#his baby ruined her precious curls 😭

[queenimmadolla]

I know deep in my soul that Penny Munson definitely cut her own hair at one point in her childhood and very possibly cut some of Wayne’s as well. She gives of strong “it got in my eyes so I cut it” vibes.

i feel that particular vibe suits maple (to me), but I can DEFINITELY see penny thinking,

Look at my daddy’s bangs. Those are some nice bangs. I bet if I had bangs like that, I would be just as cool as him. Maybe even cooler…

and of course, once she does them because how hard can it be right, they’re so bad, they rival courtney cox’s Scream 2 bangs and she’s crying lol

[hitomisuzuya]

YAAAAY YOUR REQS ARE OPEN AGAIN <3333

okay. imagine, archon!scara who absolutely gives you no breaks during a good time, enjoying the way we sob from overstim and beg for him to slow down but he knows damn well we're enjoying it... bonus if tons of cum because he just cannot wait to get a baby in your already overflowing womb (this got way too self indulgent i am so sorry 😭)

💜non will now exit the stage!! ONCE AGAIN LOVE YOUR WRITING BTWWW

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Overstimulation. Breeding kink.

Allow me to get twice as self indulgent❤️ Thank you very much 🥺

To say that Scaramouche was losing all sense of rationality was an understatement. His cock was squelching perfectly in and out of your sopping cunt that he just couldn't stop. There was an extra drive to his intent tonight.

The intent to breed you.

"I fucking swear I will knock you up, slut," He hissed, loosening his grip on your hips to smack a hand across your ass. He grabbed a handful of your hair, turning your face out of the pillows so you couldn't muffle your moans.

His feverish pace took your breath away, your fingers clawing into the sheets as you pushed back against his cock. His cock kissed into your sweet spot, making you see stars , feeling every pulse dragging along your sensitive walls.

Tears stung your eyes, drool pooling down your cheek and onto the pillow. "My God, Scaramouche, please cum inside me again!" You cried out, barely being able to hold yourself up on your elbows.

"Fuck..What a slut," He moaned, reaching around to caress your stomach. His hips smacked against yours, fueled by thoughts of seeing your belly swollen with his child. He was positive your belly had a pocket from how much cum he'd fucked inside of you already. "I'll make your whore cunt hold it all."

Scaramouche let out a husky laugh as you suddenly creamed on his cock. Your velvety walls squeezing around him made cum rope inside of you. He let out a satisfied groan, his body quivering in bliss seeing his cum seep out around his cock.

Pulling out of you, he flipped you over onto your back. Hastily, he batted your legs apart and crawled between them. Using two fingers, he pushed some cum back up inside of you. You gasped, your back arching off the bed.

Licking his lips, his tongue swept out to lick lines greedily up and down your ruined hole. Groaning, he latched his lips onto your clit. Your hips jerked up into his mouth, your hands finding the back of his head. "Scara..Scara please..too much.." You whimpered, pushing his mouth down as the ache of overstimulation curled through you.

A broken sob tore from your throat, making him a vibrate a moan on your clit. "Cry louder for me while I fuck you fuller," He took his mouth off your clit, giving it a flick that made your body shake from overstimulation. "Beg some more."

Your near scream of pleasure as he bullied his cock back inside of you was exquisite to him. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as you writhed underneath him. "Too much.. please.." You babbled, wrapping a leg around him, "fuck me harder.."

Scaramouche didn't need to be told twice. He stole your lips up in a rough, dominant kiss. He wrestled your tongue easily into submission. He nipped at your lower lip as he pulled away. "Look at my precious girl, too fucked out underneath her Archon to even think," He cooed, swiping his thumb over a tear that fell from your eye.

You sobbed and whimpered in bliss, fueling him to give you what you begging for. How could he not with you looking so delicate and desperate while you sobbed for him?

Scaramouche intertwined his fingers through yours, squeezing them lovingly as he held you down. His hips snapped into yours, his cock throbbing between your overstimulated walls. You only shook more as another orgasm broke over you, making your body fall limp underneath him.

The way you were babbling incoherently about how much you wanted to give him children made more cum rope inside of you. He held your hips still, letting out a long, satisfied moan as more squelched out around his cock.

It was a satisfying thing to see as he pulled out of you. You shivered as his finger circled your clit, scooping some cum on it. "For good measure," He said, pushing his finger into your mouth.

[honeystwiggypeach]

Pretend!

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!!

Very sorry I haven’t been posting st content lately, school has just been draining me of ideas and energy so requests are really convenient for me to write right now😭😭

Tw- Eddie wears one of your dress(I tried to make sure it was inclusive!!), pet names(baby), let me know if I missed something!!

When you’d gotten home from work to hear Lucille giggling before hearing Davie squeal you couldn’t imagine what they were doing.

You definitely didn’t think you’d find Eddie with one of your old dresses on.

