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i think they have the most amazing potential 📺💻

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daisuke, who waits eagerly from the cabinets for you to come by, fingers itching for something to do despite the work in his hands already

daisuke, who holds you close and allows the world to fade away until it's nothing but your very essence

daisuke, who whispers sweet words into your ear as he keeps you close, listing down every single thing he loves about you

daisuke, who kisses your lips with care, as if you may crack, yet still with a passion that set you ablaze

daisuke, who allows his hands and lips to trail down your body, worshipping and fawning as if you were one of his most prized ceramics

daisuke, who suddenly sweeps you off your feet, his hooded eyes gazing at you with adoration as he mutters something about how his work may need to wait a bit longer

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Natalie Scatorccio is a bisexual switch and no one will ever be able to convince me otherwise.

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smut (mdni). gn! reader. grinding, messy makeout.

Daisuke is a mess. "You’re shaking? Already? But we’ve barely started." You tease, holding your hips above him, watching with a sick grin as he desperately tries to buck up into you, wanting the sweet pressure. He can only let out a breathy whimper, biting his lip as his eyes flick between your hips to your eyes to your hips again.

"P- Please," He manages to get out, "Need it- need you," Daisuke is trying his best to be patient, but he's not sure how much more teasing he can handle before he's bursting in his pants. "Please,"

"Well, since you're asking so nicely." You coo, leaning your head down to press your lips to his as your hips connect with his hardened length. Slow, languid drags that has him gasping and moaning. "You gonna cum in your pants for me, hmm?" Your lips trail down his jaw, his neck, sucking on that spot he likes. "Answer me, Dai."

"Y... Yes, fuck, yes," His hands clench around nothing, head thrown back. "Keep- keep going, shit, gonna make a mess for you- gonna-" His hips stutter upwards, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you down hard against him, feeling the wet warmth that spreads on his jeans, wetting your own.

After some heavy breathing and some sweet coos from you, Daisuke is coming back to reality with a very flushed face. "Crap... Swansea's so gonna kill me for being late..." He grumbles, wondering how fast he can shower as your laughter fills the room.

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Catdad!Price

John gets home after a difficult, long deployment and, when he embraces you, he looks down when he hears a grumble. It's animalistic, a warning. And, when he looks down at the ground, just beside you, is a cat.

"You got a cat?"

He sensed your apprehension in telling him the truth as you look at him with beady eyes. "I know you've always said you prefer dogs," you began, hand rubbing against his shoulder, "but she's been coming in the garden for months and I've been feeding her... the company's nice!"

He looked down at the fur-ball, humming, "so long as you take care of her, love, I'm not fussed."

And so, that was how life persisted. You took care of everything to do with the cat until, on one sleepless night, while sitting on the sofa, the cat climbed up and settled against his chest. Immediately, his body was tense, hand hovering above the creature as thought to move it.

And then he heard it.

It was a purring.

And, him being the hypocrite he was, melted as he settled his hand against the top of the cat, gently stroking it. "You're a beauty, aren't ya?" he mumbled to the cat, "this stays between me and you though; you tell her, I'll put a bullet in you."

Unfortunately, he had not quite mastered the art of being subtle around you, for, the next time the pair of you went food shopping, he pulled a box of cat toys off the shelf and put them in the basket without even asking your opinion on them.

When he caught you grinning, he asked, "what?"

With a smile on your face, you shook you head and said, "nothing," whilst looking at the cat toys in the trolly, "it's nothing."

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omg omg, high school sweetheart!Kyle

Who enrolled in the Army as soon as he could, because here, he's doing it for the honor, the duty that weight in his bones to protect the country and all of the people he cares for - you.

You, who didn't know. Kyle never said anything about it. It's like the boy you fell in love with suddenly ceased to exist. His phone number is disconnected. His friends look at you as if you've gone mental when you ask about him, worried little thing. You looked for so long, desperate, the heartache tearing you apart, dislocating your bones until you're nothing left but the grievance that you're a victim too.

Then! Years later, here he is. In a bar in London, with a dark blue cap on his head. But you recognise him, of course, the one who got away.

Your lungs stutter. There is a whistle in your eyes. The earth stops turning. The starts align in the sky. The apocalypse arises.

