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screampied · 6 months ago

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☆ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, dad bod, mating press, protected -> unprotected, size kink, bręeding, praise, mdni.

it’s something hot about how husband! nanami just isn’t aware of how big he really is.

he’s insanely thick - easily stretching you with only just a few vast inches inviting its way in between your slippery entrance. the rubbery tip of the condom nearly snags against your gripping insides as he moves, hovering his soft weight above you. heavy, rushed pants of breath drag out from each lung as he looks down at you lovingly. just a mere glimpse of you, and he’s already ready to propose to you all over again.

“f.. fuck, sweetheart. hold on t’ me.” he’d grunt with two beefy arms held against either side of you.

curled twines of blond hair paint a nice bushy portion of his chest like a canvas. it starts near his neck before trailing further down toward his plump abdomen. nanami’s tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder, silently gasping at each veiny inch that disappears inside. “k- kento,” you moan, one of your legs hooking around his wide snapping waist. he’s hesitant before his hands pull your legs way up to your chest. “mmp- don’t stop, baby.”

“hah- promise,” he groans through clenched teeth, his jaw locking by the second. the stretch he creates was so good that it’s got nanami falling right into your chest. his body was practically akin to a pillow, and he’s squishing himself on top of you before your cunt squeezes around him. fuck- fuck- fuck- that same word chants in his empty brain, nearly slipping out a hoarse whimper at how slick you coated the entirety of his cock. “c’mon, sweetheart. open for me like ‘y always do. gooood, biiiig stretch for kento.”

but as he’s gradually bucking his unsteady hips into you while gently placing a hand on top of your tummy, the two of you are met with a loud abrupt ‘snaaap!’ sound, and nanami pauses.

literally - the condom pitifully snaps apart, ignoring gravity as the now ruined rubber tightens around his shaft. nanami’s panting in your neck as his entire body quivers over you before he mumbles out a raspy, “o.. oh.. shit.”

it’s rare for him to swear, but at that particular moment, you throbbed, impatiently chewing on the skin that lived on your bottom lip.

your bare heel rubs soothing circles around his tense back muscles as you suddenly meet his lustful gaze.

his eyes - they’re shining almost. the more you peer into his fawn, almond eyes, the more you got lost in his gentle, ardent stare.

“i- it’s okay,” you’d breathlessly mumble, feeling his dick retreat its way out of your sopping pussy. it’s a loud, sobbing ‘pshs’ sound that slops from your vocal pussy before you shakily whimper, “go raw, ken.”

“hah- dirty girl,” he’d groan, pressing three wet open-mouthed kisses against your temple. in immediate response, your body shudders underneath him as you hear as you feel him starting to shuffle.

with a single veiny hand, nanami snatches the snugly-fit condom off of his length before tossing it in the nearby trash bin. “ ‘m not sure if i’d last long…my lo- oh fuuuck.”

nanami’s dead silent.

shallow, shaky breath falls from his rose-colored lips as the v-shaped head of his blushing cock lightly taps against your slobbery cunt.

you’re so soaked, abundantly pouring from all sides as your legs remain prettily spread and folded. nanami himself couldn’t help but stare, openly gawking as he’s slowly creating a nasty full thrust.

just one-

a single thrust that’s making you both fall against each other at once. he’s laid right over your body, being careful not to crush you as he grunts at the occasional clenches of your cunt.

the best way to describe nanami was like a teddy bear, so soft ‘n round from all angles. with him having you in mating press, you’re feeling all of his weight plummet down onto you, each pound of his cock becoming deeper within every swallowing inch. it’s got you speechless, moaning continuously as a few strands of his chest hair collide against your skin.

“mmpf- s.. so big, ‘ken,” you’d moan, twisting your toes in anticipation at the raw friction.

he’s so big - even bigger without the rubber it seemed, and you gasped once you felt his soft foreskin slide its way inside. truth be told though, you’d never get used to his size no matter how many times he’s stuffed you full. your gummy convulsing walls merrily greeted nanami’s shaft as your arms wrapped around his rounded belly. “ugh- there, right fuckin’ thereee.”

“god- woman, you’re just.. huuh- askin’ for another baby,” nanami grumbles, blond brows creasing together as he tenderly rubs a wide palm in a circle around your tummy.

his dick’s thoroughly massaging through you perfectly, and he’s sucking his teeth at the natural feeling. your slickness coats him so good, and he’s still got you in the lewdest mating press with your knees shoved against your chest. “ ‘s that what you want, princess?” and as he speaks, his voice lowers, feeling your tummy anxiously tuck inward. “you’d look so pretty again all plump.”

with a look of meek, you cup his face, gently stroking a thumb over the crack of his parted, pouty lips. “mhm-” you’d nod, holding in a gasp once he presents your pussy with one vigorous thrust.

it’s sharp- and you whimper at how his cockhead slammed itself deep against your clit. as your thighs frantically shook, nanami holds them up before playfully tilting his head at your response.

“mhm?” he repeats your little mumble, a hiss nearly slipping through his clenched teeth as he pulls out before sloppily pulling back in.

the slimy squelches that followed were just the definition of wet. each dramatic-sounding squelch that yelped out between your legs had nanami on the verge of shooting blanks right then and there. not just there and there but inside you, too.

as dewdrops of sweat dribble from all sides of his head, nanami presses a sticky wet kiss against the crevice of your mouth. “use those pretty words, i wanna.. wanna hear my sloppy wife talk to me nice.”

