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[whiskeynwriting]

did we ever get the wedding/honeymoon for daddy whiskey? if not can I request for that please, and of course gotta add some cute white lingerie for the new bride too

I have not given you Daddy and Babycakes' wedding and honeymoon yet! But here it is now!! And the fact that you asked for it makes me want to cry from happiness 😭🥹♥️

Life is Better

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, established relationship, brief mention of having kids, descriptions of a wedding/marriage/honeymoon, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (that’s my daddyyy), spit kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, cumplay

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A/N: I'm sorry for not posting this sooner babies! Still getting over this cold :( but it’s only one day and hey, who’s counting? (Me me definitely me I’m counting 😅🥲)

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When days aren’t easy for him, for whatever reason, he knows coming home to you will make it better. Today had been a hard day for him, mainly because of a case he’d been given. It required him to work at HQ during the week, which was in New York and away from you. Not only that, but he was working overtime on top of it all, and the workload was draining him. His body was tired and sore, and all he wants to do is come home, take a hot shower, and cuddle up in bed with you. 

“Honey?” He calls, his voice noticeably strained. 

The harsh sound of keys clanging in a metal bowl echoes throughout your shared home, his tired sigh following shortly thereafter. When he doesn’t hear your response, he frowns, stepping forward to look around once his boots are off. 

“Babycakes?” He shouts a little louder, turning down the hallway to the bedrooms. You’re not in any of them, and you’re not in the bathrooms, either. 

Coming into the living room, he takes a seat on the couch, groaning. He was looking forward to seeing you. But then, your sweet voice floats through his frustrated head, this morning’s words returning from his memory. I’ll be home late today, baby. 

If you were here, you’d probably coddle him. Honestly, it’s what he needs. He’s a big enough man to admit that. More often than not, Jack wore the pants in your relationship, and you were absolutely fine with that. But there were definitely days where he wanted to be kissed and caressed, times where he wanted to be held and tended to. Today, he needed you. But he’ll have to take care of himself.

He’s a grown man, he can do that, but it isn’t easy when he’s feeling down. But he goes through his routine like it’s nothing, something he consistently relies on. Walking into the master bedroom, he begins to undress, readying himself for a shower. Normally, he wouldn’t take one this early in the day, he usually did so before bed. But with the strain from his job now making his muscles ache, he figures the hot water will do him some good. Afterwards, he’ll find some comfy clothes to slide into, comb his hair and re-apply some deodorant. Maybe even make a snack. But for now, he’ll focus on the first step, getting undressed.

While removing his outer jacket, he reminds himself that it’ll only be a single afternoon spent without you, that he’ll be in your arms soon enough. If he distracts himself, it’ll feel like minutes instead of hours. There has to be something new on TV, a new novel he can download on his iPad, something. But just as his mind truly begins to wander, his fingers slide across something that pulls him away from his rambling thoughts. 

Looking down, the pad of his first digit slides over the thin metal of his ring, the one on his left hand. And he smiles, the first sense of relief he’s felt since the beginning of his day. He remembers when you’d put it on him, the words you said right before you did it, the way you looked, the day that it happened. 

It was springtime, the two of you tying the knot earlier this year. The day was sunny, no wind with the sky full of puffy, white clouds - perfect for an outdoor wedding. It might come as a surprise, but the event was small, much smaller than you yourself had expected given Jack’s outgoing nature. He had many friends, and loved his family. But when it came down to it, the only people he wanted there were the ones that mattered, the ones that contributed to your relationship. 

In all honesty, he completely expected the wave of emotion that consumed him once he saw you at the end of that aisle. Since the night you met, you’ve been his heart and soul. Tears welled in his eyes the moment you stepped before him, and he found it incredibly difficult to not just run down the aisle and sweep you off your feet right then and there. You’re his, and he finally had the chance to make it permanent. 

While your hair and makeup took more than an hour, you couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over the edges of your lash line. But at this point, you didn’t even care. Seeing Jack standing at the altar made you realize that he truly is your future. All the time put into the wedding venue and its decorations, it seemed pointless in that moment. Because you weren’t looking at the people who attended or the color schemes you chose, you were looking at him. 

The pastor had explained the concept of marriage to the two of you as you stood there before one another, you still holding your hand-picked bouquet. 

“Marriage is the clasping of hands, the blending of two hearts, the union of two lives into one.” It made your heart pound, hearing these words. “And your marriage must stand, not by the authority of the State, nor by the seal on your wedding certificate, but by the strength and power of the faith and love you have in one another.” And you know it will, you both do. 

Looking into Jack’s eyes, you take a breath, steadying your emotions. You’d waited for this day to come practically since you met this man. He’d charmed you that very first night, swept you off your feet and honestly, neither of you looked back after that. 

Once instructed to do so, you turn, giving your bouquet to your maid of honor. Moving to face your love once again, his hands are already out, waiting for your acceptance. And with a heart full of devotion and love, you do, placing your hands in his palms. 

Jack’s vows were first, his chest tightening with emotion to the point of him needing to take a breath. Lovingly, you squeeze his hands, his eyes returning to your own. You ground him. 

“I vow,” He begins, holding onto your hands with a secure grasp. “To protect you from everything bad in this world.” Immediately, you know what he means, what he’s referring to. “My passion and adoration for you can’t be expressed in words, baby. I just want you to know that I love you, more than myself, more than anything in this world. And every day that I’m by your side, I will provide for you, I will keep you happy and safe, honey. I’ll always care for you, I’ll always put our relationship first.” 

Smiling, you do your best to contain your own emotions, having already cried today. 

“You make me a better man than I ever thought I could be.” He tells you wholeheartedly, “For the rest of our lives, no matter what may come, I will always be here with you, sweetheart. I’ll be here to support you, to keep you warm and happy. I’ll never leave your side.” 

Gently, he lifts your hands, glancing down at them. Inhaling deeply, he continues, finishing the lines he’s memorized. “In life and death,” He promises quietly, “You are mine.” And then, he kisses your hands softly, gazing into your eyes as he lowers them. 

The muscles in your cheeks hurt from smiling so adoringly at your soon-to-be. Everything he just promised you is more than you could have hoped for or expected. Truly, Jack is everything to you. And after taking a moment to collect yourself, you recite your own vows, too. 

“Baby, you’ve given me a life I never knew I could have. Your love, your generosity, your devotion, it’s more than I could possibly ask for. But you give it all to me without a second thought, and I vow to return your sentiment, in every way that I can, for every day that you call me yours.” 