He's laughing, with a little stubble beard on his cheek. You're frozen in your high chair, by the bar. The man you thought you would marry, maybe a child with - grow old, grey haired with. Who melted away like a mirage, suddenly, he is here. Sitting across the bar from you, unaware of your torment.

Until he is. Until a big guy elbows him, and your eyes flutter as he twists in his chair, and there you are. The bird he never forgot. His first, the one who made him the man he is today. His definition of love, of loyalty.

In the next second, you're stumbling on your feet, heart hammering your ribs, while you throw a bill on top of the counter. And you run away.

MLIST

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Just fluff

You’re grumpy when you first wake up. Grumbling under your breath, cursing the alarm out, and burying yourselves deeper into the warmth of the blankets.

It takes some time for you to adjust, you glare at Simon when he starts to talk, ignoring him completely because you don’t have the energy to think of an answer. Groggily blinking at him before turning the other way, pushing his hands away with an incoherent groan.

The first time Simon encounters it, he’s a bit amused; any other time you’re the perfect sweetheart. He’s learned your cues though, how to detonate the bomb festering in your sleep-fuddled mind.

Waking up from his alarm makes you less grumpy, braving the sleepy inconvenience to walk him to the front door, make sure he’s got his lunch, and kiss him goodbye with mumbled words of ‘I love you’ because sometimes he doesn’t come back.

Waking up from your alarm is a different story, you’re grouchy, slamming your hand on your phone to shut the noise up. Those are the days he leaves you be, stays on his side of the bed until you’re ready. It’s several minutes, and most of the time you fall back asleep anyways.

But when you do finally come to him, eyes slightly less puffy after washing your sleep away, oversized shirt with nothing under, but panties, two cuppas in hand, and sock clad feet, Simon thinks it’s all worth it.

When you slot yourself between his knees, straddle his lap, or lay down next him with a quiet ‘good morning’ he can’t help but grin. Snaking one hand under your shirt to sink into your soft hips.

“Grumpy girl.”

He teases, the other hand cupping the back of your neck, thumb resting over your throat possessively. He nudges you forward until your lips meet, soft, languid.

“Sorry.” You apologize somewhere between the third or fourth kiss.

He hums, doesn’t really mind, just likes to dwell in your thawed out state, irritation melting away to soft acquiescence once you’ve truly woken up.

He kisses you until the tea is cold and forgotten on the nightstand, until you start to taste like him and not morning breath. Until he pulls away and there’s the prettiest little smile on your lips.

A little drowsy. A little delirious.

“There’s my sweet girl.”

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Gaz topping Ghost while Price gives directions and Soap watches. That's it that's the post.

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Munch! Simon.

It’s not something he exactly hides.

Whether it’s passing little comments, or simply the way he could spend hours devouring your cunt.

Simon has never hidden the fact that he enjoys eating you out, almost to a sadistic level.

He was gentle at first, learning your body.

But eventually, he simply couldn’t get enough.

Not when you look so pretty riding his tongue, not when you taste so good that he can’t even help but moan against your slick cunt with every pass of his tongue.

Which was what led you to the first bout of overstimulation.

He’d been down there for nearly 10 minutes already, gentle, loving. Exploring your cunt like he’d never tasted it before.

And when you came, he kept going.

“Mm, sweet girl. Gimme more.”

His tongue would find your clit, lightly flicking over it again and again earning that addicting choked sound out of you that had him gripping your thighs a little tighter.

And when your second orgasm came, he groaned into your cunt. Lapping it up like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

“Another…c’mon baby…let me give you more.”

He’d let his tongue trail down, sinking into your clenching hole only to bring it back up to your overstimulated clit. Moaning when you bucked from the sensation.

“You can take it…I know you can…so good for me.”

Over and over, his tongue would flick your clit, briefly sucking on it which only served to make his eyes roll back downright pathetically when you pull his hair a little too tight. His hand trailing down, two thick digits breaching your sensitive hole and curling into that sweet spot that had you squirting before you could even realise.

His head would pop up, eyes as dark as the damp mud outside…that shit eating smirk on his face as he curled his fingers into that spot over and over. Release gushing out of you until you physically couldn’t take it.

“Alright…alright sweet girl…s’okay…I got ya.”

