#M’K

[absoluteverse]

what is the absoluteverse? how's it different from the other stuff?

An Absolute Anthology - Another Array of Allegories: Volume 1, Issue 1

“Mislay, Miscellany and Miscellaneous”

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[Note #001b: “And now you know...” - Absoluteverse Anthologies, Artworks & Animations (Tamara Timestream Throneworks x Magistralverse Masterworks Media) (Monday, May 15th, 2025)]

[gremebones]

I LOVE PITAYA DRAGON COOKIEEEEEEEEEE

There’s so many mistakes in the drawing but I don’t even care, I still really like it. I was able to draw armor once and then the muse left me so let’s pretend I can still do that, m’k? Thanks :)

[cindyisdabest]

On stream…

Summary: when you tease Chris for too long on stream. But after, he decides to teach you a lesson…

Warning: pure filth,p in v, dom!chris

Ik this is bad lmao😭 it’s my first time

!blurb!

“Fuck…” Chris murmured quietly as he hears another notification saying ‘[name] sent an attachment’

You have been teasing Chris by sending him your naughty pictures of yourself while with his brothers on stream.

Chris suddenly taps Matt on the shoulder and whispers “I’ll be right back” and leaves the room.

He knocks on your door and walks in you jumping yourself on the corner of the bed like a dog in heat.

He widens his eyes but it returns to his smirk. “Someone’s needy..” his voice lowers and walks up to you.

He puts a hand on your hip and whispers “what were you doing teasing me on stream? Those dirty pictures?” He says sending chills down your spine as he picks you up and puts you under him.

You bite your lip as he leans down to your core. “Chris please..” you whine. “Bad girls get punished hm?” He says making you whimper.

“On all fours now.” Chris says as you obliged. “Good girl” he says as he unbuckles his belt. “Now….i want you to count each all m’k?” He says before the leather strap hits your backside.

“Ahh…1…2..3” you count, tears streaming down your cheeks. Chris’s cock was already hard and there was pre-cum on the tip slightly soaking the boxers he had on.

After a few more Chris had left on your ass, he wiped your tears “we’re not finished yet princess” he says as he shimmies down on his boxers showing his hard length against your core.

“C-Chris please..” you barely finished your abeyance before Chris shoved it in you, eliciting a gasp from you slowly replacing with loud moans.

“Take it like the slut you are” Chris grunts as he thrusts in you in a steady pace making you arch your back.

“M’close” you mutter. “Come for me baby” Chris could barely finish his sentence before you came and he also rides out his own pleasure.

You fall down onto Chris as he smirks while wrapping his arms around your limp body “did I go too hard?” The blue-eyed boy says. “Ofcourse not baby I enjoyed it” you say back as you smile tiredly. You guys both fall asleep eventually but your phone get about 99+ notifications about how Nick heard you guys.

[perreqult]

Gabe Perreault yearns to have his hair pulled and be called a slut 🙂‍↕️

my lifelong dream is to make everybody fall for the sub and slutty gabe propaganda

NSFW BELOW MDNI

you’ve barley even touched him yet and he’s already quivering.

just palming his boxers, which are growing wet with pre-cum) slowly, applying slight pressure. for him it’s absolute torture. he’s been horny all day waiting for you to come home from work. he’d tried to jerk off but it just wasn’t the same without your touch.

“please.” he whispers out. quiet. soft, like he doesn’t want anybody to hear as if there’s someone near by.

“what was that? gotta speak up, baby.” he knows you heard him. you just wanna make this as torturous as possible.

“you heard m—” you take your hand back off his clothed cock, denying him any friction or pleasure.

“wh—no. fuck. put it back.” he whimpers out, face contorting to a frown.

“speak up then.” he looks down, embarrassed before swallowing his pride.

“please, i need it.” he squeals. loud enough for you.

“hmm. need it that bad?” he nods quickly, frantically.

“didn’t know you were such a slut. you begging for a handjob? fucking whore.” he moans. like whole-heartedly moans, mouth open. like hes getting off just from your words.

