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maybe-your-left · 2 years

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what goes up must come down - chapter eight

Summary: Kylo raised a brow, “Do you still want ice cream today?”

“Yes please.”

“Then get your dirty ass finger off that dress.”

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These sheets are too silky, too soft, too… too much?

Your hotel bed sheets would’ve been more gritted, maybe would've caught on your skin while you tossed and turned throughout the night. Gaze across the dimmed room at your sleeping baby's face, cherub cheek squished against the low thread count pillow.

Instead of lying on your back and staring at the ceiling fan on a low hum, you laid in a pitch black room.

A large california king four poster bed, sleek black wood. An abundance of silky pillows that cupped the back of your head, enough room for you to spread your legs before brushing a cold calf of another person.

Snoring like a buzzsaw going through a plank of wood, followed by snorting that could wake the dead.

Even a black shade over his eyes, smelling like burgemont and cloves. Too good for a man who spent a good quarter of your life making it a living hell.

God, you remembered what it was like falling asleep with him when you were younger.

He was riddled with night terrors, waking up screaming so loudly he burst blood vessels in both his eyes. While you were so tired from medications to keep you asleep through the ramblings.

Throwing punches in his sleep, walking around your dorm room in the dead of night. Pushing open doors to rooms that were locked, once he was almost arrested for trying to get in someone’s room when you burst out and woke him.

Having to wrap your arms and legs around him to calm him down, don’t ever wake a sleep walker.

You turned your head to look at him now, older. Wiser, softer even, when you thought he would be a jagged mess of what he once was.

As bruised and bloodied as his under eyes betrayed the first few mornings you were at Niagara.

He looked so defeated.

But now, you saw the profile of a man who was sleeping serenely. Calm and collected, aside from forgetting to invest in a breathe-right nasal strip for his fucking snoring.

You signed, slapping your palms over the covers in a huff. You couldn’t sleep, not with the earlier events of the evening playing on repeat in your mind.

The cheek kisses, calling you Angel by mistake, Nyx dropping daddy on him.

You used to be his saviour, his miracle, his angel. Sent down to help him become someone worth living, he would whisper it between showering your lips with kisses at the end of every night.

Pressing you up against the flimsy wall of your first apartment together, hiking up your leg to wrap around his hip before grinding down.

Angel-my love-my perfect one.

I love you so much.

Don’t ever forget that, no matter what happens.

You remember what he did when you found out Nyx's gender, he got down on his knees. Gripping your sides with the shakiest of hands and ripping your shirt over the barely there bump.

Pressing featherlight kisses to the stretching skin while silent tears fell from his eyes.

Another gift.

You took a sharp breath, snapped out of it by a particularly harsh snort. Kylos head whipped to the left, the black silky covering his eyes staring straight through you.

A small fingertip came up to caress his cheek, Nyx looked so much like him. Your heart thundered in your chest as you smoothed over his jaw, towards the sharp angle of sunken flesh.

Dusted pink and purple from how deep it cut through flesh and bone, right under the eye shade. And across his right brow, you traced the line softly. Wishing you had been there when it happened, like when all his previous injuries happened.

When Kylo was younger, he had fallen in with the wrong crowd. Calling you one night and explaining he had been stabbed and had to go to the hospital.

You drove there shaking, in your tiny college car. Barely knowing him other than the first few weeks of steady fucking, he was in an alleyway across town. Back behind a dumpster, his black tank top was soaked with blood and he was paler than usual.

You’d helped him to the hospital, held his hand while he got stitches. Pretending like he wasn’t crying when they asked for his emergency contact and he had no one, not even a sibling or cousin who could be called about the attack.

He was alone, except for you.

“Stoppit,” Kylo grumbled in his sleep, twitching his cheek, “Itches when you touch.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, petting his cheek one more time before settling back down.

He sniffled loudly, pulling away his mask before blinking a few times. Locking eyes and sighing before he moved his cheek away from your fingers.

“Why are you still awake?”

You shrugged, moving to touch him again. “How’d you get this, Ky?”

“Will knowing make you fall asleep?”

“I don’t know…”

Kylo hummed, rubbing his face and massaging the scar in question. Sighing once more, “I got in a fight…”

You rolled your eyes, rolling to your side so your body faced his. “Obviously, how else would someone get a scar like that?”

He shot you a glare.

“When did it happen? You didn’t have it-“ you stopped, not wanting to taint the mood with the memory of you leaving.

“About two years after you left,” he scratched his cheek, “Wasn’t a fun day.”

“I bet…”

Kylo rolled closer to you, enough for you to really take stock of the scar. How jarred and deep it really was, had to hurt badly and clearly he didn’t take care of it when it happened. Your hand came up aside from him flinching slightly and started touching it again.

Softly kneading the muscles of his cheek, “What happened, Kylo?”

“I got in a fight,” he started again, “And it was with my old man, about a week before he passed away. It festered and pussed and bruised because I didn’t let anyone take care of it until I had to go to his funeral with my eye closed shut from infection.”

“Oh shit-Han did that?”

He made a noncommittal noise, moving his face from you again. “Wasn’t his fault, he tried to apologise for it afterwards but I was so mad. All I could think about was how no one cared about me, how my own father scarred me because he was afraid of what I might do.”

“I care about you,” you whispered softly.

“Not then,” he whispered back, eyes turning glassy like your own, “You weren’t there, and that’s all I could think about. How if you were there you would’ve told me that it made me handsome, and that it was okay, and you would’ve helped me clean it or bring a sorry present to him. But you weren’t there, and that broke me.”

“Kylo,” you took a sharp inhale, launching forward and into his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck and proceeding to cry into his skin. “I’m-so sorry, I’m so sorry, I-I”

“I know you are.”

Big hands cradled your skull, rocking the two of you back and forth in a tight embrace of tears and apologies. You pressed soft kisses along his cheek, running up and down the length of the scar. Pulling back to search his eyes, you whispered, “Will you kiss me?”

