#the curls are looking goooood

[landopics]

[mariiverse]

From Entertainment Weekly's SDCC youtube live

[goomens]

ok controversial opinion: mullet aziraphale <3

[screampied]

if requests are open, can we see nanami x breeding kink? i know he would be the perfect daddy 💕

❤︎ ໋𓈒 husband nanami finding out he has a breeding kink.

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, breeding kink, praise, soft dom nanami, mdni.

breeding.

he wouldn’t even know he had such a kink until afterwards, finishing inside of you for about the third time with hot puffs of air running from his lips.

his eyes, dark brown pools that intently stared into yours, he’s in utter love with you and only you. your current position was supine—your legs would be perfectly sprawled and spread for him. mating press, such a deep and thorough angle. so deep to where you were practically seeing stars.

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?” he’d huff out lowly between rough breaths. you stare at him with glossy eyes, a hand softly clinging onto his wrist. he was always so gentle, deep yet precise strokes to make you feel every inch. such eyebrows of his curl up and furrow as he intakes a single sharp breath, the feeling of such thick ropes spewing inside your walls makes him groan. “always s—so good at milking me.”

sloppy hips thwack and drill into you, and that’s when he leans right up close to you—you’re met with lust filled fawn eyes and a needy smile.

“ah. eyes up here, wanna see that pretty face,” and his tempo was so unhinged. you glance up at him and he mutters off a soft, “hi my love,” and you could have just melted right there. nanami lightly presses a hand against your tummy, a thumb swiftly tracing near the exact spot where he was reaching you inside. so full, you moan before he leans in to kiss you, yet instead, he conceals his own whine into the crook of your neck. “this—tummy would look so pretty if it was nice ‘n round for me like last time.”

the very corners of your lips tugs, it outlines into a sweet pout before you whimper, “make me fuller then, kento,” you’d heave out. he was jackhammering such merciless yet tenderly passionate thrusts into your cunt, effortlessly smacking back against you. “wanna f-feel fuller.”

you had the white bed sheets bawl into the palms of your hands. everything felt so warm, his hips just continued to rotate and jerk and jerk and jerk. it was hypnotic, he knew just where to prod the head of his cock right against you.

you’re nearly drooling. just imagining such lengthy ropes of his pump you full. you wanted it, no—you needed it. desperately, you were practically being fucked into the mattress—the mattress in question creaked and sang in such harmony it was hard not to ignore its sounds.

the entire feeling, you were clamping down on him so tight that his jaw tenses. a simple sight like that was oh so sexy in the slightest, nanami lightly bites down on his lip. a cute flushed expression slowly painting over his face once he catches you still staring. he was chasing his own breath, giving you slow yet perfect full vivacious thrusts.

“k-kento,” you’d moan with a slight gasp, he brings a hand to slide your arms all the way up. it’s almost teasing, the way he makes you hold your hands high, a soft simper rests against his lips the entire time. your legs quaver, feeling how easy it was for him to stretch you out. his touch, it was blisteringly hot, blisteringly tender.

he made sure to delicately trace his fingers all over your skin. he wouldn’t dare miss a spot. not with a body as perfect as yours. that’s what he saw in his eyes anyway. “so—so goooood, don’t s-stop baby.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he huffs out, and his voice was so raspy and rich. a subtle coarse of baritone hidden underneath his deep tone. you peer up at him and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “if my princess wants to feel more full, i’ll do just that. give her anything she wants.”

you whimper, feeling him hit such a sensitive angle, he hit it just right too.

the crown of his dick made its way through every crevice of your walls. he reached in spots that you didn’t think he’d reach — not at all, you failed to hide your moans by this point and he thought you sounded so cute. knowing he was the one to make you sound like this, feel this way, it made him happy. that’s all he wanted, your pleasure was his pleasure.

every. single. spot.

whilst your toes curled, you feel your back start to seemingly arch on its own before even more sweetened whimpers fly past your sheeny lips. “give m-me,” you started to speak. he raises a brow marginally, brushing a thumb against your lower lip before feeling himself about to bottom out. at that point, he was fully inside, you felt it and you only mewled out a candied, “give me another baby kento. please.”

“oh,” he softly murmurs, and his tongue playfully licks against your neck—a sweet lap, he savored your taste before teasingly starting to nibble.

“gonna give you triplets this time,” and he brings a hand down your chest, then towards your stomach, real slow. you moan once he gingerly lifts up your leg before giving your ankle a kiss. “this what you want, sweetheart? more of this? more of … me?”

“yes,” you pout, feeling your cunt just swallowing his hefty shack, his base smacks back and forth against you to where you’re almost giddy. you felt like you were on cloud nine, nanami’s strokes, his thrusts hell, his enticing rhythm had you nearly speechless. you let off a soft meek once the shivering cold metal of his watch band slithers against your skin.

the more he touched you, the more close you became to making yet another mess on him. of course, like the good husband he was, nanami would happily clean you up.

“y-yes, kento,” you repeat in a honeyed voice, by this point, your legs were well wrapped around his waist. fully having him in a secure lock, not ever thinking to let go, you couldn’t nor did you want to. he drove into your gummy walls so good that you let off the sugared most melodic moans right up against his earlobe. “want…..another baby.”

“i know you do,” he hushes, bringing a chaste kiss towards your collarbone. you swallow a thick imaginary lump that grew into your throat. only tiny squeaks would come out — you moaned, tightening your legs hold around him before you started to picture such fanciful things.

fanciful things like nanami pouring yet another a thick load into you, and as you’re deep in thought he’s doing just that. a gasp gets caught in his lips before he leans up close to you. his broad chest presses up against you before he groans. out of all the notorious enemies he’s had to fight, he was simply no match for your pussy. its grip had him being the one with his eyes nearly rolling back.

“f-fuck,” and you felt yourself throb, making direct eye contact with him. it was rare, yet hearing nanami swear was so infrequent.

it was the way he swore, spewing out such filthy words underneath his breath. long ruffled strands of messy hair nearly occluding his view of vision. he reaches to move some of his hair away from his face, just so he could get a good glimpse of you—a good glimpse of his wife.

“look at me,” he says in a soft tone, he was buried so deep within you, you saw how his muscles tensed and his jaw tightened. he made his hips come to a halt completely before he leans in to gift you with another kiss. “mwah,” he smooches near your jawline, “mwah,” near your chin, and a final kiss near your lips.

your heart, it fluttered.

nanami felt warm all over his body, as well as the sheer warmth that coated him from being inside you. “i—i love you,” you’d whine, feeling such massive velvet ropes of cum going all inside of you. he merely lets off a purr at the way the back of your heel skims down his back. “so much.”

“i love you,” he returns it. his mouth briefly opens, and he was about to say ‘more’ but he pauses. nanami’s weight was still hovering over you before he brings a same big hand down towards your tummy. “now, we wait. you’re such a good mommy for me, sweetheart.”

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pussy-drunk/cockdrunk, riding, squirting, oral, overstimulation, light pain kink cause you're too tight, mirror sex, mating press, full nelson, doggy, lotus, holding you in the air, overstimulation, praise, begging, cumming inside you, mind break, daddy/mama/princess/sweetheart/beautiful etc..., some hair pulling

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: geto, gojo, choso and toji (separate) “it’s too tight”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

You’re bent over the bathroom counter. Holding you off the ground by your hip. His thick, rough fingers dig into your hip's squishy crease. "Fuck Mama, you're so damn good. Can't enough of your tight sloppy cunt." He tightens his grasp on your hair, yanking your head back to make you look into the mirror.

Roughly pulling by your hip to meet Toji’s harsh, quick thrusts from behind. His fat balls slapping your clit. Mewling, “DADDY! RIGHT THERE! PLEASE!” Your eyes roll back, jaw-dropping into a perfect o with a loud moan. Reaching back, he lets your hair go, grabbing your wrist, trusting it behind your back. You're a toy for him to get off.

Clenching Toji's cock, you can feel the soft texture of his skin, the hardness of his cock, and every pulsing vein better than before. Toji tosses his head back, yanking you up by your hair to his broad chest. Lowering his leg from the counter, slamming you down on this thick cock to make you meet his thrust.

Toji groans, "You're too tight mama, you trying to milk my cock sweetheart? Trying to make me cum inside your beautiful, hot tight pussy." He groans, bouncing you faster on his cock. "If you keep squeezing my cock like that I won't be able to pull out." Curling your toes when the harsh force of the thrust makes your mind go blank from the intense pleasure.

Wrapping your arm around his neck, he grabs the back of your knees. Spreading your legs your soaking cunt looks so good taking Toji's pale, veiny cock. Begging Toji, “Stuff me full! Please Daddy, wanna feel your cock throb as you cum inside me. Want your warm, thick cum fucked deep into me!” Tilting your head back Toji leans down to give you a rough, sloppy short kiss.

Breaking the kiss, looking in the mirror. “Your sloppy cunt looks so good taking my cock mama. Such a beautiful clit, soft lips, and you’re so wet, dripping down my balls. Nnn mama I can’t get enough of you.” His praise goes straight to your sensitive, quivering cunt.

You can’t take your eyes off the sweet drunken look of pleasure on his handsome face. He groans, “You’re too tight mama, you feel so fuckin goooood. Need my cum that badly princess?”

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Laying down on Choso's hard, broad muscular chest. He's holding your legs apart by the back of your knees. Rutting his hips up, gliding his fat, veiny cock into your soaking cunt. Keeping his feet planted on your bed to help him keep a steady but quick pace.

His fat veiny cock spitting you open in such a position feels overwhelmingly pleasurable. "Daddy please, don't stop!" Mewling, begging for more despite your cunt squirting on his cock. Thick clear cum spraying onto your bed, drenching his balls you intend to drain of every last drop of cum.

You have long since given up thinking, too enraptured by the way his heavy cock feels inside of you. Evert stroke rubbing your g-spot making your toes curl. Choso grunts, "Princess you're too tight, I don't wanna stop. Nnng so fuckin' tight, wet, can't get enough." Rolling over, stuffing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips in the air.