“k— kentooo, please,” you’d whimper, writhing underneath his soft body. he’s pressed up against you, practically suffocating your body with his huggable warmth. each barreling inch he spent inside you had you drooling from the inside of your mouth. nanami hums, sneaking a kiss on your damp lips before feeling you claw a hand down his chiseled back. “hah- cum inside. f- fuck me.”

exactly at your sweet pleading words, you felt his dick throb inside of you. it’s more of a sporadic twitch, and it makes you let off a cute ‘ooooh!’

nanami slumps his head in between your sore jiggling breasts, sliding a tongue down the crack of your chest before groaning. “f.. fuck, when you ask me like that, can’t r- resist, honey,” and his voice dripped with such sensuous desire. nanami’s shaft greedily kisses its way against your pearled clit before his entire body erupts into vicious shakes.

he knew he wouldn’t last long at all - especially raw because once he’s starting to swell from the very tip, he’s gutturally groaning right between your tits. gluey golden strands of hair tickled against you as he’s cumming hard, whimpering into your chest.

nanami’s entire body quakes violently, and his thrusts switch from rhythmic to pathetically sloppy within seconds..

even still, you’re folded in such a pretty way, taking each slobbery drop that fills into your cunt deeply, and you moaned once his dripping tongue glides a path down toward your sensitive nipples. “mmph-” he’d grunt, muffling himself as he’s still dumping such a thick load.

nanami guides a hand down between your legs, smearing the back of his wedding ring against your flooding pussy. with a loud pop! your nipple wetly plops out between his lips and he holds still.

“take it, sweetheart. ‘s all for you,” nanami lowly whispers against your clammy chest, his heavy eyelids flapping shut. your warmth - it’s so balmy inside, and he’s already shuddering once his leaky tip sprinkles the final remnants of cum deep into your womb. it leaves a beautiful dry taste in his mouth, and nanami uses a thumb to spread a flap of your folds apart. “she’s s- so pretty.”

“f- fuck..” you’d suck in a airy moan, panting at the pitching faint spurts of wetness that echoes through your ears. gooey, thin torrents of cum run down the opening of your cunt as he pulls out, and you gasp once nanami suddenly flips you over.

now - you’re laid on your chest with your hips raised, ass arched up, and your neck most certainly raised.

“hah- forgive…me,” nanami throatily murmurs, using the back of his wedding ring once more to slither down your cream-coated pussy. his tone, it’s far lower this time—raspy with a bit of a smoky airiness to it.

oh- you were just an entire mess. he’s already licking his lips as he takes in the beauty of his wife’s backside, immediately feeling his sensitive dick twitch at the coarse, arching sight.

the way his cum just messily cascades down between your syrupy slit, splattering onto the silk white sheets in the process - he wanted more..

nanami hungrily rolls out his tongue before licking your pussy from top to bottom—shamelessly relishing in his bittersweet taste that soaks against his sizzling buds. the viscous mess glitters a sheeny filthy coat onto his pursed lips before he huffs, sitting back up.

with a soft little tap, you whine, feeling the familiar upturned curve of nanami’s hardened tip smack against your cum-slobbering entrance again and again..

“arch a bit more for me. atta girl, mhm- let’s.. hah- aim for triplets this time, my love..”

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seventeendeer · 2 days ago

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as a fat person who's always clamoring for more interesting fat characters in media, I honestly think one of my all-time favorite depictions of a fat character is Jumba from the original Lilo and Stitch - both visually and personality wise

from a design perspective, even though he's an alien, he has so many little anatomy quirks that make him a more believable fat character than many fat human designs in other media. I love the realistic sag and layering of the fat on his arms, the lack of neck definition, the rim of chub around his face and upper back, the way his back is rounded. his clothes pull taut and pinch in anatomically accurate places (e.g. shoulders are firmer = smoother outlines, the sides and back are squishier = bumpier outlines).

and he's stylized so well! all these great details boiled down to some simple shapes and pen strokes. IMO the Lilo and Stitch art style is extremely appealing - it's warm and clean and visually pleasing, but every character is super unique. Jumba isn't supposed to be pretty, but even though he's a very large, very fat, bald older guy who spends most of the movie in crop tops, the way he's stylized and staged makes it clear the audience is supposed to find him interesting to look at, and variably intimidating/cool/powerful/capable. he's often funny, but the physical aspect of his comedy is derived from being so hefty the other characters struggle to prevent him from barreling ahead and doing whatever he wants; being fat makes him come off more in control of the funny situations he gets into, not less. also, because the art style is what it is, a lot of his character acting also just makes him look kind of cute ... though that's universal across the cast