Honestly, Jack never knew he could love you more than he already does. But with each word that leaves your lips, he finds his adoration expanding, his passion burning brighter than it ever has before. 

“I promise, from this day forward, you’ll never have to face the world alone, baby.” With your voice wavering slightly, you swallow, inhaling a small breath. “I’ll be here to hold you when you need it, and support you when you don’t. I promise to uplift you every single day, reminding you of the wonderful man that I know you are.” And it’s true, he’s the best person you’ve ever known. 

“I cherish you, my true love. You’re everything I could ever want in a partner, in my best friend. I am forever thankful to have you, and beyond proud to call you my husband.”

Those deep, warm, kind brown eyes, never leave your own. He’s smiling too, a close-lipped grin that’s so bright his dimple is showing. And when you recite your final words, his hands tighten around yours, holding you as if he’ll never let you go.

“Today, and every day, I choose you.” 

The way he kissed you after you’d offered your rings took your breath away. With his dominant hand finding the side of your face, his other secured itself to your hip, bringing you in. Both of your own palms held his jaw, pulling him to you with just as much enthusiasm. 

“Jack,” It was a short giggle, pressing your forehead to his in the midst of his incessant kisses. 

“I love you.” He expresses, smiling before leaning in again to kiss you.

“Baby,” Comes your happy sigh, accepting his plush lips. “I love you, too.” 

Back in your shared home, Jack sits on the sofa, sighing. Lord, he misses you. He hasn’t seen you all week, not in person, at least. When you talked this morning, it had been over FaceTime. And damn, was he missing your pretty face.

He decided to make himself a snack, grabbing some fruit you’d cut up a few days prior. Taking a seat on the sofa, he glances around, admiring the space. It used to be his, his and his alone. And things were fine like that. But that was before you came along and made it something great. 

Kicking his feet up on the coffee table, he glances down when his heel knocks against something. A few special books were always stacked up on this table, the one on top being the most important of them all. Your wedding photo album. Immediately, he leans forward, grabbing it in hand. Something shot through him when he saw it, when he saw you, especially in that dress again. Flipping it open, his heart is struck with a love like nothing else he’s ever experienced. Thumb rubbing over the simple band of his ring, he grins, eyes scanning the pages. 

You looked ethereal in your gown, the pictures of the two of you at the altar truly taking his breath away. He’ll never get tired of seeing these memories. As he continues scrolling, he comes across the photos from the reception, of all your family and friends, the decorations you chose and the food you ate. It was extravagant, something he’ll never forget…

Now this, this was more up to Jack’s speed. Instead of a few people, your reception held hundreds. The wedding had been held outdoors, what with the beautiful weather and all. The venue you’d chosen was a fairly refined winery, with the reception taking place in a rather lively and modern barn. And boy, how lively it was. 

Jack hadn’t seen you the entire day, the two of you holding the tradition of him not admiring you in your bridal gown before approaching the aisle. And now that you were back by his side, he wasn’t planning on letting you out of his sight anytime soon. 

“C’mere, sugar.” He says, pulling you into his side. 

Happily, you moved where he tugged, meeting his lips once again. “Baby,” Putting a hand on his chest, you sighed. “Can’t you wait until our honeymoon?” You were teasing, he knew. 

“Oh honey,” Comes that deep southern drawl, “You bet I can’t wait ‘till our honeymoon.” 

Your entrance was lavish, your friends and family cheering and clapping while the two of you walked into the reception. And when he dipped you only moments ago, you smiled, once again being swept off your feet by him. 

But your first dance, that was truly the main event of your reception. He’d held you so closely, so warmly, that it made you fall in love with him all over again. The two of you had gone to a few dance lessons, but it was mainly for you, not him. And with him leading the dance, it went quite smoothly. And the way it made you feel… to have him fully, completely, and utterly tied to you for the rest of eternity, it was a sensation you’ll never be able to describe. 

The first time you were able to enjoy the details of your wedding was when you’d sat down with Jack at your sweetheart table. You opted for this instead of a head table for your wedding party, letting them each sit with their own dates and families. And from this view, you can see everything, all of the decorations and lighting choices, the flowers you chose and the entreés you favored. The beige and sage green coloring looks brilliant inside this spacious setting, the emerald hue to your bridesmaids’ dresses matching nicely. It was gorgeous, astounding, everything you dreamed it could be. Truthfully, it was the best night of your life. And it all happened because of Jack, he’s the one that made this possible. 

One of your favorite parts about this night was when the two of you cut the cake. After eating the extravagant dinner you'd both picked out, you walked over to the center of the room. The dinner though, was an excellent addition to an already excellent night. 

A mixed fruit salad with an infused raspberry vinaigrette started the sit-down meal, served alongside bruschetta with each table having their own charcuterie board. The main course consisted of either seared steak or herb roasted chicken, alongside grilled asparagus and a spring arugula salad. And lastly, of course, was dessert. On top of being offered slices from your cake, your guests had the options of assorted cheesecake, fruit tarts, mini pies, as well as a fruit table with a chocolate fountain at its center. Throughout the entire night, champagne was served alongside an open bar once your first dance had ended. 

When you finally got around to cutting your cake, Jack was an absolute gentleman while doing it. He held the knife with you, slicing it gently and feeding you a small piece of it. He didn’t want to be playful and get any on your face, he knew how long it took you to get ready today. And you did the same for him, but he accepted this slice of dessert a little differently than you. Briefly, before you pulled your hand away, he grabbed your wrist, bringing it back to him. Noticing the small amount of frosting on your finger, he wrapped his lips around it, quickly sucking it off while giving you a small wink. How was he so handsome? How is he so goddamn charming? And how on God’s green earth did you get lucky enough to call him your husband? 

After that, Jack couldn’t stand it. He needed to have a moment alone with you. And somehow, even when you were the center of attention, Jack managed to pull you aside. Bringing you down the short hall to the bathrooms, he corralled you into one, locking the door behind him. 

“Really?” You ask, offering an amused grin while you tease him. 

“Really.” He immediately returns, voice deep in his throat as he kisses along your own. 

His hands roam your waistline, sliding down to your hips and squeezing firmly. Your dress is tight, mermaid in style with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. You wanted it to remain elegant while still showing off your curves, and you’d say you succeeded in that. 

Groaning, he smirks, running his lips over you. “You got me in some kinda trance, woman.” Grabbing a fistful of your ass, he pulls you even closer to him. 