“you like being a little slut f’me?” he finally looks up to your eyes.

“…yes.” you laugh, mocking him. his eyes look like they’re silently pleasing for you to just touch him.

you finally snake your hands back to his cock. gliding your hands over the fabric. he’s gone back to looking at the floor in embarrassment.

“you’re gonna look at me. m’k?” he nods. “like a good little bitch, right?” he wails out a yes quickly. just wanting pleasure.

you trail your hand down his underwear, finally giving him what he wants. he’s quivering in excitement. you wrap your fingers around his shaft, thumbing the dips of his veins. he’s throwing his head back against the headboard in pleasure. letting out pathetic little cry’s. you slither your hands farther down the shaft to find his swollen tip. he twitches, face twisting in pleasure.

you thumb the slit, making him go wild. making him squirm around.

you yank his head back through gripping his dark brown curls. bringing his face to look at you, not stopping with your motions on his dick. he’s whimpering. loud.

“told you to fucking look at me.” he looks like he’s about to come right then and there, like he has to stop himself from it.

“i’m sorry. just feels so good. ill be good for you now.” you glide your hand back and forth along the shaft of his twitching cock.

your grip on his hair is still strong as you look straight into his eyes while jerking him off. you go even faster, grip tighter. chasing that wail he does when he comes.

“being a good slut f’me huh?” he moans out a yes as quickly as he can, unable to nod because of your clutch on his curls.

“you’re gonna come already? you gonna come like a little bitch. fuck- i barley even touched you.”

his pants grow faster, more erratic at he twitches around. moaning and whimpering pathetically.

“y’wanna come?”

“yes. please— fuck i need it. need it so bad.”

you wank him forward, closer to you.

“c’mon then and come. come like a little slut f’me.”

oh and he does. his whole body jerks. bucking his hips. moaning out almost pornographically, helpless as his cum splatters all over his boxers and his cock eventually lays soft. all you can do is watch as he almost cries from pleasure. reduced to nothing all from your hands.

you finally unclasp his hair and that lets his head smack the head board as he falls back onto it, exhausted.

[its-gambit]

I need to speak with you.

@nevermore-mindreader

..

M’k.

[demigodsanswer]

How about a snippet of chap 5 of the modern royals hc 🙏

This is truly all I have right now. A bunch of stuff got moved to chapter six and needs to be rewritten, because I'm changing the setting. I also am going to completely rewrite the smut that I did have because honestly, first draft just wasn't very sexy.

~

Annabeth woke up slowly, the gentle, natural kind of morning that only vacations and the rare day off allowed for. Her eyes were barely open, but she was already smiling. Percy was still holding onto her, his arm wrapped around her middle, his face buried in her curls. She wondered if they ever moved at all in their sleep. She usually rolled around quite a bit when she was on her own, usually waking up on the other side of the bed, her little plush owl Hoot on the ground (she always apologized to him as she guiltily picked him back up). But with Percy, they seemed to stay blissfully still, and she stayed safe and warm in his embrace. 

Annabeth felt Percy’s lips brush against her shoulder. “Go back to sleep, my love,” he said. 

“What time is it?” she mumbled. Percy held her tighter; she felt comfortably restrained. Protected, even. Safe. She rubbed her legs together, already warming in new ways. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Percy told her, “just go back to sleep.” 

“M’k,” Annabeth mumbled, letting her eyes close all the way again. One leg reached back and found Percy’s. She tangled them together, until his thigh was pressed against her center, just a whisper of relief. 

Percy chuckled. “I want you to rest, baby.” 

Annabeth nodded, her mind empty and floaty with sleep and desire. Listening to Percy seemed like a good idea.

[moralisist]

hobie brown x reader

a/n: requests r open 😉

warnings: i have no idea what any kinda british slang is so this might not even sound like hobie tbh lets just see how this all plays out 😭 might be a lil ooc… and a lil suggestive at the end

summary: hobie wants you there, right there with him, as he’s performing at his first big gig

“hobie, you have to go get ready! when i do your eye makeup, you can cling on me for however long you want to.” hobie has his first big gig. it seemed like you were way more excited than him seeing how he refused to get out of bed and was overly clingy this morning.

