#and was able to work backwards from that

[fishyartist]

Blueprince is ruining my life I wanna work on lmy little game prototype but my mind is enraptured and exhausted from the allure of the humble ‘’puzzle rougelite’’….

[sketchmre]

theyll get their own posts at some point but heres the concepts for the other horror magical girls

unnamed, fear of time/cycles (botany/mycology themes)

unnamed (erin or christine?), fear of gore (anatomy/omnipresence themes)

unnamed, fear of caverns/small spaces (spelunker/mineral themes, specifically minerals formed under high pressure)

jesse (legal name brittany), fear of bugs (overstimulation/hive themes)

unnamed, fear of darkness/blind spots (control/loss of identity themes)

(the casual outfits are redraws from 2001-2002 JCPenny/Sears clothing catalogues)

[sp-growingpains]

I got a little more done today!! I'm so excited for more of Joel! Been thinking about him!

I take such a long time building new OCs. Building his playlist definitely helps. How do you guys usually go about making characters?

[blujaydoodles]

Zhartook catches Melliwyk clearly intending to stay up working for the second night in a row, and drops the full name trying to convince her not to overextend herself. It definitely got her attention-- it's an impressive feat, for one thing-- but to what extent she allows herself to be convinced remains to be seen. After all, she still didn't go to bed that night...

[nexus-nebulae]

another childhood bucket list item obtained: i finally have a snuggie

[nugatorysheep]

Sometimes I think about how, back when the roster was much bigger, me and my old friend group all picked out WTL characters that we thought the others were the most like, and almost universally people thought Druid was the most like me. That probably should've been my first clue that none of them knew a single thing about me, but hindsight is 20/20

I also often think about how, after several days of going through things that had happened to me over the last four or so years, I was told 'You seem like a person who wants to be understood', and it hit me that until then, I had never met someone who ever really got me. Now that I have, I could never settle for less.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

filmed acting (like TV/films) is very interesting to me, and one particular reason is the fact that scenes of a story are often filmed out of order, for a variety of reasons. i wonder how it changes or affects an actor's preparation or understanding of their character to film that way.

[girltakovic]

[gripping the sink, visibly disheveled, kubrick staring into the mirror] i will not become better out of shame i will become better out of love

[yangsrose]

going zip lining and having the cute instructor not only make conversation with me during the wait times but also having to straddle me while trying to catch me after getting to one of the platforms was not on my trip bucket list

[classyrbf]

thinking about trucker!toji who picks you up on the side of the road while you’re hitchhiking. You’re standing there all pretty in your shorts and crop top, backpack slung over your shoulder holding your thumb up. Of course he had to stop and give you a ride. “Where you headed?” He glances you as you get comfortable in your seat next to him.

“North. I’m guessing you’re headed that way too?” You laugh, flashing a smile at him. He’s older, but he’s cute. A little muscle on his arms, trucker hat worn backwards, and hazel green eyes.

“You’d be correct.” He nodded.

“Well, thank you for picking me up. Some asshole dropped me off and I was standing there for like an hour.” You roll your eyes in annoyance. “And my phones dead. Lucky me, right?”

“I gotta charger for you in the glovebox, darling. Go ahead and use it.” He points at it.

“Ugh, thank you!” You squeal, opening the glovebox and grabbing the wire, plugging it into your phone and see the low battery icon on your screen. “It’s working! Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. A pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t be left stranded. Anyone know you’re on your way to wherever you’re going?” He questioned, his fingers tapping against the wheel.

“Nah.” You shook your head. “Left by myself.” He let out a scoff, shaking his head at you. “Aye, Mister, don’t judge.”

A laugh erupted from his chest, throwing his hands up in defense. “Not judging, just admiring you for your bravery.” He looks over at you, winking.

“Mmph, whatever,” you huff. There’s a few seconds of silence before you turn to him, your eyes catching how tight his jeans are around his thighs, highlighting the bulge in his pants. “Can I suck your cock?”

“Excuse me?” He chuckles, completely caught off guard by your question, looking over at you.

“Can…I…suck…your…cock?” You sound out each word for him, inching closer and closer. “Just payback for being so nice and not leaving me out in the blazing heat, you know?” You smile at him, eager to undo his jeans.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He smirks, licking his lips.

“So is that a yes?” You raise a brow.

Glug, glug, glug.

“Ughhh, fuckk, baby,” Toji moans, hand resting on your head as you take him down your throat. You’re able to take his cock fully down your throat, tears pricking your eyes before you gag and come up for air.

