#hometime

[ianfulgar]

Nowadays, more and more people are embracing the idea of home-based offices, not just for work, but also to maintain a work-life balance.

[moteocooking]

Matcha Chocolate Potato Chips🍟🍟🍟

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When you're craving chocolate but find that it's become too soft and unappetizing due to the heat, don't be disappointed. Instead, let's make some delicious matcha-style chocolate potatoes from scratch.

First, prepare melted chocolate. If your chocolate hasn't melted yet, you can leave it under the sun for about an hour to soften. Place the melted chocolate in a bowl and add green juice powder (or matcha powder if you have it). Stir gently to melt.

Let the mixed chocolate sit for a while until it starts to firm up a bit. During this time, prepare your sweet potatoes. Wash them thoroughly, including the skin since you'll be eating it. Slice the washed sweet potatoes into 3mm-wide slices.

Submerge the sliced sweet potatoes in water for about 10 minutes, then pat them dry before frying. Heat the oil to 180 degrees Celsius and fry the sweet potato slices for approximately 3 minutes until they turn crispy.

After frying, sprinkle a bit of salt on the sweet potato slices. Once they've cooled down a bit, dip them generously in the melted chocolate. Allow the chocolate to harden, and you'll have your sweet and delicious matcha-flavored chocolate potatoes ready to enjoy.

The natural sweetness of sweet potatoes, combined with the subtle bitterness of matcha and the richness of chocolate, creates a delightful balance of flavors. Especially when using sweet potatoes that are in season during autumn, you can enjoy these as snacks for kids, a light evening treat, a side dish, or as party snacks.😘😘😘

Ingredients:

1 piece of white chocolate 20g of green juice powder (or matcha powder) 1 sweet potato Salt, to taste

If you have matcha powder on hand, be sure to use it for that authentic matcha flavor. While green juice powder adds health benefits, it might reduce the overall deliciousness a bit. Since this recipe is straightforward, give it a try and enjoy!😋

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[chronicowboy]

had the best last week at work (ignore the 27 bruises on my knees) but yesterday was fucking harrowing.

[ad15124]

I. want. to. go. home.

[littlehen]

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[la-galaxie-langblr]

I'm done with first year 🥳

[ianfulgar]

Working from home should be this cozy! #home #work #workfromhome #workingfromhome #room #workathome #homeinspiration #homes #workfromhomelife #homegoals #workfromhomejobs #hometime #roominspiration #homeimprovements #homedesigns #worksmart #workhome #homeworks #workingfromanywhere #businessfromhome #homeph #workingplace #workspacestyling #lifestyle #positive #motivation #productiveday #roominterior

[oceaneyesinla]

Just accidentally wrote poo on something at work instead of pos. Thankfully nothing official 😶

[moteocooking]

Spicy Pasta Style🔥🍝🔥

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We're excited to share with you a delightful recipe for Spicy Radish Pasta Style, featuring fresh radishes. This easy and delicious dish combines the unique flavor of radishes with just the right amount of spice to create a perfect harmony.😋

To begin, prepare the radishes and give them a thorough wash. You can use them with their skin on, so there's no need to peel. Sprinkle salt over the radishes and let them sit for about 30 minutes. This will allow any excess moisture to be drawn out.

Once the excess moisture has been released, cut the radishes into bite-sized pieces and place them in a bowl. Add powdered red pepper, grated garlic, ginger, noodle sauce, sugar, and fish sauce to the radishes. Mix everything thoroughly to let the flavors meld. If you have seaweed, finely chop it and add it for an extra layer of flavor.

Now, refrigerate the mixture for approximately 2 hours. This allows the radishes to absorb all the delicious flavors. Just before serving, feel free to add sesame seeds, egg yolk, nori seaweed, or any other preferred toppings to enhance the taste. The combination of the radish's unique flavor, the spiciness of the seasonings, and the sweetness of the egg yolk creates an irresistible culinary experience.

If you happen to have radishes in your fridge, we strongly encourage you to try this simple yet incredibly flavorful recipe. You'll be amazed by its deliciousness.