“no sweetheart, just 10 more minutes yeah? you can stay with me jus’ for 10 more minutes…” you can hear him drifting off back to sleep slowly but surely. he was unreasonably adamant in not getting out of bed which had you wondering if something else was really going on. you lay next to him and he clings on you as if it’s the last time he’s ever gonna hold you. you use your thumb to trace his face and smile at him.

“what’s wrong bee, hm? is there something on your mind that doesn’t want you to get up?” you’re staring at his closed eyes that are feigning sleep. he slowly opens them and sighs quietly. “not gonna lie to ya sweets… i’m a bit nervous. it’s only hitting me right now that this is my first gig. things could go stellar or things could go horribly wrong.” hobie opens up to you while using his thumb to rub your arms. you kiss his cheek and then his forehead and then his lips. “you’re gonna do great baby. i’ll be watching you and everyone else is gonna wanna kill me for screaming too loud. now come and let’s get ready.” at that, hobie gives you a little smile and begrudgingly gets out of bed with both of your hands laced together.

you’re doing your skin care and you watch hobie as he’s getting out the shower with a towel around his waist. “you wanna do skin care baby? it’ll make your face soft and pretty for today.” he can’t help but chuckle lightly at your choice of words. he loves you so much and he’s so happy he has someone to support him the way you do. “alright love, lemme wash my face first m’k?”

when you guys are done with your bathroom activities and have eaten it’s nearing the time hobie’s supposed to be at the gig to practice a couple hours before his actual performance. “okay hobie, we gotta go and get ready. go get dressed and i’ll do your eye makeup.” he does a little nod and puckers his lips slightly signaling he wanted a kiss. you kiss him quickly and go upstairs to get dressed and hobie follows suit.

you get dressed matching with hobie’s punk rock attire. “goodness gracious love, should we skip the gig?” he pulls you by your belt loops smirking at you. “hobie i’m not even gonna entertain you,” you’re giggling at his antics. “okay sit down so i can do your eye makeup and then we can go, okay?” he nods and sits on the bed and you straddle his lap while grabbing the materials you need. there’s a comforting silence as you’re doing his makeup. he’s gripping your waist and rubbing your thighs from time to time. you being here with him like this is calming the nerves he was pushing deep down about this gig.

“okay all done, let’s go we’re gonna be late.” hobie grabs the car keys and you’re both out of the door.

“hobie, you’re late!” gwen says sounding annoyed which you can assume is from the other bandmates since they’re all arguing about something seemingly minuscule. “honestly it doesn’t even matter, go talk to rest of them, they’ve been freaking out ever since we got here.”

hobie goes to settle things with his bandmates with his calm exterior and he manages to get them all relaxed. you were always so impressed that your boyfriends presence could calm anyone at anytime. they begin practicing and they sounded so good. gwen is playing with so much emotion and hobie is playing with so much passion and looks to his lead singer to make sure he’s following his lead. early comers start rolling in just to get some drinks before the band actually starts playing. you’re right in the front row, looking excited for them to start playing and give people a show.

they finish their last song of rehearsal and sound amazing. hobie goes down to the front row. “i want you staring at me the whole time, a’ight love? helps me focus.” he gives you a kiss and a semi long one before he pulls away seeing many people anticipating their performance.

once they start playing, you start screaming the lyrics to the songs they’re playing, especially to the songs you know hobie co-wrote. his eyes are on you the whole time. you can’t help but stare back smiling at him each time he’d play a beautiful solo. the place was getting more and more packed as the band continued to play with much more confidence then they had when rehearsing. you were so proud of hobie. his first big gig and he was doing so good on stage.

hobie finishes his last song with a strong solo. once he finishes, the entire pub goes crazy. he’s even getting standing ovations. you’re screaming your boyfriends name like you’ve been doing for the past hour, voice extremely hoarse. the band goes backstage and you follow, just wanting to congratulate and kiss hobie. “baby you did so amazing, i’m so proud of you-” before you finish your sentence, he pulls you in for a kiss smoothly. “heard you screaming my name the whole time. got me hot and bothered.” he smirks at you playfully while chuckling a little. “come on, let’s get you home hobie. gotta treat you after putting on such a performance huh baby?” you say slightly shoving him and smirking back.