Kylo took a deep breath, sharp enough for you to feel the air sucked from your lungs. Licking his lips before glancing at yours, open and waiting for an answer.

“Please-“

Sealing your own with his, he stopped your plead. Both of you inhaled sharply at the first taste in so long. A tongue licking at your lips for entrance, you opened slightly. Choking a little from the tears mixed with passion, Kylos tongue plunged inside.

The taste was sharp and absolutely perfect, you moaned.

Throwing your arms around his neck, Kylos left hand cradled your skull. Keeping you still while you moaned in bliss, other gliding down your cheek to your jaw and neck. Squeezing slightly, you gasped, lips pulling away with a string of spit connecting, “Fuck, Kylo-I…”

“I know,” he whispered again, pushing you into the mattress softly as he climbed over you. “It’s alright, it’s going to be alright.”

You nodded, “I need-“

Kylos body pressed into yours, the weight a comfort that you desperately needed. Digging into his bare shoulders while you kissed at his lips over and over. It was what you craved, wanting everything he could give you.

His hand left your throat, slipping under the covers stretching to the hem of your nightgown. Tugging it up over your hips, you whined and lifted to help him on his quest. The touch of his fingertips hot on your cold skin, sending sparks of arousal through you until it gathered at your center.

You pulled back from showering his face, breathing hot on his lips. “Take me, I need you,” you whispered, opening your legs to make room for him. Moaning when his fingers slipped under your panties, meeting your wetness that had gathered.

He groaned at the first touch, sliding through your folds to your clit. Swiping in a tight circle, “I need you too, I’ve needed you for so long…”

Slipping your thumbs under your panties, tugging them off your jelly legs while his lips sucked on your collarbone. Harsh and wet, “Fuck,” you cried out. Legs falling open as wide as you could.

Kylos hand slicked from your arousal sunk inside you, thick against your tight walls. You cried, tucking your face into his outstretched neck while he laved at your chest. Two fingers joining the wetness, you felt them slide in and out, deep as he could get to his knuckles.

Slamming into your cunt, you gasped louder and louder and louder before Kylos lips left you. Pulling back onto his knees, wet fingers to his lips, “You better be quiet,” he warned, “I don’t need Nyx waking up to her mother being a slut for her daddy.”

You flushed, embarrassment flooding your bones but also simmering arousal at his threat. Whispering back at him, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you…”

“Good girl,” Kylo purred.

Moving between your legs with ease, you watched him slip his hand into his sleep pants. Tugging out his hard cock, sliding his wet digits over the length. You shimmied your body down towards him, moving your arms out of the infuriatingly slippery nightgown.

Stripping bare for him, you reveled in his eyes dancing over your form. Focusing on your bare breasts swinging as you threw the nightgown across the bedroom. You fell back into the pillows, sighing softly as Kylo crawled closer.

Propping your thighs to sprawl around his hips, you felt the head of his cock slip through your folds. Prodding at your entrance softly, dipping into your honey pot only an inch before slapping at your clit.

Shushing your whimpers, gathering your wrists in his hand above your head. Pinning you down before he pushed inside, “Fuck-you’re always so tight for me.”

“Just for you,” you cooed, straining to touch his body as he began thrusting.

Setting a punishing pace, Kylo leaned over your shaking form. Teeth bared and groaning as the tip grazed your deepest parts, hooking towards the front wall to skim over your spot. Sending shockwaves of pleasure behind your eyes, you cried out at a hard thrust, “Oh please-please can I cum?”

He nodded, gripping your waist hard before he pulled out. Whining loudly and launching towards him, “Hey, I was close!”

“Shut up, you’ll finish,” he growled, tugging at himself a few times while you panted. Kylo throes your wrists back before smirking at your irritated scowl, “Flip over, I want to fuck you so hard you wake up our daughter.”

You chuckled, scrambling on all fours and sighing as he slipped right back in.

“Someone thinks highly of himself…”

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Kylo had to muffle her mouth with three of his fingers, lodged down her tight throat so she would stop screaming.

Never had he worked up such a sweat from fucking someone, his back a sneeze away from spasming while he plowed her into oblivion.

Slobber coating one of the pillows now on the floor, along with the remnants of sheets that were covered by her squirt when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Clenching his teeth while she constricted around his cock like a heavenly kiss, he saw stars when he came.

Filling her deep and to the brim, the sheer white glimmer shining in the darkness of the room.

He lapped it up with his flat tongue, savoring the taste of their combined juices. Covering his face before finally kissing her kitten soft lips, mewling before slumbering down into her pillows.

Kylos never felt so stated.

Happy, even!

Like all the uncertainty of the world came crashing down as their lips finally touched. And he missed her, oh he missed her. Even with her right next to him, he needed to feel her.

Coiling around her form into the early morning sun that streamed through the curtains. Kylo stared at her face, delicate and furrowed in concentration, whatever dream she’d been having causing her focus to wane from their passionate affair.

He glanced under the covers, sighing contentedly at her nude form. This he could get used to, her rising and falling breasts, nipples tightening as the silk sheet slips over them.

Kylo thought about leaning over and suckling one into his mouth, waking her up with his tongue swirling around the tight buds. Maybe she would reward him with a well deserved blow job, thinking about it made him chub up a little under the cover.

But no, he glanced at his phone, propped up on a stand to see the time.

7:30 AM.

Nyx would be awake soon, wanting and begging for attention. He had gotten so lucky she was sleepy last night when the ghosts of his past showed up at dinner. And Katie being a bitch with her declaration of wanting him as a boyfriend, he shuddered at the thought.

Looking back down at (Y/N)s sleeping face for reassurance, maybe… just maybe, he could ask her if she’d like to throw a label on the arrangement?

He had tried to push her for what she wanted in the past and she was against him talking about the future. But that was before she came crawling to his house, without his prompting! And made her way back into his soul, there was no turning back after last night.