Roughly fucking his cock into you, spreading your lips apart to watch your tight hole take his cock. "You're so beautiful my love. Your little cunt is going to make me cum quicker than I want to. When I want to take my time enjoying your squelching, tight cunt." He grabs your wrist, pinning them behind your back.

Pulling you back to meet his thrusts, lifting your face out of the pillow. "Please cum please please cum!" Your cunt is spasming around his cock from another rapidly building peak even though you just squirted on his cock.

Choso's thick, veiny cock, smooth deep moans, and quick, rough thrusts are too much for you to handle. "Do you think I'm stopping when I cum?" Reaching around, rubbing your clit. Your toes curl from the attention shown to your puffy, sensitive clit.

His cock jerks, twitching inside of you, his veins pulsing with the thick cum spurting from his cock. Stuffing his thick cream into your cunt with sloppy, rough, uneven thrusts. Pulling your head back, to give you a sloppy kiss.

The way he has your smaller body pinned beneath his massive, muscular one is intoxicating. Your slick dripping down your thighs as you cum again. You would never be able to make your cunt cum this many times.

How many times have you even cummed? You can't even think to count. All you can do is feel his massive cock splitting your soaking cunt open. Choso breaks the kiss to groan, "I don't think your tight cunt will let me pull out that easily. She's begging for more, I'll have to fuck her loose before I stop." Your cunt's squelching is as loud as your moans.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

His sleepy smile drops into a perfect o when you sink your hips down on Satoru's long, slightly thick, veiny cock. Clenching when his head rubs your g-spot. The sweet pleasure driving you to bounce faster.

Moaning, "I'm so proud of you for working so hard." His cheeks flush pink, a cocky smirk stretching across his face. He leans down, stopping shy of your lips. Leaving you waiting for a kiss.

Cupping his face, swiping your thumb slowly. He croons, "I know you are but fuck do I love hearing it." His gentle, passionate kiss gets rougher when he slips his tongue past your lips.

Settling into a steady rhythm, moaning into his mouth when he pinches your nipples, pulling till you cry. Gently rubbing them afterward to soothe the slight ache. You can feel every swipe in your clit.

Biting his lip making Satoru whine. Breaking away, admiring how pouty and pink his bottom lip looks, his beautiful, cocky, careless smile. Satoru loudly moans, "That's it you look so hot using my cock like it's a toy." The sound and his words go straight to your cunt.

Clenching his cock, rocking your hips faster, your clit rubbing the clean shaved skin above his cock. His words, "Sweetheart your cunt is getting so tight and sloppy." The way his cock feels gliding into your tight, sensitive cunt makes you lose all other thoughts.

"You're gonna make me cum if you don't stop." Purposefully clenching, sliding your hand into his fluffy hair tilting his head to the side. Gently biting his neck, sucking intending to leave several bright red marks on his pale skin.

Urging him, "Go ahead, bust inside my tight cunt. I fuck your cum deeper into me as I keep riding your overly sensitive cock. I wanna feel your cock throb as you cum." Groaning when you feel his cock's veins pulse seconds before his thick cum spurts into you. His warm cum gets you off but you want more.

Relentlessly riding his cock keeping him from going soft. Stuffing his warm cum deeper into your sensitive cunt. making Satoru squirm and moan, "Fuck! Fuckmefuck! You'retootight!" Pulling away from his neck, looking up into his beautiful face.

Swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. You croon, "You'll be able to handle it won't you?"

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Suguru is an addict when it comes to eating you out. The tangy taste of your cunt is his favorite flavor to replace the nasty bile aftertaste of swallowing a curse. Every time after a shift you'd spread your legs at his or your place for him to bury his face into.

No one could eat your cunt into a sensitive, sloppy mess the way Suguru does. To the point where you're a trembling, mewling mess, crying as hard as your cunt is drooling down Suguru's chin.

Pulling on Suguru's hair, his bun having long given up with the band abandoned somewhere on the bed. Mewling, "I've already cummed too much, I can't." Suguru doesn't stop pumping his tongue into your quivering, overly sensitive cunt.

He groans when you tug on his hair harder, not budging in the slightest. Squeezing your squishy thigh, rubbing your clit faster. Silently telling you everything without saying a word. Another loud hungry moan and your gushing.

Squirting thick clear cum into Suguru's mouth, trickling down his chin. He plays his hand on your navel, pinning you down to keep you from running away. Fucking your soaking wet cunt with his tongue, playing with your clit till your cunt stops spasming.

Moving his thumb to kiss your clit, sliding his fingers down your plush lip. He croons, "You're so good for me princess, knew you're beautiful cunt could squirt for me." Effortlessly picking you up, getting on the bed with you on his lap.

Holding you up by an arm around your waist lining his cock up. "You're going to cum one more time on my cock, let me feel how tight you get when you cream." Using some force to nudge his cock past your lips into your tight cunt.

Trembling from the intensely pleasurable burn of his too-thick cock spitting you open. You can't think to do anything more then whine, "Daddy as you feel his cock head going deep inside of you.

Loudly Suguru moans, "Sweetheart you're so tight! Too tight!" He takes a moment to pause, getting used to how tightly your soaking wet cunt is clenching him. Rocking your hips seeking the toe-curling friction that will make you cum

Watching beautiful expressions of pleasure take over his handsome face. "It's too much, I need more. Need to make your tiny, soft hole gap from my fat cock. Mm I need you to-don't stop! Nnnn!"

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[rubiehart]

Jj teaching inexperienced reader how to make themselves orgasm

do u know how much i love this request anon…

you’ve got two fingers stuffed into your weeping cunt, jj’s laying down next to you on his side, fingers wrapped around your wrist as he guides yours. he notices your pout as you look his way, and he nods with understanding.

“nah, you got it c’mon. curl ‘em up a little.” he motions with his own hand, you nod and curl your fingers up until you feel a squidgy pad, squeaking out in surprise and looking to jj for confirmation.

he chuckles and kisses your temple. “think you found it, babe.” and you smile a little. he nods for you to continue and you’re dumbfounded. “try bring ‘em in and out a little, let ‘em hit the spot.” you do so and your head instantly drops back against the pillows, widening your legs subconsciously.

“yeahh, goooood girl.” he praises lowly as he reaches over to rub tight little circles on your clit. “you got it lil mama.” as you whimper, your movements slowing down a little.

“cum for me baby, i got you.” you whine out loudly as you clench around your own fingers, milky white spilling over your hand as you pant into jj’s shoulder, his movements on your clit slow but don’t stop as he rides out your high for you, figuring you couldn’t do it yourself in your dazed state.

“did that feel good?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction as you nod, soft smile on your face as he smirks, pouncing on you and rolling himself on top as you giggle. “‘imma make you feel ‘real good now, so proud ‘o you mama.” whilst littering kisses all over your neck.

[onelittlespiral]

How about a jock twinning tf?👀

Looking alike, talking alike, then thinking alike

FML: Match

He never really stood a chance. The moment he walked into our new apartment together his days were numbered. No guy, and I mean no guy, can resist me for long. How could they, when it just feels so good to be me. He tried though. That first week he was a real prick. He would complain about my stuff everywhere, scoff at my friends, and try to cover up my scent. But 24/7 with me around starts to have an effect. I caught him picking up my stuff and stealing a quick sniff before throwing it in my room. The candles sat abandoned in his room. A pair of my boxers went missing. I finally caught him on week three. He was sitting, zoned out in the living room. It’s always so cute the first time they try to embrace it. Sprawled out on the floor, my boxers loose around his legs, hat backwards on his head. He already had a little beard going.

He didn’t even bother getting up when I came in. He was lost in the scent of me, and his body was trying everything to become what it was not.

“Get up!” His body came to as he snapped to attention. He tried making excuses, his face was a mix of confusion and horror at what he was wearing.

“I am so sorry, I have no idea… what’s happening? What are you doing to me?!?”

“I’m just living it up bro, you’re the one sitting in my underwear. You trying to be all of this?” I flexed my biceps in front of him, watching his body begin to pulsate. “Just flex bro. Let it out, let me out.” His arms curled and posed, copying my form. His forearms exploded with muscle, as he began to shout:

“No, please, let me go.”

“You can leave at any time, you just have to want to.” I struck another pose, popping my pecs and flexing my abs. He moved in unison with me, his stomach sucking in as abs pushed out. Pecs punched out of his chest with force as his torso stretched to copy mine.

“Please… I don’t want this. Why- how are you doing this?”

“It’s easy little bro,” I sat into a deep squat. His eyes rolled back in his head as his lower body erupted. Muscle tore through him, filling out calfs, thighs, and ass all at once. “I’m what every guys wants, what everyone craves to be. My scent, my hormones, my whole aura has been filling you for weeks. I’ve been inside. You’ve just got to let me out. Now,” I stood back up, his body parodying along like a puppet. His body was ready, even when his mind was not, “FLEX.” I hit a double-bicep pose.

“Ah…AuGH-AHHHGAUH!”

I was let loose from inside him.

It was like looking in a mirror. Fuck, I’m a stud. He was spacing out:

“Bro… no, fuck. Why, why do I sound like that?”

“You’re getting the full package little bro. You are going to look, sound, smell, think, and fuck just like me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He shuddered in response. Immediately his cock began swelling, snaking down his leg. His mind was saying no but his body was saying yes. By now his balls were pumping him full of my hormones, invading his mind and filling him with my horny thoughts. Hands gripped his cock as he began jerking off in front of me, speeding up his transformation. Drool dripped from his open mouth and rolled down his chest.

“No, please. Why-why does it… feel…so…goooood? Hu-ungh-uhhhHHHh…”

He was riding the waves of pleasure as they engulfed his brain. He never stood a chance against me, but it was still so hot to watch him submit to his fate. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and slowly I watched the lights go out upstairs. He was just like me now. No, better. He was me now. It was time. I walked up and pulled his hands from his cock, and replaced them with mine. I furiously began jacking him off as his brain short circuited and he just writhed in pleasure.

“Ha-hahu-ugh-huhuhuhuuuu-uHH-“

I leaned in, and planted one kiss on his sweaty brow and commanded:

“Now CUM.”