a/n: sorry this was a little rushed towards the end it got so long it was exhausting for me to complete 😭😭😭

[thatsmygirl6612]

Mikey, For Some Reason. Part 1

I’m making a quote thing where it’s basically Mikey walking into someone’s room or some other place and saying the most random thing. Right before they’re about to go to sleep or something similar. They’re going to be tagged: #mikeyforsomereason Fun fact, I get these by walking into my younger brother’s room right before he goes to sleep! So, enjoy Mikey, For Some Reason pt 1! Just a note, they’ve come home after a fight and Raph being Raph has managed to get himself injured.

Mikey, for some reason:(singing) What colour is the sky? Raph, under the influence of meds: Greeeen? Mikey: What colour is the sky? Raph, still oblivious: Oooorrrange. Mikey: Nuh no no. You’re supposed to say ‘ay mi amor’. Raph: M’k. Mikey: What colour is the sky? Raph: I need more, I need more. Mikey: You tell me that it’s red! Raph: Ay mi more, Ay mi more. Mikey: Where should I put my shoes? Raph: Ay mi amor, Ay mi amor. Mikey: You say PUT THEM ON YOUR HEAD!! Raph: Yummy.

[the-squishy-scrimblo]

M’k. My motivation has officially perished so I am going to this. You can say which number you want me to draw Scrim in, but your limit is three. Please help me get motivation ;u;. See ya real soon kids!

[surferboyjj]

m’k *I say nodding my head spreading them for you*

Good girl

*I kiss den your chest and stomach*

[tiny-yoongienthusiast]

[its-gambit]

m’k

*sprawls out purring ontop of him*

You have the power.. dress up the gambits

...... =)

@its-gambit @cardcharger-lebeau

[give-soup-please]

Hi soup! I was wondering if you could write something where Narrator really likes cuddling due to his anxiety separation and Reader is constantly in a blanket burrito.

uhm also I love your work and I would write an essay on why, but I cannot due to being me. Anyways, *gives soup 🍲* ILYSM/p

(I may have done this ask because I feel like I'm getting anxiety, :))

Narrator cuddling reader due to his anxiety

(Okay, I took this one in a weird direction, and I apologize for it. If you want something else, my inbox is still open, should you wish for me to try again. I had a plot bunny that wouldn't leave, and this is the result. Again, sorry.)

Well, you can’t exactly leave him behind if you’re in his arms, can you? He holds you close and sighs in contentment. You’re squashed against him in a blanket burrito, completely relaxed.

“Ah, this is such an excellent moment. Let’s never leave it.” He says. You murmur something, but it’s muffled by the blankets. He tries not to laugh.

“Indeed, this moment, right here, is by far the best. Don’t you agree?” You stutter and stumble through a few words, then fall silent. He smiles wider. 

It’s been an hour since the two of you started cuddling, and the levels of oxytocin flooding into your body have steadily been increasing for you. The narrator is warm, and holds you protectively. 

You’re delighted. You’re also a little out of it because between him holding you and his luxurious voice, your dopamine receptors are making it hard to concentrate on anything besides how nice it feels.

It’s the perfect solution. He gets to clutch to you tightly, making sure you’re not about to abandon him, you get a natural high. His anxiety steadily decreases the longer the two of you are in contact, and having you so utterly relaxed and content while being with him is an unexpected bonus he vows to enjoy. 

“Reader~” He says, airily. “Promise me you won’t go anywhere, will you?”

You’re a bit slow to respond, but you do manage a quiet, “M’k.”

He knows it’s not polite to extract a promise from you while you’re in a slightly altered state, but the moment is delicious, like a fine wine. He’ll ask you again later to make sure that it’s something you actually want, but then-

Why wouldn’t you want this? An eternity of the best company the universe has to offer, a forever of the two of you cheering each other up, never leaving, never straying…

He’s wrapped up in his thoughts just as much as you’re wrapped up in blankets. 