You smile up at him, spit messily coating your lips, while you jerk him off, squeezing your palm around his shaft the closer you get to his swollen head. “Pay attention to the road, Mister.” You kiss his tip, giving it small kitten licks that make his hips jolt. You wrap your lips around his tip, tongue circling around it while lightly sucking.

“Shittt, your mouth feels so fucking good,” his eyes roll back for a quick second before having to focus on the road again, moans falling past his lips so easily. You’re slurping on his cock like a popsicle, moaning and bobbing your head up and down. “Good little cocksucker, aren’t you, darling?” He breathily chuckles, glancing down at you.

Pop!

“Mhmmm,” you respond, blinking up at with thick lashes, slapping his cock on your wet tongue. “I guess it’s both our lucky day,” you say before licking a long strip from his base all the way to his tip, spitting all on it. He shivers at the sensation, your lips pressing kisses all the way up his shaft until you take him down your throat again, eyes clenching shut when you feel your nose press against his pelvis.

You cough on his cock, gagging before quickly coming up for more air, sucking in a breath. “You’re gonna make me crash this truck if you don’t slow down,” he moans, biting down on his bottom lip. Both of your hands wrap around his dick, jerking him off with a wicked smile on your face. He can tell you’re enjoying this way too much, probably more than him, but seeing you so eager to make him cum only turns him on more.

“We can always pull over,” you suggest, pulling the hem of your crop top up to reveal your tits, no bra of course. You massage them right in front of his face, pulling at your hard nipples and whimpering in his ear. Toji can’t help but look over every few seconds.

“Oh, darling, you’re fucking evil,” he whines, so very desperate to latch his mouth on those nipples of yours and suck them. You giggle, jerking his cock faster and harder. “You got such pretty tits…keep playing with them…it’s gonna make me fucking cum.”

You’re groping and squeezing them, letting your spit drool all over your skin, rubbing it in. His cock twitches in your hand, a sign that he’s close. “You sure you don’t wanna pull over, Mister?” You smirk. “As a reward I’ll let you cum in my pussy?” You moan out, your teeth catching your lower lip. Within seconds, warm cum spurts out of his cock, landing over your hand, his shirt and the steering wheel.

“Ohhhh, fuckkkkk,” he groans, hips bucking up into your hand as he rides out his orgasm. It’s so hard for him to keep his eyes from rolling back, from crashing this damn truck. His head is swirling all while you’re laughing in his ear and licking his cum off your fingers. “Holy shit, darling,” he breathes out. He pulls over on the side of the road, feeling like he’s gonna pass out if he doesn’t slow down.

“Something wrong?” You question, pulling your shirt down, and looking ahead at the highway before looking at him again. His eyes are hazy, and his soft cock is still out of his jeans.

“You said you don’t have anywhere to go, right?” He asks. You confusingly, shake your head. “How bout you come ride along with me, huh?” He offers, pulling you closer to him.

“Really?!” You excitedly replied.

“Uh huh.” He nods. “Sit right here looking pretty and keep me satisfied,” he explains. “Of course I’ll also keep you satisfied too. You deserve it.”

“Mmmm, I’ll do it, but what’s your name?” You squint your eyes at him.

“What’s yours?” He playfully asks.

“Y/n, but I actually like when you call me darling instead,” you admit.

“Oh, yeah? I’ll keep to it then. I’m Toji,” he says, caressing his hand over your thigh. “It’s nice of you to join me on my trip, darling.”

“Nice of you to invite me.”

feel free to support me <3

[kutepik]

Eyes on you - Part 2

(mdni 18+) Caleb is aware that you know about the hidden cameras all over his house. Now he’ll have to face the consequences of his actions once he gets home.

3k words. also posted on ao3!

Part 1 HERE (please read it for context)

Did you... Winked at the camera? 

Did you... know? Were you aware of the cameras all along? And you did all that, knowing he'd be watching? 

Caleb stared at the large monitor in his office like a maniac, replaying the part of the tape where you left your soaked panties on the bathroom door handle and looked directly at the hidden camera next to the painting in the hallway. He played the scene once more, pausing at the frame where you winked directly at him. Caleb's lips curled up into a sick smile. He could touch himself and cum right there and then, but you were clearly waiting for him at home to “relax”. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were as fucking insane as he was. And that made him even crazier about you. 

Flustered and in a hurry, Caleb left his office without explaining himself to anyone, determined to arrive in less than twenty minutes - no, ten if he ran over a few stop signs. It didn't matter how many tickets he got, he just had to be quick enough to find those panties still wet. And trust him, he would. 