Instantly he let loose, hitting the back wall. It covered my hands, just adding to the lubrication as I finished him off. Rope after rope flew across the room, until he was shooting blanks still thrusting against my hands. He slowly slumped to the floor

“How you feeling bro?” I asked him

“Huuuuuuh…fuck bro I’m spent. You’re a god. How do you manage to get that much out of me every time?”

I chucked a bit. “I know all the right buttons to push bro. I just do what I would do to me.”

“God, I’m not gonna be horny for a week”

“Pfft, knowing you? I give it an hour.”

“God we’re so hot bro…”

The comment caught me a bit off guard. Did he… no. There wasn’t any part of him left that would know what just happened to him. I leaned in and gave my new doppelgänger a kiss:

“Yeah we are, bruh.”

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING DIFFERENT !!! OSCAR P. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oscar piastri wasn’t usually like this, but she was so lost in her feeling that all she could do was listen to him.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, mean dom!oscar (heavy on dom), fingering, brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, short smut because i just wrote this lol

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it was as if she had lost her lungs from writhing and whining. 

her legs violently shook as she came for the fifth time tonight, her eyes glistening with overwhelming pleasure and her mouth letting out nothing but a silent whine. her body was on fire from the endless orgasms she had gotten through the night.

yet oscar piastri kneeled in front of her with his thick cock still stiff as ever, his chest rising as his head beaded with sweat. he looked at her as if he hadn’t just fucked her brain out for ages. 

he wasn’t usually like this. he looked like a man on a mission— a mission to give his girlfriend endless orgasms until she’s unable to walk for a whole month. he just came home from a long double header and here he was now— waiting for her to calm a little bit before his fingers started to touch her glistening cunt again.

he watched her cunt clench around nothing, licking his lips when her cum dripped down to her puckered hole. his fingers slowly pressed and rubbed on her clit, eliciting a mumble of, “too much, ‘scar,” from his partner as he shushed her softly. 

he wasn’t like this. he would’ve allowed himself to cum after she’d cum all over his mouth and fingers— now he expected her to cum all over his cock repeatedly and have her beg for it. 

he wasn’t this demanding either. if anybody would dare ask what the fuck happened to the quiet and polite oscar, his girlfriend would answer with a shrug… should she come back from her high by then. 

“gonna fuck you more, baby,” he murmured, his fingers traced on her lips before sliding two fingers inside her cunt. 

she squealed, “o- oh! fuck!” pressure built up in her lower stomach as oscar’s fingers curled up against her sensitive spot. 

“oscar, ‘s too much, too- hah! fuck! ‘s too much!” her legs began to kick away from him, but his other hand had pushed her down to where she was and his fingers relently fucked her cunt. 

“you got one more,” he muttered and looked at her firmly, “stay still.”

“os- it’s too much! please!” she pleaded. she didn’t even know what the fuck she was pleading for. all she knew was that her body was desperately writhing under his touch and her cunt was throbbing around his fingers. 

he tsked, “you have more in you, baby. don’t lie to me.”

“‘m not,” she sobbed, her voice jumping an octave as she cried out, “fuck— i’m cumming again, fuck fuck! shit~”

he crooned, “see? you’re a good girl f’me aren’t you?”

“fuuuuck~ oscar, please,” her eyes were shut tightly as she begged, “i’m gonna— oh my goooood~ can i-“

“can you what, princess?” oscar’s face feigned innocence, yet his thoughts were nothing but sinful as he smirked and fucked her. “tell me. can you what?” 

“can i- i-“ she was running out of words, eyes were letting go of her tears. 

she wasn’t sure if she hated this version of oscar or not. because oscar trusted her enough to show this side of him— the more assertive and dominant one. she loved him, really. 

but god was she so fucking frustrated that he wouldn’t finish her thought process already. he wouldn’t just tell her immediately to cum before she could even say it. he was fucking her relentlessly with his fingers and he was still expecting her to answer. 

she whined, uttering incoherent words as oscar tutted and demanded quietly, “i can’t read minds, baby. tell me what you want.” 

yet she let nothing out, whining and shaking against his touch.

then… nothing. 

she almost cried when the pressure in her stomach faded away immediately, her eyes opening quickly as he looked at her with sheer disappointment in his face. 

she babbled, “b- but-“ 

“you weren’t listening, baby,” he laughed mockingly, pressing a sweet kiss that contrasted with his cruel words, “i told you. if you can’t tell me what you want i’m not gonna give it.” 

“os-“ her lips formed a deep pout as oscar scoffed. she was just so fucked out— she couldn’t find herself to even argue. 

“you should’ve tried harder, princess,” he murmured, “i would've let you cum again. and again. and again.” 

“but you didn’t listen,” he tutted again and clicked his tongue. “you’re so spoiled that you thought you could easily get things that you want without telling me, hm?” 

“‘s a good thing ‘m here,” oscar pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock prodding at her wet cunt. 

she whimpered at the feeling, wriggling against him before his hand slapped the side of her thigh. the impact left her moaning as he muttered, “you better start asking sweetheart— or else ‘m gonna have to fuck the word ‘please’ out of you.” 

so much for a quiet, polite man. 

he was so different that she wasn’t sure if she had the answer for the sudden change, either. all she knew was that she needed to behave and be vocal if she wanted to cum on his cock. 

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[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 12th

anakin skywalker x sex pollen

he thought maybe you were drunk, from the way you were rambling at him, slurring at him, pawing at him. his eyes moved faster than his ears, taking in the way your smaller hands grasped his wrists, your eyes pink and hazy with barely anything but pupil on display. you were tearful, warm to the touch, bottom lip wet and swollen. his eyes linger a moment too long.

his ears catch up, and you’re begging in a tone he hasn’t heard leave you before. your voice is whining, broken, pathetic almost.

“please it—t’was an accident ani b-but I need you, need your help n’need to just— need to feel better!” you’re practically crying, attempting to drag him further into the apartment where he stands rooted in the hallway, having flown over to your home when you’d called him. he places a warm hand on your cheek hoping to soothe you, but it seems that any touch from him only made you more frantic.

“shh, hey — listen. you’re gonna have to slow down. tell me what’s going on?” his brows are furrowed, expression serious and protective and it nearly makes your knees buckle. you swallow, trying hard to concentrate and breathe to get your thoughts in order.

“was at the market on the lower levels, n’i know you told me not to go there ani b-but—” you whimper and he nods, urging you to go on. “but they were selling these plants, and the pollen was just blowing everywhere and — and it made me feel funny — and now i’m home and i— i need you, i need you to fuck me.” the last part is punctuated by you grabbing at the collar of his robes, staring up at him with so much desperation it was hard to say anything but yes.

he sighs, oddly calm as he runs a hand over his face, nodding in understanding. every little mannerism he performed was painfully more attractive than usual, leaving you standing before him shivering and whimpering over nothing, clenching your thighs together.

“told you to be careful baby, look at the state you’re in.” he sighs, guiding you by your lower back into the bedroom. he has you sit on the edge of your bed, his touch so gentle in comparison to what he really wanted to do to you. “lay back, show me the problem sweetheart.”

he’d helped push your dress up to your stomach and peeled your underwear off, in disbelief at the mess before him. you’re crying now, clenching around nothing as you spread your legs, snitching on the copious amounts of slick coating your lips and inner thighs. your hands grip your own thighs holding them apart as you tremble, sniffling sadly. he settles down on the bed beside you, trying to stay calm to not work you up. “alright baby, there you go.” he sedates you quietly with rubbing your clit with his thumb, the sensitivity making you mewl and tremor like you were already seconds away from cumming.

“got it bad, don’t you sweet girl? i’m sorry i wasn’t there.” he scoffs, but not in a mocking way— moreso in a kind and slightly guilty way, his tone apologetic yet lighthearted in a way that only anakin could pull off. “oh, i know.” he pouts when you cry.

he stuffs two long fingers into your hole, curling them up against your soft spot exactly when you need him. he’s skipping all the teasing today, knowing his girl needs him to give her what she wants. he usually works you open with one finger and then adds the other, but it appears the plant induced frenzy you were in had inspired your very own pollen between your legs, making it easy for his thick fingers to slip right in.

“what would you do without me coming to look after you like this, hm? taking time out of my busy jedi schedule to finger fuck my girl when she gets herself wound up. goooood girl.” he praises when you go limp for a while, brain seeming to be on another planet as you let the pleasure possess you, being able to think of nothing but his fingers.

but soon, it wasn’t enough — and when you reach out to paw at his crotch, muttering “s’not enough, need more.” like a crazy person, you’re not surprised to find him already fully hard beneath your palm, ready to give you what you need.

“you’re lucky us jedi have such good stamina,” he smirks after pulling out his thick cock and sitting on his feet on the bed, suddenly manhandling your ass to rest on his thighs, prodding your entrance with his fat pink mushroom tip. “i have a feeling i might need it tonight.” he’s grinning now in that classic charming anakin skywalker way, sinking his length into you completely.

requested tag ! : @hanasnx @jellydodger

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #8: unburnt!Vader is attracted to a Jedi

The first time you saw Darth Vader in person, you were pleasantly surprised: you thought he would be this disfigured shell of a man that couldn't tell right from wrong, just another Sith with a mangled and scarred face.

But, oh, my God, was he the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.

From his sharp jawline to his slightly upturned nose to his cheekbones that seemed to be carved in marble, even the scar over his eye was attractive. And his eyes, his tantalising crystal blues had this intensity to them, this determination. It made your knees wobble for a split second, and it distracted you enough to almost get you shot.

From then on, at every battlefield you and him exchanged innocent glances that soon turned into eye-fucking, and at some point you began engaging in lightsaber duels. The tension was so palpable, it could be cut with a knife.

Now you were nervous, to say the least. The first time you and your troops would be engaging in combat on the Death Star, Vader's official station. You didn't want to fail the Rebellion, and you trusted that the ambition and importance of the undertaking would help you fight more efficiently.

The battle didn't go at all how you expected it to.