I also really like the fact that his size clearly gives him both realistic advantages and realistic disadvantages. along with having a stronger sense of agency in the comedic scenes, his size in combination with his impulsivity also makes him a more intimidating antagonist. you never know what he's going to do, and his size makes it difficult for other characters to stop him when he's made up his mind. at the same time, it seems to take him longer to catch his breath, he sometimes grunts when moving around a lot to imply it takes more effort, and he clearly struggled to find clothes that fit him when putting together his disguise. I think it's awesome that the character's size impacts how he interacts with the world so much, and again, in relatable ways

and personality wise, it is ALWAYS great to see fat characters portrayed as intelligent - not only is Jumba an accomplished scientist, he's also crafty and witty! a few quiet scenes imply a philosophical side, as he ponders on Stitch's existence and feelings as a living weapon. with Stitch explicitly being made in his own image to an extent, I'd argue there's even room to interpret some of the things he says about Stitch being hints to how he sees himself; we never learn much about Jumba's past, but it's clear he's a social misfit and strongly defiant. I don't think it's a stretch to assume some of what he said to Stitch about being a monster who can never belong anywhere was intended to read as projection (which makes it all the more heartwarming when both of them find a place to belong on Earth)

it's also a nice twist that toward the end, Jumba is the one who is unexpectedly compassionate toward Nani, while Pleakley tries to urge him to ignore her. again alluding to a level of emotional depth and intelligence that is often missing from even well-intentioned depictions of fat people. his character isn't even fully explored, and yet he's one of the most dynamic and interesting supporting characters in a movie full of fantastic characters. the audience is expected to find him fascinating and even sort of mysterious, and he is!

the sequels and spinoffs were more merchandise-driven franchise fluff for kids than the artsy direction of the original movie, but even so, I remember Jumba went on to become Lilo's lovable, amoral uncle figure, which I also thought was so fun as a kid. I love that they committed to the fact that he was more caring and compassionate than he seemed. not only was he a cool evil mad scientist character, but he was also eventually ... a friend ...

and he was even gay

#deerchatter #jumba jookiba #lilo and stitch #fat characters #fat representation #i don't want fat characters that are the nice silly best friend character with self esteem problems #i want them to be the most difficult hang of your life

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readwritealldayallnight · 2 months ago

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Part 3 of ‘Bird Watching’ aka hot construction worker Simon x single mom reader

He thinks your favourite colour must be yellow

It’s the first thing he notices when he walks into your flat, or rather, the first thing his brain registers as existing around you, because in actuality he’s unable to let his eyes stray from your form for even a second

From the corner of his eye, he spots a yellow rain jacket hung up by the front door as he kicks his boots off, sees yellow mugs drying next to the empty baby bottles by the sink, notices yellow pillows and blankets laid out across the couch next to a laundry basket, tiny onesies and burp cloths left half folded inside, notices an arrangement of drooping yellow tulips in a vase that have seen better days, and in the midst of all the sunshine scattered across a flat evidently well lived in, well loved, is you

You, in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that definitely doesn’t have dried spit up on it, bags beneath your eyes betraying the exhaustion that your smile refuses to divulge, and with a tiny baby cradled against your soft chest, you’re nothing short of a vision Simon feels unworthy to be bearing witness to, the epitome of everything he thought he would never have, would never deserve, pure and unabashed domesticity at its finest

He thinks you’re the most beautiful sight he’ll ever see

As privileged as he feels to have been invited inside your flat, inside your home, invited to take a glimpse into the four walls that keep you and your baby bird sheltered from the outside world where things aren’t all sunshine, another part of him wishes you’d never extended the invitation in the first place

When you’d answered the phone last night, he could tell immediately that he had called at an inopportune time

The sound of a baby’s displeased shrieking in the background was impossible to ignore, even over the sound of your sweet ‘Hello?’ coming through the line, but how was he meant to ask if this was a bad time, when you let out the most delighted, tantalizing little gasp when he’d said it was Simon calling

“Oh, Simon! It’s so nice to hear from you! How are you?” You’d asked him, voice sweet as a candy and addictive as a drug. How was he? Well when you said things like that, he felt like he was on the verge of either a heart attack or a relapse into something he was sure would leave him feeling high for the rest of his days, but he managed instead to tell you that he was fine, not that you’d heard his reply

Talking on the phone while holding a newborn who demanded her mum’s undivided attention proved to be a feat easier said than done

“Sorry, could you say that again?”

“Asked how you girls were holdin’ up?” He’d repeated for you, voice a little louder for you to understand over the noise

“We’re alright. Better now that you’ve called, we’ve been lookin’ forward to hearin’ from you. I mean- I don’t mean to get ahead of myself here but, I’m guessing you’ve called with good news? I hope?”

Simon couldn’t help but let the small chuckle that built in his chest and slipped past his lips, knowing that there wasn’t a single alternate reality out there where he’d allow himself to ever give you anything other than good news, give you any reason other than to smile

“It is good news.” He confirmed, smile widening when he could practically hear you grinning on the other end of the phone. “Though there are a few uh- kinks we might have to sort out.”

Whatever reply you might have given, Simon was unable to hear over the sound of tiny cries on the other end growing louder, more insistent

“Sorry, I think she’s ready for another feeding.” You’d explained to him after the interruption, unaware that the mental image you’d just painted in Simon’s mind, of your aching breasts being suckled on while you spoke to him over the line, had his heart skip a beat, shaking his head and willing himself to stay focused. “Feels like the little lady never stops eating.”