“N-narrator?” You say. He lets out a small hum, letting you know he’s listening. You stare at him, slightly dazed. “...lov’ y’h.”

His heart could explode with happiness. Whether you meant it platonically or romantically, it almost doesn’t matter. You adore him, you care about him, you don’t want to hurt him. Everything’s perfect. 

What you just said caught up with you, and your face starts to flush. You wiggle a bit, wanting to create some distance between the two of you, though the blanket makes the job difficult. You settle for burying your face in his shoulder, so he can’t see you as well. God, that was embarrassing.

He chuckles. “Of course you love me, why wouldn’t you?” He notices your slight embarrassment and sets about comforting you, to push you gently back under the waves.

“It’s perfectly alright, reader.” He coos. “You’re safe with me, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. There’s no need to try and run from how you feel. No need to run at all.”

You look like you don’t believe him, and for a moment, fear trickles in. He doesn’t want you to start pushing away. Then you say, “...You sure?” His heart melts. 

“Of course I’m sure. There’s no need to go anywhere, just- just stay here. You’re happy. I’m happy. Why on earth would we want to change that?”

Makes sense to you. Through this and other statements excellently delivered by that velvet voice, you slowly ease, heart rate dropping to normal, muscles turning to mush.

The narrator sighs in contentment. He had you right where he wanted you. Content, in his arms, listening to him talk. Life is good. 

(So I'm a huge fan of cuddling, hugs, and similar things. When the pandemic happened, being extremely touch starved reared its ugly head. There were moments it felt crippling to not be able to hug a friend due to that damned virus. For about a year and a half, I went with almost no skin contact whatsoever. Then, my partner at the time started off our relationship with cuddle sessions. Let me tell you, I was completely zooted on feel good chemicals after the twenty minute mark. 'cuddle drunk' is a very real thing. It is entirely possible to turn into a giggly mess, or go silent on someone because you're so wrapped up in feeling good.)

LHJFDHSFKHDLSHFILSHILUFHDLFHJKLSDFLHI god i'm sorry i wrote this, i hope anon isn't upset lmaoooooo

[moontheanon]

Maybe

By 🌙

Warnings: mention of murder and killing.

Who?: Yandere Wilbur x YN

Requests: Nope!

What is this Moon?: this is the start to my new series! This is my apology letter for not being as active!

Are you available for requests?: Yes and No. You can send but it might not get done. :(

Anything else?: YBF (your best friend)

Side notes?: This is gonna become my new series so i hope you guys enjoy!

“Maybe im stupid for killing him.Maybe I’m stupid for even thinking that i could do it without getting caught! But that doesn’t matter! We can still be in love! Just give me a chance!”

“You’re crazy…”

“Oh but, my love im not!”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

She started to walk backwards slowly, but as she stepped back, i’d step forward.

“No! I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t replace me!”

“So you decided to kill him?!?”

“Well, in lack of better words, yes!”

“You’re insane!”

“Psh.”

“I don’t get it! Replace you in what, Wil?!?”

“Well my darling,” i placed my hand on her soft cheek before sliding down my hand. Oh how the color of blood suited her.

“I just wanted to make sure you would never replace my love.”

She stepped away from my touch,

“I cant believe you did this.”

“Darling-“

“GET AWAY FROM ME!!!”

“Darling please.” I walked in a slow pace as she walked frantically, “You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?!? You just killed someone!”

I sighed in exhaustion. We’ve already been over this! It was for my love and nothing else. And frankly if she doesn’t like that…

“Maybe i Should kill you to my love!”

She stopped in shock. Her eyes widened in such a lovely way.

“WHAT?!?” -Her voice screeching

I hummed to myself.

“If you don’t want to love me for what I’ve done, which i see as a reasonable thing to do, i should just kill you! Plus you already know about this and i don’t really want to go to jail.”

“Wait…”

“I’ll give you 15 seconds my love.”

“Wil please!”