“Baby,” Gasping quietly, your hands slide up to his shoulders, holding onto him. 

“Baby, huh?” He asks, biting into your skin both gently and briefly. He won’t leave a mark, not until tonight. “What? Now that I’m your husband I’m no longer daddy?” 

“Jack,” At this, he lifts his head, looking into your eyes. “You’ll always be my daddy.” 

And just like that, his gorgeous grin returns, diving in to mouth at your lips. 

“I fuckin’ love you, babycakes.” While releasing a satisfied sigh, the hand on your ass slides down to the back of your knee, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. “I can’t wait to take you tonight; make love to my wife.”

“Daddy, I love you.” It can’t be said enough, not on this night. “I love you.” 

Smiling to himself, Jack remembers when he had pulled you aside after cutting the cake. Jesus, you looked so good that night. You were perfect to him, you always are. He remembers how he looked at you, how he spoke to you and cared for you. It hasn’t changed. No matter the distance, your love for each other has never wavered. 

Distance. All week, he’d been hundreds of miles away from you. And he was so close to you now. You’re only a few miles away at work, he wishes you’d just come home. Jack loved to travel, but if it wasn’t by your side, then what was the point? He had so many journeys before you met, but only the best ones came after you entered his life. In fact, he had so many new experiences with you that night, ones he never thought he’d get the opportunity to have. The destination of your honeymoon had originally been your idea, and it didn’t take much convincing on his end. In fact, he was more eager to get there than you were… 

“You want another one, sugar?” All night, Jack has been doting on you. Escorting you to the bar, to the bathroom, retrieving refills of your drinks and taking you in hand to dance to every other song with you. He was having the time of his life, and you absolutely adored him like this.

“Sure, baby. Thank you.” 

Grabbing your hand, he smirks, kissing the top of it. “I’ll be right back.” 

While watching him walk away with your empty drink, you grin, a dreamy sigh slipping past your lips. Jack looks amazing in his tux, handsome and honestly stunning, in every sense of the word. Everyone always focuses on the bride and her dress, and while you’ve received many compliments tonight, you don’t think nearly enough have been aimed at him. His hair is styled perfectly, his skin smooth and bright. He smells incredible, too, his normal mix of fresh cedarwood. And his tuxedo fits perfectly, having been tailored to fit him exactly. Even after your multiple years together, he was still so fit; so tall and so strong. He didn’t have to promise to keep you safe, you know you’ll always be safe with him. 

“Here you go, honey.” He says, returning with your drink and setting it before you. “You doin’ okay?”

And then he looks at your pretty face, finally realizing your loving stare. Smirking, he furrows his brows, “What?”

“I’m doing so good, baby.” Your voice is smooth and light, happy. So beyond happy. 

Leaning down, Jack takes his seat beside you, looping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. With his hand on your cheek, he brings you in for a kiss, but when he’s done, he still keeps you close. 

“You know,” He whispers, fingers sliding down to tenderly stroke your chin. “I’ve been thinkin’ about us headin’ out for the night.” 

“Really?” Genuinely shocked, you grin. “I thought I’d be the one to give in.” 

Before today, the two of you discussed how you’d leave the reception. Say goodbye to each and every one of your guests, or… sneak out without being seen? It was a family tradition on both your sides. In fact, if you were able to leave without being noticed by your guests, it was supposed to be a sign of good fortune for your marriage. Plus, how fun would it be to be a little sneaky? 

“Yeah…” Warm brown eyes scan your face, that enticing smirk never leaving. “I’m havin’ a hard time keeping my hands off of you.” 

All you can do is smile; you’re absolutely smitten. 

“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart.” When he says it, he sighs dramatically, eyes roaming the beauty that is you. “The prettiest thing I have ever seen.” The exact words he said to you on the first night you met. 

“Thank you, daddy.” It’s whispered, meant for only the two of you to hear. 

“C’mon,” Jack’s leaning in now, his face still only an inch away from your own. “Let’s go, babycakes.”

Ever the planner, Jack had made sure the limo stayed near the back exit of the establishment. You made your grand escape just as a song began, drawing everyone to the dancefloor and away from you. At this point in the night, it was nearly midnight, and while that may seem too early to leave your own party, you still had a flight to catch. You’d entertained the thought of flying to your destination the next day instead of early in the morning, giving yourselves time to rest after the wedding. But neither of you wanted to wait. 

With Jack’s hand on your lower back, he uses the other to open the door for you. Grinning wildly, you lean down into the limo, your husband’s hand falling lower to give you a gentle tap. Making sure the coast is clear, he takes one last look around. 

“Come on!” You hiss, laughing when he finally ducks his head in. “Did anybody see?”

That pearly grin washes over his face when he shakes his head. “Nope.” Grunting slightly, he situates himself beside you, sighing. “Looks like we got lucky.” 

“Maybe we were meant to be together after all.” You joke, smiling. 

Frowning playfully, he leans in, hand on your face once again. “Baby, you were made for me.” Without his prompting, you lean in to kiss him, cutting it short when you hear the driver climb in behind the wheel. Quietly, Jack finishes his sentiment with, “And don’t you ever forget it.”

This part of the night was incredibly busy. Once you’d arrived home, you had to change and get your luggage as quickly as possible. You both agreed on packing your wedding attire and bringing it with you on your private vacation, wanting to undress the other of it on your first marital night. And you thought that was a sweet idea. Honestly, it made you even more excited for it. 

Knowing how long the flight was, you both dressed yourselves in comfortable clothing, sweatpants and long-sleeved tees. You’d be seated for about ten hours, give or take, and then you had an hour car ride to your private lodge. So to say it was a lengthy day of traveling was putting it lightly. But Jack made it easy for you, carrying everything he could and keeping track of your itinerary. Even when you got a little crabby, Jack still treated you like his sweet baby. 

“You want some?” He asks, offering the bottle to you.

“Jack, I already told you I don’t want juice right now.”

“But that was when I had orange juice.” He replies, pouting. This time, he went and got grape. You’d told him you were thirsty, so why wouldn’t he go get something for you to drink? 

“Do you want me to get you some water?” Turning, he points further behind the two of you at a small shop. 

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.” Grumbling, you rub your head, your temples throbbing from lack of sleep. 

“It inconveniences me when you’re like this.” He mumbles not-so-quietly under his breath.

Turning your head to the side, you stare at him, releasing a heavy breath. Jack eyes you briefly from his peripheral while taking a sip of the grape juice he’d just bought, quickly looking away. 