"Ahh, fuck, angel..." Vader groaned, relentlessly pounding you from behind. Your cheek was smushed against the wall, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth with every mewl, and your breasts were pressed flush into the cold surface of the wall. His scent was rubbing off all over you, almost as if he wanted to mark his territory, his broad shoulders swallowed your smaller figure as his embrace engulfed you entirely, each snap of his hips made the metal shelves of the closet room creak and stutter with the sheer force of his movements.

"Vader..." you sobbed, one hand gripping the shelf to keep you grounded to reality while the other rested against the wall for stability. It felt like each time he pulled out, he dragged out your whole spine with him.

"Listen to you, moaning my name like a bitch in heat. Bet you want everyone hearing who's fucking you, huh?" He grinned, pawing at your breasts through your robes. The way his armour brushed against your back made you shiver, the feeling of his large frame turning you on more, if that was even possible. "Only a whore like you could have left her own troops alone just to get fucked good. I mean, how do they even take you seriously?"

You let out a loud cry at the words, whimpering and babbling his name. "Shh, quiet down for me, angel. Don't want anyone to see what belongs to you, do you?" You could only manage to shake your head, your brain could barely compose a coherent thought. He was fucking you too good.

"Good fucking girl..." he groaned, soft growls rumbling deep within his throat as his hips slapped harder against your ass.

"Vader... I- I'm close..." you stuttered. In a swift movement, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, pushing your back against the wall as he shoved his cock in your entrance once again and slammed into you impossibly harder, making you inhale sharply and bite your fist to keep from screaming.

He grabbed your jaw with a surprisingly gentle grip, "Look at me, baby girl. I want you to look me in the eyes while you cum."

You gazed into his icy blues, a passionate sparkle to them as he stared back into your own eyes, and you felt your climax growing closer by the second. He brought his hand down to circle your clit and toyed with the wet folds, the pad of his thumb prodding at your sensitive pearl.

The overstimulation made you sob as the coil in your lower stomach finally snapped, making you cling to his shoulders as your hips curled repeatedly. "That's it, goooood girl..." Vader drawled, a guttural groan escaping his lips as your warmth flooded all around him. His thrusts grew sloppier and his cock throbbed inside you, indicating he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck- angel, you're gonna make me cum..." his voice cracked as his breathing picked up.

With a last particularly knee-weakening plunge, he threw his head back and groaned, this time slightly higher in pitch, and his aggressive bucking mellowed into soft strokes as he gritted his teeth in pure bliss while he rode out his high.

Vader sighed and slumped into you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as his chest heaved with passion and intensity. "That was... fucking... amazing..." he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. "My perfect girl..."

[teddybeartoji]

mickeyyyyy *smiles too wide* i would love to hear ur thoughts about snow leopard hybrid!gojo if ur up for it,,,the words themselves just itched something in my brain

MOSS<333333333 i love ur smile btw I AM KINDA NEW TO HYBRIDS OKAY BUT THIS ONE IS JUST SOOOOOOO MMMMMMM also wait here is the twt art that made me lose it (everybody say thank u logan we love u logan for showing it to me) AAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SOOO FUCKING GOOOOOD HE LOOKS SOSO PERFCECT it suits him so well my brain is all mushy already

geto locking him out bc he purred too loudly fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk he's so cute i want him. like he'd be sooooo clingy right?????? always trying to settle down in your lap always trying to get you to pet him to scratch his ears and he ALWAYSSS PURRS SOOOO LOUDLYY although i would never lock him out sugu is weak for that smh... i think he'd kind of like it when you played with his tail too?? usually felines don't like that too much but since it's you - he loves that shit. he likes to twirl it around your arm and his eyes go so big whenever that makes you laugh GOOD GODDDDDDDD look this is a full on ramble i hope something makes sense too i'm sorry for that i just🥴🥴🥴

oh my god he probably waits for you by the door when you come home, biting down on his tail just like in the picture?????? i'm kinda torn between whether he'd be good while you're gone or would he act up bc i mean it's satoru. the ultimate brat. so maybe he does scratch the couch a little or something? to show how upset he is over you leaving him at home:(((( you can't stay mad either bc c'mon look at him:((((((((((((((((((((((( god i wanna pet him sm

he probably likes to take care of you in his own way too right? like groom you? is that the word? he'd want to lick you, clean you, make sure you're all relaxed and feeling good after a long day. he's such a good boy:(((( he loves you:((((((((

oh and obviously he's super fucking clingy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean that's canon for him anyway but now even more. he always wants to drape himself in your lap, his tail curling around you like i said before too. please scratch his ears please please please:((( when you're trying to cook he's glued to your side, nuzzling into your skin - whether it's into your neck or just your back, he just wants to be close to you:(((

he also likes to nip at your skin!!!! there have been a few times where he bites down just a tad bit too hard and it drew blood but it was an accident!!!! he never wants to hurt you he felt so bad after that:(( went at sat in the corner with his tail between his legs:(((((( but you of course forgive him and coax him back to you with some belly rubs

after that he learned how to be more gentle, though. so now he often just fakes biting you just to hear you laugh or playfully scold him. when he does sink his teeth in - maybe your arm or your thigh; he always keeps eye-contact.

when you're just lazing around - reading a book, playing a video game - he's always next to you. always. maybe every once in a while he decides to take a nap, belly up, paws kind of folded and oh, he looks adorable like that. he's just a big kitty okay. btw he's always touching you. clingyclingyclingy. even when he's sleeping, he has to be touching you in some way.

SUGGESTIVE! gets upset when you come home and you have other smells on you. especially other mens' smells. maybe your co-worker hugged you goodbye or something and now his cologne sticks to your skin and satoru can't have that. he's just immediately pawing at you - begging for your attention and when you grant him that, he's jumping on you, pushing you down and licking over whereever the stench is. after he deems you clean, he just rubs himself against you - his way of marking you. you don't know that though... you just think he really missed you...... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

can hybrids go into heat............................? LOOK I'M NEW HERE OKAY I NEED TO LEARN. if they do.............. if he does............ oh boy... you need to get something to surpress those bc he will lose it. he's humping your bed, he's humping your pillow, he's sniffing your clothes. your underwear. sometimes he's pawing at your dresser, looking for more clothes but mostly his target is the dirty laundry basket....................................... everything goes when you're out....... he's gonna make a big big mess..............................................🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 ok i think i need to stop myself here otherwise i'll really lose it........................

moss i need to hear your thoughts on this. NEEEED TO HEAR THEM. DESPERATELY NEED TO. if u know about hybrids u can teach me. i'm..... in it now......................... heheheheheh this was so fun i'm sorry it took a min love but yeah i can't wait to hear your ideas aaaaaaaaaa I LOVE YOIUUUU I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY MY BELOVED<3333

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Omg i dreamt that a random being came to me at night when I was in bed and started fooling around with my body. I kept my eyes closed because I was scared, but he was pretty good at it so I got horny and into it.

He started fucking me slowly but deep, with a long, smooth not too thick cock, and it was goooood. I started groping his body, because duh, and it kept changing between forms- from a super buff guy to something less human and more gelatinous??

Then he switched from my pussy to my ass, and to help the transition, some kind of soft and wet protrusion was rubbing my clit a lot like a tongue would, then he stayed in his buff form to fuck me like that. Omg it was amazing. He also asked me to look at him. Since he was staying in his muscley man mood, i looked and wasn’t quite sure what i was looking at, other than a buff dusty dark purple skinned monster. Whatever counted as a mouth came down and latched to my right nipple, sending me into overwhelming pleasure that i was simultaneously trying to escape and have more of.

I only wish i was able to stay in the dream longer to come. Alas, I woke up before that could happen. In any case, i kinda like to think thats how fucking a gentle sukuna would be like, except sukuna would have a thick monster cock obviously, and probably two of them.

Oh i just remembered! I was begging the monster to change his form to have two cocks! Imagine that, a cock for each hole, sukunas tummy tongue to play with your clit and grind on, and him trying to suck your soul out of your tit.

For some reason i felt like i had to share this with you.

I am so glad you shared this with me my bby! My first JJK ask I could cry!!

Here’s some very gentle Sukuna for you ❤️

He doesn’t come to you often, the king of curses, yet most nights you find yourself waiting for him.

Not a soul knows about your strange guest. Every shared breath is trapped between you and him in a silent lovers promise. The people in your village would be frightened, and admittedly you thought it was a sign of an impending apocalypse when you first saw him, stood at the end of your sleeping pad. Impossibly tall, four arms muscle bound and ringed with the blackest ink, his red eyes had gazed at you through the velvet darkness, seeking and searching for something unknown.

He smelt of death wrapped in a smile, cinders and ashes against the heaviest amber. Intoxicating, it made your head swim, all thoughts muddied and confused like the banks of a river after heavy rains. Perhaps that was part of his strange charm, the heady drunkenness you feel in his presence, enough arrogance to drown in and a wide mouth that curls across pointed, sharp teeth.

Still, the power he holds over you, over the lands your people farm daily, is enough to encourage you to spread your thighs for him. To give the monster softness, somewhere gentle to rest for a few hours before he disappears into the mists again. You would be lying if you said it was just that through. He’s insatiable, hungry and brimming with furious need, but beyond that there’s a curious softness displayed only to you and no other. For you are chosen, special above all humans. Marked in a way that leaves no room for argument.

Dreamlike, the low moon paints everything in a blue cast, cool and dappled through the thin walls of your room. The nights are drawing in, a chill settling over the forests and mountains surrounding the small place you know as home. Your breath is steady, a little tug of the sheets to cover your shoulder. Then you hear it, the creak of the wood under his heavy feet, a scent of smoke clinging to the midnight air.

Sitting up, you’re confronted by the full breadth of him, chest rising and falling rapidly with the promise of what’s to come. He tilts his head, cat like. Those duplicate crimson eyes blinking lazily at you, dark lashes fanned under them.

Quietly you shrink from under the soft cotton, inviting him closer without needing to speak. His nose twitches as he inhales, a smile curving across his broad mouth until his sharp teeth snare his bottom lip.

“So eager. Did you miss me?” Voice a low rumble, thunder purring beneath the surface of it, Sukuna regards you. There’s something burning in his face, a hunger that he’s never able to satisfy when it comes to you, so pliant and weak in his wide palms and under the bite of his canines.