“Would it be easier if I met you somewhere? Might be able to give you all the details tha’ way.” He thought about how he’d have to thank your baby bird one day, for giving him an easy excuse to see you in person again

“Think you might be right.” You’d giggled softly through the phone, a deep blush creeping up Simon’s neck up to the tips of his ears at the sound

Now, Simon wasn’t overly thrilled at how easily you offered him your home address, in spite of him offering to meet you at a cafe, or a park, anywhere that’d be convenient for you, you’d explained to him that getting yourself and a newborn out of the house was more time consuming than the actual outing, and that you’d be happy to offer him a cup of tea for his troubles

As infatuated as he’d become with you since your last conversation, and as much as he’d hoped there was a sliver of a chance you’d been thinking of him too, he wasn’t keen on you so willingly giving your address to someone who was still more or a less a stranger, even if the stranger was doing you a monumental favour

But Simon couldn’t fault you for being sweet, for being kind, for being so trusting, for still looking at the world and seeing good where others saw nothing, for finding the sunshine in the darkness

On top of that, he could tell how exhausted you were, despite your cheery disposition over the phone, the sleep deprivation was clear as day, certainly playing a part in your willingness to invite a stranger into your home, no questions asked

And that had Simon’s heart aching the entire drive over to your flat, thinking about how you were taking care of this new little life, so dependent on you for everything, but who was taking care of you? Who was making sure you were looked after? You’d mentioned how it felt like she never stopped eating, but who was there to remind you to eat enough too?

That train of thought led to a small pit stop along the way, sweet and savoury treats sat in the display case of the bakery reminded him of how little he knew about you, how we wasn’t sure which ones you’d prefer, until finally he was walking out with a box tucked under his arm filled with one of everything

As he’d knocked on the door to the flat, part of him had even wondered if he should’ve gotten some groceries for you as well, remembering how you’d said getting out of the house was especially tricky now, but he had to reign himself in, not wanting to overwhelm you too early, to come on too strong. You’d soon enough discover how willing he was to help, it would only be a matter of time until everything settled into place, for now he would have to pace himself

For now, he could allow himself to enjoy the sight of you licking your lips as you pull a chocolate croissant out of the to-go box, let himself appreciate the comfortable silence of a meal shared between two- as you’d insisted he had to have something to eat as well- two mugs of steaming tea sat cooling on the table as the tiny bird snuggled in her wrap sleeps peacefully against your chest

He hadn’t been able to get much of a glimpse at her last time, tucked away under layers of blankets in her pram, and granted her mum had been holding most of his attention. But now he’s able to get a slightly better look at her as she snoozes on you, her body as tiny as he remembers his nephew having been once. She’s got her mouth open in a slight ‘o’, her petite little hand curled up against the top of your cleavage, she slumbers without a care in the world, knowing she’s in the safest spot she could ever be, listening to her mum’s heartbeat beneath her ear

And you, every time your hand rubs gently against her back or softly pats her little bottom, eyes glancing down to check on her and eyes beaming with intangible love and devotion, well, you appear to quite literally glow before him. The two of you look like a perfect puzzle, the pieces fitting together seamlessly to reveal a most beautiful image

Simon only hopes that there’s perhaps room for a third puzzle piece in the mix, a chance to discover an even more complete picture, one that maybe includes him

“Part of me wants to insist again that you didn’t have to do this, but I think I actually really needed it.” You say, wiping crumbs off the corner of your mouth with a finger, Simon’s gaze inevitably locked on the movement, mind wandering towards thoughts of licking chocolate remnants off your lips with his own tongue. “So I’ll say thank you instead. Again.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies with a soft chuckle reverberating through his chest, shoulders unconsciously straightening with the pride he feels swell within him, knowing that such a simple gesture could so easily please you. “Really, no need to thank me.”

“I just um-” you add, shifting slightly in your seat, fidgeting with your fingers as you avoid his gaze and look at the box of sweets instead. “I just would feel bad taking all of these if someone’s waiting on you at home that would like them too. Should we save some for ‘em?”

You’re cute, Simon thinks to himself, trying to get an answer to a question you don’t want to ask directly, tip toeing around it

“There ain’t no one at home, love.” He confirms, the term of endearment slipping out intentionally this time, feeling emboldened by being in your home, in your orbit, in your gaze, and apparently being on your mind too. “They’re all yours.”

The treats are all yours, yes, but what he doesn’t dare say yet is that so is his time, his attention, his focus, they’re all yours now birdie, if you’ll allow him to give them to, that is

The blush that creeps up your cheeks has his own blood rushing south, your shy smile imprinting itself to the front of his brain for safekeeping. You’re as sweet as any of the goods they made in that bakery today, and so he decides he’ll let you in on the other question you’ve been dancing around since you’ve been sitting here chatting

“So is the nursery spot. It’s yours, I mean. Or, rather hers I suppose.” He adds, jutting his chin towards the bundle laid across your bosom, noticing how your face stills at his words for a second, before blooming into the brightest expression he’s seen on you thus far

“Really? Oh my gosh, are you serious? I- okay hold on, let me try and lay her down in her crib. I’m too excited, I’m gonna wake her up.” You say, the pure joy evident in your voice as you slowly rise from your seat, a palm cradled against the back of her head as you excuse yourself down the hall towards what must be your bedroom, Simon’s eyes following your every move until your mismatched socked feet are padding back towards him a few minutes alter

“Simon, you- you really mean it? What did- how did you- what’s- just tell me everything!” You laugh, pulling your kitchen chair closer towards his side of the round table, sliding your mug across the wood towards you as you settle in, beaming eyes locked on his

He has to fight to reign in the grin threatening to stretch across his face as well, your excitement contagious as he angles his body towards you, not missing the way your eyes flit towards the flexing muscle of his arms for a split second, before returning to his face

Now, Simon’s had ample time between meeting the daycare’s director and walking into your flat, and each second has been spent wondering how he would go about this… situation he’s put himself into, considering what he should do about the little white lie he didn’t correct when the owner presumed Simon was inquiring about a spot for his child, a child she presumed he shared with his wife, rather than the woman he’d started falling for only days earlier

