#he's a bastard he's a baby he's everything.

[anonymous-existences]

@demonic0angel I blame you(affectionately) for this idea.

Remember the City Spirit Prompt? What if it was a ship and a larger concept.

DCxDP prompt 11 :

Danny becomes Gotham's City Spirit after being taken under Lady Gotham's wing, Danny becomes the city's second spirit, the shadow that always watches, the star that seemed to glow with hope in a crime ridden city such as Gotham.

Danny is living the Double Life as being protected heavily by Lady Gotham because why would she let anyone hurt her little baby, Danny is in college and this can be a ship for any of the bats but today I prefer Dead Tired.

Danny is East End's Cryptid Neighbor, No one really knows why he lives in east end despite having enough money to strive in the much wealthier parts of Gotham, he doesn't get in danger and sometimes it's almost as if the Darkness of the shadows wrap around his protectively like a mother cradling it's infant.

Danny becomes the street's handy man as he can fix almost anything on the spot without charge, he goes to college on a scholarship and the weather seems to become lighter and clearer around him, he has a very light presence that can make even the most violent of thugs soften up in care for the boy.

Tim and Danny happen to meet by coincidence in a coffee shop, they become friends and Red Robin stalksobserves him from afar and they happen to attend the same college and there Tim finds out tidbits of his past, parent's laboratory hazard, Sister somewhere away to college too but they got into a fight so they're not in contact right now, One older brother and one little sister.

Tim is noting all of and everything Danny tells him, like the smitten bastard he is. Danny is still a City Spirit, he knows who the bats are but he doesn't mind, as their relationship progresses Danny at some point is forced to intervene as a physical manifestation of Gotham's City Spirit of Resilience and Hope. Danny's and Tim's relationship becomes much like Ponyo's Mom and Dad type of relationship.

Danny is the Mom, Gorgeously Mesmerizing, a form so majestic and Astral and Tim his lover and he who cares deeply for him. The bats at first will be concerned but they can't stop them from loving each other and Lady Gotham unbeknownst to them, supports this whole thing.

[frogchiro]

hhmmmmmggghh need pathetic horny arthur jerking off to thoughts of reader and cumming and cumming until he can’t cum anymore and then just laying there tossing and turning all night

half of it is from guilt over fantasizing about a young woman who he should know would never want an ugly violent bastard like him (or so he thinks 👀), the other half is just sheer desperation for someone to love him and keep him warm at night 💔

—🦌 anon

He may be pathetic and old and horny but that's how we like our men here </3

Poor Arthur won't be able to sleep at night, just tossing and turning, guilt ridden and his poor heart squeezing anytime he glances at the soiled cloths next to him. What is he even doing? Thinking about you, the newest addition to the Van der Linde Gang; a young, proper lady who wanted freedom, whose parents got killed and had nowhere to go and it was just your luck to run into them.

And here he was; Arthur Morgan, reduced to nothing but a simpering fool, getting horny like a boy because the buttons of your blouse were unbuttoned and showed your cleavage, an image that was burned into his mind and ultimately resulted in the mess next to him.

Just a few hours ago he was drowning in mind-numbing pleasure, jerking his fat cock to the thoughts of you here, with him, in his tent where you two would keep each other warm and safe; no risks, no heists, just two people so deep in love that nobody could even tell where one began and where the other ended.

Arthur kept imagining an idyllic life with you, one where you could leave the outlaw life, retire, have your own little piece of Heaven on a quiet farm somewhere far away. Where he could bend you over anywhere he wanted, take you by the hips and mount you silly until both of you were screaming from pleasure.

A life where he could be your big, strong, loving husband who is more than happy to protect you, care for you and provide for you...You and maybe even a sweet little babbling baby on your hip?

But then after he cums with a muffled groan, when his breath and raging hormones settle does he finally get the clarity in his head he needs and...Everything suddenly just seems so pointless.

He is so so guilty because he truly believes that he doesn't deserve you, of course he doesn't. You're still young, have your whole life ahead in front of you, your sweet smiles making even the darkest clouds over his mind go away. You always seem to just...gravitate towards each other, whenever either of you seems to feel under the weather you just kind of find each other. These are the times where Arthur doesn't feel old, sick or like a outlaw anymore, he just feels...good. Whenever you talk with him, joke with him, laugh until tears fall from your pretty eyes at his terrible jokes Arthur feels like he's the happiest man alive...It's a real shame that you probably don't feel the same...