Your response is a nod, shy and timid as it’s been months since you last welcomed him into your bed. The jet coloured markings across his body seem to grow darker, framing a jawline cut like glass. He lets out a low purr, padding towards your mattress while his stare narrows, taking in the flesh ripe for him, your body the only altar that’s ever seen a being like Sukuna sink to his knees. Your mouth meets his, hot and heavy, never the gentle soft kisses you expect from a moonlit visitor. His tongue flicks against yours almost at once, so greedy, wholly devoid of propriety or valour.

Sukuna pins your body beneath his vast one, lower arms making short work of your night clothes as he dominates your lips, sucking until they tingle and bruise under him. His upper hands find purchase in your hair, tugging your face closer still roughly, winding against your scalp until you let out a whine of protest.

When your eyes flutter open he’s watching you, both pairs zeroed in on your expression, as his broad lower palms grip the meat of your hips.

“Don’t be rough.” You whisper. It’s a strange feeling, understanding that no other could ever demand a thing from him without receiving instant death in result. He’s still holding your locks tightly, forcing your throat close to his grinning mouth. Sukuna doesn’t look angry, instead he seems faintly surprised, probably because the nature of your relationship has been mainly carnal as opposed to intellectual.

“I know no other way.”

His voice is husky, strained even. So carefully you run your own fingers across shoulders bound by ridged strength. He purrs again, this time lower and far more gentle.

You jump slightly as a droplet of saliva hits your stomach, threading its way along the skin of your navel. The mouth on his torso matches his grin, the huge tongue lolling and seeking out the hot scent of your tight cunt. Wantonly you angle your hips up to meet it, allowing it purchase on your mound until the wetness trickles lower and you whimper at the feeling.

Sukuna lets out a noise of fierce approval, rearing up to slot your pussy against his torso, watching the way his tongue immediately dives into the heat of your core, the thick muscle lathing unforgiving strokes along your seams.

“Fuck!” He exhales, lowered eyes closing briefly with ecstasy, pale pink hair bleached white in the low light. “My little human whore did miss me then.”

Always darkly possessive, Sukuna’s thick fingers bite harshly into your thighs, spreading you wide as his lower mouth traces circles on your clit. Gasping, you grip his forearms, feeling the tendons bunch and release beneath his skin. Lights start to pop under your eyes, knees shaking so violently it makes him laugh. A vicious chuckle without any shred of sympathy. Without warning his upper set of hands find your throat, tugging you upwards and into the safe embrace of his lower limbs. You moan at that, wrenched away from the pulse of his broad tongue, the spit mixing with your slick is so viscous it drenches the mat beneath you.

Sukuna lets a tsk out at your moans. Clicking his teeth as you struggle to collect yourself, so close and yet so far from the sweet release you’ve craved.

“On my cocks, or not at all.” Face to face his whirling stare glimmers, lids heavy with the need to sink inside you.

He spits onto one palm, wrapping an arm around you and probing your tight, puckered hole. Massaging and rubbing until he can slip one thick finger in and then two. Vaguely you realise he’s showing kindness in his own way, lessening the intensity of having to take one of his shafts without any preparation.

You can feel them, heavy and dripping with creamy pre-spend as they rest between your legs. Sukuna draws you up closer to him, binding your arms tight to your sides and sliding his cocks between your thighs, coating himself in wetness until a rasping groan leaves the back of his throat.

“So fucking drenched.” Briefly his tattooed forehead rests against yours, like he’s struggling to master himself. Then with no warning, he’s breaching your body, cocks probing and parting your sticky flesh until you almost feel them in your throat. It’s almost too much, you’re so full of him, his scent clinging to your skin and filling your nose like incense. You push backwards against his chest, asking for patience, for some distraction from the burning stretch of him.

“Shhh.” His mouth finds the shell of your ear, warm air making you shiver as he opens you up for himself. That vast mouth on his stomach finds your clit again and you keen, sympathetically rolling your hips as you seek the right amount of pressure to bring yourself down from the ledge of overstimulation. It doesn’t take long for you to grow bolder, digging your nails into his marked back, begging for a movement on his side that will send you tipping off the precipice of perfection.

“Beg me.” His coarse, deep voice sounds far away as he starts to meet your feeble thrusts with the power of his own hips. “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Pp-lease!” You stammer without pausing to think. “Please my lord!”

Sukuna groans into your hair, lower arms still holding you tightly while his weighty palm contracts around your throat. He’s fucking you now without holding back, sinking deep until you drench his balls, the tongue beneath his mouth moving ceaselessly.

“Milk my cocks then, remind me how a human whore does it! Now!”

The command of his voice is final, your body is well trained to it. You cum hard, shattering around him as you choke out a cry, voice box pressed hard under his fingers. He doesn’t let up in his rhythm, but you feel him throbbing inside you, both cocks pulsing as you constrict. The pain of his bite to your neck only fuels the fire, and you lose count of how long he’s been buried within your cunt and ass, filling you to the brim with his potent seed.

When morning comes, he’s gone again. Only leaving the lingering smell of charcoal on your sheets.

Maybe you dreamt it, but you’re sure you felt someone pressing sweet kisses over your collarbone in the early haze of morning. When you wake you’re tucked up tightly, like he’s made sure to protect you from the cold even in his absence. A dainty, blood red flower sits on your pillow, leaves vibrant against the snow white linen.

Perhaps not such a monster after all.

He’s a big softy.

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Wedding Hells

Abby was happy she finally managed to convince her best friend Lindsay to not marry her fiancé James. Abby had learned that James was secretly the head of the crime family in town and was involved in every dirty deal going.

As happy as Abby was, James was pissed. When Abby came over to pick up some of Lindsay’s belongings he made she sure she knew.

“Well if it isn’t the do gooder little friend who tricked my fiancé into leaving me. I hope you’re proud.” He said with venom.

“Tricked her? I told her the truth of who you really are you creep and soon I’m going to tell everyone as well. Your days not behind bars are numbered.” Abby said straight to his face expecting to see him bubble up with rage but instead he broke into a smile.

“You have a fire and strength in you I had noticed before. You’ll do just am fine as my wife instead.” He said walking over to Lindsay’s never worn dress.

“You’ve lost it now, good luck with your life, or should I say you’re 25 to life.” She said turning on her heel. However within a feel feet she felt the white fabric of the wedding dress draped over her head. Within seconds it seemed to come alive and squeeze down her body.

“What... the... hell...” Abby said trying to rip it off her but found it was too tight.

“You see Lindsay never knew about who I really was but she was going to be my second in command in my growing criminal empire. I had big expansion plans but needed someone I knew would be loyal and ruthless. That’s where this magic dress came in.” James said matter of factly as Abby continued to struggle.

The dress had started to push off her clothes and toss them aside as it enveloped her body and sealed her in. She was quickly dressed as a bride to be but that’s when the real changes began.

The dress constricted her stomach making it hard to breath for a second. However Abby soon felt her belly shrink to match the tight waist of the dress. It actually felt good.

“Oh what are you doing to me you bastard! It feels... it feels... so goooood.” She moaned as her chest heaved outward as two massive tits grew outward from her modest pair.

“You don’t think I became kingpin without the help of the dark arts do you? Soon you’ll understand. When you become the Queenpin.” James said laughing.

Abby should of been furious with him but for some reason she was more turned on then ever before. The word Queenpin making her wet everything she thought it.

“Oh fuck I hate you James you big dick fuck! Once I’m free of this I’m going to fuck your brains out! Wait noooo! I don’t want that! I neeeeed that. No this is wrong!” She said moaning again as her conflicted emotions fought each other.

“You’re right, this is wrong but doesn’t it feel so good to be bad? No more morals, no more caring what anyone thinks? Just taking what you deserve, which is everything! Embrace it Abby, embrace being a bitch!” He said, tempting her.

Abby’s body continued to change as her mind was at war with itself. Her skin took on a healthy tan, sexy makeup was applied generously to her face. Her hair became thick, long and luxurious.

If there hadn’t been a mirror nearby that day, she might have saved her soul. As her eyes made contact with her reflection she found herself drawn into the cold, permanent bitch faced, goddess that was staring back. James was right, she thought, why should she not have everything she ever wanted? A beauty like her deserved the world and if wasn’t going to be given it she would need to take it.

As the good parts of her psyche were replaced by her new meaner, more cutthroat persona her struggling ceased. Her posture straighten into a classical pose and all resistance faded. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she eyed James not with disgust any longer but with desire.

“Abby? That’s such a childish name. It’s Abigail from now on. Do I look like some immature child?” She said arching herself against a wall so she could shove out her butt. James mouth was agape.

“Sweetheart you’ll catch flies looking like that, how about you come over here and use it on more expensive tastes?” She said with a purr dripping in lust. James didn’t waste any time as he quickly grabbed her and kissed her deeply. Abigail moaned softly as he did, loving how he tasted. Lindsay had always said he was a good lover and now she was about to find out.

Removing the dress, Abigail found herself in some sexy white lingerie, a by product of the magic dress. She pushed James onto the nearby bed and posed sexily for him.

“When we fuck darling, I don’t want to hear Abby, or Abigail come from that mouth of yours. I want to hear only Queenpin, understand?” Abigail said authoritatively, making James get harder.

“Of course… Queenpin.” Her growled making her as wet as he was hard. Strutting over to him she took out his impressive cock and lowered her tight pussy on top.

“Mmmm a perfect fit… Kingpin.” She purred as she started to rise up and down.

The next few hours were a blur of sexual juices, screaming and grunting. By the time they were done Abigail had forgotten ever being Abby. In her mind she had always been Abigail, a tough and brutal but also outrageously beautiful crime boss.

James had planned on telling his men to fall in line and treat her like a boss too but she slipped into the role so easily that they were too scared to disobey her. Within a week she had doubled James’ profits with her ruthless ways. While James was a perfectly cruel and calculating leader, Abigail was literally created to be bad. She was the model of evil.

However not everyone was as impressed as James, namely his ex-fiancée and Abby’s old best friend, Lindsay. She confronted Abigail one day on the street and pleaded with her to tell her what had been done to her but Abigail just looked at her coldly.