And yet with all that time, and as skilled as Simon once was at making life or death decision in the blink of an eye, not having had the luxury to consider actions and consequences when in the heat of the moment in what feels like a lifetime ago, he hasn’t been able to bring himself to a decision, hasn’t been able to convince himself that it’s worth bringing up at all, so long as no one tugs too hard on the loose string and unravels everything he’s working to seam together

After all, if Simon has it his way, the owner’s assumption won’t be wrong for too much longer, and so as he sits across from you, waiting for his answer, he decides that no one is being hurt if he omits the truth just a little while longer

“Easy ‘nough to find the owner, after all.” Not entirely true. “Turns out she’s a friend of a friend, who would’ve known?” Not true at all. “Told her I needed a favour, and she was happy to oblige.” A lie. “They had exactly one infant spot left open, and it’s yours now.”

“Oh, Simon, I- I don’t even know what to say! I was only expecting you to find me a phone number, or a name, or- I can’t believe you would do all of that.” You practically gush, pulling your knees up so you’re facing him entirely now. “I thought I was going to have to beg whoever was in charge for a chance, no one in the city is accepting infants right now. I just- Simon I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am, truly. But, why would you even do all of this? Even if you’re down playing it, it sounds like you went through a lot of trouble for us.”

Simon decides he’ll try a little honesty for a change

“The truth?” He asks softly, and you nod up at him, gaze wholly enraptured by whatever reply he’s about to offer you. “Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ ‘bout you. Either of you. But, you especially.”

“R-really?” You practically whisper, the blush on your cheeks as dark as ever, though your smile is anything but shy this time. He would dare say you look almost relieved at his words, a sentiment that has his heart skipping another beat.

“O’ course.” He answers easily, wondering how he’s gone all his life without this feeling stirring in his chest, the rush of chemicals to his brain addictive to say the least, wondering why he’s denied himself this joy for so long. But then again, it was you he was waiting on all this time, wasn’t it? “The director would like to meet you first though, she said there’s enrolment details to sort through or something, and she wants to meet- erm-” He trails off, motioning in the direction of the hall where you’ve laid the baby bird to rest

“Rosie. Oh my gosh, I can’t believe how rude I am, you’ve done all this for us and I haven’t even introduced you to her properly!” You say, a hand unconsciously smoothing over your stomach where she once grew, as though that would always be the place you considered her first home, as being within you. “Her name’s Rose, but she’s my little Rosie.”

“Tha’s beautiful.” He says, following your gaze as you look lovingly down the hall towards her, as though you could both see her through the walls.

“Thank you. I had no idea what I was going to name her, all throughout my pregnancy. I was literally in the hospital bed pushing her out and still unsure what I’d call her.” You reminisce with a small laugh, Simon hanging onto your every word as you offer him a glimpse into your reality a few months prior, the time before you’d turned his world upside down, a time when the foundation of your own world was being rocked.

“I was uh- I was by myself for it. Didn’t have anyone there, and this one nurse was so kind to me. She made me feel like I wasn’t alone, stayed with me for all of it, even after I’d delivered. Afterwards everyone kept pressuring me to come up with a name for her already, one doctor even told me I should’ve been able to look at her and just know. That mothers are supposed to know these things when they look at their baby. But there was so much happening- I just couldn’t decide, nothing felt right for her. Anyways, a few hours after I’d given birth the nurse came into my room and she’d gotten me flowers, probably from their gift shop. But it was a bouquet of roses, it was- it was the nicest thing anyone had done for me in a long time and I knew right away, that my girl was going to be a Rose.”

Simon can’t help but to sit in comfortably silence for a moment, letting that information sink in. You’d told him in your first meeting that it was just you and the baby, that much he knew. And walking into your flat, it was evident that there wasn’t a trace of a man living here with you. But to hear this, to know that you were alone as you gave birth, the fucker who’d had the downright honour of putting a baby into you nowhere to be found, has Simon’s blood boiling. He’s seeing red, but he steels himself with a deep breath and files that information away for another time.

“Rose is perfect. Just like she is.” He says without hesitation, watching the far off look in your eye as you told your story change instantly into one of pride, your eyes meeting his again with gratitude brewing behind them.

“Thank you.” You whisper, a timid hand slowly reaching to rest on his forearm for a moment, the small gesture having Simon’s heart beat so rapidly he’s worried you’ll be able to hear it. “Anyways uh- you said she wants to meet us?”

“Right, just details she needs to iron out, nothin’ for you to worry ‘bout. The spot’s yours love, I made sure of it.” He affirms, knowing that he’ll be replaying this moment in his mind constantly as he shows up early to work in the mornings and leaves entirely too late at night in order to finish the job he’s promised would be completed early, all for you. “I think it’d be best if I went you girls, to the meeting. Don’t think anyone would give you a hard time but, just want to be there to be sure.” He also wants to be there to filter any questions that might arise about your relationship to one another, keep the thread from being pulled

“Oh, of course, okay.” You say, pulling your hand back as you go to reach for you phone, pulling up your calendar. “Do you know when she was hoping to meet? We’ve got an appointment with the paediatrician on Wednesday morning, but if she gives us enough time we could be on the tube and there by-”

“You’ve been takin’ the tube with her?” Simon cuts you off, more abruptly than he meant to, but the image of you and your baby bird stuffed into the tube with all the delinquents and criminals that frequent London’s underground instantly has the hairs on the back of his neck raising