...Or do you?

[jimmybutlrr]

I Love You But Do You Love ME?

Part 2 to The Love, I have Longed For

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Tall Thick Brown-Skinned Women

Warnings : 18+. Romance, Mature Content (Cursing and Teasing), "drama", Fluff, Sensitive Topic

Summary: The After Math Of The Problems You Create.

A/N: There will be a part there as I did not want this too long, as always, to improve I would love constructive criticism. There also will be a part 3, which will be the final chapter or not?

*Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future writings.

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How could he cheat on me? We've been together for 4 years and married for 2. I gave him my early twenties…how could I be so dumb to believe he was different”. Estella cry’s into the arms of Amir in the parking lot of her home.

 “That British buffoon, Fucked up something good for a few quick fucks with his co-star not being man enough to leave first”. He picks up Estella’s head, making her look in his eyes, “He’s gonna try to convince you to take him back back, don't, stand up to him and never lower your confidence for a man ever. Ok you are too beautiful and intelligent to do so”. She nodded her head , agreeing with his statement. “Ok, I’m ok” Estella mumbled wiping her tears.

Days after, Estella goes to pick up her things while Aaron is at work. 

 “Now let's get out of this car and pack up your things before that big - green eyed bastard child comes”. They share a hug and a laugh then exit the car. As they walk to the door, a few cars pull out, her friends exit the cars. They walk up to her with a pity look, ready to help her pack her shit. 

A few hours later they are in the last box ready to leave when Aaron pulls up in the driveway. 

Getting out of the car, he recognizes the cars in the driveway, one being his wifes. He rushes to the door and up the stairs, trying to make it to his wife. Seeing him, everyone rolls their eyes, signin in unison that he's here, he walks up to her standing directly in front of her, seeing her disguised expression, his heart breaks a little, tears threatening to fall out his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, when she puts her hand up to stop him from speaking “The audacity that you have to stand here in front of me after cheating on me with tears in your eyes when I should be the one crying.  You made the drastic decision to cheat on me, for god knows how long, with your co - worker of all people. to put more salt in the wound”. 

Her face starts getting hot, but she takes deep breaths to calm herself down.

 “You ..Said..You.. Loved..her, right after saying the bullsshit you said to me” Her voice breaks. 

“Honey..I..want to apologise, I regret what i did” He gets down on his knees, grabbing her body close. “ I love you with everything in me, ignore me, make me sleep on the couch but please don’t leave me, I love you with everything in me. You are my heart, my soul, I don’t know how to live without you” Tears fell down his face. “ Are you dumb or fucking stupid, which one quick”, Estelle snaps her fingers pushing him off of her, “To say that knowing you have been cheating long enough to exchange I love you’s is mental”, she turns to pick up her last box, to meet up with her friends. When she turns back around, he slaps the box of her hands “it was a simple mistake, your really going to leave me for it, baby I love please stay” With tears still falling down his face, she picks back up her box ignoring him, and his foolishness. “I”ll be filing for divorce in due time, I don't know when you will receive the papers” before he could protest. She walks out, leaving him gripping his chest to calm himself down due to the best thing on earth walking out on him.

A few months later, She managed to find her own apartment to stay in and started to finger out how she's going to continue life without him. She filed for divorce and is now waiting for Aaron to sign the papers. In the house that they once shared, the doorbell rings and he goes to open it. “Are you Aaron pierre? The strange man questioned leaving Aaron confused “yes, may i help you” aaron questioned confused “You have been served” Aaron takes the papers from the man watching him walk down his driveway, getting into his car driving away. Aaron locks the door, walks to his living room, and sits down with one thin thigh over the next, while he opens the orange envelope, reading it to realise that it’s divorce papers.

 He clutches his chest, as the room starts spinning, he squeezes his eyes closed, bending over into the couch, forcing himself to take deep breaths which slightly works as he feels a sharp pain in his chest every time he inhales. After a few moments he manages to calm himself down, tears dripping down his face like he's been holding them in for years. He takes the papers and throws them into his garbage. 

She texts him “Did you get the divorce papers” “I have received it, they are not getting signed though” Aaron texts back. “Be soo for real, how about we meet up at the diner on kingston st and discuss this because I'm tired of talking to you”. “Ok, I love you”. She leaves him on read, making him wipe his face, and walk up to his room to lay down. 

