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I love the idea of bakery!gf and bralker. Those are her boys and she will make sure they're loved and cared for.

exactly🥲

bakery owner!reader is just so caring and sweet and keeps her boys fed no matter what they’re so so spoiled

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Thinking about Luke who has a supportive lady friend (they're not together yet, the team has a betting pool that Stuart totally did not start) who maybe he's known for a while and the two of them have Feelings™ for each other but they're both stupid and don't admit them. One day Luke's recovering with a sprained ankle or some minor injury, and she's on babysitting duty and she has a lil surprise for him. He's all like "????" and she's like "shush close ur eyes" and he just humors her. And she gives him a lil handmade headband with both his team's color and her favorite color so that she's "always there to support (him)" and luke.exe stops working and she's a bit nervous bc fuck he doesn't like it and then he gives her like the biggest hug bc no one has ever done this for him

it becomes his lucky headband and he literally will not play without it how dare you ask him to do otherwise

hey so this is one of the asks tht was legitimately not in my inbox till a couple weeks ago. anyway.

i think this is the CUTEST. THING. especially bc i luvv luvvvv lukes hair in the beginning where it’s a bit longer and he wears his headband during games.

it’s probably just simple thin threads woven around a headband, but it’s purple mixed w ur favorite color and u kinda babble like it’s okay if u don’t like it i just was bored and had the idea and

he’s gotta interrupt with his own stammering bc he feels bad tht ur so suddenly nervous and. he’s probably been having a hard time himself with stuff and i think u thinking of him so sweetly and how u had been caring for him wld make him cry. he’s red in the face and asks u to come closer and gives u the biggest hug

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daddy!rob buying u toys when ur regressed cuz he knows ur too embarrassed to ask for them urself.

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watching back some extinction clips and realizing just how no nonsense rob would be if u were rly misbehaving. he does not play

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need to rut all over charlies lap with his pants barely down cigarette between his lips arms over the back of the couch. he’ll laugh and coo when u struggle and paw at his chest, whining for him to help u, pls fuck u

he’ll mutter smth like ‘pathetic little girl’ before reaching down to force ur hips back and forth till u cream all over his cock

makes u kneel down to clean up the mess while he goes through another cigarette. puts it out on ur tongue and laughs at the way u sputter nd then takes u upstairs to fuck u proper

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need—for normal reasons—you to tell me simon making u squirt for the first time

i think it’d probs happen on complete accident ..

like .. we know he’s got a mouth problem n always wants to be attached to ur tits. tht obviously translates to ur clit n when he’s eating u out

he’s had a baaad day n all he wanted was to be close to u, snuggle up and let his mind go blank for a bit. it’s calm at first, ur reading or looking at smth on ur phone while he lazily licks up and down ur slit, drooling a mess onto the towel u put down bc u knew he’d get spit and ur slick everywhere ..

simon’s probably braindead with content. ur chill too, obviously seriously turned on but uve adjusted to this behavior enough to get used to having to wait to cum, or sometimes not even at all. brain his brain is all mushy, eyes a bit teary as he sniffles abt how he loves mama, ur petting his hair and his cock starts to swell while he sucks on ur puffy clit

eventually he starts rocking his hips, grinding down against the bed. tht turns into moans into ur cunt, gentle sucks transforming to hot, wet kisses. he has to keep pulling off to breathe, and at some point stuffs a couple fingers into ur neglected hole

ur both whining at this point, squirming around against the sheets, book or phone or whatever abandoned. he flip flops between focusing more on fingering u, letting drool dribble off his tongue to add to the mess, and licking u all clean to watch the sticky essence spread again. ur toes curl when he crooks his fingers again and if he weren’t so whimpery and dazed, u’d think he’s doin it on purpose

he just realllyy wants to make u feel good, and in turn also please himself by eating u out. his own cock probably aches in his boxers while he ruts down like a horny dog, but he refuses to pull away from ur sobbing pussy till u say to stop. there’s sticky strings connecting his chin and ur clit everytime he pulls away to gasp for air. he’s so desperately shoving his fingers into u, curling them just right, massaging tht sweet spot tht has ur thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“mama- mh- gimme- please cum?”