“15…14…”

“WILLIAM!”

“Fine i’ll cut it short!”

She turned around as i pulled out my gun.

“1.”

Gunshot

———————

“Yeah i’m not gonna do that.”

“Awe c’mon! Its just a dare!”

“Yeah but i don’t know him.”

“That’s the point! Now go!”

~

“GO YN! RUN!”

~

“Huh?”

“Girl, i said go!”

“Oh yeah.”

“You good YN?”Her face darkened and her voice suddenly became hushed.

“Yeah i think so.”

“Good!” She exclaimed, going back to normal, “Now go!”

“Uh-“

She pushed me all across the room before deciding to sit me right next to the new kid.

He was tall, as most boys are in high school, and he was handsome. He had brown curly hair that had some sort of fluff to it, along with some dusky brown eyes. He wore a plain button-up shirt with black pants. All this pared with some nice doc martins with burgundy socks.

He was a handsome fellow! But would I ever admit that? Probably not!

As i stared at him, he stared right back. Well, kind of.

He stared at me, to YBF, and right back at me.

“M’k see ya!” YBF ran right across the room all the way to the restroom. Leaving me with New Kid.

We stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds before i made the first move.

“So uhhhh…”

He turned around to continue walking before i stopped in front of him.

“My name’s YN LN!”

He gave me a cold stare.

“What’s your name New Kid?”

“William.”

“Willaim?”

He stared into my eyes, “Yeah.”

“Are you from Britain?”

“Uh-“

“You have a pretty accent!”

“Thanks. You’re in my class aren’t you? Why don’t you know my name?”

“Well, what class are you in?”

“The one that had Mrs. Burn for 1st period.”

“Oh yeah that’s my class.”

He gave me a disapproving look which meant i needed to apologize.

“Im sorry! I don’t really pay attention you know.”

He stared at me a tad bit more. He gives me an eery feeling that even i can’t pinpoint. Next thing I know the bell rung and the headmaster yelled at us.

“Break’s done! C’mon!”

All the kids started running in a regular stampede.

“Imma call you New Kid.”

“Please no.”

YBF waved me over and it was my signal to go.

“Bye New Kid!”

“My name is William!”

I skipped away as he yelled at me before meeting YBF by my locker.

“How was the new kid?”

I pulled out books for my next period,

“Weird.”

“Eh.” She shrugged, “Expected.”

“Second day of school and we are already off to a bad start.”

She fake gasped, putting her hand on her chest hardly as if she couldn’t breath,

“Why would you say that?!?”

“Well, we weren’t prepared for the rain, we can barely open our lockers, and that New Kid is already not a fan if us.”

I put the last book in my bag and closed my locker. YBF put her hands down in a miserable way that I couldn’t explain.

“I’m just trying to have fun YN! And its not like I can control the rain.” Her face scrunched up and her hands hit her hips.

“I don’t know what that New Kid did to you but you’re acting different.”

I sighed and put my backpack over my shoulder. When i turned around she blocked me from moving anywhere besides in front of her.

I took a deep sigh before looking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry YBF. I don’t know what’s gotten over me.”

I paused and wiggled my way through her and skipped a bit more.

“Here! Lets skip in the rain.”

“Nuh Uh! I just curled my hair this morning!” She exclaimed.

I ran to her and grabbed her hand.

“YN!?” She paused for a second, “YN!!!”

I ran into the rain with her in hand. I giggled and splashed in some puddles.

“Ugh YN!!!” She whined and opened her umbrella.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Psh! You’re fine! C’mon lets go to class.”

“Fine. But if you do that again i will personally kill you.”

“Oh pish posh.” I swayed my hand in the air. “You love me!~”

“Nope.”

“Yup!”

She stopped talking and looked at me, annoyed, “Just a little.”

I waved her off in a knowing way and walked to my next class, separating ways from YBF.

@gaytoadwithapopsicle

[llovelyangel]

Dilf

Summary: Seeing Jeff with your best friend’s baby changes something inside you.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

By clicking “Keep reading” you are agreeing to be 18 or over!!

