention on you >:(

[stinkyeggbow]

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

[3cosmicfrogs]

Final bit of the AU where just about everything goes wrong for @zukkaweek day 7: Enemies to Lovers (speed run). ID in ALT.

[zweiginator]

divorced dilf patrick who meets you when you're his waitress at a diner one night <3 he's sad because the divorce was just finalized and custody with his daughter is fucked up but there you are, so sweet. asking if he wants a refill of his coffee. and he talks to you for hours, until he has to go home, it's much too late. he tips you $300, waits in his car to make sure you're safe.

and he comes around more and more. his face lights up when he sees you and he notices how you blush when he asks,

"how are you pretty girl?"

eventually you give him your number. you decide to put the ball in his court. but you're nervous, because it's been days and he hasn't texted or called and you haven't seen him at the diner.

but he messages you late one night. says hi pretty girl.

you shouldn't be this giddy. he's so much older than you.

now, when he comes into the diner, he has you sit down with him when it's slow. he purposely comes later and later to make sure you can. he asks you what clothes you like to wear; he's never seen you in anything but your serving uniform.

so you show him things you like. purses and shoes and dresses. even bikinis that you think are pretty, even though it's february.

and patrick shows up with bags of clothes for you. some are exactly what you showed him, some are things he found cute.

but you don't really cross physical boundaries. there's always been a thick, wobbly wooden table between the two of you. the prying eyes of other patrons and your managers.

but one day you see him out at a local bar. your friends notice patrick looking at you.

you wave to him shyly, sweetly. patrick notices you're wearing these adorable mary janes he bought you. he smiles.

and then he buys you a drink, and then another and another.

and then you're laid on the sink in the shitty bar bathroom, the lights flickering around you as patrick pounds into your wet little pussy, your new shoes dangling off his shoulders. in your fucked out daze you beg him to cum inside you over and over and over and he almost does when your eyes roll back.

but that's how he became a father in the first place.

[carnivorousyandeere]

get you a man who's so lost and unmoored, moving through the world like a ghost, whose hands are cold and dry as a corpse's, who talks about his still-very-much-alive ex-wife and children as if they've passed, who avoids talking about the people in his family who have passed as if acknowledging what he's done would lead to his own death.

get you a man whose eyes widen in wonder at your work, your art, your body, your soul. whose eyes light up upon seeing a butterfly emerge from a cocoon in the spring, whose eyes light up when he smells a nice cup of tea, whose eyes light up when he rolls up his trousers and kicks off his shoes to dance in the surf with you at the beach near his house.

get you a man who sniffs your hair ever so slightly when you hug. Get you a man who watches you paint through a hole in the wall. Get you a man who records you singing in the shower and listens back to it to lull himself to sleep at night. Get you a man who literally becomes ill if he doesn't get enough skin-to-skin contact with you but is too polite-- or maybe shy-- to ask for it all the time.

get you a man who buys you things for work, for leisure, who gifts you with beautiful and comfortable clothes and your favorite foods and extravagant vacations. get you a man who does all that and still makes you handmade gifts, just so you really understand how much he cares.