Sighing in defeat, you slump back in your chair, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m just tired.”

“Nah,” He shakes his head, leaning back and looping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s alright, babycakes. I know you’re tired.” 

Kissing your temple, he mumbles against your skin, “I’ll get you some water, baby doll. It’s never an inconvenience.” 

And on the plane, he was just as wonderful. He let you have the window seat, him sitting beside the aisle. It was first class, of course, Jack Daniels would have nothing less.

“Mr. Daniels?” A stewardess came by once you were seated, offering the two of you a drink menu. It was late by the time you were in the sky, but they wanted to offer you something before the cabin lights went out. 

Smiling, Jack takes a menu, glancing down at it. You intend to lean over and take a look yourself, but then the woman speaks again.

“Mrs. Daniels?”

Eyes going wide, you look up at her, and then to Jack. And he’s looking right back at you. Smirking wildly, he repeats her words to you. “Mrs. Daniels?”

Smiling shyly, a bashful heat washes over your face. This is the first time either one of you have heard someone say your new last name. Pride swells inside Jack’s chest, watching you reach across him to take the small menu from her hands. 

“Thank you.” Nodding slightly, you keep your grin, settling back into your chair with a sense of gratification. Truly, this is such an accomplishment. Finding the person you love more than anything else and getting the opportunity to build a life with them. Looking over at him again, you softly place your palm over his hand. How did you get lucky enough to call him your husband? 

Reliving these memories isn’t half as nice as it’d be if you were here. The two of you have looked over this photo album many times throughout your first year of marriage, pouring glasses of wine and lighting a fire, making a night of it. It’s the first time he’s looked at it while alone, and he thinks he’ll offer to do it together when you get home. It always makes you happy, how could it not? And it’s doing wonders to lift his own spirit right now.

Flipping through the pages, he stumbles across a new section, the one beginning your honeymoon. Neither of you had ever been to Switzerland before, and your romantic vacation had a beautiful blend of both sight-seeing and relaxing. Pictures of the two of you skiing, the two of you enjoying a night in the lodge’s hot tub, surrounded by a real-life winter wonderland. The cabin was so gorgeous, absolutely perfect for a two-person stay. Your honeymoon lasted two weeks, but neither of you ever wanted to leave. 

But just as he’s become lost in the memories of the snowy land you decided to vacation in, a picture falls from between the pages. Frowning, he looks down, picking it up from his lap. It had been taken on a polaroid camera, and as soon as he realizes it, he knows what this is. Smirking, he turns it around, witnessing your intricate lace lingerie spread out across a messy bed…

By the time you’d arrived at your private lodge, it was seven o’clock at night - a little past noon Kentucky-time. Napping on the plane gave you both a leg up when it came to finishing the day’s travels, so when you finally stepped foot inside the luxurious cabin, the two of you were ready to start the night. 

“You need any help, honey?” Jack asks, watching you begin to put your things away.

“I think I’m okay, baby.” Smiling, you turn around, walking over to him. “You know, I have a little surprise for you.”

Hands sliding up his shoulders, they land on the back of his neck, pulling him in. Easily, Jack follows your lead, his own hands running up your back.

“Really?” 

“Mhm,” Nodding, you lean up, kissing the tip of his nose. “I think you’ll like it.” 

“Well,” He sighs, that famous grin returning. “I could say the same thing.” 

Raising an eyebrow, you offer him an intrigued expression. But he doesn’t give you any hints. “Why don’t you go freshen up in the bathroom, babycakes? Put your weddin’ dress back on for me, too.” 

Leaning in, he sighs, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering, “I wanna be the one to take it off you.” 

Jack’s words send a spark right through your very being. The way he handled you sexually made you see stars, and you’re sure tonight won’t be an exception. 

Doing as he says, you turn, but not before giving him a quick kiss. While humming giddily, you stride into the ensuite, but just as you begin shutting the door, Jack shouts to you, “When you’re ready, darlin’, come into the living room.” 

One might think that from the way Jack presents himself, he’s cool, calm, confident, and collected. And while that is the case most of the time, when it came to you… he was different. At least on the inside. While he set up the living room, waves of anxiety continuously crashed into him. This is your first true wedding night together, why is he so nervous? You love him, you love him entirely; there’s nothing he should be worrying about. But since your very first date, worry has been plaguing his mind. Only when he did things such as this, though, only when he made grand surprises for you. Are there enough candles? Too many candles? Is the lighting right? Did I set the mood? Will she like it? Is it to her taste? 

If only he knew how impressed you were by him. Since day one, Jack Daniels has been the man of your dreams.

“Do you like it, honey?” Turning around, nervous eyes meet your own, his hands clasped together with fidgeting fingers. 

Breathless, you both stop in your tracks, staring at the other. You in your gown, and him in his tux. It feels like a dream all over again. And now, it’s just the two of you. 

Before you get the opportunity to answer him, he speaks again, entirely enamored by the sight of you. “Sweetheart,” Stepping forward, his hands find either side of your arms, sliding up until he’s holding your face. His eyes, roaming your figure, his heart, beating out of his chest. “You magnificent thing…”

“Jack,” You breathe out his name with a wide grin, tears welling in your eyes once again. “You… did this for me?”

“Of course I did, baby.” Finally, he brings you in, mouth finding your lips for a quick kiss. “‘Course I did."

Now that you don’t have your makeup on, he feels free to kiss your beautiful face, lips pressing to your chin, your cheek and jawline, before making their way to your neck. Now, he does bite you, now, he does leave a mark, sucking and mouthing at your delicate skin. And while he’s busying himself, you take this opportunity to scan the room, eyeing what he’s set up for you. 

This part of the lodge is made almost entirely of glass, windows covering every wall and even the ceiling. It’s so you can see the Northern Lights, once it’s time. On the main wall sits a grand fireplace, already lit with yellow flames burning, their glow dancing across the glass walls. Along the mantle sit candles of numerous shapes and sizes, all with their own miniature fires burning. And on the ground lay multiple blankets, maroon velvet with white pillows scattered along their edge. And finally, flowers, the same as your bouquet, placed in a vase on the coffee table. 

“Is it too much, my sweet thing?” He asks, sounding desperate already. 

Jack’s dominant hand slides down to your hip, his other rising to the back of your neck. He’s kissing you incessantly, the hairs above his lip tickling your skin. 