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@whore4romance this was the one I meant to tag you in 😭

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😣 first time doing an anon ask, can you maybe possibly do like an oral (f receiving) thingy with simon where he won’t stop til you literally cannot take it anymore

on your own time of course

if you wanna 🌝

This!

Simon and his love for overstimulating his sweet girl.

He can’t fathom the idea of not making you feel so incredibly good that you can’t move afterwards.

He prides himself on being good, on knowing what makes his little love lose her mind in the best ways.

So when he goes down on you? It’s a long process.

Making you cum once is an easy achievement, he doesn’t stop though. Not when you taste so damn good that he can’t help but groan into your cunt and firmly grip your hips to keep you in place whilst his tongue flicks over your abused clit for what felt like the 100th time.

“Gimme another one…c’mon…i know you can…please”

He’s pussy whipped and he knows it, he’d die between your legs happily. Eating you out like a starved animal over and over until your desperately pushing at his head to get him to stop. Tears of overstimulation pricking the corners of your eyes is when he finally lets up, showering gentle kisses across your thighs.

“Always so good for me…my sweet girl…did so well.”

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Overstimulated

tags/cw: 3k, in media res, pwp, dirty talk, overstimulation, piv!sex, anal, oral (f!receiving), dacryphilia (surprise, surprise, do i know any other tricks?)

this is nothing but smut. enjoy <33

You screamed as the vibrator was pressed to your clit.

You didn't know how long you'd been here, in this state of heightened arousal, forced to cum again and again . . . and again. It felt like it had been days, weeks, years. It felt never ending and never beginning, always just being. It twisted all your brain processes, higher and lower, to be focused solely on this. On you. On the sensations he was wringing from your body thrust by cruel thrust.

"There you go, baby, just like that. Let it all out."

You clamped down on his cock like a vice, attempting to buck your hips but with the weight of him pressing you down from behind you were unable to do more than arch into his torso, the bulk of him unmoving.

"I know you can take it, you've been doing so well for me," he cooed into your ear. You were barely able to hear him over the rushing blood. Tears streamed from your eyes as he traced one with his tongue, starting at your chin. "Taste so sweet."

He pressed the vibrator more firmly to your clit as he slammed his hips into the fat of your ass, driving a punched out yelp from the base of your throat before he picked up a steady rhythm once more.

You scrambled trying to pull yourself from his hold but he just tightened the arm keeping you pinned to him and drove into you at a new angle.

You couldn't breathe. You were panting trying to gulp down air in between sobs but it felt like a losing battle. Each tiny sip of air abruptly punched out of you by the thrust of his cock as it carved you open, making a home for itself inside you.

You tried to dance away from the intense sensations but he just chased you, keeping the vibrations placed just right to send you skyrocketing into another orgasm, a wave that burned as it crested through you leaving tendrils of fiery heat to lick along your extremities as you shattered.

You gasped into the floor your face was pressed against, him not having the decency to take you in a bed. Your eyes unseeing, you stared into space as you let out a shrill scream. Back arching. Muscles locking. You trembled as your orgasm worked its last vestiges through you, the rush something to be endured until it eventually ended.

Collapsing as your body released all its tension, you panted with your newly relaxed lungs, drinking greedy lungfuls as he pulled the vibrator away from your clit and stilled seated fully inside you. Your hand shook where it laid in front of your face, a tremor making its way through your muscles, making your teeth rattle. You didn't have long to witness it before he started moving once more.

"No! No more, please," you sobbed, clawing outwards—trying to pull yourself away however possible. He sat up and pushed his palm directly between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the floor as he pulled back to slam into you once more. No more than three strokes and he was angling to drive into the gummy patch of nerves inside your pussy. "Please! I can't take anymore," yelped into the heated air.

"You'll take it until I say that you're done." He pressed the vibrator back to your clit, groaning as you bucked to try and get away from the sensations, smiling at your resultant screech and cry, tears falling at the intense sensations. "And you'll thank me for it each time." He threaded his free hand through the hair at the back of your skull, leaned down on that elbow to brace his weight. Your cheek pressed firmly to the cold floor as your nipples rubbed against it with each jostling thrust from behind.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against your ear, deep voice rumbling as he growled out, "You're gonna cum until you can't cum anymore. And then I'm going to make you do it one. More. Time," his words punctuated by sharp thrusts. You yowled at the sensation. "Now say thank you."