“Can I have the 10 wing combo with honey garlic and extra sauce on the side?” Estella said to the waitress, who wrote her order down “Thank you” she said to the waitress, who walked to the kitchen. Feeling disturbed, she looks up from her phone and see’s Aaron staring at her. “Can you put down the phone so we could have a civil conversation?” Aaron mumbled to Estella, which she obeys to. “You're right, so who's getting the house and I would like to terminate our shared financials. You also need to sign those papers”. 

“No, I want my wife back” Estella opens her mouth to speak but the waitress comes by with their food. “Thank you” Estella said to the waitress, sighing “Can you not do this right now, let's figure out what we are going to do with our financial situation first before you start with your bullshit”. Time goes on and they settle out their situation breaking their agreement and leaving Aaron with the house, which he ends up selling. 

At the end of night Aaron pays the bill and  Estella rushes out before he could say another thing. They settle out their situation, breaking their contracts and leaving Aaron with the house, which he ends up selling. 

6 years had passed making Aaron and Estella are now 30 years old.The diner was the last time Aaron saw Estella in person. Due to her being absent, not knowing where she is and what her new life was like. He moved on, went to therapy and started putting his focus in the gym, getting bigger roles and being healthy.  

Estella on the other hand, moved to another state, finished law school, while enjoying motherhood to the fullest.

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[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Hate It (Boku no Hero Academia)

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Wordcount: 442

Warnings: NSFW, hate sex, rough sex, dirty talk, Hawks

A/N: I hate Hawks, love writing hate sex... so the answer of what to do was obvious!!

If you want full version of this, please comment to let me know!

Request Status: Open

Reblogs welcome <3

You hated Hawks with your entire being. He was cocky, an asshole, and never knew when to shut up. Even if he was the number two hero, you thought he was a great example of how shitty the world is and how everything caters to heroes and not the people. You could rant for hours about the corruption into today's hero society. About how people like him do nothing but-

"Pay attention." 

You let out a yelp as Hawks yanked on your hair, pulling you up against him. He was currently pounding into you relentlessly, one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand was wrapped in your hair. What had started as an argument had spiraled into you being railed in the office of his agency.

"Look at you. Not so mouthy now, are you?"

"Shut… shut up." You hissed as you pressed back against him.

He chuckled. "Why? You seem to be enjoying this. You're practically squeezing me to death, baby bird."

You hated this. You hated how you couldn't stop moaning. You hated how you loved feeling his breath against your ear, his arm holding you securely to his body. You hated that with every thrust, you craved more and more. You wanted nothing more than to yell at the bastard, but you didn't want him to stop.

Hawks could tell how much you loved it. You spasmed against him, milking him with every deep thrust into you. His cock felt like it was made for this. For making you moan for him, for making you crave him. He was gonna go insane from how good you felt. He had always loved how you hated him. And now he had you squirming and wanting more.

"Such a good little bird." He hummed. His hand went from your hair to your throat. "You love this, don't you? You just love getting fucked by the man you hate."

You whimpered and shook your head. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "N-No. I hate it."

His lips ghosted against your ear. He squeezed his hand around your throat and started to thrust his cock harder and deeper into you. "Really? Are you sure?"

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head from the sheer pleasure. You loved getting fucked by Hawks. If you'd known he'd be this good, maybe you would have started more arguments earlier. Even if you did hate him, you loved getting fucked like this. You loved the way that he seemed the exact right spot to hit, the right words to say. You hate to admit it, but you were starting to like him.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Too many Robins

by Speechless_since_1998 “You shouldn't be here, little bird,” Nightwing growled, irritated. “Didn't the old man tell you to stay at home?” “Um…no?” He snorted, “Figures. Hypocritical bastard…if I had done it, he would have grounded me for months! But not you, you're already his favorite and..." “Nigthwing,” Batman interrupted, landing in front of them. He stared at them, “What are you doing?” He rolled his eyes, “Can't you see? I'll get Robin back in line." “Nightwing…” “What, only you can do that? Or does he have the green light for everything? Way to play favorites, Batman..." "Nightwing," Batman said again, more decisive, but not angry. If anything, he seemed confused. “That's not Robin.” Words: 1042, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kid Fic, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early (DCU), Kid Tim Drake (DCU), Accidental Baby Acquisition, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Halloween, Halloween Costumes via https://ift.tt/8a9upRC

[buffyspeak]