he suckles over ur clit again, cheeks hollowing as a few tears roll down his cheeks, a nasty slurp while he flicks his tongue till his jaw aches. u know ur gna cum, any second now, and the squeal u let out matches his surprised noise when u actually squirt.

good thing for the towel tbh, bc u make a mess of his neck, his chest, his mouth bc he moans all stuttery like a pornstar before mouthing over ur puffy lips, suckling and licking like a mad man. u barely even realize what happened until he’s babbling,

“didn’ know u could do tha’-“

“tastes so good- nnh- so sweet”

“was tha’ good mama? mmh- ‘s all sticky-“

ur twitching and quivering like a newborn deer, panting with tacky sweat making ur skin stick to the sheets. delirious with pleasure, u knock a hand down to bump against his forehead, trying to push him away cuz he’s still slobbering all over ur pussy. u can literally feel ur clit throbbing, hole clenching down when he pulls his fingers out to massage three around ur lips. he’s like a messy toddler with spaghetti, cuz there’s a big mess of shiny slick everywhere on his chin and neck and cheeks and he’s sucking it off his fingers, panting, face bright red and his eyes dialated all big and wide.

u gotta smack ur hand against his skull so he finally stops, cuz u can’t even talk yet, listening to him whine and huff and ‘but, but, but’

will help u calm down w lil kisses on ur thighs, giggles at u when u groan abt being tired, how u’ve never done tht before. he won’t show it but his ego will quadruple in size knowing he made u squirt for the first time.

u ask him to lay back so u can return the favor all seductively and he stammers and babbles tht he already came.

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think it comes to no ones surprise tht im requesting mayb a little drabble thinkin abt rob or even seb just bein all gentle :( caring :( after a bad day or smth .. smutty or not we already know theyre very gentle in their own ways know exactly what u need .. full control so u dont hav to worry abt anything …. heavy sigh ☹️

Rob always knew. It was as if he had a sixth sense for when you got like this—not that it wasn’t obvious with you cuddled up in bed, a small frown on your mouth as you stared at your phone.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, sweetheart,” he murmured as he crawled in bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you. His nose nuzzled briefly in your neck, little kisses on your jaw.

“Hm?” you hummed. “Oh—nothing.” Your voice was small and quiet. You could hardly get out more than a few words without wanting to shut down.

“Nothin’?” he asked. “Just starin’ at a blank screen, huh?” He could only see half of your face from this angle, so he leaned over your shoulder to try and catch your eye. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”

Your frown deepened. “Nothing. Just don’t feel good, I guess. I don’t know why I feel like this all the time now.”

“Like what, honey?”

“Just like garbage. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Rob grips you tighter. “Do you want something to eat? I can get you some pudding,” he murmured, not wanting you to hurt, but not wanting to force you to talk about it.

You shook your head. “Jus’ wanna lay here.”

You wished it didn’t hurt so much to exist.

He kissed your neck. “I love you, princess.” His hand rubbed against your tummy gently. “I’m sorry you don’t feel good.”

You hummed softly and stared into the distance. The weight on your chest was unbearable, as if you were being suffocated by your own body.

The remote rested beside your pillow and he reached over to grab it, flipping through the list of recordings until he found your favorite princess movie. He kept the volume low, as to not disturb you too much, before kissing your head. “Watch this with me?”

You looked up at the screen. Your favorite princess danced across the screen, singing softly through the opening credits. A familiar childlike comfort settled over you and you snuggled back into Rob’s arms. “Okay papa,” you whispered, mushing your cheek against his arm. “…Thank you.”

Rob pulled you tighter into him, mouth next to your ear as he quietly began to sing her song to you, hand brushing through your hair.