"Thank you, thank you—" you babbled even as you tried to claw your way out from under him, feet kicking and hips bucking, trying to get away from his cock piercing you and the vibrator that was sending electric currents through your body. You couldn't do it again, you couldn't. It was too much, too intense. It was going to drive you insane.

You heard a faint click through the roaring in your ears before the sensations between your legs increased. A scream tore its way out of your throat as you violently bucked, trying to get away only to hear him laughing over your shoulder. You were squeezing his cock so tightly you were surprised it was still getting bloodflow, the muscles having clamped down after your first orgasm and not let up since.

"There she is. That's my girl."

Your knees pressed achingly against the hard floor. You could feel the bruises forming even now. How long was this going to go on? He'd torn orgasm after orgasm from you already and didn't seem to be slowing down. If anything, each time you shattered it seemed to give him new purpose. New drive to see that expression cross your face one more time. Just once more. With no end in sight.

The next time you came it snuck up on you. All you felt was heat, your cunt surely a furnace at this point, capable of searing anything it touched. You spasmed—milking his cock. He rode out the wave pressed fully inside giving you something to grip onto as you worked to pull him as deeply as possible.

"Where's my thank you?" he purred into your ear. All you could do was sob—tears, snot, and drool running down your face unattractively as he watched you with avarice, greedy for every part of you.

You spasmed as the vibrator moved just enough to light your nerves up with new fireworks. A full-body twitch as you pleaded, "I can't, I can't—"

"This is for you baby. This is what you needed." He crooned cruelly. You cried underneath him as he continued, "You're so beautiful when you come undone for me. So perfect."

He hauled you up so you were properly on your knees but still slumped over with your face to the floor. He started a brutal pace, hamming into your sensitive walls with no regard, "My perfect slut. Such a whore for my cock that you'll cum again and again. It's like you can't help yourself," he cooed into the heavy atmosphere, the sound of his hips meeting your ass a furious tempo. "Such a needy little cockslut, aren't you?"

He slapped your ass when you didn't answer quickly enough, the pain merging into all the rest of what you were feeling. "Don't worry, baby. I'll give you my cock until you can't take it anymore. You don't have to worry about this pretty pussy being empty. Not when I'm here."

You timed your breaths to the thudding of his hips, still unable to stop the tears that were streaming down your face. You felt another a wash of fiery pinpricks racing up your thighs to coalesce in your pelvis, a warm ball of heat that was growing once more. "Please," you begged, unsure if it was for less or more.

He ignored your plea to adjust the vibrator on your puffy clit until it caused your voice to break, chasing that perfect placement. When he found it stars lit up behind your eyes. This was it. The end. You didn't have anything else in you to give after this. You felt your core clenching tighter and tighter, climbing that crest, ready to fall over. It crashed into you with all the subtly of a wrecking ball.

He moaned at the way you squeezed him, hips stuttering as you clenched around him, filling you, his own orgasm timed perfectly with yours. He pressed firmly into the fat of your ass with a few more sharp thrusts. He hoped you bruised. Hoped you'd remember him every time you sat down. That the fat of your asscheeks would hold his marks for days to come.

"There we go, sweetheart. Take it. Take it all," he panted.

The vibe dropped away from you as he came, letting you relax into the feelings of him filling you, the wash of heat against the back of your channel.

"My little slut. So fucking perfect."

He stayed pressed inside of you for a time before pulling out, your puffy cunt too swollen to let his spend drip out. "Good girl, keeping it all inside," he praised as he spread your cheeks to look at your swollen folds. He dragged his fingers along your slit, collecting the wetness before he brought it up to your swollen clit. He circled it a few times but the sensation was muted after the intense vibrations that had just occurred.

He drew his hand back to press two fingers into your slit and you whined at the sensation, still sensitive.

"Does that hurt, baby?"

You couldn't find the words to answer him, a monotone hum all you could muster.

"Okay. Not inside." He pet at your puffy lips, fingers soaking up the copious amounts of slick that painted your entire pelvis. You were relaxing into the soft touches when his fingers traced up higher to circle the rim of your asshole.