“Well, yeah of course. Used to have a car but, selling it made more sense when- well you know.” You shrug, clearly not wanting to linger on your dwindling financial situation since bringing a baby into this world

“I’ll pick you girls up.” He declares without hesitation

“Oh, Simon you really don’t have to! Seriously, you’ve already done so much for us. I can’t ask that much of you.” You try to reason, though Simon can tell there’s not much fight behind those words, a mothers instinct to protect her baby stronger than your need to insist on independence at this moment, especially if it means not having to navigate a pram through the tube

“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, love. Like I said last time, I want to, so I will.” He replies simply, because to him it really is that simple. Give him the chance to prove himself, and he’ll give you everything, anything you need

“Well, if you’re sure.” You smile softly at him, placing your phone back on the table, worries dissipating already.

“I’ll reach out to ‘er and confirm a date and time.” He tells you, pulling his own phone out this time, preparing to shoot off a text to the owner right away, though your next words have him stilling, certain that his heart is going to give out soon

“Great. Then it’s a date.”

He’ll be sure to bring you yellow roses next time

But first, he’s got an infant car seat to go buy for his truck

Next chapter

Ladies and gentleman, part 3 of Bird Watching 😇😇😇

I am having entirely too much fun writing this series, and it really does mean the world to me that you all have been so into this story as well!!! Hope part 3 lived up to your expectations! Simon’s lies surely aren’t going to catch up to him, right?

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radiotorn · 1 year ago

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having to restrain from saying anything when my dad dares to say that men get paid LESS than women. in what world. are you out of your fucking mind old man.

#ow.err #IN WHAT WORLD ARE MEN PAID LESS THAN WOMEN.#like. i shouldnt be surprised he said that bc he watched and/rew t/ate and jo/e rog/an so like. of fucking course he'd think that.#but like dude. you have no idea what youre talking about.#and there is NO WAY im gonna even try to tell him otherwise bc he is. loud. yk.#im just gonna. leave that there. bc its not my responsibility to 'fix' my parents as much as id love to try.#its just not my responsibility. and itll prob just end in me getting screamed at anyways since they wont listen to me or anything i say #cuz im still a kid in their eyes ! ! ! !!!! ! ! so cool ! ! ! ! ! !#almost 20. father doesnt think i know how to wake myself up w/o being woken up by someone else.#SO INSULTING BTW. i always get up on time. no matter what. nearly 20 and he thinks im a fking child still #both my mom and dad do but my dad does it in an 'underestimating' me way and my mom does it in a 'tries to overly coddle me' way #you know? i dunno. i dunno. i wanna move out but money is so fked rn. and idk how to do like. anything. so im just...#gonna do my classes and try to get a nice job and save up for awhile before i actually move out to my own place #im also kind of scared bc idk if ill have the. will to care for myself once i move out. like im worried ill just let myself die #sso. things to. work on before i get out of here i guess. but the thing is this environment will not let me heal. ahhh !!!!!!!!!#the only way out is through!!! through and scared!!!!!!!!!!!! tmrw marks the start of my life potentially starting to change. for the bette #but still changing. and oh man. im very nervous. its scary #cuz like. i didnt think id live past like 12 ??? so to be almost 20 and very behind on 'adult things' is. scary?daunting?#it all almost feels unreal. like im reaching a part of my life i never thought id actually reach. it feels like ive been living on #borrowed time since 12 so now im like. damn i have to live dont i. i have to actively make this life worth living now #some days i still worry itll be my last but ... im just gonna try to take it one step at a time. its all i can do.#be as prepared as i can. and take it one step at a time. i clutch onto the hope that my life will get better #and i clutch onto it with an iron grip. because damn it. it has to get better than this. it has to.#wow this got derailed. oh well my poast my rules.

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deus-ex-mona · 8 months ago

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i think these two should kiss

#twt toxic girlie x twt toxic girlie yk—#in another life… i think they could’ve conquered the world together #the way their backstories are p much opposites of each other yet they somehow ended up in similar places (toxic idol twt) gets me every time #i think they had the potential to be a pretty sweet idol duo #like. asuna can be the aizo to chizuchan’s yujiro #since. y’know. going off their middle school backstories 1: asuna was popular and chizuchan had no friends #2: asuna auditioned to be an idol while chizuchan was scouted to be a model #3: the way asuna actively sought out solo gigs while chizuchan wanted *no* part of it #(s obs asuna w h y haseo isn’t even *that* great… yk who else is nice? mona—)#and 4: their hairstyles are matching (even though chizuchan’s is a wig)#and that’s not even getting into their opposite behaviours on idol twt #asuna openly disses others while chizuchan eggs on the haters just bc she can #anyways long story short i think they’d have been neat together. visual contrasts aside they could totally take on concon together #i miss concon and renren btw i hope they come back soon…#(idk if this even makes sense im t i r e d from day 1 of un-unemployment and i wish i could return to neet life alreadyyyyy)#anyways live love laugh toxic half twintail girlies that’s all bye #chizuutan chizpost

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whimsicalwritersstuff · 3 days ago

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Baked and filled

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x fem!Reader

Summary: Joel comes back home from work.

Warnings: 18+. BREEDING KINK, unprotected sex, Oral (f!receiving). Age gap (50s,20s), eaten from behind, bent over to the counter, breeding kink, praise, pet names, talking about pregnancy, soft!joel, dom!joel, pinv.