Ingredients Radish: 1 piece Garlic: 2 teaspoons Ginger: 2 teaspoons Noodle sauce: 5 tablespoons Sugar: 1 tablespoon Fish sauce (Nampla): 1 tablespoon Powdered red pepper: 3 tablespoons Seaweed (optional): To taste Sesame seeds (optional): To taste

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[baby-royalty]

Remember when Lizzy roasted Klaus for three and a half minutes and we all loved it

[buckyalpine]

SOO much fluff with my random thoughts. We love a meet cute featuring a sweet uncle Bucky. Imagine working at a daycare, surrounded by the cutest little ones everyday. You know you shouldn't have favourites but you can't help but fall especially in love with three year old Jamie and his mop of brown hair, his sweet blue eyes absolutely stealing your heart. He'd recently been babbling and talking your ear off about getting to stay at his Uncle's house since his parents were going away on vacation.

"We have the same name" He stated proudly while mushing up some playdoh between his tiny fingers, "Mama said I gets to stay with him for two whole weeks"

"I hope you have the best time, bub" You smile at his excited ramblings, giving his hair a ruffle before making your way to cut up some fruit for snack time.

-

You arrived at the daycare center just in time for their lunch for the afternoon shift, setting your things down and getting to work grabbing napkins and laying them on the tables. The littles ones all lined up to wash their hands before getting their lunch boxes out, most quite self-sufficient with opening their containers without assistance.

You heard a frustrated grunt, looking over your shoulder to find a very determined Jamie with his brows knitted together attempting to open his lunch to no avail. He finally gave up, toddling over to you, the growl of his belly making a clear statement.

He was hungry.

"Can you open this please?" He holds his thermos with two hands, smiling when you take it from him, patiently waiting for you to open it. You try to unscrew the lid, frowning when it doesn't budge even when you try with all your might. You tie a rubber band around the top to give it some grip but it stays locked in place, unmoving after you ran it under hot water and ridiculing you when you tried to pry it open with a butter knife.

"What is your uncle, a super soldier?" You huffed, trying to open the little lunch thermos one more time but there was no point; it was sealed shut. "I don't think I can open this for you, bub, he closed it extra tight"

"Uncle Jamie made me mac and cheese" his little face melted into a sad pout, his belly rumbling again.

"I'm sorry baby, how about sharing half a grilled cheese with me, hm?" You cooed, toasting your own lunch in the panini press and putting it on a plate for him. "We need the avengers to open this, let's see if uncle Jamie can open this when he picks you up"

He happily nibbled on the sandwich, licking up the crumbs, putting away his thermos and making his way over to play with some blocks. When it was hometime, you got everyone ready, sending them on their way while Jamie remained, waiting patiently for his uncle to arrive while sitting on the playground, hugging onto his stuffy in the meantime.

"Ms. y/n, Uncle Jamie is here!" He jumped up in excitement hearing the rumble of a motorbike pull up outside, running to the fence, waving over to him.

"Let's see this Uncle Jamie of yours" You said with an amused expression, wondering who managed to close a lunch lid so tightly. His uncle certainly wasn't what you imagined, watching a tall, broad man parking his bike. He was dressed in all black, parking the bike and pulling his helmet off, letting it rest on one of the handle, running his hand through his short chestnut locks, a toothy grin spreading on his face.

There was no way.

"Oh my God-

"Uncle Jamie!!" The little one ran off to his uncle, jumping into his arms, hugging him with his entire body. The super soldier grinned, catching him with ease, blowing a raspberry against his cheeks making him squeal and sending him into a fit of giggles.

"Hey little man" He chuckled, cradling his nephew and giving him a few extra cuddles before setting him back down and taking his backpack from him. You'd wondered what the hell was in his little backpack which was strangely heavy, gasping when you saw him pull out a tiny leather jacket.

"Arms up, buddy" Jamie lifted his arms, letting his uncle secure the jacket on him.

"He didn't eat his lunch, we couldn't get the lid open" You handed him the thermos with an apologetic look, "He had a grilled cheese instead, I hope that's okay"

"Sorry, doll" Bucky smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Guess I didn't realize how tightly I closed it" He took it from your hand, opening it up with ease, steam still billowing from the contained from when he'd heated it up that morning.

"He didn't tell me his Uncle was the very Sergeant James Barnes" You ignored the heat that crept up on your cheeks, an equal blush spreading across Bucky's. "He's been talking about you all week"

"He's been talking about you too" Bucky said with an edge of a flirty tone to his voice, his nephew had said just about everything there was to know about you but the little runt left out just how pretty you were. How sweet. Super cute.

Actually that was a lie, he definitely went on about how pretty you were.

It would appear he had more in common with the three year old than he thought; they both had an apparent crush on you.