You jerked forward. The motion so unexpected that you made it out of his hold for the first time that night. "No, no, no, no—" you shrieked. He hauled you back underneath him, pinning you down with his chest against your back. Holding you captive.

"Shhh, I'm doing this for you. Giving your poor cunt a break. It's what you wanted wasn't it?" You couldn't say anything in response, just laid there while you pleaded in your mind for this to end. "You're my big girl aren't you? You can take it. One more, baby," he cooed condescendingly into your ear, "Just give me one more." Leaning back, he brought one hand to the back of your neck keeping you in place while his other went back to tracing around your puckered rim.

He pressed one broad, blunt finger inside—the stretch shocking in a way you thought had been burnt out of you tonight. You whined at the fullness of it.

He thrust it smoothly in and out, letting your rim loosen at the gentle sensations. "There we go, just like that. Let me in." One finger became two, too quickly. The unexpected stretch of a second digit causing you to tense up. "You can't squeeze, baby. I'm coming inside one way or the other."

You gasped as he scissored his fingers, stretching you out, getting you ready for his cock.

When he notched at your rim, you couldn't help the wash of tears that flooded your eyes. Too overwhelmed to do more than lay there and cry as he slowly pressed, spreading that tight ring of muscle until his head popped inside. Twin groans twined through the air as you both adjusted to the sensation. He rocked forward gently, inching deeper as you squeezed and clenched on his cock.

"That's it," he purred, "Taking me so well. Fuck, the way you squeeze me, it's fucking perfect." He slid forward another couple of inches.

The stretch was intense, bordering on too much. It felt like he was splitting you in two, forcing himself in an area far too small. The heft of his cock pressed achingly inside, your soft walls spreading to accommodate him.

"Please, it's too much. Please take it out," you pleaded through your tears.

"It's not too much. You were made for me, sweetheart. This cunt, this ass, that mouth. It's all made just for me." He pressed in the rest of the way, speaking over your yowl of pain at the deep stretch, "And I'll make sure you know it. Gonna ruin this pretty hole."

He didn't give you time to adjust, setting a fast tempo right off the bat. Little uh uhs slipped out of you at every thrust. Slowly you forced yourself to relax into the punishing drives, softening to allow his cock to glide freely through your tight rim. Your back slouched down in relief at the manageable sensations before you heard the click of the vibrator once more and you knew what was coming.

You bucked and fought when he brought it to your clit but he rode it out, keeping pressed close to you he groaned at the punishing clench of all your muscles at the vibrations. Your scream echoed around the empty room, bouncing off the walls to come at you in stereo. A high pitched shriek that made your throat ache.

"There we go, there we go," he cooed, "This is what you needed. Needed to cum around a big cock in this tight, fat ass. Needed me to remind you that you're mine." He drove into you, fast-paced thwack thwacks as he met the plush skin of your ass.

"Taking me so fucking well. Made for me. 'M never letting you go."

You cried at the intense pleasure he was wringing from you. The tantalizing stretch of your ass along with the vibrations pressed against your clit ensured you had no choice in the rise of another orgasm. You fought it, trying your hardest to push it down, to ignore the buildup but it was inevitable. Unavoidable. It was a flood that was soaking into every shred of space you had, filling you until you had no choice but to let it spill over.

You spasmed at the crest of it. One final clench before everything lit up in an overstimulated mess as your vision went dark. It felt like you were underwater, the wave of pleasure so intense it drowned out any other thoughts. You weren't aware of your body jerking and fighting against his hold, unaware of him groaning as he pressed as deeply as possible, painting your insides with his cum.

The vibe clicked off as you both panted into the deafeningly quiet air. It was with a groan that he pulled out, your fluttering rim trying to keep his cum inside but it was a losing battle with how it gaped. He watched it drip out of you before pressing it back inside with two fingers, listening to the squelch.

Moving the two of you to the bedroom, he left you laying on the sheets as he went to get a warm washcloth. Cleaning you up gently he tossed it to the side after a perfunctory wipe down of himself. He came up to lay beside you and kissed your cheek. You turned to him with a shy smile.