“Baby,” Turning to face him, your movement forces him away from your neck. “It’s everything.” Looking into his eyes, you smile, hands rising to hold his face. “You’re everything to me.”

At this, Jack nearly drops to his knees. His mouth is on your neck again, hands finding the back zipper of your dress. Simultaneously, he lowers himself while sliding it down, kissing along your midsection. Speechless, you watch as he reveals your body, freeing your arms of the sleeves, your torso of the gown, your legs from its hem. And once on his knees, the dress pools at your feet. It happens when he’s kissing your stomach, his realization. Grinning, he places both hands on your hips, looking up at you from his knees.

“For me?”

Nodding, you reach forward, fingers combing through his gorgeous hair. “Yes, daddy.” 

It’s white of course, signifying you as Jack’s new bride. And when you tell him that yes, daddy, this is for you, this is all for you, he dives in. Kissing along your stomach, he sighs out a breath, hands sliding down your thighs and squeezing them. And he’s still in his tux, no longer concerned with wrinkling it. 

Gently, Jack lifts your feet, allowing you to step out of the gown pooled at your feet. He’s placing sloppy kisses up your calves, your thighs, mouth coming to your hip with his teeth nipping at the lace. 

“Daddy,” Calling softly for your attention, he stops what he’s doing to look up at you. Caressing his hair softly, you request, “Will you lay down for me?” 

Jack had intended to take the reins, to make you feel small and pretty, make you feel coddled and cared for, to make you cum until you couldn’t think. But it looks like you have something else planned, and he wants to see where this leads. 

“Will you lay down on the blankets for me?” You repeat sweetly, looking into those warm, loving eyes. He nods.

“Sure, sweetie.” It’s a small grin that he gives, one of gentle surprise. 

While he moves back, you lean down, picking up your dress. Carefully, you lay it over one of the chairs in the corner of the room, wanting to preserve it in all its beauty. And then, you turn, making your way over to him. Now, he’s able to see you fully, eyeing the delicate lace wrapped around your curvaceous body. It looks stunning on you, the dainty and feminine fabric.

“Honey,” Swallowing, he watches you kneel before him, settling between his legs. “You look so fucking sexy in that.”

“Yeah?” Slowly, you slide your hands up his thighs, fingers resting on his belt when they get there. 

“Fuck yes.” He replies firmly, nodding. Lowering his head, he licks his lower lip while watching you begin to undress him. 

He assumes you’ll start at his belt, but this time, you go to his shirt. Unbuttoning each little detail before sliding out his outer jacket, the dress shirt beneath soon following. Your husband watches with admiration as you fold the pieces delicately, placing them on the couch nearby. And when you return to him, you’re kissing his skin. Your lips make their way down his tanned chest, the tightness of his ribs and the softening curve of his stomach. You’re worshiping him, just like he worships you. 

“Daddy?”

“Hm?” Licking his lips, his eyes find your own, worry swirling in them. “What is it, angel?”

“Can I put you in my mouth?” Lowering yourself, you hold his gaze, rubbing your cheek over his still-covered crotch. 

“Oh, angel.” Comes that deep, dramatic, southern sigh. “Of course you can. Of course you can.” 

It always makes him crumble, any little narration. With his blessing, you take off his belt, undoing the zipper on his dress pants. While he’d usually assist you in this, he lets you slide them down, taking off his socks, too. You had an agreement about this; he knows you want to undress him entirely by yourself tonight. 

When he’s fully naked, you don’t even focus on his erection, not yet. Making your way back up his body is the soft wetness of your tongue, sliding along his calves and thighs with kisses intermingling. 

He’s trembling, fingers fidgeting at his sides. Jack was a man of practiced patience, but when it came to you? He could never wait. 

“Yes.” It comes out as a hiss, accompanied by a long sigh when you finally grip him. 

Spreading his legs wider, he allows you to shuffle forward between his thighs, watching you angle your head above him so you can spit onto his tip. Your thumb swipes over the head, listening to him whimper it.

“Baby, please.” He’s been dying for you, ever since you said I do. 

Easily, you settle onto your stomach, sliding him into your mouth. It’s a simple motion, his cock gliding over your tongue, the roundness of his head hitting the back of your throat in one go. His skin here is so hot, so smooth, not unlike the rest of him. 

Already, bliss swims through his head. Watching you go down on him while wearing your new, white lingerie is fucking killing him. He feels like he could cum just from this. 

“Jesus Christ,” He huffs out when you gag, his hands falling to the back of your head. “Baby… my perfect little wife.” Finally being able to call you that makes his body fill to the brim with gratitude and pride. He doesn’t know how he found you, doesn’t know how he convinced you to say I do, but he’s beyond thankful for you. He knows how lucky he is to have you and he knows there will never be a day where he stops loving you. 

While keeping your mouth stuffed full of him, you look up, making eye contact while swallowing around him. That alluring grin is quickly replaced by a look of pure pleasure and shock, jaw dropping with his brows knitting together. 

Removing yourself quickly, you take in a breath of air. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh, baby. Baby -” He’s reaching out to you, holding your face and bringing you in again. “Put your mouth back on me.” 

And you do, wanting to be his perfect little wife. 

By the way he says it, you know he doesn’t have long. He’s been waiting for even the tiniest semblance of pleasure for hours on end, and you know he has a weak spot for when you look up at him. Pulling that card out of your back pocket, you do it again, innocent eyes staring into his while you drool over his pelvis. 

“Baby… J-Jesus,” The hands on your head pull you in even closer to him, fingers curling into your hair. “I, I… I’m gonna…”

“Mhm,” Mumbling, you nod, staring at him even when his head drops back. 

“I’m gonna c-cum, oh, I’mgonnacum.”

You’d gone down on him for barely five minutes, and already, he’s unloading into your throat. Honestly, it’s a confidence booster, knowing you can do this to him. It’s thick and heavy, salty and sticky, just like it always is. But you swallow it down regardless, your core tingling just from tasting him. Eyes rolling back, you close them, sighing. 

In gentle bliss, Jack’s hips roll up against you, balls tightening as he spills into your mouth. He can feel your tongue moving, swishing his spend around while ushering it directly down your throat. The sound of your cute little mouth-sounds has him reeling, cock hardening all over again. It makes him sensitive, the overwhelming pleasure you give him.

You give him time, keeping him inside until he’s finished. And he loves that, his chest puffing out with every breath. When you do finally release him, it’s alongside a quiet sigh. “That was quick.”