Get it together Barnes, you just met her.

"He's a little rascal" Bucky chuckled, looking over his shoulder to find his nephew impatiently wiggling, waiting for a ride, "We're actually just around the block so not a long ride but he loves it" Bucky chuckled as he strapped Jamie into the sidecar, plopping a tiny helmet onto his head.

"Bye Ms. y/n!! See you tomoowo!!" Jamie waved making you smile at how adorable he was, his voice muffled in the helmet.

"Bye baby, see you tomorrow!" You waved back, your breath hitching in your throat when you met the other set of sparkling blue eyes peering at you.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, Ms. y/n" Bucky said with a wink making your stomach flip, giving you a cheeky smirk before pulling the visor down.

You couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

-

Okay imagine after two weeks of little parking lot interactions he obviously has to ask you out on a date. Then another. Another. Soon, little Jamie is excited to see you having sleepovers at Uncle Jamies!! He's bragging to all his friends about how he gets to see Ms. Y/n all the time.

Then you're over for Christmas! And New Years! Now you live with Uncle Jamie and it's the best thing ever! And obviously, little Jamie is the ring bearer at the wedding. A year or two later, he finds out he's going to have a baby cousin to play with.

Just an idea.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Hometime heat

After a brutal mission nearly claims your life, the simmering tension between you and Task Force 141 finally ignites.

Tags: poly141, Ghost x Soap x Gaz x Price x Reader, NSFW, smut, hurt/comfort, praise kink, rough sex, soft doms, gentle domination, possessiveness, oral sex (f. receiving), marking/biting, breathplay (light), voyeurism (implied), sensory overload, group sex, emotional intimacy during sex, overstimulation, slow undressing/teasing, aftercare

word count- 1505 words

The air in the safehouse was thick. Not with smoke, not with dust or blood, but with something heavier—something that had built up in silence, over glances and half-spoken words during long, brutal weeks on mission. You could taste it.

Soap dropped his gear with a groan, flopping down on the old couch like a man twice his age. "Christ, I think my spine detached somewhere in Russia."

"Could be worse," Gaz muttered, tossing his vest into a corner. He looked at you briefly before looking away, jaw tight. "Could’ve left in a body bag."

You winced. The mission had been bad. Worse than most. Close calls stacked like dominoes, and you had nearly been the one that didn't make it out. Ghost had pulled you out of a collapsed building with blood in his eyes. He hadn’t said anything then. Just looked at you like he was barely holding it together.

Now, standing in the middle of the safehouse living room, you felt bare. Raw. Like the skin of something peeled too far back. Ghost was still geared up, standing against the wall like a shadow, eyes fixed on you.

Price stood nearby, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Always calm, always in control. But even he looked tired. There were deep lines under his eyes. His shirt was half unbuttoned, and he hadn’t bothered to clean the blood off his knuckles.

The silence was a wound. A waiting breath. And then Gaz broke it.

"You scared the hell out of us."

You turned to him, startled. "What?"

He stood there, bare arms crossed over his chest, still damp from the shower. "Back in Moscow. We thought you were buried under that rubble. Ghost nearly lost it."

"Didn’t," Ghost muttered from the wall. "Didn’t lose it."

Soap sat up, expression sober now. "We all did. You—you’ve got no idea, lass."

You swallowed hard. Your eyes flicked from one to the next, the full weight of their attention on you. The flirtation from before the mission felt like a memory now. Something soft and golden behind a pane of glass. But it had never stopped, had it? Not really.

Ghost had stood closer than he needed to. Soap had always had a hand on your shoulder. Gaz, quiet and steady, had always made sure you got the last of the rations, the best cover, the softer bedroll. And Price—Price looked at you like he already knew you were his.

"I’m fine now," you whispered.

"But you weren’t," Price said.

You flinched. His voice was deep, rasping. Truthful. Final.

The air changed again. Ghost stepped forward, finally, and you could see the tremble in his fingers. Not fear—rage, or restraint, or something he hadn’t named yet. He reached out slowly, gloved fingers brushing your jaw.

"You’re here," he said quietly. "But I see you every time I close my eyes. Still under that rubble. Still bleeding. Still calling for us."

You closed your eyes. His fingers slid up to your temple, his palm to your cheek. Gentle, reverent.

Soap exhaled loudly. "Fuck it. I’m done pretending. We’ve been dancing around this long enough."