Kylo was sure of it.

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering that he would be back before rolling out of bed.

Usually, his mornings consisted of him getting up for a jog in his home gym. Followed by lifting weights for an hour, maybe an hour and a half depending on his sleep. Second jog around the parks across from the building, stop for coffee, and come up to a pre-made breakfast of nine eggs with only two yolks and a smoothie.

But he had to forget that plan, because he opened the hallway door and was met with the grumpy face of his child.

Little arms crossed over her princess pajama chest, hair messed up like she slept for a thousand years.

“Hello, Nyx.”

She glared at him, “Where’s mommy?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “She’s asleep.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s tired,” from a long night, he thought about adding. But didn’t want to explain what that meant to a five year old. Blanching at the thought of ever having to explain it to her…

He shook himself, hands on his hips to stare her down with a taste of her own medicine. “Would you like some chocolate chip pancakes?”

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“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

Kylo rolled his eyes, seated on his black couch with Nyx climbing all over his lap. Not really paying attention to the cartoons he turned on, he even had to pay for the specific channel for her and here she was not appreciating it.

He grunted as her knee went into his side, grabbing at her waist to hold her down. She was filthy too, still in her pajamas like he was, and smeared in the chocolate he stupidly fed her.

Her mom stood to the side, eying the two of them with suspicion. Brushing back her done hair and checking inside her purse, “I won’t be back until tomorrow morning, so I need to be sure you don’t need Vic or Rose to come get her.”

Kylo scoffed, covering Nyxs ears aside from her high pitched whine, “She’s my daughter-I don’t need another man being her caretaker.”

They squinted at one another before Nyx wrestled off his lap and fell towards the coffee table. Beginning her cries, “Mommy I don’t want you to go…” Kylos heart broke.

He didn’t want her to leave either, utterly confused how to deal with his daughter alone. In his own house… what would he do? It wasn’t kid proofed at all.

He had stubbed his toe on a table leg last week, glancing down at the bruising digit before clearing his throat again.

“Nyx, it’ll be alright. I can take you shopping and maybe get some new things to show mommy when she’s back. Okay?”

Her eyes lit up, jackpot. Such a spoiled demon he had, an excellent treat for him to exploit. Nyx scrambled back into his lap, another knee now in his gut while she climbed over his shoulder and proceeded to bounce.

(Y/N) chuckled while Kylo groaned at the awkward pressure, moving to the other side of the couch to kiss Nyxs chubby cheeks a few times dramatically, “You have fun with Kylo okay? And be an extra good girl for me, so he doesn’t kick us out next time.”

She grinned at that, “Okay, mommy!”

Kylo looked over his shoulder at her, watching while she wrestled with a way to say goodbye. Could they kiss in front of Nyx? Would she think it was weird? He wasn’t sure-but then his cheeks were grabbed by her hands and she planted a hot kiss on his lips.

Popping obscenely in his child’s ear, he could feel the red lipstick she wore smeared over his own.

He swallowed harshly, voice croaking, “See you tomorrow?”

A nod, followed by another quick kiss and she was out the doorway.

Kylo was in heaven, truly floating while Nyx rested in his lap to watch the TV. Humming some tune of whatever they were watching before her little voice caught his attention.

“Why’d mommy kiss you, Kylo?”

His heart stopped, what do you tell a five year old? Do you try and explain the process of their relationship? Or lie and say everyone does it? He doesn’t want her trying to kiss everyone she sees just because he told her it was okay…

“Is it because mommy is your girlfriend?” Her voice teased. Nyxs little head leaned back on his shoulder, peering up at him with mock disgust.

Perfect, she knows sarcasm now.

He sighed, standing up with her wrapped in his arms and started walking towards the bedrooms. They both stunk and needed to get dressed for the day, Kylo set her down at her doorway.

“Yes, mommy is my girlfriend Nyx.”

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Five year olds aren’t fit to dress themselves.

They are barely fit enough to respect personal boundaries, or space, or any decency whatsoever. Kylo learned very quickly that Nyx was not equipped to handle any tasks other than getting the bare minimum done.

He was just finishing shaving his face when she kicked in the bathroom door in just a t-shirt and her underwear. Thank god, Kylo had the blade down or else he would’ve slit his throat.

Quickly rushing her out of his bedroom with the promise of candy, Nyx led him to her suitcase which had been ripped open and strewn across the bedroom.

Kylo sighed at the display, resigned to buying her all new clothes throughout the day. He grabbed out some black leggings, and tried to pair it with a maroon sweater her mom packed. Another layer would be better since it was cold out, so he fished out a tan cardigan that she could wear too.

Nyx followed him back into his bedroom complaining about her wet mess of hair. Kylo dragged a chair into the bathroom, forcing her to sit still while he brushed through it.

Mumbling out small apologies when he yanked too hard. Nyx hummed and mumbled while he brushed away her baby hairs, content to feel her soft hair through his fingers.

Something he thought he’d never have the chance to touch just four months ago…

After braiding her hair, thanks to Leia for teaching him when he was younger, he wrapped her in a warm coat and pulled on his own.

“Okay Nyx,” he held out his hand, “Hold my hand and don’t run away, we are walking to a few stores.”

“Okay, where are we going?”

Kylo locked his front door, slipping his pinkie and ring finger into her small palm. Rubbing her knuckles with his oversized thumb, “Just a couple places, okay? You’ll get something from each one.”

“Can we get toys? Auntie Rose's place has toys…”

The elevator dinged on the bottom floor, Kylo gripped Nyx tighter. Walking out into the shiny lobby of his building, giving a very glances towards his neighbors who seemed shocked to see a child with him.

Kylo was sure it was a sight to see.

“Alright,” he pulled Nyx closer to his form, the streets were bustling with people and he was momentarily considering bringing a dog leash to reign her in. “Can you stay right by me the whole time?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“And be a good girl and listen to me?”