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You carefully slide the tray of cookie dough balls into the warm oven, you lean in to close the door, You smile to yourself, feeling proud of the delicious treats you're about to make.

The comforting sound of the crackling fireplace fills the living room as the cold winter wind howls outside.

You move to the sink, humming softly to yourself as you begin cleaning the mess you left behind.

The warm water feels nice against your hands as you scrub the bowl and utensils clean.

The gruff sound of your husband's voice snaps you out of your thoughts as the front door clicks shut.

You hear the soft thud of his boots being scraped against the doormat, "Babe, I'm home," he calls out, his deep voice carrying through the house. He steps into the kitchen, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of you in his old, well-worn t shirt.

The faded letters of his business name across your back make him smile, "What's cookin' sweetheart?" A warm smile spreading across his face at the mention of cookies. "You remembered how much I love 'em, huh?"

He steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. "You're too good to me, you know that?" You lean back into his embrace, the sponge pausing mid-scrub as you turn your head to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Someone's gotta take care of my big bad cookie monster," you tease lightly, your voice warm and affectionate.

He smirks down at you, watching as you continue washing the dishes. His calloused hands, still cold from being outside, slide slowly under the oversized shirt you're wearing - his shirt - feeling your warm, smooth skin.

"Damn," he mutters softly, enjoying your body's warmer h. His rough, calloused hands slowly move up, cupping your breasts possessively. He starts kneading the soft mounds.

A low hum of satisfaction rumbles in his chest as he warms his hands in your gentle curves. "Goddamn, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice growing huskier. "Your warm little titties are heating up my cold hands real nice."

He presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and groaning as his hands continue to massage your sensitive flesh. You let out a soft giggle, your hands pausing mid-task as his rough hands continue their gentle assault on your breasts.

"Joel..." you warn playfully, trying to sound stern but failing as his warm breath tickles your neck. "I'm trying to do the dishes here..." He smirks against your neck, "And I'm just trying to warm my hands, baby," he says with mock innocence, his hands still gently kneading your breasts.

"You just keep doing those dishes, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and teasing. "I'll just keep warming my hands right here." Unable to resist the temptation of your smooth skin, Joel starts placing soft kisses along your neck.

He works his way up from your shoulder, his lips gently nibbling and sucking on your sensitive flesh. His hands never stop their slow, sensual massage of your breasts, his calloused thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples.

Your cheeks flush pink as his lips and hands work their magic on you. You bite down harder on your lip to keep the moan trapped inside you. The sponge in your hand continues to move mechanically over the plates as you try to focus on something other than Joel's touch.

One hand continues kneading your breast while the other slides up to gently grip your throat. His lips move to capture your earlobe, giving it a playful bite as he presses his already rock-hard erection firmly against your backside. "You're driving me crazy, sweetheart," he growls low in your ear. Unable to resist any longer, Joel's hands become more urgent.

He squeezes your breast harder, his thumb rubbing circles around your nipple. With his other hand still on your throat, he starts grinding his hardness against your ass, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you. You bit down on your lip to suppres a moan as he smirked,

"but I'm not doing anything daddy..." You said with mock innconcence earning a groan from Joel as he hears you calling him 'daddy' "Not doin' anything, my ass," he mutters against your neck, a husky chuckle escaping his lips. Your innocent act just makes it hotter as you grind your ass against his cock, making him groan deeply.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he hisses out as you grind against him, the heat and wetness between your legs becoming more apparent through his jeans. His hands tighten on your throat and your sensitive tit, his breathing growing heavier. "You're getting all wet and warm back there, aren't you?"

His hand trails down your soft stomach and beneath the hem of his shirt (that you're wearing as a dress), finding no barriers whatsoever. "Damn, baby..." he whispers, smirking smugly into your neck.

One large hand cups your bare pussy completely, feeling how slick and warm you are. "Already fucking drippin' wet for me," he growls approvingly, his fingers spreading your lips apart to feel just how ready you are for him.

He pulls back slightly to look down at his hand cupping your bare pussy, watching his fingers glisten with your arousal in the warm kitchen light.

You lean back slightly against him, your breath hitching as you whisper in mock innocence again, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mmhmm," he hums disbelievingly, "Damn near coating my palm, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, his middle finger sliding back and forth slowly, gathering more of your wetness.

"So fucking tight," he whispers roughly against your ear as his thick finger slowly pushes inside you. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, and he slides in easily thanks to how wet you are.

"Look at how perfectly you're taking my finger, baby," he growls, starting a slow rhythm.

His thumb begins to circle your clit in slow, firm movements as he continues pumping his finger in and out of your tight pussy. "You like that, sweetheart? You like it when I finger your little cunt like this?" he asks in a low, dominant tone, his breath hot against your neck.

You whimper softly, your hips starting to move involuntarily against his hand. He adds a second finger, stretching you more as he curls them inside you, hitting that spot that makes your knees weak.

"Answer me," he demands, his fingers pumping faster and deeper. "Mm-hmm," you moan softly as his fingers nail that sweet spot inside you.

He swallows hard, his jaw tightening as he watches his fingers disappear inside you, making your juices coat his palm. "Damn, baby."

He starts moving his fingers faster, scissoring them inside you to prepare you for his much larger cock. His thumb circles your clit relentlessly while his other hand squeezes your breast hard.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out with a wet sound, making you whine at the loss. You look up at him with disappointed eyes, biting your lip as his fingers slip out of your warmth.