"Can I have one more?" you asked quietly. An unexpected request in the dim evening air. "A soft one to fall asleep to?"

He wasn't sure he'd heard right at first. But then you would've thought you'd just offered him the world with how soft his eyes went at your request. Another confirmation that you were made for him. Perfectly aligned. "—Perfect thing. Of course."

He kissed you gently before moving down your body, stopping to play with your sensitive nipples—slightly chafed from rubbing against the floor all night. He plucked them into hard little nubs but didn't tease for too long. Kissing down your soft stomach he came to rest between your spread thighs.

"You just lay there and look pretty, sweetheart. I've got you."

The first press of his mouth was as gentle as could be but you still hissed at the stimulation, remnants of aftershocks zinging up your spine at the feeling. He splayed his tongue soft and wide, tasting you from the bottom of your slit up to your clit before pressing soft circles to the little bundle of nerves. You moaned. It was the perfect way to unwind after the intensity of before. A gentle comedown.

"You taste so good. So sweet. I could stay buried in your thighs forever," he pulled back to press a soft kiss to the plush skin of your thigh cradling his cheek before diving back into your pussy, "Keep you cumming on my tongue, my perfect pet. All you'd have to do is lay there and take it."

"Please," you mewled, arching—trying to get that much closer. "Please, I need—"

"Relax into it. Don't chase it," followed by a firm suckle to your clit before he dipped back down to catch your slick on his tongue.

Focusing on your breathing, you did your best to follow his command. A deep breath calmed the sparking connections lighting up throughout your body, lowering them to something richer. Headier. You relaxed into the feeling of him kissing you, practically making out with your pussy. Let the feeling build organically.

You needed just that little push more. "Please, can I have a finger," you asked him, voice soft in your relaxation, no hint of demand.

"Sweet girl can have anything she wants," he responded, moving to slip a single finger into your sensitive, tender pussy. You sighed into his touch, his finger providing just enough stimulation, just enough heft for you to grip, to push you that little bit further.

He took his time, pulling soft noises from you unencumbered as you lay there, spread out for him to enjoy. He worked you up slowly, a growing heat building in your core lick by lick, gentle thrusting accompanying. You almost didn't recognize it when you came.

It was a relief, this last orgasm. It swept through you from your toes up to your head, a wash of feel-good hormones flooding your system. You sighed into the sensation, muscles clenching and relaxing in turns.

He kissed you once more, a soft barely there press of his lips against your clit as he slipped his pruny finger free and moved up to cradle you in his arms. Wrapped up firmly he kissed your temple, "Go to sleep, sweetheart, I've got you."

And you did.

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simon would sit you on his lap and feed you meat he’s cooked to perfection after his hunt. if you let out the slightest of moan from the taste this man would instantly get bricked up. has a praise kink. loves to see your reaction to his food.

“mmm, you like that lovie?” while you just nod excitedly.

sometimes you really can’t help yourself so you start grabbing his hand and sucking his fingers into your mouth. you’re not even trying to be sexy about it! it really is that good!

too bad, because he will lose his shit and immediately drag you to the bedroom and give you another serving of #meat

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Simon definitely thinks it’s funny to go “pspsps” to get your attention, like a naughty cat he’s wrangled.

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so- a scenario I was thinking about-

freshly remarried, john takes a liking to you, his step daughter. strong liking. and becomes extremely protective of your grown ass and your dating life. classic.

it’s annoying, but you don’t feed it- ignorance is the sharpest knife, right?

gets worse. especially while you’re storming in your childhood bedroom. furious over the phone with your ex, who’s holiday weepy and “wants to try again, i need you, give me another chance.”

and john, ever the eavesdropper, charges into your room and snatches the phone from your hands, and says into the speaker-

“no man should be talking to my daughter like that.”

a shameful realization hits your stomach like a brick. his sudden possessiveness. his claim of you. the fact you like it.

he sees the light bulb go off in your head and doesn’t have the wherewithal to turn it off.

oh you know he's not actually disconnecting that call before he starts cooing at you, either. lets the little twit listen as he lays you out on your bed. he's heard exactly how that boy treats you, your pathetically faked moans and the degrading way you let him speak to you. daddy will just have to show you both how his sweet girl deserves to be treated. and if he memorizes that number before finally ending the call just to send the boy a picture of your pretty cunt, all swollen and dripping his seed, well. he was begging for a bone.