Now he found himself in that hallway, standing in front of the closed bathroom door with those panties between his fingers. He could feel the wetness and viscosity of your fluids against the soft fabric. It was so soaked that his fingers got wet enough to bring it to his lips and lick it like a hungry dog. It wasn't enough. Caleb brought the panties to his mouth and nose, sinking into their smell, taste and wetness. And that was the scene you witnessed when you opened the bathroom door, dripping from the shower and wrapped in a towel. 

The lilac eyes of your oh, so dear friend Caleb seemed more violet in the dimness of that corridor. He looked at you like an animal, not a man. It was almost threatening, if you didn't know that this man would never be able to do anything to you - at least not something you didn't want him to. 

At first, when you left the panties on the doorknob, the plan was to get Caleb into the bathroom, where you two could work out the sexual tension that had built up over the years. But now, here, with this man explicitly pleasuring himself with your used panties, obsessed, hungry, and unashamed to show it to you, all you could think about was how far he would go for you. 

"Pathetic” you said, lifting your chin, your eyes locked on his. His pupils dilated as he heard you, his hand still holding your panties to his nose, as if he could not fucking stop smelling and feeling you in that dirty piece of cloth, even with you here, watching him and scolding him for it. "I knew you stole my panties in high school," you muttered quietly, taking a step forward. "But you're still doing it as a full-grown man? Really pathetic" His erection was obvious "And what about those cameras? Hm?" You pushed your hand against his, suffocating him with the panties he smelled like a pervert. Caleb smiled while groaning under the fabric, breathless. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" You pushed him, your hand still over his nose and your panties, making him stagger backwards and through the bedroom door that was opposite the bathroom in the hallway. With one last push, Caleb fell onto the bed, his elbows supporting him, and you took the opportunity to grab your panties back. He panted like a dog after his favorite toy, forcing you to put a knee between his legs — against his hard-on — to prevent him from moving. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he groaned, rubbing his clothed cock against your leg. “I- you're driving me crazy-" he gasped, holding your thigh "Literally. All I think about is you, all I want is you, all I..." He panted, still thrusting against your bare skin like a pervert. You pressed your knee down harder, making him moan louder and stop moving. 

"Since when did you install the cameras?" You waved your panties in front of his face like a tempting reward. "Hm?" You brought the fabric close to his nose and pulled before he could grab it. 

"Ever since you came back to Linkon and told me you were coming to see me," Caleb leaned his head against your stomach, like a devotee holding onto their god. "I just wanted to see you when I wasn't home, Pipsqueak. I just want to make sure you're safe." The Colonel's rough fingers curled into the fabric of the towel wrapped around your damp body, pulling you closer, secure in his embrace. "You're everything. Everything" He lifted his face, still pressed against your abdomen, staring at you with eyes that were now a deep purple. 

"You say it like that was your only intention." You pulled his hair back, forcing him to pull away from you "But what about the cameras in the bathroom? The ones near the shower? Are they there to protect me?" He bit his lip and tried to pull you close again, but you pulled even harder on his hair. Caleb groaned, and even with the force that your knee exerted on the middle of his legs, you felt the abundant pre-cum against your skin. 

"I told you, crazy. You drive me crazy, Pip. I want it all, to see it all, to touch it everything-" He dug his fingers even deeper into the towel. "I tried, I swear, I really did. But you're like a fucking drug. The panties weren't enough, I needed more." His voice was rough, like he was about to lose it, about to give in to his desires, but he kept fighting with everything he had. 

"More." You repeated and loosened your grip on the back of his neck, bringing the same hand up to caress his face. With the other hand, you released your panties on the floor. Then, you moved to the knot holding the towel and loosened it, letting the fabric fall to your feet. "Like this?" 

That was all it took for Caleb to sink his face into your stomach again, this time feeling skin on skin, covering it with mouth-open kisses. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck-" He sank his fingers into your flesh, bringing your mound against his lips. "Fuck, yes, like that," he said, almost desperate. 

"I'll give you what you need." You replied in a sweet tone and lifted the leg that had been caging against his cock to rest on the bed. This gave Caleb full access, and he understood the message. He started eating you out like a starving man who hadn't eaten in days. His tongue sank between your wet flesh, up and down, while his nose circled over your clit, soaking in your scent as if his life depended on it. One of his hands that had been holding your waist went down to your dripping pussy, and Caleb ran his fingers into your folds, wetting them with your juices. Suddenly, you felt his calloused, lubricated fingers enter you, curving as they fucked into you deliciously. 

"Thank you," he whispered as he kissed and licked your clit non-stop, at the same time as he fucked you with his fingers at a frantic pace. The whole situation had already turned you on, and the way Caleb fucked you with his fingers was too intoxicating for you to last long. Soon, your thighs started trembling, betraying the orgasm that was about to come. "Princess, please, please, come on my fingers, please," he begged, desperate, as he increased the speed of his thrusts and the movements of his tongue against your sweet nub. 