“Do I know you? Regardless no one speaks to me like that, I am Queenpin of this city and I could have you disappeared like that.” She said snapping her fingers. When she did, her two burly bodyguards seized Lindsay and threw her into the trunk of Abigail’s luxury tow car.

Sliding in Abigail smirked as she heard the muffled banging of Lindsay.

“It’s no use dear, even if anyone heard you they’re all too afraid to say anything. You don’t have that fear but you will soon. Once I break you you’ll be employed indefinitely as my new live in maid and sex slave. You’re exactly what I need to help me prepare for my upcoming wedding.” Abigail said callously as she put on her designer sunglasses and her driver headed towards her mansion.

THE END

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Together | John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

It was Soap’s fault that you were detained–that you were stuck like this. A crazed test subject, alone in a cell. But it’s okay–you’ll forgive him–because your heart won’t listen to your mind anymore. You’ll fix things. You’ll make him like you.

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word count: ~800

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, ANGST, SORTA DARK(?) // reader is a prisoner of war and an infected test subject. manipulation, toxicity, a whole lot of harley quinn x joker goin' on...except Soap is more like harley, lol. light sexual themes. // ktober24

a/n: this is a part of my second attempt at ktober. I probably won't be able to finish it like last year, but goooood-dammit I'm gonna get some new content out!

You were sick, really.

More than sick, if you were being honest–the kind of sick that’s unfixable, the kind that’s suffocating. The kind where the only thing that will heal you, is him.

He’s the slimy liquid pill that you swallow to ease your congestion. He’s the damp towel that you place on your forehead to knock down a fever. He’s the cough drop that you suck on to relieve the pain.

But to him, you were nothing more than a rat. 

A monster. 

A disease.

With hearts in your eyes, you stared up at him from your side, lying on the concrete underneath you, feeling your body burn against the hard, chilly, gray floor. Your hair was a mess, and you were barely dressed, donned in only a sheer, white dress. Shackles were wrapped around your arms and legs, and despite this, you lips curled into an intoxicated smile.

“Johnny,” you croaked, slowly pushing yourself up by one arm, holding that pose as if you were a mermaid resting on a rock. Instead, you were a prisoner of war, rotting in a cell.

The man winced, upon looking at you, turning his head with a frown, before shifting his body in a rugged, uncomfortable manner. “Why’re you callin’ me that?”

His voice was deep, gruff, covered by a Scottish accent. You giggled, swaying your head downwards and biting your bottom lip. “Ghostie says it–why can’t I?” 

You tilted your head up again, taking a peak at his expression. Again, another scowl. But this time, there was a hint of something else in it.

“Because you’re a prisoner,” he said, very matter-of-factly. 

“I’m your prisoner,” you said, drawling out your words in a seductive manner, propping yourself up with your arms so that your chest was revealed as much as possible from underneath your ratty cloth. You watched his eyes quickly glance down, then back up again, at anything else. His ears turned red.

“Yeah, the British Army’s prisoner–who Ah work for. Not mine.” 

“So, you’re saying that you wouldn’t have captured me? I love that.” 

Letting out a frustrated grunt, he turned to face you again, a sharp glare within his blue eyes that somehow glistened despite the dark shelter of the cell. “You need’ta stop this. This isnae–it isn’t you.”

You broke out into an unsettling fit of laughter. “Not me?”

He said nothing in response.

“But, Soapy, you did this to me? This is how you want me.”

Shame fluttered across his face, and he no longer could look you in the eyes. Yes, with his body language–he admitted it.

It was his fault.

Had he not detained you that day–had he not befriended you despite everything, had he helped you escape instead of becoming a test subject–maybe, just maybe, you would still be normal.

But you weren’t. Because he turned a blind eye to everything. 

Because he let it happen.

Because he participated.

“You gave me the shots, remember?” 

“Ah didn’t know. Ah thought it was harmless–they told me it would help people–that it was already approved for testin’ and shouldn’t have any complications.”

In a sing-songy voice, you taunted him, your voice quivering from the aches in your body. 

“Yoooouuu…”

“...wereeeee…”

“...wrooooong!”

He started pacing, and that’s when you knew that you had broken him.

“What’dya want me to do? What should Ah do? Ah’ll break ‘ya out. You can stay with me–it’ll be hard since ‘yer infectious, but Ah can figure somethin’ out–”

You grinned, and it felt like your face would rip in two. You were happy. So, so, happy.

“I want you to understand me,” you breathed, tears beginning to stream down your overjoyed face. “I want you to be like me.”

John froze, and you clocked a couple of the rushing emotions he displayed, despite your woozy cognition. 

Confusion.

Hesitance.

Fear.

All things you felt when you were in the spot he was now in.

“It's lonely,” you whined, and started crawling towards him, your chains clanking against the floor as you moved. “So, so, so, lonely.”

As you came closer to the glass and bars that separated you two, you sat on your knees and wrapped your hands around the metallic cylinders, feeling your weak thighs spill out of your short dress. You were now face-to-face with John’s groin, and through the see-through wall that kept you apart, you noticed that through his jeans, he was hard.

He shut his eyes, tilting his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

“Ah’ll go get the serum.” 

With a craze in your eyes, in your smile, in your heart–you felt your emotions swirl as you watched him walk away. 

Together.

You’ll be together, now.

[heretek-birth]

Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 3)

Part 3, Chapter 2 Part 3, Chapter 4 The Whole Story

Late next morning:

"There you go, that's good. Doing so good." Dave helps support Sarah from the front, holding on to her arms while she squats deep on the floor of the hospital room.

"NNNNNGAAAAAH-" Sarah feels her baby's head bulging out of her, held fast in place by a strip of fabric running between her legs, attached firmly to a band of thicker material just below her waist.

"Do what you need to do. I'm right here." He helps hold her upright while she bears down.

"HNNNNN- NNNN- NNNNNNNNG-" The cloth between her legs has a little bit of give; Sarah can feel her lips spreading open even wider as she gives her full effort, as her baby moves down just a bit more before she runs out of breath.

"Still doing good?"

"Yessssss. God, Kelly wasn't kidding when she called this thing a 'medical chastity belt'." Sarah reaches a hand between her legs to feel the head slowly pressed inside her by the tight cloth. "Why didn't we get one of these?"

"Alas, what could've been." He helps pull Sarah to her feet, sticking close to her as the two of them pace around the room.

"I love how it lets me move around. You can only push on your back for so long, you know?"

"I'll take your word for it." Dave chuckles to himself as the two of them keep walking. Sarah waddles noticeably as she moves, keeping her legs as wide as she can to ease the pressure in her over-full pelvis.

"Nnnn- Again-" She feels her belly start to harden.

"Alright. Squatting?" He helps lower her to the ground when she confirms it. "Arms up here for me." Sarah spreads her feet as wide as she can, bracing herself while she wraps her arms tight around his waist. Every instinct of hers screams at her to get her hands in position, ready to catch her baby, but she holds back the urge as she starts to bear down. Why should she need to catch her baby, after all? It's not like she's going to give birth any time soon. "There you go, just like that. Let the belt hold it." Dave keeps a firm grip on her as she starts to push in earnest, his steady touch giving her the reassurance she needs to bear down hard, to feel herself stretch more and more, to push her baby's head against the tight, stretchy fabric. "You're so beautiful like this." He cups her cheek in his hand, forcing her to tilt her head upwards. "Always so beautiful." Their eyes meet, and she has no choice but to hold his gaze while she gives another hard push. He watches with adoration while she struggles with the head, with the pressure deep inside her, bearing down hard against the restriction between her legs, fighting for every inch of burning, hard-won progress. "So good for me." He strokes her cheek again and- there it is. That smile. That fucking smile. That's the whole reason she's in this mess, why she's pushing like a madwoman and can't get enough.

She's at just the right height to notice the swelling in his pants as her contraction ends. The way the head is pressing- She can't look away. She reaches for his zipper before his hand stops her.

"Hang on a sec- Here-" He reaches and hands her a towel; she folds it and kneels on top, with her knees cushioned from the hard tile of the floor. "Okay. Go ahead."

She can feel it. Her baby -Their baby- sitting huge, hard, and so, so low between her legs, so close and yet so far from being born into the world. Soon, she'll be pushing with all her might, struggling to bring that time just a little closer. Right now, though, all she can focus on is what's in front of her. She can feel it, stiff and eager as she pulls aside the layers of clothing, as she comes face-to-face with her prize. This is for her- Because of her, full and heavy and struggling so much. A look upward confirms it, and she feels him press against her lips as he puts a gentle hand to the back of her head.

His toes curl a little as he feels her mouth and her hand. "Ohhhhhhh- Good girl- Goooood girl-" She starts slow and he lets her, relaxing into the warm, wet feeling enveloping him. She can feel how he fills her mouth, thick and hard- can feel how much more there is, how much more she'd have to- a shiver, nerves and anticipation, runs down her spine at the thought. "Shhhhhh, don't worry." His eyes meet hers. "We'll do that slow, don't worry." But they will do it- Another shiver.

"Mmmmh- Nnnvbgmmmm-" She feels her belly start to harden.

"I know." He tightens his grip on her head just a little. "I've got you, you'll be okay." He pulls her head a little bit towards him, and she feels him start to press against the back of her mouth. "Can you be a good girl for me now?" There's pressure, so much pressure, but - 'good girl' - she wants to be, so, so much. She can't- She has to- She can. She nods almost imperceptibly, and she feels his hand start to pull her forward again. "There you go, you're doing good." She does her best to relax her muscles, let him press himself deeper and deeper. "Doing so good." She can do it. She's had a lot of practice with this, in her recent 'condition'. "That's so good. Just let it in for me." More and more- Halfway- Filling her throat- Pressure! It's too- She can't- "Go. Push. Like this." There's no way- It's- "You're okay. Push for me now." He keeps a hand on the back of her head, keeps her from pulling back as the pressure inside her builds more and more. "Theeeeere you go, that's good." She can't help it. She shudders, shakes, spreads her knees as wide as she can and feels her body start to give in. "Ohhhhhh, that's it, push hard for me." She can hardly stand it, just spreading her knees and bearing down, fighting down the primal urge to reach between her legs and catch her baby, but she holds back- holds back because she wants so, so badly to be a- "Good girl. Such a good girl." He lets out a moan as she feels her throat tighten around him, as she bears down hard, feels herself start to burn even more as she forces her baby against the stretchy cloth between her legs. He keeps his hands on her head as he closes his eyes in bliss, pressed deep inside her mouth as she bears down hard, straining so much trying to deliver their child. "Goooood, that's perfect, Sarah." He feels her breath start to give and gently eases her head back, enough to let her take deep, gasping breaths through her nose as her contraction starts to wind down.