Another nod.

“Okay, let’s go write some checks.”

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“Nyx,” Kylo hissed for the fiftieth time, “Stop touching everything.”

She glared over her shoulder, reaching out with a steady fingertip to touch the expensive gown in front of her.

He did not break eye contact, she would not win this. The saleswoman would just have to wait, “Nyx.”

“What?”

The sass, he growled, ripping off another check to hand to the waiting hands of whatever her name was. Again, not blinking at his monster of a daughter, “Stop. It.”

“Stop what?”

Kylo raised a brow, “Do you still want ice cream today?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then get your dirty ass finger off that dress.”

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"Somehow I'm writing the checks and I'm wrong?" that's kylo all this chapter

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typinggently · 2 years

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While out with the dog this morning, I made a voice memo to make sure I wouldn't forget a dialogue set up for a later chapter of the Butchlander forced co-parents (and BenHughie terrible co-conspirators) no-powers AU, so have a snippet from the second chapter, shortly before John meets his son.

Safe to say, Vought uploading their National Working Parents Day video was a special treat 😭

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#*pat pat pat pat*#I love my single dad.#Butchlander #BenHughie #the snippet was Butchers&H's first meeting with Ben btw #they are so manipulative 😌 Not that B isn't a piece of utter shit without that though #poor John. 💀.#Youtube

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greyturned · 2 years

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but also who is going to give me dad Ben stuff

#-gestures at his single dad verse-#* &. ben solo stan first human second. / out of character

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mceproductions · 1 year

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Best of 2022 Movies #15: Marry Me

Our best half begins proper with this surprisingly enjoyable romcom that unexpectedly has roots in a graphic novel.

But also unlike the similarly named webtoon that is highly recommended and equally compelling.

Jennifer Lopez portrays Kat Valdez a pop star with a rising career and fiancé in Bastian.

On the last leg of their tour where the duo are exchanging vows onstage, news of his infidelity leaks and facing humiliation either way Kat goes through with the wedding.

Only it’s to Owen Wilson’s math teacher Charlie who held up his Besties Marry Me Sign.

Now as a single dad thrust into the position of celebrity, and the pop star facing normal life the unlikely couple navigates life and everything that comes their way.

This was a treat, full of good music an enjoyable twist on the genre and with JLOs unexpected reunion with Ben Affleck (More Later) this does set a good mood for anyone thinking of taking the leap.

Feel good all the way.

SUM 22: The Years most unexpected adaptation brings JLo and the wow guy together as a couple born of the most unexpected circumstance ever.

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whcwashe · 10 months

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Listen — LISTEN —

#ooc #I don’t need anyone to have an in depth discussion about Secret Invasi*n with me #but I do need someone to talk to me about how Ben Mendels*hn as Talos is like #pushing every single one of my ‘I have a weird kink for sad Dads in bad situations’ buttons #anyway …

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brithombar · 1 year

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fantastic four are def the best superhero team for family content, the dynamic of marriage with young children & the fun ridiculously young uncle has never once been less than excellent storytelling with them

#havent read any of their recent stuff but ben grimm being a single dad now is great as well

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ashwhowrites · 2 months

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No cash, no problem

Summary- Y/N can't afford to pay Eddie for the night, but he has a different payment in mind

⚠️smut- oral sex and fingering ( age gap but it's all legal )

Single milf!reader x babysitter!Eddie

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Eddie struggled to find a job, he did his dealing but he also wanted a job so Wayne could know where the money came from. But based on his appearance and reputation in the town, not many gave him the opportunity.

Then he met a stressed-out mom in a store. Way in over her head and struggling to keep her three kids in check. He helped that day and now months later, he found himself their babysitter.

Eddie adored Y/N and her kids. He met her ex, he was a total dick and a shitty dad. The kids loved him, he got along the best with the two boys. They talked about movies and video games. He got along with everyone and he had a good relationship with Y/N.

Eddie had all the kids down for bed by the time Y/N arrived. He sat on the couch as he watched the TV low. He watched as she bent over to take off her heels. She sighed deeply and ran her hand through her hair.

"Stressful night?" Eddie asked, his voice causing her to jump and turn around. A relieved smile as she noticed it was Eddie. He muted the TV as she walked over. He eyed her dress, the way her body looked amazing. Her curves are more at notice with the tightness of the material. Her perfume smelled amazing and she looked gorgeous.

"You have no idea," she groaned, she began to dig around in her purse. Eddie assumed for cash for the night.

"Tried a date, right? Complete asshole, who didn't even pay for dinner. Then doesn't drive me home so I had to take a cab," her voice got more stressed as she dug around in her purse faster. "Which now I realize I gave the last amount of my cash to the driver and now can't pay my fucking babysitter." She groaned, throwing her purse on the floor.

Eddie held back a small laugh at her mini meltdown. "It's alright, Y/N. Don't worry about it." He said.

"No! You do so much for us and deserve to be paid. I mean you got Ben an A on his project, and Kasey won't shut up about you. I think she's in love. And Jack adores you. I mean you do more than their father." She ranter, steering away from the topic. "Can I double it next time? Or I can write a check?" She struggled to find a solution and she was so frantic about it. Eddie couldn't help but watch her fall apart.

"Those are all fine. Or honestly, it can be on me. It sounds like a shitty night." Eddie offered, he stood up, his body up close next to hers. He felt his fingers inching towards her before his brain knew.

"I need a bath then I'll be fine. But I'm still paying you some way." She smiled gently at him as she touched his arm. A short way to show her affection and a promise. She went to move away but Eddie moved faster. His hand grabbed her arm, and he brought her hand up to his mouth. He watched as she froze and sucked in the air. Her mouth slightly opened.