Craig Manning + 1, 2, 12, 18 & 23

ty for recognizing this as an excuse to talk about craig manning lol

why do you like or dislike this character?

a lot of it comes down to the fact that i think he has one of the best, most memorable introductions in the show, and he has some of the best, most intentional writing from s2-s4. largely because jake epstein is one of their strongest actors and they really played into that. i like that they are able to make us immediately sympathize with him, and that the abuse he suffered very clearly affects him even once his dad is gone, but it also ever feels like the Only thing about him. i think they did really well at establishing a mix of like... earnest awkwardness with a certain charm that felt really natural. and i appreciate that even when i don't agree with his choices, they (usually - as i've established, i'm not really a fan of the way his addiction story is handled in s6) make logical sense for the character.

2. favorite canon thing about this character?

i appreciate that he was largely portrayed as a really good friend? obviously there were issues in his Other relationships (***), but i really appreciate how this trait softens some of the harsher/more complex aspects of his character (which i do also enjoy, but i think helps with balancing out his character and keeping him sympathetic and someone you want to root for.)

ANYWAY, some examples of Good Friend craig manning behavior: generally very supportive of ashley in dressed in black, helps emma find her dad in father figure, is supportive of marco and tries to help him with dylan problems in moonlight desires. i also think he's the friend we see visit jimmy most often in the hospital after he's shot.

ALSO i just remembered: it's a really small moment, but when jimmy doesn't want to hang at joey's with them in drive because he invited sean, who jimmy still has Tension with, i really like that craig is firm in saying he can't uninvite sean. it would be really easy for craig to like, choose jimmy, who is more a member of the Cool Kids, over sean, but i like that he doesn't just write sean off because that would be shitty, and it's clear he remembers sean really being there for him in when doves cry.

(** stuff with ellie gets complicated because i guess they are friends and i certainly do think he's in the wrong for stuff between them but they're really written as romantic interests that the writers are keeping apart for love triangle drama reasons.)

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

the first time joey openly speaks about a fond memory of julia, craig starts crying and has to excuse himself. he was Not allowed to just casually bring his deceased mother up in conversations at his father's house, it is Weird and hard for him, but not bad? he wants to talk about her. it's just surprising the first time. (yes i think daily about the scene where craig says something like "remember how mom used to make - " and then albert glares at him with an implicit threat until he shuts up what of it.)

18. how about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

i really admire the relationship between craig and marco. i feel like they could have really played up the, "oh, look, craig is another dude that's totally chill with gay people and isn't that so heroic and awesome of him" in a way that was decidedly NOT chill or cool. and i really appreciate that they didn't do that. it was always just... no big deal between them. obviously it was played for laughs, and understandably, craig reacted with confusion/annoyance, but even the fact that marco kissed him in moonlight desires and craig was just like "dude wtf go talk to your boyfriend" instead of getting into gay panic mode, i thought was nice.

they have some really cute/funny back and forth. as much as i hate the general plot in weddings, parties, anything, marco teasing craig when he bumps into a door after being distracted by a pretty girl who was flirting with him was comedy gold. and i giggle every time craig is like "good thing you aren't the lead in the school play... oh wait, you are, it IS all riding on you" lmao. icons, the both of them.

and they just have such an... overall easy friendship? like of course there are rocky patches, but i honestly believe that these people like each other in a way i don't always with other friendships in the show.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

this smile is so soft and wholesome i'm sorry. i want to wrap him in several blankets. i am normal about this character. (< me when i lie)

[syninplays]

Tested my silly mullet from today on him and LOOK AT MY BABY!! *screams in swedish*

[marigoldwriter]

FUCK WHY DID I SEE SPOILERS?!?!!?!

FUCK, WHY HE DIDN’T STAY DEAD!! HELL, HOW DID THIS DEMON MANAGE TO SURVIVE?!!?!?!?!?

BRO, MY BABY MARIKO NEVER DESERVED THIS, I SAID THE ANGST WAS GOING TO COME, I SAID, FUCK, I WANT TO CRY!!!

God, my little baby Mariko, she deserves the world, that bastard doesn't deserve to call my baby his wife, John should have killed him, I swear, he should, fuck what would happen next, fuck everything, he should have killed that one man, and he still comes to ask for forgiveness, FORGIVENESS?! HOLY FUCK I HATE IT!!