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Simon Riley who’s got you bent in half, fucking you within an inch of your life, plunging his fat cock so deep you can feel it bruise your cervix.

But he’s kissing you so fucking softly and tenderly, whispering sweet words and pretty promises against your swollen lips— s’fuckin’ pretty, gonna make you my pretty little wife. Keep you as mine forever.

The contrast has you so strung out, stretched thin pulled between each tether. It constricts your chest, has your mind gumming, pooling into each curl of his tongue, words coiling a vice grip around your heart.

But you don’t even have time to think about them or respond, not when his thrusts are so cruel, unrelenting, making sure the claim of his cock takes and makes his words true.

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Gaz is such a sweetheart:(

He loves you so much, 100% loverboy, an absolute gentleman when it comes to you.

Going on a walk together and your shoe unties? He’s already on his knees tying them back up for you.

Mud on the ground? He’s lifting you up like a damn princess, theres no way his baby is going to ruin the new heels he bought her!

Opening doors? Who’s she? You don’t know her.

His hand is always on you, gently guiding you so you don’t run into anything or anyone. Your lower back, hands, even the top of your head at times- he’s steering you clear of any danger.

Oh, you dropped your fork? He’s picking it up for you. Ah, he was too late, there goes his hand to rest on the corner of the table so you don’t hurt yourself<3

He’s always cooking for you. Oh, you want to help? No, that’s okay, just sit your pretty self on the counter so he can watch you while he makes your favorite!

Cold? Have his jacket, he’s survived worse than a little breeze before, sweetie, you don’t have to worry about him.

If you’re at a pub, his clinging to you. What if some bastard comes and tries to hit on his lady? Absolutely not!! His arm is hooked around your waist, shoulders, his hand is in yours.. anything to show you’re taken.

His hand is constantly in yours, letting you play with his fingers, calloused from work. He lets you tend to his wounds when you really feel the need to, even if it’s just putting a cute bandaid on a paper cut.

He kisses you so gently:( his hands feathering over your cheeks, holding you like you’d break if he put too much pressure down:( his lips brush against yours- he can’t resist the urge to tease you when you lean up impatiently:(

Kyle Garrick is a loverboy and would do anything for his gal.

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caleb likes you sleeping with your head on his chest.

perhaps, it's the way the pressure keeps him grounded. his night anxiety is usually making his rest time unbearable - both physically and mentally. with you by his side, though, caleb feels more at ease. lighter yet anchored to the safety you offer him, probably without even realizing how much you help him every time you sneak into his bed and allow him to hold you in his arms throughout the night.

although caleb still has trouble to fall asleep sometimes, he doesn’t experience all the terrifying sensations that he's so used to by now. but like a ray of sunshine, you shine your way into his heart that he thinks is rather a doomed place - a graveyard of broken hopes and shattered dreams, just like his life is.

perhaps, though, another reason why caleb likes you sleeping on his chest so much is the fact that he can watch you.

you look pretty like that, on top of him. his sweet temptation that takes the form of the prettiest soft-hearted angel he's ever put his eyes on.

most of the time, caleb just watches you silently and wonders - daydreams - if your lips taste as sweet as they're soft. sometimes, he likes to pat your head and brush his knuckles over your face in the way that makes a simple gesture of affection look almost akin to worship.

this moment is sacred. in the storm of pain that surrounds caleb, your asleep expression so soft even though you're a little messy, with tangled hair and puffed out cheeks; and for a moment - as quick as a heartbeat - you don’t look unreachable.

it's little moments like this, caleb thinks. it's little moment like this, when his lips press against your forehead yet again and your body instinctively moves closer into the touch, that makes his yearning even stronger.

just a little bit of your heart would be enough. if only you saw him as a man you love and not just a gege who always takes care of you... if only you saw right through him and noticed the true extent of his feelings... if only the two of you weren't scared to take a leap of faith and give into what you truly want and need...

right now, though - when your cheek presses against caleb's chest and you nuzzle closer to his body in your sleep, almost as if you're instinctively seeking out his warmth and protection - he can close his eyes and pretend that you're finally his.