It had all started when you and Jeff had gone to visit one of your best friends, Eliza. She had just had her 2nd child, and of course y/n and Jeff being the amazing godparents, had to go.

Seeing Jeff play with Eliza’s first born, Olivia who was 3, just flooded your brain with ideas. Watching him interact and talk with the sassy toddler just melted your heart.

”Are you excited that you’re a big sister now?” Jeff asked the little girl, curious on how she felt about her new baby brother. “I rweally am!” The toddler squeals softly, practically bouncing in the chair.

”Hey come and sit over here“ Eliza called to her daughter. “Do wanna hold him?” She asks as the little girl nods her head excitedly. “Ok but you have to be really careful and let Uncle Jeff help you ok?” Hearing Jeff’s name made a smile appear on the girl’s face. “m’k mama I pwomise” She says as she waves over Jeff to come and help her sit down and hold her baby brother.

Jeff walks over and carefully holds the baby making sure to support his head. He sits down next to the toddler, who‘s excitement may have dimmed down a bit but still had a grin on her face. He helps her hold the baby and makes sure that she’s holding him right. You stood in the corner filming the whole interaction and taking pictures of the three with a huge smile on your face.

God, baby fever is real. _____________________∘°∘♡∘°∘_____________________

Today was a lazy day, so you and Jeff were just lounging on the couch with a random episode of The Office on, when you finally decided to ask him.

”Can we have a baby?” The question made Jeff freeze. Of course he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and eventually have kids but right now, he didn’t know what to say. “What?” was all he managed to get out. “I asked can we have a baby, please?” you ask with puppy dog eyes. “I know what you said but all of a sudden, right now?”  You and Jeff had a talk about your future and the both of you agreed that children are something you both want. But this was out of the blue. You hadn’t been dropping hints, or Jeff just didn’t catch them (but he’s pretty sure you didn’t).

“Please i really want one. Imagine a little Jeff and y/n running around, it’d be so cute!” You plead, desperately wanting to have a child with the love of your life. “Angel I know but all of a sudden? Or has this been something you’ve been keeping inside that pretty little head of yours?“ He says holding on to both sides of your head and shaking it slightly.

”It started when we went to go see Eliza’s baby. I saw you with Liv and how you both got along together. And it made me want to have that too.“ You say studying his face trying to see if you can find even a sliver of emotion that could tell you how he felt.

”I want that too. I want to hold our baby and have a family. I really do! But you just can’t keep this type of stuff in your head sweetheart. See how easy it was to just tell me how you feel and we talked it out.” Jeff explains. “Ok, but does that mean we can have a baby?” You say, excitement streaming through your veins. “Yes, we can have a baby.”

At this point you’re practically bouncing off the walls from how happy and excited you were.  You lean in connecting your lips with his in a hot, messy kiss. Your hands went to his hair, tugging slightly causing him to groan into your mouth. You remove your hands from his hair and slide them under his shirt, making him take both his shirt and sweats off flinging them somewhere in the apartment, leaving him in only his boxers.

”Fuck baby, be a good girl and tell me what you want.” He groans as you litter pecks and kisses on his neck and all over his chest. “I want you to fuck a baby into me daddy.” You say breathily against the shell of his ear. Hearing you say that made Jeff go feral.

He throws you over his shoulder carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He carefully lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He places kisses on your jaw, moving lower and lower. As he reaches your collarbone you take your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your bra and panties.

Jeff unclips your bra, making you slide it off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere in the room. Jeff continues to kiss down your collarbone, the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach stopping at the waistband of your panties. ”Can I take these off?” He asks, wanting to make sure you actually want this. You nod your head frantically, desperately wanting to feel him inside you. “You have to use your words sweetheart“ He says, trying to rile you up, knowing you’re already desperate. “Jeff please take them off and fuck me already.” You say while clawing at his biceps. “Oh look at you so desperate and needy.” He coos, taking off his boxers.