"I think I know a way you can pay me. A slightly different method." He whispered, then he took her ring finger, one that used to have a band around, and slowly put it in his mouth. He was crossing a huge boundary and he prepared for the slap across his face. But instead, she moaned and zoned her eyes in on his mouth as he sucked her finger.

"What's that?" She whispered, her voice cracked and she coughed to try to fix it. Her eyes never left his mouth as he let her finger go with a pop.

"Let me eat," he started, yanking her arm to bring her body smack against his. She stumbled into him but he kept them in balance, "that pretty pussy, momma." He whispered against her lips.

She wasn't sure if she got drunk off her glass of wine or if Eddie was truly hitting on her. He was an attractive boy, but he was just in his twenties and she was ten years older than him. It was way too wrong to feel this turned on.

"The kids." She mumbled, turning her head to look up the stairs. Eddie grabbed her chin and brought her face against his again. His lips were right on top of hers.

"Then you'll have to be quiet then, huh?" He smirked, raising his eyebrows as he challenged her.

"But..." She trailed off. She tried to wrap her brain for an argument but she felt like her brain shut off.

"You say stop, and I'll stop. Let me make you feel good, take away your stress. Feast on you like you've never felt. Not by that loser ex-husband and not that loser from tonight." His dirty words made her submit. A little pleasure wouldn't kill her and he was of age. And based on the hardness she felt against her thigh, it was something he wanted.

She nodded and allowed his lips to smash on hers. She gasped as he slammed her against the wall and his hands immediately slipped under her dress. She moved her tongue into his mouth and her hands went in his hair. She was rough and tugged. Harder each time she heard the growling sound he made.

She moaned against his tongue as his fingers moved her underwear aside, and his fingers fucked into her. Her head fell back and his mouth latched on her neck. She cradled his head as she began to ride his fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep quiet, not trying to scar her children for life.

She gripped his hair harder when his thumb rubbed her clit and his teeth sunk into her flesh.

She got her breath back when he pulled away, but her break didn't last long. He dropped to his knees and pulled her leg over his shoulder. He growled at the sight of her wet pussy, pulsing and asking for more. He didn't need the extra wetness, but he still spit right on her clit. A way to mark her as his.

She threw her hand over her mouth the second his tongue was on her clit. He knew just how to suck and flick. He made her knees shake. His fingers were back inside of her as he sucked on her clit.

Eddie loved the taste of her on his tongue. She was sweet and way better than he imagined. He couldn't deny the amount of times he thought of doing this. And the many nights he craved to taste her just like this.

He didn't care to be clean, he was messy and sloppy. His tongue moved between her folds to taste every inch, removing his fingers just to circle his tongue inside. Her body arched off the wall and he could feel her digging at his roots.

Eddie moved his tongue back up to her clit, and his fingers entered her again. He went fast and slipped in three fingers, and then slipped in a fourth one. He felt her snapping before she even made a sound. Four fingers deep as he fucked her and spelled his name with his tongue on her clit, sucking harshly at the very end as she came.

Her body slumped against the wall but he kept his mouth on her, shoving her against the wall and he held her up as he finished tasting her. She was sensitive and shaking but he made sure to lick up every single drop.

She tried to catch her breath when he gently placed her leg back on the ground, he moved her underwear back in place and pushed the underwear against her sensitive clit. She bit back the whine, the material soaked up her wetness. He pushed her dress back down and cleaned off his mouth.

He smirked as he took in her fucked off state. "no cash, no big deal."

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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so... i might have gotten a little carried away...

my itsv and atsv bots masterlist

miguel o'hara bots:

feral miggy that you caught

resting with your husband miggy

drunk miggy

sick miggy

oh you made him mad miggy

7 minutes in heaven with miggy

smitten with you miggy

arranged marriage miggy

jealous miggy (1)

sharing a bed with miggy

wanna have kids? miggy

jealous miggy (2)

you and miggy are prideful knuckleheads

divorcing miggy

working with miggy as your supervisor

being miggy's secretary

you're his daughter's teacher

miggy's scaring you

miggy's that single hot dad you keep seeing around

divorced miggy but still loves you

caught in a scandal (TYSM TO @miguelswifey04 FOR THE INSPO)

your best friend, father figure, and mentor

comforts you after breakup miggy

he wants to know who's been texting you

he's here to help you feel comfortable

visiting your husband at work

he's tired of teaching

after a long day, you're all miggy needs

waking up with miggy

you wish he could get off your ass (father figure miggy)

saving miggy from a ship wreck as an atlantean

miggy walking in on you dancing

royal guard miggy teaching you how to behave (royal!au)

being miggy's maid

posing with miggy

your college classmate is into you

he can see why his dog likes you so much

he owes you all his victories (rcd!miggy)

he can't remember being your husband

your dad's best friend is really... (dbf!miggy)

miles morales bots:

you and miles have an argument

grafitiing with miles

your first date with miles

miles is smitten with you

pavitr prabhakar bots:

giving pav a chance to prove his love to you

pav wants to get to know you better

a night out with pav

pav hates seeing you cry

hobie brown bots:

committing property damage with hobie

your boyfriend hobie

hobie's falling for you

hobie trusts you with his secret identity

hobie'll be your little secret

hobie admits it to you

hobie loves your bad ass

hobie's hands are just right

hobie loves his grumpy dear

gwen stacy bots:

gwen's falling for you

gwen's sorry she has to leave you

gwen comforts you

peter b parker bots:

peter b'll teach you everything he knows

your husband peter b

lyla

if she was human, she might just like you

spider noir bots:

cat dad noir

dance partner noir

noir's in love with you

husband noir

divorced noir

anniversary with noir

always saving you noir

wants your sweet attention noir

first kiss with noir

got himself webbed up noir

you're noir's muse

noir has a smoking problem

ben reilly bots:

you're ben's one and only

needy ben

wants your attention badly ben

your silly best friend

the spot:

the spot still loves you

I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS HELP (i made a lot of these in one sitting pls, i hope they're any good :'>)

please tell me what you think, and enjoy !!