"Caleb!" You grabbed his hair again, trying to keep his face away from the squirt of your orgasm, but he grunted and stayed between your legs, drinking every drop. 

"You think I wouldn't want you to come all over my face?" He stuck out his tongue and licked your pussy again, looking at you obscenely. "I fucking dreamt about this for years. God, you're perfect." He kissed your belly again and nuzzled his face there. 

"You're really crazy." You grabbed his face, watching his drunken, cum-slicked smile. He seemed satisfied with it, as if your pleasure was all that mattered, and in fact, Caleb could die now, and it would be more than enough. But that wasn't enough for you. Not at all. During the time he was supposedly dead, if there was one thing you had learned, it was how much you regretted not having done more. You put yourself through hell, thinking about what might have happened if you'd just admitted that you knew about his crush on you, or that you knew about the hidden panties, or that you'd heard him masturbate countless times and call your name when he thought he was alone. You spent sleepless nights back then, thinking about what Caleb would do if he found out that you liked this, this obsession, this devotion, and worse, you felt that way about him too. You were obsessed, crazy, and attentive to him and what he did for you and to you. Now that he was back to you and had made his intentions clearer than ever, there was no point in hiding. 

"Take your clothes off." Your eyes lit up as you stared at the large stain in the middle of his pants. That wasn't just pre-cum. He came just from eating you out. Crazy bastard.  

Caleb pulled off his clothes carelessly, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't really need you to do anything. It already feels really good just to have had the chance to eat you out and make you come." You could tell he was holding back, and it made you angry. You wanted all of him, everything, completely honest and true, to you and to himself. 

"Caleb." You climbed on top of him, rubbing your wet pussy perfectly against the length of his throbbing and once again erect cock. Caleb moaned with pleasure, bringing his eyes down to meet your folds as you licked his cock clean. "You can do whatever you want to me." Your hips moved back and forth slowly. "I love that you're fucking insane about me..." You both moaned as your clit rubbed against his swollen tip. In one smooth motion, you lifted your hips slightly and held his hot length, rubbing the throbbing head over your clit, using his cock to please yourself. 

"Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," he cried as he began to thrust against your clit, moaning loudly along with you. 

"Caleb, I love that you're insane about me, because I'm just as insane as you are, and for you." With another roll against his tip, your lips let out a loud moan that was soon interrupted by Caleb's rough hands pulling you into a kiss. It was dirty and unceremonious. Your tongues met obscenely and without shame. 

"I-I can really do whatever I want? You sure?" He said between kisses, lowering one hand to your ass and the other to your soaking cunt. 

 "A-Ah! Yes! Please." You felt him thrust his fingers into you again, fucking you. The noise was wet, erotic, and your moans mingled with your panting breaths. 

"I want to fuck your pussy with my cock, please, please, please - I know you said I can do whatever I want, but I want to hear you tell me that I can, and that you want it as much as I do. I want to fuck you stupid and make you come again and again and again and fill your pussy with my cum to the brim," he said against your ear, spreading kisses as he continued to push his fingers inside you without stopping.  

"I want you inside me. Fuck." You whimpered at the speed of his fingers. "I want your cock, I – I want you." Your lips came together again in a hasty kiss. 

He thrust his curved fingers in harder, eliciting an obscene sound from you, before pulling them out. "I'll give you what you want. I'll give you anything, anything you want." Caleb ran his wet fingers over his own throbbing cock and held it, slapping it against the folds of your sensitive pussy. With his other hand, he lifted your hips just enough to bring his cock closer to your hole. He let out a loud sigh as he circled the tip over your entrance, feeling you, soaking into your juices. Then, in one smooth motion, he thrust in and reached your bottom. You swallowed him whole at once, both moaned in unison. This was just insane. 

"Are you okay? Are you feeling okay?" He said, breathing heavily, his eyebrows scrunched up, violet eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You smiled and relaxed your hips a bit more, lowering yourself enough to feel him balls deep into you. "Oh my god, you're so fucking good, you're taking me so deep. God, you're so tight—so perfect for me." Caleb looked so happy, finally being able to feel you, to be inside you, to fuck you. The two of you stared at each other breathlessly, still, savoring the sensation of being connected like this for the first time. "Look at you," he said, moving his hands up to your breasts and caressing them. "I need to fuck your breasts, cover them with cum, bite them and suck them..." Caleb murmured in a trance as he ran his hands over your body, imagining the possibilities. He brought his fingers up to your mouth, and you opened your lips and sucked his index and middle fingers. "I need to fuck your mouth too... I've imagined you sucking me off and me slapping my cock against your pretty cheek just to paint your face with my cum. I bet you'd look so beautiful." You moaned with his fingers inside your mouth. He withdrew the wet digits and guided them into his own mouth, sucking on them. 