His throbbing hard member smacks against his lower abdomen. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Fill ya up to the brim, make sure I make ya a mommy. You’d love that wouldn’t you?” He says while putting two of his fingers in your mouth and slowly rubbing small circles on your clit. At this point you were soaking wet and so incredibly horny at the thought of Jeff fucking a baby into you.

“Yes, please daddy just fuck me.” You let out breathily as he removes his fingers from your clit and puts them in his mouth, sucking on them.

“Oh look how eager you are.” He says as he pushes the tip of his cock through your folds, slowly pushing into you. “Oh fuck!” You moan, screwing your eyes shut tightly. You’ll never be able to get used to his size, even after however many times you’ve both had sex. Your hands go straight to his shoulders, pulling him closer as you scratch your nails down his back. He hisses at the sudden feeling of pain. He stills just taking in the feeling of your throbbing pussy squeezing his equally throbbing cock. “Daddy please move!” you plead, your hips bucking, hoping to find some relief.

He pulls out almost all the way, only leaving his tip inside, making you whine like a bitch in heat. He began thrusting hard into you, causing the bed to shake and the headboard to hit against the wall.

“Oh fuck, feels so good, please don’t stop” You manage to moan out. Jeff slowly wraps his hand around your neck, leaning down to place a messy kiss to your lips. “Fuck baby, this pussy is gonna be the death of me”

Suddenly he pulls out, flipping you over on your stomach causing you to huff out in frustration. “Ass up sweetheart” He says with a slight chuckle and a smack to your ass.

Groaning as he thrusts back in with an amazing view of your ass and your pretty fucked out looking face in the mirror. This position made him reach the deepest parts of you. “Want your baby, daddy.” You get out egging him on to go faster. You whimper as he picks up his pace, pulling you close to his chest with a hand around your throat and the other on your hip. Your head was thrown back on his shoulder from the intense pleasure. “Fuck”, He mutters breathily against the shell of your ear.

Jeff’s eyes met yours in the mirror, breathless from your beauty and the power you had over him. The idea of you being pregnant with his child drives him crazy, and he sure as hell is keeping his word to get you pregnant.

Your walls start tightening around his shaft, his cue that you were close to cumming. That’s when he flips you over on your back again.

“Daddy please” You whine. “I’m sorry baby, but Daddy wants to see your pretty face when you cum” He says as he shoves himself back into you while wrapping your legs around his waist. He starts pounding into you, causing your legs to shake from euphoria.

His tip brushes against your cervix every time he spears into you, causing your eyes to roll back and your back to arch. Your nipples lightly graze over his chest, adding even more fuel to the fire of pleasure burning inside you.

“Oh Jeff! Fuck!” You moan out, right on the brink of orgasm. “C‘mon baby, be a good girl and cum for daddy” He pants.

An especially deep thrust sends you spiraling towards orgasm. “Fuck! I’m cumming” You moan out loudly. You tangle your hands in his hair moaning even louder as he thrusts into you faster, his thrusts getting sloppier as he nears his orgasm.

“I’m close baby” He moans against your neck. “Please daddy, give me your cum, put a baby into me!” You say as he places his head in the crook of your neck.

“Shit!” he growls deeply as he releases inside of you, covering your walls with his seed. He stills, slowly grinding into you, fucking his cum deeper inside you. “Jeff please!” You whine from the overstimulation.

“Gotta keep ya stuffed sweetheart.” He spoke softly as he slowly pulls out and takes his fingers to push his cum back into your clenching hole.

He kissed you again and again. He rested his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“Ya think I’m dad material?” Jeff says as he lifts his head up from your chest to look up at you. “Oh you’re definitely dad material, a total dilf.” You say with a playful smirk. “Oh yeah? Round 2?“ He questions as he gets back on top of you, his chain hanging in your face. “Yes please” You say with a smile as he leans in with a needy kiss.

“I told ya, by the time we’re finished you’re gonna be knocked up”

[its-gambit]

m’k… I am going to drink coffe I’m drained but I don’t want to sleep..

Morro floats to Ace and pokes him a couple times. "Hey ass." He laughs a bit.

- @vines-and-ghosts

*grunts*

Hey ectohead