He stood and crossed the room, boots heavy against the old wood. He didn’t touch you. Not yet. He just stood close, close enough to smell the soap on his skin, the faint burn of whiskey from earlier. "I can’t do another mission watchin’ you flirt with death. Not without knowing you’re ours."

"Ours?" you echoed, voice small.

Gaz came to your side, his hand sliding into yours like it belonged there. "Yeah. Ours. We’ve all wanted you. All of us. We just never said it out loud."

Price stepped forward last. When his hand came down on your lower back, you shivered.

"If you’ll have us," he said, his voice low and steady. "It’s yours. Everything."

The dam broke.

You reached for Soap first, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt, dragging him into a kiss that seared. He tasted like need. His hands clutched at your waist, pulling you against him until you could feel every breath.

Ghost growled—low and rough—and you were suddenly pulled back against his chest. His mask brushed your shoulder as his hands claimed your hips.

"My turn."

You gasped when he bit your neck, just hard enough to leave a mark. Behind him, Gaz and Price watched, eyes dark with heat.

Soap stepped back to let them in. Price took your chin in his hand and tilted your head.

"You sure about this, love? We can stop now. No going back after this."

You looked at each of them. Four men who’d bled for you, burned for you, and now wanted to love you like they’d never be able to again. There was only one answer.

"I’m sure. I want all of you."

Gaz moved first, guiding you toward the bedroom, Ghost still wrapped around your back like armor. Inside, the bed was too small, but no one cared.

They touched you like you were a miracle.

Soap’s mouth was fire, trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands pinned your hips as his tongue flicked teasingly between your thighs, drawing out a breathless moan. His name slipped past your lips like a prayer.

Ghost was behind you, holding you up, chest to your back, his hands roaming under your shirt. He kissed the shell of your ear before pulling the fabric over your head, baring you to the cool air and the heat of his gaze. His voice was low. "You’re beautiful."

Gaz kneeled beside Soap, hands stroking your thighs, murmuring soft encouragement. Then his tongue joined Soap’s—licking, sucking, drawing you into a slow frenzy. You cried out, fingers gripping the sheets, hips rolling toward their mouths.

Price stood above you, stroking your hair, his voice like velvet. "Let them take care of you. Just feel, sweetheart."

When the first orgasm hit, it tore through you like lightning—your back arched, eyes rolled back, your voice raw from the cry you let out. They didn’t stop.

Ghost replaced Soap, lifting you with ease and lowering you onto his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist. He was already hard, cock pressing against your entrance as he guided you down slowly, inch by aching inch. You clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders.

He groaned, deep and guttural. "Fuck... been dreaming about this."

You rocked your hips, and he thrust up to meet you, slow and steady. Each stroke felt like it carved his name into your soul. Soap pressed kisses along your spine, then reached around to toy with your clit, smirking against your skin.

"Look at you, takin’ him so well. So fuckin’ pretty when you fall apart."

Gaz slipped between your lips again, this time his cock filling your mouth while his fingers cradled your cheek. He was careful, reverent. "Tap me if it’s too much, love."

You moaned around him, the sensation of fullness overwhelming. Tears welled in your eyes—not from pain, but pleasure so sharp it bordered on unbearable.

Price was last. He knelt behind Ghost, kissing your lower back, then moving between your thighs to stroke where you were joined. "She’s ready."

Ghost pulled out, helping guide you onto your back. Price took his place, his fingers tracing every inch of your soaked heat before pressing into you. Then, slowly, he entered—thick and warm, stretching you until you gasped.

He moved slow, savoring it, hands braced on either side of your head. He kissed your forehead, your lips, your neck.

"That’s it, sweetheart. Let me in."

The others surrounded you. Ghost cradled your head against his chest. Soap licked and kissed at your nipples, biting gently until your back arched. Gaz held your hand, fingers interlaced.

When Price brought you over again, it was stars—flashes behind your eyes, your body clenching around him, gasping out his name.

They took you one after another, never rushed, never cruel. Just men in awe, worshipping you like the only thing that mattered. You lost count of how many times you came—on fingers, tongues, cocks.

The final time was all four of them with you. Price held you in his lap, cock buried deep as Ghost thrust into your mouth. Soap and Gaz each had a hand on your breasts, mouths trailing fire along your shoulders.

You were wrecked, body trembling, sweat-slicked and glowing. When you came one last time, they followed—Ghost growling as he spilled down your throat, Price moaning low in your ear as he filled you.