You couldn't take it anymore, so you threw your torso back, leaned on his knees with your hands, and started rolling back and forth, riding him. Caleb watched as your pussy swallowed his throbbing cock up and down. "Holy shi- Yeah, just like that, fuck- like that." He brought his thumb to your sensitive nub and started stimulating it in slow, circular motions. 

"A-Ah, instead of thinking about what you are going to fuck, why don't you concentrate on this?" You teased, lifting your hips just enough to reach the sensitive head of his cock, only to slowly roll over. 

"You are- " Before Caleb could finish, you sank down again and started fucking yourself on his cock at a faster pace. Caleb threw his head back and cried out, moaning your name like a mantra. "'Holy fucking shit, where did you learn that?!" Before he could think too much about how you had acquired your sexual skills, you decided to hit him with another brutal ride. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly. That would leave a mark 

"Better than you imagined, huh? When you touch yourself thinking of me." You said breathlessly, without stopping the movement of your hips. Caleb lifted his face to look at you, his eyes full of water and his mouth swollen from biting down to hold back his moans. 

"Are you kidding? Fuck. There's no comparison." He rubbed his thumb against your clit again, encouraging you to roll over more, seeking more friction. "Ah- Ah, yes! Good girl, use me however you want, fuck me, please." His finger followed the increasingly rapid speed of your hips, almost violently, abusing your already swollen spot from another orgasm. "Please, please use my cock however you want, fuck, sit on it, cum on my cock, please" 

"C-Caleb- Ah, ah, Shit!" You were breathless at the way he rubbed your clit, and suddenly, you stopped riding, sitting on him with your legs trembling, as you felt the orgasm come for the second time, wetting his cock with your liquid again. Your walls were contracting non-stop against his member, making him curse loudly. 

 "Fuck, you're so hot, squirting all over my cock, so fucking pretty.” He moaned, eyes filled with lust as he absorbed the vision of his cock soaked from your juices,  “You're going to drive me crazy squeezing me like this, shit-" He suddenly pulled your torso into a tight embrace, pressing your breasts against his chest as he began to thrust into you like a savage animal. "I'm sorry, I really can't hold it anymore," he bit your shoulder as he rammed into you with all his might, fucking and fucking you deep and dumb. Your sweaty skin seemed to melt and fuse together, and it was almost as if you were one. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. Your pussy was made to be fucked by me and only - shit - by me." He hugged your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you two as close as possible. "You were made. for. me," he punctuated the words with each thrust, and took on an erratic rhythm. 

"I was. And you for — Ah! Me." You said, burying your face in his neck, and it was like a trigger: Caleb's legs started shaking, and his cock started throbbing, shooting his load inside you, over and over again. You both groaned loudly and hugged each other even tighter, as if that were humanly possible. The two of you stayed like that, hugging, soaked, stuck together, panting, and even after a full minute you could feel Caleb's cock twitching inside you, releasing one last hot spurt. 

After a bit of quiet time to catch your breath, you began to laugh and planted a few kisses on Caleb's sweaty neck. Carefully, you lifted your face to look at him. He had his eyes closed and a smile on his face. 

"Hey, Colonel, how's it going?" You said, your voice hoarse and tired. Caleb let out a quiet "mm-hmm" of approval. "Can you let me go now? We're disgusting." You looked down, feeling the sweat that glued your breasts and belly to his chest and abdomen. Caleb wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. 

"I'll never let you go," he said with a smile. You laughed and nuzzled your face against his neck again. You stayed like that, together, your breathing calming down and your heartbeats synchronizing. Suddenly, something popped into your head. 

"Hey, how long do these cameras keep the recordings?" You whispered, and Caleb shivered. You looked at him again, and he opened his eyes, his pupils getting bigger again. 

"I don't know... A few hours, or days, maybe." He stroked your back, lost in thought. "Do you want to see?" 

You laughed and stared back at him, "Absolutely." 

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

something that strikes me about pw's 'gray' is just how. religious it is. it's very religious. religion plays such a subtle, omnipresent role in it. because of course it does.

[bunny-jpeg]

the bouncer & the missus

simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, bouncer au, bouncer!simon, established relationship, simon's soft spot, pregnant!reader, car sex, clothed sex, pregnancy & breeding

a/n: want to suggest your own fic? the inbox is open! this rabbit runs on comments & reblogs!