Their eyes meet, and he cups her cheek while she shares a questioning look.

"Next one, okay? That felt so good, I couldn't give it up just yet."

She rolls her eyes up at him.

"Besides, I can't make this too easy on you, can I?"

She gives as much of a laugh as she can with her mouth full.

"You are okay though, right? While you're pushing-"

She swirls her tongue in response.

"Fuckkkkk- I guess you are-" He moans again. "Push hard with the next one. Stretch for me."

She nods, and goes back to using her tongue.

It's not too long before Sarah's belly starts to cramp again. Her moan of discomfort alerts Dave, and he puts both hands on the back of her head. "Not just yet." She nods, and starts to line up her head, relaxing her throat as she feels him start to push deeper once again. "Good, that's good." Sarah does her best to stay relaxed as the pressure inside her builds and builds. She can't pant, but she does her best to just let the fullness inside her grow, waiting as best as she can while he presses himself deeper and deeper. "Just keep your arms around me, I've got you." Halfway. Her body is screaming at her to push, to bear down hard and get her baby out, but she holds back as much as she can. She knows she only has enough breath for one good push, so she needs to make it count. "Come on, a little more for me." Hard, thick, filling her deeper and deeper. She feels his hands pressing her head closer and closer to the base. "Nearly there- Almost- Alllllmost-" That's it, she can feel her forehead pressing against his stomach. So much pressure. It's too much. She can't- "Push! Ohhhhhh- That's it-." She doesn't wait before she bears down hard, forcing the head down with the pressure in her hips. "Push- Fuckkkk- Push- Push hard for me-" He takes a tight grip on her hair and pulls her head against his crotch, reveling in the tightness inside her as she starts to stretch more and more with the head of her baby. "Thaaaat's a good girl."

He starts to thrust just a little, pulling her head back and forth as she struggles with their baby. "Oh- God- Push for me!" She feels her lungs start to burn as he picks up the pace, feels her opening burning even more as she forces herself to stretch even farther, feels that incredible, overpowering urge to get ready to catch her baby. "Push! There you go- Push-" She feels him thrusting more and more, pulling her head faster and harder as she feels herself running short of breath. She can't fight it. She can't stop it. All she can do is give in, so that's what she does. She shuts out the tightness in her chest, the need for air that she can't do anything about. She gives in to the hardness in her throat, thrusting deep again and again. She gives in to the pressure in her hips, gives everything she has to forcing her baby down and out, to letting the head come just like this, to forcing herself wider and wider, enough to make her scream if she had any breath at all. She feels herself start to shake with the effort, pushing and pushing and pushing with everything she has until she hears the moans from above her. "God, Sarah-" She feels him press deep, as deep as he can get. "Good girl- Push for me-" She feels a twitching, pulsing in her throat, feels warmth spurting inside her, making her swallow even as the head pries her open. "Push- Push- Come on-" She feels her vision starts to darken as he holds himself deep and she keeps up the effort, spread open wide while the cloth between her legs holds the head firmly in place, while his hands hold her head firmly in place against him. "Such a good girl…" They stay like that a moment longer, her mouth as full as it can get, her lower lips stretched wide and burning so much as she forces the head downward with everything she has. He watches carefully, searing the image in front of him into his brain for a moment longer before he finally pulls her head back. He leaves her mouth with a wet pop as she gasps for air, the fading pressure in her hips long forgotten.

"Shhhhh, there you go. You're okay. I've got you." He kneels down in front of her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder and slump against his chest as she recovers her breath. It takes a long time before she's able to speak again, long enough that she grunts and pants her way through the next contraction while she leans against his chest, wrapped in his arms while he whispers in her ear. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Mm-hm…"

"Good. Just making sure." He can feel her start to smile even as she's still pressed against him. "I'll be here. Stay like this as long as you need."

[icallhimjoey]

A Whisper Away

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem and A Lot Like Love where we dip into your November for a couple consecutive years and see how you’re getting on with the bookstore, Joe’s career and… other changes.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, angsty, I strongly advise you to read the previous bookstore fics before diving into this one!

Author’s note: an amazing request from @darthvontrapp​ inspired this “third season” in the bookstore - remember that my aim never was to hurt you!

Wordcount: 3.4K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

"Goooood morning!" your voice comically singsonged when you heard the door open.

You swung around playfully with Alfie giggling in your arms, limp like a rag doll, hanging upside down, facing out to greet Anne who had just walked in through the door.

"Good morning, good morning, good morning," you jiggled Alfie in your arms, hopping towards Anne with every good morning you gave her. You were used to her at least giving somewhat of a friendly face to Alfie, but Anne looked extra bad-tempered this morning. 

"I am meant to talk some sense into you today," Anne said, revealing she'd ran into Joe on her way in. Your face dropped immediately and you bent over to let Alfie's feet touch the ground. You tickled his sides with grabby hands, making him squeal and run, filling the store with joyful screaming. "Where did you see him?" you tried not to shift the tone of your voice too drastically for Alfie's sake - he was still in a giddy, excited mood. "Bakery," Anne said, holding up a small paper bag to prove it.

"What's the fight about this time?" Anne walked into the breakroom to hang her coat, Alfie and his bouncing curls hot on her tail. 

"We're not fighting. He wants..." you squeezed your eyes shut for a second. "He wants us to tag along with him for three, maybe four months, if not longer," you revealed. 

"Mmmh, Joe sure wants a lot of things," Anne commented from the back. You agreed, but felt the sting of her words, knowing that it meant you probably revealed a bit too much to her over the past couple of weeks. 

Joe wanted to buy a house and move away from above the bookstore, like your grandparents had done too when they'd had their daughter, your mother, and they felt like they were outgrowing the apartment. You, however, felt fine up there and felt there was enough room for the three of you, feeling no urge to get out of there any time soon. Joe'd been dropping silent hints for a while, and you'd picked up on them, but had pretended you hadn't. Joe was away for work a lot, and the moments that he was home, you didn't want to talk about any of that stuff. You just wanted to enjoy your time together. 

You wanted Joe to walk in with baked goods and for you to kiss behind the counter. You wanted Joe to walk into the apartment just before you'd finished dinner and hug you in the kitchen, complimenting you on how good it all smelled. You wanted Joe to take showers with Alfie with the door open so you could hear them sing silly made up songs about you. The way Joe had you swooning out in the hallway when he got Alfie to babble along to The Temptations 'My Girl', but having switched the lyrics to 'Mama' was really something else. Alfie's little voice repeating after Joe as he sang, "What can make me feel this way? Mama, mama, mama... talking about, mama," had made your heart swell to a new capacity you weren’t aware your chest could really handle. You wanted Joe to have enough time off to just hang around in the store for hours and then go pick Alfie up from nursery and take the long route home through the park so they could see the ducks. 

You didn't want Joe to go abroad for months for his job. You didn't want Joe walking in late, after Alfie had already been put to bed, and he'd sneak into his bedroom just to have a look, often waking him up in the process. You didn't want Joe to want to leave the apartment above the bookstore, and you also definitely didn't want to fight over it. 

Last night, Joe'd received his schedule, and as the two of you were talking through it sat at the dinner table, Joe had suddenly said, "Come with me."

You'd just looked at him funny. 

"I'm serious, come with me. I don't want to miss you for so long." Joe's hands had found your thighs to hold onto. You looked at his hands and then back up at him. 

"Come with me." he pleaded, and it was almost heartbreaking how much want shone from Joe's eyes. And you understood, because you also didn't want to spend months communicating through texts, phone calls and FaceTime. You didn't want to see Joe's sad eyes when you'd flip the camera to let him see Alfie play. You didn't want Alfie to hear his dad tell him good night or good morning through a device. 

There were a lot of things Joe wanted, and there were a lot of things you didn't want. It had started to become an ongoing issue with the two of you, one you still tried to pretend wasn't actually there. You were good at ignoring things until they didn’t feel real to you anymore and had put practice into play.

"Joe..." you had started, voice full of hesitation, and Joe's expression immediately changed. 

"I know, not tonight," and he’d leant in for a kiss. 

This year, Joe had remembered. He still felt awful about last year and had spent most of that following Sunday trying to make it up to you. You'd kept your promise and kept the store closed to Joe's surprise, but when you explained why, he'd felt his heart drop out of his body. When your mother came to pick up Alfie for the afternoon, you'd spent over an hour sat sideways on the sofa, arms and legs wrapped around each other’s bodies, hugging each other like two puzzle pieces slotted together. There were no more tears left in you then, but you hadn't been able to stop your emotions from hurting your throat and every time you'd breathed funny, Joe had hugged you tighter and whispered more apologies into your hair. "You're my third too," he had said. "I'm sorry I forgot."

But what you wanted to tell Joe wasn't that you didn't want to talk about it tonight - that wasn't going to be the next part of your sentence. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't come with him. Within a couple of seconds your mind had racked up over a dozen reasons of why you couldn't leave your home for a prolonged period of time like that. You could go and visit him, sure. You'd visited Joe on set many times. It was always fun to see him in costume, all up in his element, but also intimidating and frankly, a little boring too.  

"Not tonight," you smiled when you broke your kiss and followed it with several smaller ones, happy to not delve into something you knew you would disagree on. 

But then the following morning, over breakfast, Joe referenced it again. 

"Maybe your mother could help out," he said out of the blue. 

"She helps out all the time," you said, passing another small piece of toast to Alfie who sat in his high chair, happily munching on whatever you and Joe would pass him from the table. Your mother took Alfie for two afternoons each week – she wanted to, insisted on it, but the knife cut both ways and it also really helped you out. 