[blushinggoku]

Been watching some dbs related videos and I'm sosoo glad I gave up on that anime because oh my god the story gets worse with every arc. Wtf are they even doing anymore

[chaotictomtom]

WEIRD AL VOICE OOOOH IM IN HELL HELP HEEEELP IM IN HELL (Mike scene of him feeding the chicken while recovering and resting and then he gets the news about Gus and IT CUTS IMMEDIATELY TO HIM IN HIS CAR GOING EXTREMELY FAST AND AND AND :'(((((( )

[bunnyb34r]

Well I WAS sleeping peacefully (aside from a bug bite on my fucking knee somehow) but Gurkle decided that it was his job to give me a wakeup call and get my ass up to feed him 😑

[dulcewrites]

waitttttt are you insinuating that dil!alicent won't die from winter fever and will possibly get to meet alys, elysa and the little ones??? 🥹 in that case you just haveee toooo stick with elysa's baby girl being named after her grandma. eventual questioned legitimacy be damned, making Mother break a smile is more important! lmao. ohhh and i know you've said that aemond's genes won on all fronts but i kinda like the idea of her inheriting elysa's brown eyes which would then liken her to alicent even more :") maybe in some au or something

I do want to inculde something with Alicent and everything with the war while the girlies are in the riverlands. I’d have to workout timing/logistics (larys might have to be involved I fear) but yes I think Alicent should know she has more grandbabies especially considering what happens to the others :(. Also it would be nice to have 3 of Aemond’s 4 fav ladies together.

awe yeah I love the idea of little girl with curly silver hair and big brown eyes named Alicent.

[bunni-bun]

love seeing everyone watching see your love now and finding nat's parts and going "BOSS CHEN YI??!??!!" in the tags, it's filling me with life and joy 😂

[snowwhitedraws]

ex lovers oshamir au...one where they had a bad falling out but decided to part ways in peace...fast forward 3 years later and qimir still hasn't moved on...he still can't...assuming that osha is the same as him...he decides to go back and connect...but I guess luck is not on his side because is already married for 2 years.

[oceantornadoo]

protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still my wife.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately

[konigsblog]

How Simon Riley treats his petite!girlfriend. (🌽 link)

Simon Riley can be sweet in bed. He can be gentle and careful with such a beautiful and fragile thing like yourself, or he can be violent and brutal, becoming an unforgiving and merciless bastard who doesn't care whether you're in pain or not, only if he's being stimulated.

Simon manhandles your body into a position that he's satisfied with, that puts you at a disadvantage. You squirm and wriggle against his firm, tight grasp and whine out breathlessly as Simon begins to hump his swollen, leaking cock over your glossy folds, pushing your knees to your chest to gaze upon your naked, bare body. “So fuckin’ small.” Simon curses as he slaps the head of his wet, hard dick against your clit teasingly, admiring how far he'll be inside of you. He grins thinking about how he'll destroy you, leave you whimpering days afterwards at the ache when you sit down.

“Quit cryin’ ‘nd take this cock, dove...” Simon pins your hands to your sides as he leans his bodyweight down onto your body. Your breathing becomes heavy and deep at the sudden pressure against your chest, while Simon quickly begins rutting into you at the given opportunity and the sight of your weakness. “That’s it, darlin’. You know you like it.” Each thrust sends shivers down your spine, unable to focus on anything aside from the pulsing and stretching sensation of your cunny. You suck in a sharp breath and breathe in his familiar, spicy cologne. The only thing you can do is lay there and take it, the way Simon desires.

“So tiny and warm, ain’t‘cha? That greedy pussy takes everything.” You pant like a horny dog, your thighs twitching and your walls pulsating around his veiny shaft. Simon is driven off by the sounds of your moans and the greedy, needy expression plastered on your face, how your sweet pussy is used repetitively despite your glistening eyes. “Holy fuck- ’m nearly there, love.” It's addictive, you couldn't blame Simon for being obsessed and infatuated with fucking your cunt. His heavy and full balls smack against your ass as leans his weight down onto you to pin you down against the mattress, watching as you choke on your words at the pleasing sensation that leaves you dumbfounded.

“There we go- every single fuckin’ droplet, baby.” Simon heaves and growls, throwing his head backwards at the tight feeling of your hole. Your cunny pulses uncontrollably as you're filled with strings of his creamy, milky semen. Your back arches off of the mattress and your pussy drools, swelling with arousal, until you're nothing but an eager, cock dumb whore for Simon to gaze upon and taunt.