"baby girl." simon said as he came over during his break. he saw you in a booth by yourself, happily on your phone and munching on a basket of fries and onion rings that simon ordered for you. he knew you ate dinner before you came to see him, you dropped him off his portion of the meal. he looked down at you.

he was wearing all black. from the backwards baseball cap hiding his blond hair to the tight black t-shirt that highlighted his tattoos. he looked at you with those deep brown eyes. he asked, "you and the peanut shouldn't be in a place like this." his gaze cast down to your swollen middle.

you replied, "i'm not drinking, si. plus, these fries are much better than any kind of alcohol." you leaned against the vinyl of the seat and rubbed your swollen middle, "plus, i can't sleep well tonight."

you were dressed in one of his sweatshirts, it covered you perfectly. plus the faint smell of cigarettes on it plus the body wash he had been using for nearly a decade. you also liked that it had your husband's last name written across the back. made you feel protected as you ventured out of the house to visit your beloved simon at work. underneath was a stretchy maternity dress because struggling jeans didn't feel like an option tonight.

simon didn't like you hanging around the bar, even before you got pregnant. now with the peanut on the way, he was extremely protective over the both of you. he got into the booth beside you and held your face while he kissed you on the lips. you kissed over the black medical mask over his mouth. he didn't take the thing off during shift except to replace it if it got dirty or ruined. he didn't want to ruin the mystery when giving a kiss to his missus.

you were knew around the bar was "the missus" or "mrs riley", you've always been known as that even before you got married to simon. it was why you were able to have both onion rings and fries!

he placed a wide hand on your belly and rubbed it gently. you rubbed your thighs together lovingly while you continued to eat. simon had a thing for your pregnancy. knowing that you were carrying his child, it excited the bouncer.

he was all tattoos and sharp edges. meanwhile you were painfully sweet, the total opposite. and together you made the most precious peanut you could possibly imagine. you were perfect for him. so of course he rubbed his nose up against your neck and you giggled against him. his touches got a little more firm, not enough to hurt. but enough to know that your husband was getting a good feel of you.

how could he not? he loved you, you were his wife. no one else could call themselves that! he even got a quick squeeze of your ass before you pulled down his mask just enough to kiss his lips in the low light of the bar.

you pulled the mask back over his mouth and asked, "how much time do you have left in your break?" you knew that this wasn't going to happen if you waited until you got home.

simon looked at his watch, the one you gifted him for his first, un-offical father's day. he said, "twenty more minutes." and before you knew it, you were being helped out of the booth by your adoring husband.

you ended up in your car, simon opened the door for you and shuffled you inside. you sat in the backseat with him. he chucked his mask into the dark of the vehicle. he kissed you passionately and his hands pushed up your dress. he touched your behind with a bit of force, but not enough to bruise you.

simon riley would never bruise his missus on purpose. he one time smacked your ass too hard it left a purple hand print and he spent a month apologizing to you. he managed to get your panties around your left ankle and his cock out of his jeans.

"there she is." he said softly, "my missus." he purred lovingly. simon, despite his rough exterior, loved you deeply. he loved you so much he almost didn't ask you out when you first met because he was worried a woman as amazing as you didn't need to be with someone like him. but you loved him all the same, every mark, scar, tattoo, all of it. it was what made your husband, your husband.

"i hope i'm not taking up too much room." you said with your hands on your middle. simon patted your belly with another hand on your hip as he assured you that you were fine.

"i'll always take up more room, love." he said. you didn't have much time, as much as he loved to admired his wife. the two of you had to be quick if this was going to work. the breathing between you two was hot as you sank down on his cock.

you groaned and nodded when simon asked you if you were okay. you let out a cute little moan and your husband silenced you with a hot kiss. you felt a tremor of pleasure in your gut as you started to rock your hips against him. he was so much bigger than you, so intimidating and scary. but he loved you. you were his wife, his everything.

"you look amazing, lovie." he said softly as you moved against him. your pretty painted nails dug into this shirt over his shoulders. your fingers grasped onto the black material.

your swollen middle rubbed against his abdomen and he loved the feeling. it was a big cramped with little room to get comfortable with. but this wasn't the most cramped space you ever had sex in. plus, simon could be any position and still cum because of your sweet cunt.

the movements were fast, but not rough. you bounced on simon's hard cock and he kept a hand on the top of your head so you didn't hurt yourself against the roof of your beat up little car. you felt the shift in your weight as you moved. simon eyed you with those dark beautiful eyes.