“Eddie” you manage to get out between muffled laughs.

“Baby” he says and you can practically hear the smile in his voice, “you gotta protect me! The dragon it’s out to get me!” He runs over hopping off of Lucille’s bed to hide behind you, Davie who at this point was just over a year old, let’s out a little, “rawr!” As he makes his little hands look like claws.

“Me too!” Lucille giggles making a rawr sound as well.

You can’t help but pick Lucy up as she charges at you before peppering her face in kisses watching as Eddie does the same with Davie who takes his time standing up before he runs to his dad letting out different ‘dragon’ noises before giggling wildly as he gets tickled by Eddie’s curls that have fallen from his low bun.

The precious moment seems to make up for the fact that your dresses is probably ruined when you hear the zipper make a popping noise in the back from being stretch/pinned together.

Let me know if you guys want to see anything from dad!eddie because I really love this series but I don’t have many ideas😭😭

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[mandobatemans]

Hiiii! I loved your headcanon about Hassan finding out he’s going to be a dad again, so I was hoping if you could give us something more along those lines? Maybe a fic at the time of the birth and he’s just trying not to lose it but absolutely loses it? 🥺🥺🥺 idk i think my weakness is tall men holding smol babies and crying over how pretty their wife is 😭😭😭

Sheriff Hassan x f!Reader

warnings: vague descriptions of childbirth

word count: 778

“And you’ve done this before?” Hassan asked Sarah for the fifth time in the hour.

She had just finished taking your vitals, laughing off the father-to-be 's comment. “Yes, Sheriff. Plenty of times.”

“Leave her be, Hassan.” You smiled at your husband, reaching out your hand to him to reel him in from his relentless pacing. It was a small room and he was a large man, so he had covered the same few feet of floor so often you thought it may ruin the tile.

On top of his usual stress, Hassan hadn’t planned for his second child to be born on Crockett Island. He trusted Sarah as a doctor, as you had been going to her weekly to check in, but he was naturally a worrier, so you took the ferry to a mainland doctor once a month. He had expected to go to the mainland a week before your due date and get you settled in a hospital there, but his child had other plans.

Usually Hassan was the cool and collected one when faced with change, while you ran around frantically. Today, however, you had switched places: your husband pacing the room while you composedly adjusted yourself on the pillows Sarah had arranged on the small cot.

He approached the little bed and took your outreached hand in his, smiling down at you as you squeezed it in reassurance. “Hey, we’ll be okay.” You guided his large hand to your stomach, adding, “This little one is yours, remember? That means she has to be a little stubborn.”

Hassan rolled his eyes. “She's yours, too. That’s why she isn’t on time.” He grinned at his own joke, to which you replied with a playful smack on the arm.

“Sarah, I don’t want him in here anymore,” you teased. “I’m about to give birth to his child and he’s teasing me.” Hassan scoffed and reached down to give you a kiss. You groaned into his lips as a particularly painful contraction came.

Hassan peered over at Sarah, her nod confirming that the baby was coming now.

An hour of painful pushing, strangled curses, and your nails pressing into your husband’s palm later, your daughter was born. “Here she is!” Sarah exclaimed, handing you the messy newborn. She was precious, eyes shut and skin red from screaming. You had seen baby pictures of Ali, born with a full head of hair, and his little sister was born the very same way. Sarah had secured two clamps on the umbilical cord as you were admiring your daughter. “Sheriff?” She asked, handing Hassan the medical scissors. He looked at you for confirmation, which you, of course, gave with a nod. You studied your husband as he cut the cord, tears swelling in his eyes. A few rogue tears had made their way down his cheeks, pooling in his beard. He knelt beside the bed when he finished his task, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held his finger out for the baby to curl her little fist around. That did him in, the tears falling full force down his cheeks now. Yes, he had been present at Ali’s birth, but that seemed to him a lifetime ago. He was just as emotional then as he was now, with the baby curled into the warmth of your body. The raw emotion of the moment betrayed him and his tears kept flowing as he grinned at two of the three most important people in his life.

“Hold her, Hassan,” you urged, gently. You were transfixed by the pure joy in your husband’s face. You hadn’t seen him cry since your wedding, a small courthouse ceremony, or when you had blurted out that you were pregnant when he got home from the general store. Reaching up, you swept the tears from his face with your thumb before doing the same to your own face. You wanted to see this moment clearly.

He scooped the baby into his arms with ease, the muscle memory from caring for Ali as an infant returning to him. “Hi, honey,” he whispered, swaying back and forth. “Your mama and I are so excited to meet you.” The tears you had wiped away were replaced with fresh ones, but he couldn’t care less. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Sarah, who nodded.

“I’ll call Ali.” She smiled and left for the phone in the living room, closing the door behind her.

Hassan climbed into bed with you, an impressive feat considering the size of it, and smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder, the two of you staring adoringly at your bundle of joy.