You collapsed in a pile of limbs, heart pounding.

They cleaned you gently. Whispered praise. Held you like something precious.

Ghost was the first to fall asleep, still curled against your back.

Soap draped over your legs, humming softly.

Gaz stroked your hair.

Price sat at the head of the bed, watching it all like he couldn’t believe it.

"We’re home now," you whispered.

Price looked at you, something raw in his eyes.

"Yeah. We are."

And this time, none of you had to sleep alone.

[laswells-ashtray]

Adler is away on a longer mission than usual and thus, Phil has to stay with Auntie Diane.

It isn't Russell's favourite choice of babysitter but the mission is last minute and noone else can keep Phil for so long. And so, he has to ask his sister despite everything wrong with her.

When he finally comes back, he has no qualms about showing up at his sister's house in the early hours of the morning to demand his son back. He missed his baby boy and he'll be a nuisance about it if he damn pleases.

He's gifted the chance to collect Phil himself as his sister collects the little one's things, grumbling about the time and rude visitors. He pays her no mind.

It's shockingly easy, after a mission of bloodshed, loss and bullet wounds, to pick up his son and hold the sleepy lump of limbs to his chest. What he isn't prepared for, is the murmur he gets in return as little hands bat at his chest.

"No. No church. Too sleepy for Jesus."

A soft chuckle vibrates through his chest as he buries a hand in the unruly blonde tufts of Phil's hair, tightening his hold just a little more.

It would appear his son wasn't spared from his aunt's religious devotion. Early mornings on a Sunday to help at the church before the service starts.

He presses his lips to his son's forehead, mumbling against the baby soft skin.

"No, kiddo. No more church, just hometime with daddy."

He'd deny it if anyone asked, the way his eyes seemed to water at the quiet echo of "hometime with daddy" before yet again, Phil was out like a light.

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

ME AND YOU FOREVER

Pairing.| Darren (Pig) x fem!reader (Runt)

Summary.| Right as you’re about to leave to start your new beginning, Pig has come to reunite with his Runt.

Warnings.| Dubcon, dry humping, head both receiving, 69, manipulation, planned breeding, you’re both 18.

Word count.| 1.3k

It should have been no surprise that he’d appear on your doorstep, even though you told him it was better if he didn’t. Your parents never liked his influence on you, it threatened your education immensely. 

The typical answers if you were to ask someone to describe Darren would be unhinged, unpredictable, impulsive. Darren was a ticking time bomb, but in his mind he was a devoted angel, willing to do anything for you, there was no distance he wouldn’t walk, clearly. 

When you were almost seventeen, your parents enrolled you to a private girls school to force your growth. It was heartbreaking to leave your hometime Cork, more importantly Darren – Pig. 

To say that Darren -your best friend at the time- didn’t take it well was an understatement. Immediately, he demanded that the two of you ran away together, the world was yours for the taking, nothing would get in between your bond. For you were born on the same day, more coincidentally in the same hospital, you were one soul shared between two bodies. Ignorantly and naively, you always turned a blind eye to his true feelings for you. Darren was completely infatuated by you, smitten by your beauty and charm. But you just played along with the King and Queen games, always mindfully keeping him at a foot distance away from devouring you. 

But the day you were moving, set your relationship adrift. Darren tried to force you into staying with him, as if you could do so, he already had it all planned out, you’d move in with him and be happy together. When you dismissed the idea, Darren confessed his undying love for you and forcefully kissed you. Panickly, you shut down his advances, managed to convince him how bad of an idea this all was and he broke down at your feet. As he begged you to stay with him, you held him for hours until he regretfully let you go. 

When you moved to Dublin, he’d still run away and beg you to catch the next train. You always found a reason to convince him to go back home alone. Typically your emails became less frequent over time, the delayed times angered Darren. He’d send repetitive ones demanding that you’d reply. You changed your email address shortly after he sent upsetting, threatening messages. Surprisingly he never came to see you again. 

Now, two years later, you were preparing yourself for college. You had gotten into a campus on the outskirts of London, you were excited for the change. Your parents were out, you were home alone as you hummed a melody. There was a loud, long knock at the door. 

“Runt” Darren smiled widely, immediately taking you in for a bear gripping hug. 

“Darren” you wheezed, frozen in shock, confusion and fear. Even though Darren was always thin, his strength was large.