(the skrunklies, they didn't fit.......)

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starkwlkr · 1 year

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omg can you write charles reaction to baby leclerc first kindergarten boyfriend and how jealous he would be 🥹🥹

no boys allowed | charles leclerc

in honor of my birthday, here’s one more baby leclerc fic <3

Ruby woke up ten minutes earlier than she should’ve. It was a new school day and she was more excited than ever. While her mom slept peacefully, Ruby was in her bathroom trying to untangle her hair, but each time she would end up with a knot in it. She gave up and ran to her mom and dad’s room with a brush stuck in her hair.

“Mama, I need help. Mama, wake up.” Ruby poked Y/n’s cheek repeatedly until her eyes fluttered open.

“Baby, what? What’s wrong?” Y/n rubbed her tired eyes. She then saw the mess on Ruby’s head. “Oh, baby girl.”

Y/n was alone with the kids since Charles was coming back from Italy for his home race. Mathéo slept in his nursery. Y/n got out of bed and took Ruby to her bathroom to fix the tangled hair.

“Why did you do this, Ruby?” The mother asked.

“Because I want to look pretty for my boyfriend!”

Y/n choked on her own saliva when she heard Ruby mention the word ‘boyfriend’. “When did this happen, Rubes? Does papa know?”

Of course Charles didn’t know. If he did, he would immediately change Ruby to a different school. Even if it was a pretend boyfriend, Ruby was still too young to be thinking about boys in his eyes. Thank god Charles wasn’t home.

“Yesterday he told me he loves me. Papa doesn’t know . . Yet! Can I tell him?” Ruby jumped up and down, eager to tell her papa about her love life.

“Not right now, baby. He’s working. But you can tell me all about him. What’s his name?” Y/n asked as she continued to brush through Ruby’s hair.

“His name is Ben and we’re getting married! Can you be my flower girl, mama? And uncle arthur can give us a ring.” Ruby said. “I want uncle pierre and kika to be at my wedding. I love Kika.”

Y/n chuckled. Ruby reminded Y/n of a younger version of herself, planning out her dream wedding, not having a single stressful moment. Y/n wished her Ruby would stay little forever.

“Okay, all done. Go get dressed, I have to get your brother ready.” Y/n pressed a kiss to the top of Ruby’s head and watched as the little girl ran off to her room. Before Y/n walked to Mathéo’s nursery, she grabbed her phone and texted Charles.

Y/n

Good morning my love. I’m going to take Ruby to school and when you get home, I have news to tell you. It’s important.

Charles

Good morning mon amour❤️ tell Ruby I love her and I miss her. Are you not going to give me a hint? I can’t wait that long

Y/n

Well it’s about our daughter. That’s all I’m telling you.

Charles

You’re an evil woman

I love you ❤️

Y/n

Love you more 🥰

She left her phone on her nightstand and walked to Mathéo’s room where he was not laying awake staring at the ceiling. “Good morning my little boy. Let’s get you ready for the day.”

After both kids were dressed, the Leclerc family was on their way to school. Ruby kept telling her mother about Ben and how good he was at drawing, counting from 1 to 100 and apparently he knew about f1 because of his dad. The school wasn’t that far away from their home so they walked.

“When is papa coming home?” Ruby asked.

“He should be here tomorrow or maybe even today.” Replied Y/n. Mathéo squealed from his spot in his stroller. “You’re exiting to see papa, Théo? He misses you too.”

“I can tell him about Ben! Can Ben come to the race with us? Please mama!” Ruby stopped walking to face her mother.

“I don’t know, Ruby. We have to talk to his parents first.”

When Ruby got to school, she refused to set foot into the classroom until Ben arrived. Five minutes later, a little boy with a Ferrari cap on ran towards Ruby and hugged her.

“Ben! Don’t run! You’ve tripped enough already!” A woman about Y/n’s age scolded the boy.

“Mama! He’s Ben, my boyfriend!” Ruby yelled as Ben put his arm around her shoulder.

“Nice to meet you Ben. I’m Ruby’s mom.” Y/n said to the little boy.

“So I guess we’re in laws?” Ben’s mom laughed. “I’m Clara, Ben’s mom. I’ve heard so many things about your little girl. Were you invited to their ‘wedding’?” Clara asked.

Y/n nodded. “You’re looking at the flower girl.” She joked.

“I’m jealous, Ben told me I have to pay for the whole thing!”

After school, Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur would always arrive at Y/n and Charles’ house just to spend time together. Ruby absolutely loved it. This time, Charles joined since he had taken an early flight from Italy so when he got home, he found Ruby and Arthur doing some crafts on the kitchen table while Pascale, Y/n and Lorenzo were with Baby Mathéo in the living room.

“Papa!” Ruby threw her crayon on the table and ran to Charles.

Charles let his suitcase fall to the ground. He wrapped his arms around Ruby and picked her up, spinning her a couple time as she laughed. “You didn’t cause any trouble, did you?” He kissed her cheek.

“No! I’m a very good girl. Ask mama and Théo!” Ruby giggled.

“Okay, I’ll ask them right now.” Charles set her down and turned his attention to the rest of his family. “How was my boy while I was gone? Was Ruby good?” He sat next to Y/n on the sofa.

“He didn’t cry at night often, but he did miss his papa a lot.” Y/n passed the baby to Charles. “And yes, she was an angel.”

“Just him and Ruby missed me?” Charles teased.

“I missed you!” Arthur spoke from the kitchen table.

“Anyone else missed me? Anybody?” Charles looked around, ignoring Arthur. “I’m kidding, I missed all of you.”

“Oh! The news! Ruby, want to tell papa now?” Y/n prepared herself for Charles’ reaction. Everyone did.

“What news, Ruby?”

“I have a boyfriend!”

“Mon amour, grab Théo please.”