You’re grinning, and so is he. The teasing words coming from your sinful lips make him chuckle, still trying to catch his breath. Honestly, he’s not surprised he came quick. In all his years of living, he’s never seen something as beautiful as you. And now, you’re his, really his. 

“You look so good when you cum, daddy.” Crawling forward, you climb onto his lap, fingers stroking his smooth chin. Leaning in, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “You’re so handsome, daddy.”

“Baby,” Grabbing the back of your head, he urges it to the side, teeth digging into your neck. “You’re so good for me. You know that? You make me so happy, you’re such a good girl for me.” Even after he’s cum, he’s rambling, high on the excitement of this night. 

“Daddy,” Subconsciously, you grind over him, your smooth lace sliding along his growing erection. 

“Take this off,” He demands, already doing it for you with his own hands. “I need to see your body.” 

He doesn’t want to tear it but god dammit, there are too many ribbons and buttons and fuck it, he ends up ripping the front of it open.

“Baby!”

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m sorry, I just -” He can’t even finish his sentence. As soon as your tits spill out, his mouth is on them, sucking your nipple inside and running his tongue across it. 

“Oh my god, yes…” Naturally, you cradle his head, letting him suck on your chest.

“My pretty girl.” He mumbles over your skin, both hands finding your ass to help grind you against him.

Swaying your hips to his rhythm, you smirk, feeling the wetness of him. The wetness of his mouth, his cock, the space between your legs that reacts so openly to him…

“You’re mine - my girl, my precious fuckin’ thing.” He’s rambling, drunk from you, from your touch and your love. “Forever, baby. Always, you hear me? Always.”

“Always.” You repeat, nodding, promising. 

With slow and gentle movements, Jack pushes you forward, laying you on your back with him hovering above. The pillows he’d placed surround the blankets’ edges, allowing you to rest your head on them no matter where he puts you. 

He doesn’t leave your chest, moaning quietly while he licks you. His eyes are closed, enjoying himself while he continues undressing you. Sliding the fabric from your body completes his request, dropping the damaged fabric on the floor outside the edges of your blanketed space. And after that, he doesn’t waste any time, shifting himself to lay between your legs. It’s then that he finally leaves your chest, lifting himself to rest his face in the dip of your neck. 

“Honey…” He sighs, lifting a hand to lick his first three digits. And then he’s lowering them, rubbing them over your sex. 

“Baby,” You whimper in response, hands clinging to his shoulder and neck. 

Sliding a finger in, it’s like he’s testing the waters, seeing how ready you are for him. As if you’d be anything other than soaking on your wedding night. 

“You want me, honey?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

“Yes,” Nodding, you lift your legs, encasing him between them. “Yes, daddy.”

Languidly, he pumps his middle digit a few more times, sliding it in and out of your velvety center. It allows him to breathe for a moment, to let himself take it all in. 

“Baby,” The tip of your nose touches his face, his cheek, bringing him back to you with the small whisper of, “Please.” 

His body responds before his mind does, removing his finger and using that same hand to hold himself. Turning his head, he looks at you, the ethereal image of his wife, as he slides into you. 

“Baby,” He drawls, eyes rolling back, head dropping to your chest. 

Naturally, his hips begin to move, slow and lovingly as he plunges into you. He feels thick, heavy, sliding into you all the way to his base until he’s retracting so he can do it all over again. His motions become heated, your arms looping around his neck, hands guiding him back to your breasts. 

“Oh, baby.” He gasps out, the motion of his hips steady yet fluid. You're holding his head, sighing airly while his lips return to your chest. “Daddy loves it, baby doll, he loves when you shove his face into these sweet, pretty titties.”

“Daddy,” Cradling his head, you encourage him, fingers curling into his hair.

That’s all it takes for him to absolutely ravish you, his muscular arms moving between your back and the blankets to hold you. It feels possessive, heated, Jack’s hips rolling into your own as his lips focus on your nipples, licking them repeatedly, tenderly. 

Linking your legs around his lower back, he groans, biting into your neck. He loved when you did that, when you wrapped him in your limbs. He’s all you want, all you’ve ever needed since you met him. 

“P-Please,” Gasping tightly, your eyes pinch shut, hips thrusting up to meet his own. “Please don’t stop.”

But then Jack’s dominant hand slides out from beneath your back, landing on your hip and pushing you down. “Let daddy take care of you, sweetheart.” He’s whispering, lips mumbling over your breasts. “Let daddy take care of the sweet girl he knows you are.”

Easily, he finds your g-spot, his tip repeatedly pounding into it. More so than normal, it takes the breath from your lungs, something about the ring on your finger making everything feel different. 

“Baby doll,” He’s smiling, chuckling. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” And then he lifts his head, kissing your jawline, your cheek. “But I can’t do that ‘til you cum for me.”

“I’m going to d-daddy.” Your head tilts back, pushing into the pillows with your eyes pinched shut. “I’m going to…” 

“Babycakes,” The same hand that’s keeping you down rises to your face, grabbing your jaw and turning you to face him. 

With mesmerized eyes, you stare up at him, at the most amazing man you’ve ever known. “Daddy?”

“Cum for me.” Is all he says before diving in to meet your lips, tongue sliding in. 

Both of your hands hold the back of his head, moans echoing into his throat. And he wants them, wants to keep them, every single beautiful noise you make for him.

Shaking hands cling desperately to your husband, feeling his warm skin, the muscles beneath the surface. And the only reason he leaves your lips is to say, “Honey, you make me feel things,” Jack admits, losing his breaths. “You make daddy feel things that he’s never felt before.” 

“Daddy, please,” Chest tightening with emotion, your hips roll up against him again. 

“Daddy’s got you, baby, you beautiful thing.” His own body shivers from the sensation of it all, holding back from cumming inside you. He wants to feel you. “Are you gonna cum for him?” 

“Yes!” It’s overwhelming, feeling the repeated drag of him against your walls, his unrelenting pace, his sturdy body holding you so possessively, yet so gently. 

It’s quite a rare thing, tears forming from this. The passion, the euphoria of it all, knowing you have this blessing in your hands for the rest of time. You’re floating, smiling while the wetness runs down the sides of your face, the sensation of it rolling through you with grace. And still, you cling to him, never wanting to go without his embrace. 

“Oh my god,” Shaking his head, he kisses your cheek, warm lips pressing tenderly to your skin. 