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Ellie Ellie Ellie

Nikolai with this kind of hairstyle, but it's a long pony:

omg wait ur onto smth cuz tbh i picture nikolai w hair a bit longer than robs and he just ties it back (ik he actually has like .. way longer hair ..) but like … kamski look where he has an undercut and keeps it up in a bun or smth ? mmm

complete side note but i luv how almost all his characters have his ear piercing ;( so cutie its just canon now for like every boy

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latest charlie fic got me freaking my shit I’m losing it over here Ellie u put drugs in there or something 😭😭😭😭🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

LMAODJDK the drugs are simply charlie

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hi <3 i am once again thinking about being slapped hard in the face by charlie… getting spanked by charlie… tears and slobbering and purple bruises and red marks from charlie… and him calling u a good girl at the end… 😦😦😦

“ah!”

“thought I told you to be quiet?” the scolding words roll off his tongue right after his big palm lands on your ass again.

it’s humiliating, every single time, the breath hitching in your throat, the whiny mewls with each spank. such a crybaby, but you misbehave so often anyway, always thinking you’ll pout your way out of punishment.

not tonight. not when charlie’s brow was furrowed upon coming home, not when he had this irritation bubbling in his chest ever since the first minor inconvenience this morning on the job. it snowballed, and whilst most of the time your sweet demeanor and fresh baked goods mellow him out, sometimes he needs to push.

“i- but-“

smack.

“owh!”

“the only thing i better hear is i’m sorry, fuckin’ brat.” even though he’s angry, it’s a habit to run his hand over the reddened, hot skin, soothing the flesh he’s struck. you don’t know whether it makes it worse or better sometimes.

a sniffle leaves you, eyes a bit watery but not yet crying fully. “‘m sorry, Charlie..”

“that’s better, doll.” he tuts quietly, lightly patting on your plump ass cheek before giving a slight nudge. “kneel.”

the order is simple, one you’ve had plenty of times. taking just a moment to amble off his lap, you lower to the floor. sitting back on your heels is the worst part honestly, feet digging into your cheeks and reminding you of the incessant throb over your skin, the way your puffy clit twitches for attention.

with your eyes shiny, face hot and lower lip wobbling, you stare up at charlie expectantly. sat comfortably on the edge of the bed, he tilts his head down at you, admiring your bare tits, only dressed in your skirt, your poor blouse was ripped off earlier, you think a few of the buttons came off.

“y’know i don’t like when you talk back.” he mumbles, tone deep, chiding, reaching out to swipe a thumb under your eye, catching some mascara and a tear. you blink, knowing better than to respond just yet as he admires you.

thick fingers tuck some hair behind your ear, sliding down under to your chin with the quietest tsk. “i dunno if i forgive you yet.” he says it with a slight lilt that insinuates he has an idea, further play.

your brows twitch just slightly, a puppy dog look he absolutely adores as you whine in your throat. he smacks his tongue, head tilting to the side with a coo, “what? huh?”

a slight nudge pushes your cheek against his palm, a silent plea, and he knows what you want. it’s the same idea that’s been swimming in his head for over a week.

his fingers thud on your cheek. it’s a barely there feeling, a little love tap at most.

still, it startles you. there’s a little noise in your chest, blinking up at him like a confused puppy dog being told to do a trick it doesn’t know yet. it didn’t hurt, of course, and it’s something he does often to get your attention if you’re zoned out.

again. just a bit more force, enough to gently jostle your head. blinking again, you swallow and open your mouth to speak.

slap.

“ah-“

“don’t.” he pulls your chin back to facing him again, a warning look on his face. “just sit there.”

another hit. then, another. each one more intense, making your balance shift slightly with every one. a moment later and they’re really stinging, a slight hurt that has you flinching with expectations once he pulls his hand back.

the impact of his hand on your cheek burns, leaving behind throbbing skin tinted hotly. your lower lip wobbles, and then there are fresh tears lining your lashes, akin to the ones from your spanking, except this time these ones start to fall.

“poor girl..” charlie croons softly, faux sympathy as his balls ache from seeing you cry, followed by a smack of his tongue. “shouldn’t have talked back then.” another slap, this time, it does hurt, and your hand instinctively rises to grab your face. “ah- down.” it’s pushed away immediately.

you whimper, curling your hands against the fabric of your skirt, thighs pressed tightly together. it’s difficult to actually obey for once. your cheek stings, and he’s been hitting the same one. during spankings, he at least alternates sides.

slap.

the sound cracks throughout the bedroom, pulling a whiny noise from your throat, a stifled whimper that makes his cock ache in his jeans. you squirm, wiggling your hips a bit to adjust off of how your heels dig into your still sore ass cheeks.