“I missed you, missed you so fookin’ much” Darren mumbled into your hair as he inhaled the sweet scent that he craved so dearly. 

It was shocking to see how badly your soul had seemed to miss Darren, even though you had thought that you’d gotten over him. However, this was terrifying, how did he manage to track you down, your family had only recently moved in. But Darren seemed to be so unfazed by everything you were asking him, he’d just hum and squeeze you a little tighter. 

“Been thinking of yah everyday, y’know?” Darren smiled, rubbing your shoulders gently. 

“Been thinking about you too Darren!” you squeaked out. But his head pulled back, he looked you in the eye and glared at you. 

“What is that bullshite! It’s Pig!” Darren hissed. 

“Sorry Pig!” you piped out, your body trembled lightly underneath his hold. 

“That ok… Fook, eh, uh, me need to feel yah” Darren shuddered out. 

As his body turned stiff, he slowly ran his firm hands up and down your body, his breathing went rough and low as he felt your curves that had seemed to grow throughout your time apart. When his hands neared your ass, you felt his bulge poke against your front, you gulped and batted your lashes up to him. 

“Pig?” you whispered, frozen physically and mentality. 

“Me body so desperate for yah, missed yah so fookin’ much” Darren huffed up, his eyes swelled, licking his lips at the dirty ideas that were streaming behind his eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you choked out, your body trembling in fear at his act. 

At first, the humps were light, but then his thrusts turned thicker as he grinded himself against your leg, almost like a stray dog. Darren kissed you softly on the cheek, then his kisses expanded around until he kissed your lips, your lips reminded still, however he didn’t seem to care. 

“Me cock is aching for yah…” Darren confessed through a grunt. 

“Pig!” you shrieked as his hands pawed at your rear. 

You were silenced by Darren harshly pressing his lips against yours, his tongue darted into your mouth, your tongues battled for dominance. But Darren was able to force his tongue down your throat, you grumbled into his mouth as he kept your body close to his. His hands were tugging at your clothing, hips grinding against yours as his tongue pressed against every moist inch inside of your mouth. When he finally pulled away, you were left panting for air, Darren smiled innocently at you, whilst he rubbed his hard on. 

“Need to taste yah too… so fookin’ hungry, I didn’t eat all day!” Darren explained through a rushed tone as he pushed you onto the couch. 

You shuddered out as he abruptly yanked down your shorts, he crawled on top of you, his body flipped opposite so his head was by your thighs and his crotch hovered over your face. Darren inhaled your scent, his fingers trembled over your bare cunt initially, he licked his lips. 

“Darren!” you gasped out as his tongue dragged across your entrance. 

“Taste so fookin good babe!” Darren praised before he eagerly attached his mouth back to your cunt. 

He ate you as if you were an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day, his tongue swished around in every direction. Those roughly trimmed fingernails of his dug into your thighs. Impulsively, his hips pressed against your face, you cringed underneath him and begged him to get off but he ignored your desperate pleas. 

“Can you take me into yah mouth babe?” Darren panted, his face poked out from between his arm and chest. 

He took your whimpers as a yes and quickly freed his throbbing length. You mewled, your mouth closed shut as he pressed his tip against you. Darren huffed, momentarily he believed if he kept on poking your lips with his dick you’d suddenly open up. Resulting in another solution, he pressed a finger inside of you and you squealed out. 

As his cock quickly slipped into your widening hole, you moaned around his size. It wasn’t necessarily long, but the man had girth. Darren grumbled out and moved you both onto your sides, his hips bucked, your thighs locked his head in. Whilst his tongue willingly darted in and out of you, you grumbled, choked and gagged around him. 

All he could think about was filling your sweet pussy with his babba. A small one would force you to stay with him. He’d get a job to take care of your little family, you’d stay home and look after the first of many babbas. 

“Fuck babe… So fookin’ good” Darren whined out. 

Suddenly, Darren’s eyes rolled back, his hips locked in and his member bursted inside of you. Darren whined out pathetically, he bit onto your inner thigh as his legs trembled, your mewls added extra vibrations for his sensitive member. 

“Missed yah so fookin bad!” Darren hissed out, his eyes squeezed shut. “Pig and Runt forever, reunited at last! Never gonna see another day wit-out you! Mine! My babe, my queen, my Runt!” Darren cheered. 

As his cock slipped out of your mouth, you heaved out, too afraid to say anything back to him.