Before you can protest though, he brings those fingers dripping with your juices up to his mouth and licks them clean with a satisfied moan. "Jesus," he mutters softly, tasting your sweet pussy juice.

He reaches down with his clean hand and uses his thumb to pull down your lower lip, his eyes locked onto your bare pussy. "You're such a greedy little thing, aren't you? You gotta have some patience if you want somethin' sweetheart."

Without warning, he drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart roughly. He buries his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep inside you without any warning. You scream out in pleasure as he eats you out like a starving man, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

You grab the kitchen counter with both hands, knuckles turning white as Joel's tongue aggressively explores your pussy. Leaning back, you grind desperately against his face, chasing the intense pleasure. His hands move to your ass, holding you firmly against his mouth as he devours you eagerly.

His tongue laps at your clit relentlessly before plunging deep inside you again. You can hear him moaning against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You grind harder against him, your hips moving in desperate circles as he eats you out like a man possessed. He pulls back for a moment, his chin and lips glistening with your juices.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, before diving back in. His tongue flicks over your clit rapidly, making your legs tremble as you grind harder against him. He slides a finger inside you again, curling it just right to hit that magical spot.

His tongue continues to assault your clit, and you know you're not going to last much longer. You throw your head back and let out a loud, uninhibited moan as your orgasm crashes over you. "That's it, baby. Fucking come on my face," he growls against your pussy, feeling your walls clench tightly around his finger.

He laps at your clit with long, firm strokes as your orgasm wrecks through you, not letting up until your legs threaten to give out completely. He stands up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, still leaning heavily against the counter for support as joel watches you come down from your high.

You lean heavily against the counter, your legs weak and trembling. Joel scoops you up effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

Joel carries you to the dining table, gently laying you down on the cold wooden surface he then unbuckles his belt with shaking hands, desperate to be inside you.

"You've fuckin' ruined me," he mutters under his breath, unzipping his jeans and finally freeing his hard cock. It stands thick and proud, leaking pre-cum. He kicks off his jeans completely, stroking himself slowly while looking at you spread out on the table.

You smile seductively, biting down on your lower lip as you lean back on the table and spread your legs wide apart. Your pussy glistens wetly with desire as you stare at Joel with half lidded eyes.

"God, Joel," you whisper breathlessly, watching him stroke himself. "I've been waiting all day for that big, thick cock of yours to be inside of me," you said breathlessly.

"Please, Joel. I need you so fucking bad..." You whined, "Christ," he breathes out roughly, precum beading at the tip of his cock. "You dirty girl, talkin' like that..." His eyes darken with pure desire as he steps closer, lining himself up with your entrance. "You want this he? Want him to fill that tight little pussy?"

"Yes," you moan, Your breasts heave with your shallow breaths, your pussy pulsing with need.

He grabs your hips roughly, pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He wraps one hand around his length and slowly pushes the fat head inside you.

"Jesus fuck," he mutters, watching your pussy stretch around his thickness. He slides in another inch slowly, making you moan loudly.

He continues to slowly feed his massive cock inside you, inch by inch, until he's finally buried to the hilt. You feel stuffed full, stretched impossibly wide around his girth. Joel's fingers dig into your hips as he starts to move, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in deep and slow.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he groans, picking up the pace slightly but still maintaining a slow, deep rhythm. He watches as his cock slides in and out of you, glistening with your wetness. "So tight and wet for me."

He leans over you, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to play with your clit. His thumb circles the sensitive bud as he starts to fuck you harder and faster.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your moans and his grunts. "I'm gonna fill you up," he says, his voice low and gravelly as he fucks you harder and deeper.

"Gonna pump my hot cum inside this tight little cunt." His hand on your hip tightens as he starts to lose control, his thrusts becoming erratic and forceful.

"Fuck, I need to breed you," he growls, his hips slamming into yours with brutal force. "Need my seed to spill deep inside you and make this pussy pregnant." He leans down, biting your neck as he fucks you relentlessly, chasing his orgasm. "Gonna fill you up so much..."

"Mmm, you'd look so beautiful with my baby growing in your belly," he murmurs against your neck, sucking and biting the skin, hitting just the right spot inside you. "You'd make such a good mother..."

"mmm yes..." you moan loudly, your body trembling with need. " I want you to breed me and make me carry your child, Joel, please..." Your words send Joel over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and explodes. He holds himself deep inside you, his thick cock pulsing as he fills your womb with his hot, sticky cum.

"Take it all," he growls, his teeth sinking into your neck as he continues to breed the fuck out of you, ensuring every drop of his seed is planted inside you.

He pants against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continues to shoot his load.

"You're gonna be so fucking full of my cum, it's gonna leak out of this tight little pussy for days." You moan softly as your legs tremble beneath him, feeling his massive cock slowly pull out of you.

As he slips free, a thick rope of his cum follows, dripping down your swollen lips and onto the floor below.

He brings his fingers to your dripping pussy, collecting the mixture of his cum and your juices.

He pushes those cum-coated fingers back inside you, knuckles deep. "And we don't waste anything in this household," he murmurs, ensuring every last drop is pushed back into your needy hole.

"Jesus fuck," he mutters appreciatively, watching proudly his handiwork. He rubs your clit gently with his cum-covered thumb before pulling away completely, leaving you messy and well-used.

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