"I mean with the store. It'll just be for a few weeks if you really think about it." Joe casually minimized four months into just a couple of weeks and fed himself another bite of scrambled eggs. 

You stared at your own plate with a pained look as you chewed on a small piece of toast meant for Alfie. You didn’t want to tell Joe no, but you couldn’t tell him yes, so you remained silent which for the time being felt like the safe middle ground.

“Mmh?” Joe encouraged. “Anne wouldn’t mind the extra hours, would she?” 

“Maybe,” was all you could muster. 

Joe let out an annoyed groan, knowing your ‘maybe’ was just a careful way of dismissing his proposal. It made him put his fork down on his plate with a loud clink and sat back in his chair. “So, do you want to talk to me?” 

You didn’t. You really didn’t. 

So, you let your eyes do the talking. 

Joe scanned your features a second, then pinched his eyebrows together. “Please?” Joe said your name with so much emotion that you could almost feel it scratch at your heart. But your expression didn’t change. It made Joe grunt with frustration as he picked up his plate to take to the kitchen, indicating that breakfast was over. You passed Alfie two more small pieces of bread before lifting him from his chair and placing him onto the floor. You then followed Joe and found him leaning on the kitchen counter with his arms out wide, hanging into his shoulders, head dangling down. You took the moment to hug him from behind, letting your arms snake around his torso and pressing your chest into his back firmly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, because you didn’t know what else to say, and you were sorry. Joe didn’t move bar his chest heaving as he breathed heavily. 

“I know it’s difficult for you to stray from routine,” Joe started. He was right, you didn’t do well with change.

“But you’re making it unnecessarily difficult,” you felt Joe move his hands to cover yours. You hoped it would be a sweet moment and that Joe would accept your hug, maybe even spin around to hug you back, but instead he used his hands to remove your arms from his body. “I’m telling you I don’t want to leave you, and you’re giving me nothing,” Joe accused and took a step back from you. 

“So then, don’t leave us,” you shrugged, knowing it was empty advice. Of course Joe was going to go. It was in his contract, it was his job - one that he loved at that. It was just that he hadn’t been away from Alfie that long before and Joe was scared that he’d miss out on too much of him. 

Joe knew that you knew that he was going to go away, and that by putting the ball in his court like that, he also knew that if he’d tell you all the reasons why he couldn’t just not go, you’d fire back with all the reasons why you couldn’t just not stay. There was no point in saying things aloud that you both understood, so you both let it linger. Tiny hands found your calves and you looked down to see Alfie by your feet, gazing up at the two of you with his big round eyes, the same colour as Joe’s. When he reached up his arms and made small whiny noises, you were quick to bend over to pick him up.

“You ready for the day, baby?” you cooed, but Alfie was quick to reach for his dad, and Joe took him from your arms. It was insane how much Alfie resembled Joe. His features were identical; the curls, the eyes, the nose, the lips... when people would see you with Alfie, they’d always say how much he looked like you, until they’d see Joe. Then suddenly Alfie was fully Joe’s child instead of yours. Looking at the two of them now, smiling and giggling at each other as Joe tickled Alfie’s neck, guilt washed over you as you witnessed what you’d be depriving both of them of by not simply dropping everything you currently had going and leaving with Joe. 

You hadn’t said another word until Joe had to leave for meetings and you were about to open the store. He’d urged you to at least think about it more, have you reconsider before setting anything in stone, and you had nodded and had accepted his kiss against your forehead that lasted long enough for you to close your eyes to it. 

And then he’d ran into Anne at the bakery where he picked up his lunch to bring over to the offices, and had asked her to talk some sense into you without explaining much more.

Anne walked back into the storefront with Alfie in her arms like she was cradling a baby. Alfie gladly let her; he loved Anne. Something about the way she wouldn’t use a baby voice around him, none of her demeanour adjusted to fit communicating with a small child... it really seemed to work for Alfie. You could still sometimes see customers think twice about approaching Anne, but not your child. If Anne sat down somewhere, Alfie would be on her within seconds.

“Maybe Joe could also want things for you instead of just for himself,” Anne backed you up, and it made you wince. “Joe wants things for us too, don’t you worry,” you said, your voice high-pitched as you pricked fingers into Alfie’s stomach to make him laugh, his giggles were music to your ears. You didn’t mind Anne openly disliking Joe; it was the charm of their relationship, all they did was make digs at each other. You also honestly thought it was good for Alfie to grow up with people who weren’t impressed with the celebrity of Joe, so you would almost encourage them to bicker. But pointing fingers at Joe like Anne had done just now felt wrong, the situation a little too fragile to poke fun at. 

“He seemed pretty adamant. Said we’ve got a few weeks to convince you,” 

“We?” 

“Joe and I.” 

Gross. You didn’t like the sound of them teaming up. You knew Joe’s career pushed him to make certain sacrifices, but he didn’t need to make that a part of anyone else’s life, you thought. You audibly sighed and checked the clock. It was time for you to take Alfie over to nursery, leaving Anne to do some in-store tasks on her own before you’d open up at 10. 

“All right.” You sprung into action. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t talk to Joe, and when I get back, we’re not going to talk about this again.” you stated, and Anne nodded before saluting you. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

You spent the whole day milling it over in your mind. Pros and cons. More pros. Then more cons. Heavier pros. But then even heavier cons. Every time you concluded in favour of or against Joe’s idea, you’d push yourself away from it, thinking that not settling was going to help. Like it’d be better that way. As if that would keep doors open so that you could have an open conversation about it later with Joe. Except you were absolutely taking your own bait, because you knew exactly what you wanted. 

You wanted everything to stay how it was, with Joe at home, with you two living above the bookstore, with Alfie’s little giggles beaming joy into his aura, and then past it, making strangers smile by just walking past them. 

It was a selfish wish, but that’s what you wanted.

Joe picked up Alfie from nursery that day, and when you saw them walk past the window from behind the counter, Alfie out of his stroller, just visible from his golden curls peeking over the window ledge, your heartbeat instantly picked up. You could see Joe talk to Alfie as he sped up past him to reach the door before Alfie did.

"My boys," you dramatically exclaimed with your hands clutched to your chest when Joe held the door open for Alfie, the empty stroller held behind him blocking half the pavement. In his little hands Alfie held a hand-picket bouquet of what looked like plain grass that very obviously came from the park. Alfie tried exclaiming, "Flowers!" as he ran over, weeble-wobbling across the store floor, remarkably unstable and over-confident in his physical abilities without a very good idea of when to stop. You crouched down beside the counter and let Alfie bump into you. You held your hands out for Alfie to inattentively dump all he was holding into your palms, his little squirmy fingers pushing all of it flat, leaving it in a messy pile. His proud little smile could cure your worst mood any day of the week; it was adorable. 

"For me?" you gasped in surprise at Alfie who took a step back and clasped his little hands together as he bent over a little, the excitement within his little body barely able to keep him still.

"Picked all of it himself," Joe smiled as he folded the stroller, leaving it upright next to the door before coming over to greet you. 

"Do you want to go see who's in the back?" you talked to Alfie like you were telling him an exciting secret, knowing he'd be thrilled to see Anne was still in the store. 

"Is that Alfie?" Anne had obviously heard you, and it took Alfie less than a second to scurry off to find her. 

Joe helped you up and grinned at you in a way that made you slightly suspicious before using both hands to push your hair back from your forehead, tilting your head backwards as he did. 

"What's up with you?" you asked, brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but cheeks tugging your lips into a smile as Joe leant in to kiss you. A quick kiss, just a second or two, your head still in his hands as he leant back to look at you again, the glint in his eye unwavering.

"What?" you tried again, making Joe chuckle a little before leaning in to kiss you again. When you tried to pull back, Joe didn’t let you, instead pressing his lips against yours harder. It made you giggle, until you felt Joe work his tongue into your kiss. Oh. So you were going to just make out in the store for a hot second? You forgot about the weeds still in your open palms and grabbed onto Joe's biceps with both hands as you kiss grew in intensity, showering Joe's jumper in dry greenery. One of Joe's hands found your neck and Joe used his fingers to tilt your head upwards more, giving him better access to your mouth as he used his other hand to curl around the small of your back, pressing your bodies together. You tried to think of the last time you kissed each other like this, noses bumping, hot breaths escaping into each other's mouths, moans barely able to keep from slipping from your throats. One of your hands found Joe's hip and you let two fingers pull at one of his belt loops as you forgot where you were for a second.

"Sometimes, your parents do that, and it's not okay," Anne suddenly spoke and you instantly pulled back from each other. You could see Joe's flushed lips, shiny and swollen, and you could feel how heat had risen to your cheeks. It was honestly embarrassing. Anne was stood in the doorway of the breakroom with Alfie in her arms, his little head on her shoulder, but looking at the two of you. 

"It's just because we're very happy," Joe said, wiping left over blades of grass from his outfit and reaching for Alfie to take him from Anne's hold.

"Why are we happy?" you smiled, eyebrows raised high, still not sure to what you owed that kiss from Joe. You still felt like you were floating, all giggly, like a 14-year-old who had just learnt her crush liked her back.

Joe raked his fingers through Alfie's curls as he perched him on his hip and grinned widely. You noticed how tired Alfie looked, his head now on Joe's shoulder like it had been resting against Anne's seconds earlier.

"I talked to your mother today," Joe started, and your smile faltered slightly. "And guess what?" Joe spoke to Alfie, his voice quickly adjusted to toddler ears. "Nana's totally willing to run the store for however long we neeeeed!" Joe softly celebrated, stretching his words and he lifted one of Alfie's arms, giving cheers, his face beaming with a huge smile.

Anne gulped loudly as she saw the blood drain from your face, your expression instantly falling and all the teenage-joy you'd felt before vanishing into thin air. Your eyes didn't leave Joe as they grew cold, and you managed to not let any of the immediate anger burst through, but you felt your fingertips itch, hands ready to break something. 

Anne took a cautious step back, as you managed to furiously utter one word through gritted teeth.

"What?"

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