Y/n took the baby from Charles’ arms and watched his confused face.

“Baby, you can’t have a boyfriend.” Charles said to Ruby. “You’re too young and he is too.”

“But I already made him a card! Uncle Arthur is helping me!” Ruby pointed at Arthur, who immediately dropped the marker from his hands and froze.

“Arthur! Why are you helping my daughter make a card for a boy?!”

“She didn’t tell me it was for her boyfriend.” Arthur defended himself.

“Yes I did. I said ‘uncle arthur can you help me make a card for my boyfriend?’ and you said yes.” Ruby innocently said.

“I thought she was joking.”

Charles shook his head. He knew it wasn’t a real relationship but he still didn’t like the idea of his little girl already thinking about boys and relationships.

“And you haven’t even heard the best part yet. They’re getting married.” Lorenzo added followed by a loud laugh.

“No one is getting married!” Charles announced.

“So you and mama aren’t getting married?” Ruby asked.

“We are married, baby.” Y/n said confused.

“But Ben’s parents got married two times. He told me.”

“So his name is Ben. Where does he live?” Charles asked and before Ruby could answer, Pascale hit his arm. “Maman! This Ben can’t date my daughter!”

“They’re kids, Charles.” Pascale said, bringing in her granddaughter for a hug.

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend when you were a little kid?” Y/n asked Charles. Not that he could remember, no he never did that.

“And you had a boyfriend when you were little?” Charles rolled his eyes, and watched Y/n stay silent. “No, someone was your boyfriend before me?!”

“This isn’t about me, now excuse me I have to practice my flower girl skills before the big wedding.”

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luminoustarlight · 5 months

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As Fate Would Have It | Chapter Two

It's your first day of work at Skywalker Enterprises.

◂ chapter one ▸ chapter three

rating: mature | pairing: dilf!anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc: 3.7k | read on ao3

warnings: swearing, age-gaps, sexual fantasies

The moms at St. Lucas Preparatory School are shameless. Single, divorced, and married women (and some men) alike can’t help but hold their breath when Anakin Skywalker steps onto campus. The dads are intimidated by him and the moms… well, let’s just say the moms have less than school appropriate thoughts about the billionaire.

Anakin detests the end of the year. He hates being involved at the school. He doesn’t want to spend 2 hours of his day off packing meals in a crowded gymnasium with other parents who also don’t want to be there.

He doesn’t want to make small talk or ask about Luke and Leia’s classmates because frankly, he doesn’t give a crap. The only children he likes are his own and he won’t pretend otherwise.

“Mr. Skywalker,” Leia’s teacher, Ms. Clark sighs, “you are the only parent in my class who has yet to sign up for a slot at this year's Cranberry Sauce.” Cranberry Sauce is just the name the school gives the Thanksgiving Drive to make it sound more “fun”.

Anakin gives his children a kiss on their foreheads and sends them through the school gates. Once they’re out of earshot, he addresses Leia’s teacher. “I already wrote a check to buy the damn food. Isn’t that sufficient?”

“Mr. Skywalker,” Ms. Clark repeats with annoyance. If it were up to her, she’d let Anakin donate all of the money he wants in order to keep him from volunteering at school events. She thinks he’s arrogant, stuck-up, and far too handsome for any man to be. So she decides to loathe him since she can’t fuck him. But Headmaster Franklin is adamant Anakin attends the event.

“I really insist that you participate for at least an hour at Cranberry Sauce next weekend. It is important for your children to see you involved at the school. At their school.”

Anakin’s tall and broad stature seems to grow even larger at this statement. How dare this woman insinuate anything about him as a father?

“You think I’m not involved in my childrens’ lives?” Anakin has just enough self-control not to completely raise his voice at his daughter’s fourth grade teacher. Especially since parents are continuing to drop off their kids. “You think I’m an absent father who gives the school money to compensate for my lack of paternal instincts?”

“I didn’t say that,” Ms. Clark answers cautiously. “There is no need to make a scene. I have no doubts you are an excellent father, Mr. Skywalker. I don’t think Leia would be the young lady she is if you weren’t. One hour. That's all we ask.”

Anakin raises an eyebrow. “We?”

“Oh, um, well-” Ms. Clark stammers. Busted. She sighs with defeat. “Headmaster Franklin would very much like to see you there.”

“I’m sure he would,” Anakin replies smugly. Headmaster Franklin wants him there for publicity. Anakin should be more pissed about that than being accused of not being a present parent, but he’s not. He likes his ego stroked every now and then. “One hour.”

“Thank you,” Ms. Clark smiles tightly. “Does 10-11 work for you?”

“Fine,” Anakin waves his hand dismissively as he gets a message on his phone.

Ben Kenobi

Your new secretary is here.

Shit. It’s Anakin’s first day without Dorothy. No wonder the morning has gone the way it has. Between Luke spilling orange juice on his shirt, Leia’s uncooperating French braids, and his conversation with Ms. Clark, Anakin can’t help but fear the change in routine with a new assistant. He types his response.

Anakin Skywalker

Assistant. Not secretary. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

Ben Kenobi

If you say so.

Ben Kenobi is Anakin’s closest friend. Some might even call them brothers. Ben is fifteen years older than Anakin, married to the mayor, and enjoys fly fishing on the weekends. He’s also Luke and Leia’s godfather. Should anything happen to Anakin, there is no one else he’d trust to raise and watch over his children than Ben Kenobi.

And Ben knows better than anyone that Anakin doesn’t like change. He’s been dreading Dorothy’s last day since she told him she was retiring a year ago. How was he going to find someone as good as her? Someone who anticipates his needs before he does?

That’s why he tasked her with finding her own replacement. He’s just too busy to interview a replacement for Dorothy himself. He wouldn’t know what to look for, anyway. If he doesn’t know what he wants in a woman to date, how is he supposed to know what he wants in a new assistant?