"there's my girl." he purred as he moved against you. you felt the swell of warmth in your soul from the movements. simon dialed for the roughness after you got pregnant. his girl needed some tlc, but no bruises. never bruises.

"mmm, please, simon." you arched your back a little and felt the excitement race through you. you held onto him tighter, his strong shoulders felt good under your touch. you felt the zaps of pleasure through your body.

simon rested a little more up against the leather seats as he held onto your head and hip to make sure that you didn't put too much strain on yourself. he rolled his hips up against you and you moaned a little louder. you felt the warmth radiate in your core as the two of you fucked passionately in the backseat of your care.

simon loved that your swollen middle was up against him. to feel so close to you. to know that he made you that way excited him. oh, did it excite him. he loved it. he loved knowing that you carried a big piece of him everywhere you went. you two made a family together, and that left simon aroused.

he was finally putting the seed to go use. dumped enough of it inside of his missus and now you were sprouting a lovely little bump. in a few months you'll have your son in your arms. you two moved together in a rapid pace, the kisses got hotter as did the steam on the car windows.

husband and wife doing it in a car behind the the bar. your noises got a little louder and higher in pitch as you felt the swell of want through you. it excited you, he excited you.

he kissed at your next with admiration. he carried all his love in his touches and kisses. he carried his love for you in everything he did for you. you were the center of his world. as was the baby you were carrying. simon riley finally got the family he always wanted and he'd make sure that you two were protected.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

your words sweet like honey as you felt closer to your orgasm. you felt a tightness in your chest as you tensed up from the heated want. the pleasure coursed through you as you felt so close to your orgasm. you continued to move up and down his cock until you clenched around him and orgasmed.

simon continued to with his cock into you, he felt a similar heat in his body as he moved you up and down his cock as much as he could. he could feel it all bubble up and eventually pour over. with a few more steady thrusts of his hips. he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. you two looked into each other's eyes and simon pulled you in for a heated kiss, "mm, my girl, always takin' care of me."

you held onto his wrist and looked at the time, "oh no. you better hurry up and you may have time for some food in your stomach!" you kissed him then struggled to get your panties back on. he kissed you before he got out of the car.

he pointed at you and said, "you get right home and don't stay up waiting for me. you and peanut need sleep. i'll meet you in my bed, mrs. riley."

you giggled from the driver's seat, composed enough to get yourself home, "don't worry. i'm well worn out, it'll be time for a cup of herbal tea and comfy pajamas." simon leaned in to kiss you on the lips deeply before he went back to the bar to finish the rest of his shift. you watched him leave and before you left the parking lot you looked down at your swollen middle and gave it a pat.

"you and i better get to bed, or else papa is gonna be worried. but maybe we'll make a quick stop to the corner store first for some ice cream." you giggled before you turned on the car and sped off of the parking lot. <3

[gibbearish]

ok i finished the first chapter and am gonna take a break now but im v excited to keep reading im really liking the way the author looks at things so far

[okwonyo]

BABYGIRL, I GOT YOU ୨୧ right where i wanted.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗉.

𝟏𝟐𝟏𝟓𝒾──── enhypen 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

HEESEUNG

that loser loves to play videogames. it’s a known truth; his entire room is decorated around his gaming set. despite what happens with other couples, you are not bothered by his hobbies. him being so focused on his games is downright endearing and while he is busy playing, you are busy doing others things as well.

today, however, heeseung has other plans. he doesn’t let you escape from the room when he puts his headphones on. he barely lets you get even a tad away from him before his fingers are wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer to himself. you let yourself be dragged, too confused to fight back.

“don’t leave me, angel,” he grins. he makes you sit on his lap. his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you close enough to be able to put his chin on your shoulder. you are a tad too stunned to speak— mouth agape as he kisses your cheek, “you’ll be my lucky charm.”

JAY

you have him wrapped around your finger. he is too obvious about it for no one to tell. he has never tried to hide it, his growing obsession with you, his devotion to you— in fact, he is quite proud of it. you are all that runs his mind, all he ever thinks about, the only thing his eyes are fixated on.

even now, as he colleagues persist on talking about work to him—something that must be important, he supposes— he is well too focused on you coming back from adjusting your makeup in the restroom to even try to act as if he was listening. he adjust his position, smiling, watching you come closer to him.

jay’s eyes lock with yours and he feels electricity run all over his body. he taps his thighs with his hands, telling you to come sit there, he wants you close. his hands are already on your hips before you are sitting and with you hands on his shoulders, you giggle when he kisses the back of your ear. “i missed you,” he whispers.