But he doesn’t let you revel in it, removing himself from your heat quicker than expected. It makes you gasp, the sound shrill and airy. Sitting up on his knees, he gazes down at you, chest rising and falling with rapture while his eyes rake over you. Broad hands fall to your hips, fingertips caressing your stomach. 

“Sit up for me, angel. Please?” His voice is quiet and caring; he’s speaking so sweetly to you. “Wanna cum in you from behind.”

“You do?” 

“You think I’d only give you one round tonight?” Tilting his head, he gives you a half grin, body already reaching out to move you.

Limply, you allow it, grinning giddily as he does it. Hauling your hips into the air is the strength of his broad hands, holding onto you with a firm grasp. Shuffling forward, he brings himself to you, resting his already leaking erection between your cheeks. His hands guide you, urging you to roll your hips back against him as he slides through the curves of your backside, rubbing up and down, up and down…

He enjoys this briefly before you change the angle, allowing him to slide inside. He gasps when he enters you, while you sigh in relief, chuckling slightly from the shock in his voice. 

“Holy shit,” He huffs, holding firmly to your hips once he’s fully seated inside. “Goddamn baby, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Baby, you know I always want you.” You’re grinding back against him, wanting more. You know how harshly he treats you in this position, and you’re eagerly anticipating it. 

Nibbling on the corner of his lower lip, he groans, staring down at the graceful sway of your hips. Pushing you forward slightly, he slides out halfway, only to haul you back against his body. Gripping the maroon-tinted blankets, you force yourself back against him, listening to Jack’s harsh grunts and groans as you fuck each other in earnest. The driving force behind his thrusts is aided in his grip on your hips, jaw dropping as he listens to the lewd squelch of it.

“You’re still so wet,” He tells you, in absolute awe. “Still so fucking creamy, baby…” 

“Daddy, you make such a fucking mess of me.” You’re burying your head in the pillows, crying out and nearly shrieking. He’s punching himself into you, his breaths harsh and heavy. 

He knows you’ll be exhausted after this, and he probably will, too. But he knows he wants more, he wants to do more to you. 

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, okay?” Heaving out desperate breaths, he then promises, “And then I’ll please your pretty clit. I’ll lick it for you, I’ll suck on it, too.” 

“Oh…”

“You want that, honey?” He asks, grunting as he feels those familiar waves of bliss. “You want daddy to lick you?” 

“Yes, yes please. Please, baby.” You’re still bouncing back against him, pulsing around the thick intrusion of him. 

Seeing you bent over like this was always exhilarating for him. You were always so submissive, so trusting of him. You absolutely adored him. And the feeling of ecstasy flowing through Jack’s body is a beautiful promise of the future ahead of him. 

He crumbles over your body, heaving desperately, wrapping his arms around you. One of his hands finds its way to your chest, just barely fondling your breasts. Really, he’s holding you, rolling his hips into you. The feeling of it isn’t foregin, not to either of you. Emptying himself inside is something he’s almost always done with you, and one day, he hopes it takes root. He knows he wants children with you. But he’s not thinking about that right now; right now, he’s thinking about how he’s feeling. The pleasure buzzing through his body, the way his body reacts to the woman beneath him, to his incredibly devoted, stunningly beautiful, wife. 

Reaching back, your hand finds the back of his head, holding onto him. You’re both panting, wishing the night wasn’t over yet. And with that thought in mind, his hands are on your hips again. Pulling out, he’s much slower this time, head tilting down to watch his spend spill from your insides. 

“Baby doll,” It comes out as a whine, and it surprises you. Turning, you intend to look back at him, but he’s shoving you forward again. 

“Oh,” Your cheek presses into the pillows, hands reaching forward to stabilize yourself on them. And then his tongue lands on your sex, making your eyes roll back. 

He’s whining, leaning over while he eats you from behind. It’s like he’s gone submissive, whimpering while licking into you, his body tingling when he hears your praise.

“Baby…” Reaching behind, you grab hold of his hair. “That’s so good…”  

You’re leaking, and he’s rubbing his face against you, drowning in you. His tongue glides up through your folds, his hands spreading you open from behind. 

“Oh my god,” With your fingernails scraping against his scalp, he gasps against you, suctioning his mouth to your pink and puffy lips. “Daddy.”

“You know I love it, baby.” He slurps from you, groaning deeply. “Sweet fuckin’ thing. Letting me do whatever I want to you.” Fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks, he presses his lips to the plumpness of them, sighing. 

“Daddy, please.” You’re reaching for him again, begging for his attention. 

“What is it, babyakes?” Lifting himself, he peers down at you, lids heavy with lust. 

“Come back to me.” And he does, he immediately does. 

Lifting himself full, he crawls over your body, helping you to lay on your back now. His chest presses to yours, his breaths calming as he wraps his arms around your back. He nuzzles into your neck, moaning and sighing happily when he feels your legs wrap around his lower back. Your hands find his hair again, stroking his full locks with tender care. The moment is quiet, calm, each of your bodies relaxing alongside the other’s. You feel at peace, complete, with the other half of your puzzle piece.

Opening your eyes, you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them until a dazzling ray of color prompts it. Looking up into the night sky, you see it, the sight provoking a warm smile from you. Turning, you whisper to him, getting him to look up, too. 

The Northern Lights, the blues and purples and greens dancing across the sky. It’s mesmerizing - you truly can’t look away. But Jack does. As beautiful as it is, nothing could tear him away from the sight of you. Leaning in, he grins, kissing your cheek. He’s in love with you, and will be until the day he dies, and through whatever comes after that, too. 

Jack remembers that feeling, the intense emotions he felt that night. It was more than he ever could have hoped for or expected. His happiness was incomparable, he was elated, filled with absolute joy. Nothing could have brought him down in that moment, not when he was with you. Your warm bodies pressed together so lovingly, the affection you hold for each other is genuine and true. It was from the start, and it always will be.

The meaning of your relationship brings out profound emotion within him, his chest sucking in a deep breath as he smiles brightly. And his happiness only amplifies when he hears the front door open, listening to the sweet-soft voice of you. 

“Baby?” And then the door closing, the shuffling of you kicking off your shoes. “I’m home!” 

Immediately, he’s on his feet, setting the book down and turning toward you. He’s grinning wildly, striding in your direction and wrapping you in his embrace. With a large and happy sigh, he lifts you, twirling you slightly. 

“Baby!” You laugh, arms looping around his neck. And when he sets you down, you look up into his eyes, wondering, “What’ve you been up to?” 