“quit moving or your face will match your ass.”

the warning is followed by another hit, hard, a sharp echo that allows tears to finally roll down your cheeks. it’s enough to get you to still, considering the purpled bruise on your ass, accompanied by the surface cut from his ring, is not a pain you want elsewhere.

“‘m sorry-“ maybe it was speaking out of line, but there’s the natural instinct to apologize to him, the base need to obey and be good.

it works, because it gets a sweet coo out of him. “oh, i know, lovie. ‘m not finished yet, though. so sit still and be quiet, okay?” you don’t get to even consider responding before there’s another hit.

you yelp, like a puppy when someone steps on its paw or tail. it repeats, over and over. he only smacks the other cheek a few times, and it’s almost mocking in the way he uses the backs of his fingers lazily instead, more so adjusting the position of your head rather than striking. then, it’s right back to the burning one.

tears soak trails down your face, this pathetic and pitiful look worn as you stare up at him. between hits, your eyes dart over his arms, down his neck, eventually landing on the bulge in his dark jeans that has to be uncomfortable at this point. your mouth waters, whimpering softly before flitting your eyes back upwards to his stone face.

charlie quirks his brows just ever so slightly, and if you didn’t know him as well as you do, you would’ve missed it. the hand turns gentle as he rubs a thumb over your cheek, the flesh burning, throbbing hot. somewhere beneath that heat is a flush of pure embarrassment, because once that sensation is gone, it leaves your focus available to notice how fucking turned on you are.

surely there’s a mess between your thighs, smeared into plush skin and leaking all over. it’s humiliating, how despite the way you whine at the pain, flinch, will pout and complain later at how sore you are, you like it.

charlie leans back now, blue eyes dark and lidded. the same palm that struck you now pushes his hair back, smoothing it from his forehead. resting on his other hand, he moves to cover the crotch of his jeans. a barely there breath gets sucked in, and you both stare at each other in this tense moment.

you know what he wants, he already has it. you’re sniffling like an upset child, tears wetting your cheeks and snot beneath your nose. you feel ashamed, earlier behavior in the night now being regretted, the pain settled in enough to be a persistent reminder.

your hands curl tighter into your skirt, shifting just slightly on your knees. your eyes dart down, to the rug, up to his hand on his cock, then to his face, and repeat.

it’s cute, the way you fidget under his staring, how you don’t know what to do with yourself. he loves it, loves the way you cry and try to keep quiet, can practically see the begging on the edge of your tongue. his fingers massage over his cock, slow and lazy.

though, he knows this was more than usual, and he doesn’t ever want to be mean to his doll for too long.

sitting up, he mirrors in the opposite way and now leans down. his nose barely brushes against yours as one hand disappears to your legs. it sneaks between yours thighs with a bit of force to pry them open, finding your poor, neglected clit.

“oh.. nasty fuckin’ girl i have, huh?”

you whine immediately, entire body relaxing as your hips rut forward. your suspicions were correct, a mess of slick coating his fingers instantly as they push along your slit, massaging in broad and slow circles. knowing that the punishing is over, your hands leave your skirt and find his knees.

“please-“ it’s whispered out, a ghost of a breath against his lips where he smirks. “charlie-“

“my sweet, sweet girl. i didn’t know you’d like me hitting you so much.” he’s taunting, of course. he knew you’d like it, knew his pretty doll would fall for anything he suggested, anything he wanted, that some part of you would like it. knew it from the moment he first had to spank you.

“i-“ your stammering results in a little whimpered moan, a soft mewl when a thick fingertip pushes against your hole. not enough to intrude, just to play.

“cat got your tongue?” he withdraws his hand, sucking off the shiny slick as he leans backwards again, resting nonchalantly. a tilt of his head points towards the door.

“go fetch my cigarettes, doll. ‘m not done with you yet.”