JAKE

“jake,” you chuckle, patting your boyfriend’s head to get his attention. his embrace becomes tighter, his arms hug your waist strongly as his mumbles in your neck. you wait for him to lift up his head or at least loosen his grip on you, but he doesn’t— it makes you smile. “i’ll need to get up, eventually.”

no one has ever liked your personal space as much as jake does. he has been following you around the house the entire day and he ended up sitting down after long hours. however, he didn’t forget to drag you along with him. he pulled you onto his laps with you barely realizing it.

his nose tickles your bare skin when he turns around to kiss your neck, “but you look so pretty sitting there, my love,” his tone is whiny, needy, your heart pumps faster in your chest. “stay close to me, please.”

SUNGHOON

he walks backwards with his lips still locked with yours. it’s hard to follow him on your tippy toes, especially when he is kissing you so hard. his hands cup your face gently, yet, firmly enough to drag you along with him. he bites your lower lip and you whine. he groans against your mouth.

the back his legs hit the couch, and he lets himself sit on it. “climb on me, baby,” his says, out of breath between a kiss. you do as you are told. your knees sink into the couch, at either side of his thighs. his hands hold your hips down and set you on his lap firmly. he smiles against your lips when you run your fingers through his silky smooth hair.

you have been kissing for an eternity. so much that you don’t know what breathing feels like. your lips are swallowed and your lipstick is all over his lips— but he can’t bring himself to stop. his entire body burns for you, especially when you are well sat on his laps, with your hands gripping on his shirt for dear life.

SUNOO

he reads you like an open book. he knew it, his day was a little bit too peaceful, too calm to be true— his girlfriend always has something funny in mind. he narrows his eyes when you approach him with a dizzying pretty and sweet smile. he ignores his pulse rising up, “what do you want?”

“is that sit taken?” he doesn’t answer, too confused to not gawk at you. there is a silence that sets itself in the room. his mouth is agape, but now words get out of it. he looks at you, with narrowed eyes, as you turn around and step backwards. he is still lost when you start to sit down slowly.

he instinctively holds his hands up when you finally fall on his lap. sunoo tries to bite down a smile. his miserable fail make you laugh out loud— he concedes, “fine, i didn’t see that one coming,” he is a tad bit red in the face. “but if you want to sit on my lap so bad, you can ask normally.”

JUNGWON

he finds it endearing, how despite how angry or pouty you can get, you can never stay away from him for too long. he has all the right to make fun of you a little— in his head— because, he can say the exact same thing about himself. he is quite relieved that you accept to be in the same room as he is, although you refuse to talk to him.

he watches you walk through the leaving room. he is a bit anxious, his heart shakes in chest with mere worry as he watches you pace back and forth with your arms crossed under your chest. “princess,” you don’t answer, or at least glance at his direction. “are you really not going to talk to me?”

jungwon is a determined man. therefore he does stop calling you, but he catches one of your crosses arms as you pass by the couch. he pulls you closer to him, “c’mere,” he smiles when you let yourself be sat on his lap, still not looking at him and a bit pouty. he kisses your puckered lips gently, “i love you, okay? don’t be mad at me.”

RIKI

“let’s take pictures,” your boyfriend says after his eyes land on the photobooth a few meters away. he drags you towards it without a second thought and you let him lead you to it, not putting up a fight because you do want to take pictures of you and him together.

riki takes more than half of the seat when he gets in. and instinctively, he puts his hand on your waist and pulls you close— you end up on his lap in a millisecond. “do you even have a coin?” you ask, as he hugs your waist, letting you get comfortable on your brand new seat.

he doesn’t answer. instead, he leans in, taking you with him, to put the coin in the machine. he waits until the photobooth’s countdown starts to speak again, “come closer,” he smiles. you are granted with a kiss when you do, as soon as the flash goes on.

분지 ܃ ummm ok

© 𝖮𝖪𝖶𝖮𝖭𝖸𝖮 ୨୧ 𝟐𝐎𝟐𝟓 ── taglist open 。

[c4toru]

your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^

it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.

you couldn’t remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.

“you’re still up pretty girl?” he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. he’s met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, “i miss you.. i-i want you” you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.

“how d’ya want me..?”

your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. “biiiig stretch honey- ngh!” he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.

“o..oh f-feels so good mmf!” you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as he’s rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. he’s licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. “i’m all the way up in here- hah..d’ya feel it? hmm?” he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.

“y-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!” you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like there’s no tomorrow. he’s bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.

“gonna give it all to you, ‘kay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.” he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.

“m’cumming! f-fuckk .. don’t stop!” you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.

“nngh! so fuckin filthy..” he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. he’s gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.

he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good

a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!