You’ve always told him that he gave you a life you never thought you could have. What you fail to realize is you’ve done the same for him. He never thought he’d be blessed like this. Before, life was good. But now? Life is definitely better with you. 

[samodivaa]

SOMEONE FUCKING SEDATE ME OHHHH MY GODNESS BROOOO I WILL COLLAPSE I need him biblically I need him in every way they can GIVE IT TO ME LIKE FR THEY CAN ANIMATE HOW HE IS TYING UP HIS SHOE AND I WILL SCREAM I AM DOWN FOR WHATEVER

“... silent but deadly. good to see you”.

[tojisun]

simon’s not used to this—the boundless devotion shining in your eyes. how, when you are lost, you look onto him for guidance; for a tether; for a warm hand on your back as he wades you through the shifting tides.

simon’s not used to being the one to receive such loyalty, unyielding and whole. because he had been so used to being the one on his knees; the dog who heels; the mutt that is leashed.

he’s not used to being the divine; the one being worshipped; the one with its priestess.

but here you are, in front of him, shaking, faithful. eyes wet with tears, yes, but chin tipped up. waiting for his blessing. his gift. his passion.

simon croons, cupping your cheek and swiping just underneath your eye. like this, he feels untouchable. like a magnanimous entity. like the only one who is worthy of you.

“i know, i know,” he says. “i’ve got you, sweetheart. i’ve got you.”

you nuzzle your cheek into his palm, mewling, breaths hitching, and so, so putty. so trusting. so reverent of him.

simon’s lip trembles because how could someone ever make him feel bigger than he truly is? how could someone love him so much that he feels like he is soaring up above?

how could someone see his scars and his anger, and still find comfort in his chaos?

(this must be why prometheus stole the embers of the fire and offered it to the humans—because isn’t it so addicting to be needed?)

[cryptid-cave]

Currently thinking about a reader who, while having a full-time job and playing the part of a “real adult” pretty well for the most part, is still kind of lost and pathetic. It feels less like they’re living and more like they’re surviving, getting by on their own with just a cat for company.

Enter John Price, who’s currently on medical leave and just itching for a project. Maybe reader works at a store near his home that he shops at almost every other day, or works at the library where he goes when he needs to get out of the house. Either way, he spots this pretty little thing who clearly needs some love and guidance, preferably from a strong, gentle hand - and who better to do that than him?

Anyways, save me bossy and demanding Price with a savior complex, save me

[skullpuke]

buddy daddies finale got me messed up so I speedran this

[macksartblock]

something something four horsemen something

(bonus goof below, courtesy of my friend)

me n the boys hitting up Papa J's

[babacontainsmultitudes]

RIP Will Campos the only person who was murdered this episode.

[tadc-loover]

HIS NORMAL VOICE???

HIS LITTLE RICH OLD MAN WALK WITH HIS CANE???

I'M SWOONING BABY AAAAA-

[daphnalia]

and they were galpals

[yabishrihere]

“Do you know how hard it’s been for me to contain myself?”

[chippuyon]

Kazurei week day 2 - [First] Game

[rafayelsgf]

begging vs demanding

[bleed-ing4u]

Currently thinking of S7 daryl. That gray button up shirt has me CLAWING THE FUCKING WALLS. THE SWEAT STAINS OH MY GOD I'M GOING INSANE. THE WAY THE SHIRT WAS CLINGING TO HIS BACK WITH SWEAT

I'M IN HEAT OVER THIS MAN.

[grossillygirl]

thinking about a mean guy groping me in public. he doesnt softly fondle my tits or just place his hand on my ass. he pinches and pulls my nipples, telling me not to make a sound or else. he gropes my ass hard, makes me feel his hard cock on my ass, telling me that as soon as he saw me he knew i had to be hurt a little bit so i could be punished for dressing like such a slut, teasing men thinking that im invincible and no one would do anything. but hes different, he just had to have me. he comments on how tight my leggings are, how obvious it is that im wearing a thong and that im such a little perv, im just as bad as him. making me admit it, in a whisper in his ear, that im an attention whore and im glad that he's using my body for his own pleasure. it doesn't matter if im lying to myself that i dont like it, he can feel my wetness through my clothes. he tells me hes gonna cum on my ass so that i have to walk around with the reminder of the consequences of being such a slutty tease. my nipples sore and aching for someone to use me some more, maybe rubbing their cock on my nipples. i dont even picture a specific person anymore because ive become so needy just be used, by anyone. maybe he hopes that his little "lesson" will make me approach the men who undress me with their eyes and offer to let them use me, cus then im not being just a tease, im being useful too :).

[darling-stardust]

WHAT WAS HE MADE FOR?

Bonus images and text below cut:

Barbie is always in fashion babes I love her immensely and I love HERM immensely hahah....

I wanted to do a paper doll type of image and had no idea who I would draw, and then this hit me like a ton of bricks. I worked on this for 6 days LOL

Please let me know if you guys would think this would be a fun print? I might make one for myself anyway lol

Tumblr hates my guts so feel free to open images and explore

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From the Makers of "Slap-Bracelet of Befriending", "Kellogg K-Nife", and "The One Ring to Repulse Them All"-

Dungeons and Daddies present:

BUILD A BOY - featuring - Hermie The Unworthy

Hermie is not your typical teen -ager, he is the son of a Non-Euclidean Being and the King of Hell !

Posing as a student of Teen High from Chaparral High School, Hermie's special interests are acting with the drama department, working up on stand - up routines, and being actively left out of the minds of his friends - turned - spouses Scary Marlowe, Lincoln Li-Wilson, Normal Swallows-Oak-Garcia, and Taylor Swift (no, not that one) while assisting on their quest to save the world their parents f*cked up.

He's also got his eyes set on stealing the Teenie the Teen mascot as a prank for Chaparral - And all before Finals ... If he can make it out alive!

Dress him - pose him- give him a tight five routine to perform!

He's an actor! He wants to do it!

"He's just a thing! Put an outfit that you want on him and he's going to look how you want him to look - it's for a purpose, he's not a person."

CHOOSE FROM A LARGE WARDROBE OF COSTUMES

Dark Acadamia- pinafore dress with lace button down and fashion heeled booties (book not included)

Joaquin Phoenix's "Joker" - Suit with loafer shoes and reusable face paint

School Dance* - Suit and heels with a single rose picked from his mother's garden

*pair with a veil and bouquet for an intergalactic wedding! (sold separately)

[le0ni318]

i need to ride him and hear him tell me 'good girl'