“Mr. Skywalker is not in at the moment. Can I take a message?” You’ve uttered that exact sentence at least seven times since you arrived at the office at 8:00 a.m. Now, as it nears 9:00, you expect to see your new boss very soon.

Each time you hear the elevator ding, you look up with hopefulness at the arrival of the esteemed Anakin Skywalker. What will you say to him? How will you introduce yourself? Will he be nice and welcoming? God, you hope so. You’ve read just about every article, watched every interview, and listened to every podcast he’s done to prepare yourself for the job. The consensus is the same in all of them.

Anakin Skywalker is generous, he’s polite, and generally gets along with everyone— if you don’t get on his nerves. And, according to Dorothy, he’s a charmer.

“Yes, absolutely,” you say while taking notes of the message on a legal pad. Your head is down so you don’t notice Anakin walking out of the elevator. He stops 5 steps away from your desk. His ribs feel like they’re collapsing around his lungs because of that voice. Why does he know that voice?

“I will let Mr. Skywalker know you called as soon as he gets into the office.” You hang up the phone and as you look up, there he is in all of his gorgeous glory.

You actually have to tell yourself to take a breath because he’s even more handsome in person. Faint lines around his eyes represent years of life he lived before you were born. His dark blonde hair is combed back effortlessly and is it wrong that you want to run your hands through it? Yeah, probably. He’s your boss and over twenty years older than you.

“It’s-” Anakin can’t even say more than that because holy fuck. Is he dreaming? He squeezes his eyes and then opens them, only to see you now standing with your hand extended to him. “It’s… you.”

“Um, yes,” you say while awkwardly returning your arm to your side. “I’m Y/N. Your new assistant. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Skywalker.”

“I- um, yes,” Anakin clears his throat. Christ, that wasn’t even a sentence. “I need to take care of something,” he says on his way towards his office. “I am not to be disturbed until I come out. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes. Yes, sir,” you barely answer before Anakin’s office door is shut violently. Well, that certainly wasn’t the introduction you were expecting or hoping for. You’re starting to think not meeting him beforehand was a bad idea. It honestly should’ve been a red flag but Dorothy insisted it was fine.

It doesn’t seem fine.

And things definitely aren’t fine. For Anakin, that is. To say he’s freaking out is putting it lightly. He paces the length of his office, shoving his fingers through his hair and muttering to himself. “It can’t be. There’s no way it can be her.”

Maybe he’s hallucinating. Maybe he’s having an incredibly vivid dream where his favorite OnlyFans performer, who he has known as HoneySuckle for the last three years is his new assistant. What did you say your name is? Anakin couldn’t hear you over the erection that was forming in his pants because he knows your voice. He’s cum from your voice alone. He’s cum because of you so, so many times.

This can’t be happening.

He’s never seen your entire face but he knows it’s you. He’d recognize your lips in a police lineup. He hears your voice in his wet dreams. He just knows it’s you.

And the fact that he has a hard-on is a problem. A problem he wishes you could take care of but you can’t because now you work for him and he’s your boss. This is all so, so wrong.

Anakin doesn’t so much sit on his leather chair as he does collapse into it. This was never supposed to happen. Yes, he has dreamed about meeting you on more than one occasion. He’s thought about telling you who he is during your countless direct messages so many times. He’s thought about using his infinite resources to find out who you really are on more than one occasion.

But he always concluded that it would be so insanely wrong and borderline creepy if he did that. You were always supposed to remain a fantasy. Just a nameless woman on a screen who doesn’t live in the same country, state, or city as him.

Yet here you are— sitting outside of his office, taking his calls, calling him Mr. Skywalker and being even more beautiful than he could have imagined.

You are no longer the woman on his tablet spewing filthy words as you make yourself orgasm. You’re tangible. You have a name- although he can’t remember what it is. He replays the interaction over in his head. The feeling he felt when he saw you was reminiscent of seeing his wife walk down the aisle at their wedding. He was a blundering mess then, just as he is a blundering mess now.

He doesn’t even want to think about your first impression of him. He’s supposed to be Anakin Skywalker for crying out loud! The suave, handsome millionaire who has the ability to make men cower and women fall to their knees. The embarrassment he feels from that interaction is enough to subdue his hard-on. He pours himself a bit of Bourbon, shoots it back like it’s a normal thing to do at 9 in the morning, and prepares to reintroduce himself to you.

Anakin smooths his hands down his slacks before opening his door. As his eyes are magnetized to you, his heart starts beating irregularly. Get a fucking grip.

You stand attentively when you notice Anakin walking towards you. Worried you made a terrible impression on him, you wait to speak. But Anakin doesn’t say anything either and now he’s standing in front of your desk, all tall and lean and smelling like Cedar and Whiskey. He’s looking at you with an expression you can’t read. Did Dorothy tell him anything about you? Or did he go into this just as blind as you did?

His eyes seem to dance all over your body which makes you feel like he’s studying you. Or criticizing every single thing about your appearance. From your simple burgundy dress to the pearl studs you bought with some of Skyguy81’s most recent (and overly generous) tip.

Finally, because his gaze on you was becoming too much to bear, you are the one to talk first. “Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Skywalker?”

Yeah, you can remind him of your name for starters. “Do you have messages for me?” is what he asks instead.

“Yes,” you answer, picking up the pad you’ve been scribbling notes on for the last hour. “Rex sent over the final schematics for the 0525 project that needs your approval by 3 p.m. today in order to begin production. Mayor Kryze’s office called about the upcoming Gala in December and wanted to know if you would be in attendance. And if so, how many tickets should they reserve? Oh, and someone from St. Lucas Preparatory School called to let you know that your son ripped his pants and needs a new pair brought to school because they don’t have any new pants in his size.”

Anakin taps his index finger on your desk while he listens to you. He barely registers anything you say because it’s really hard to hear your voice without getting aroused. It’s hard even looking at you without automatically picturing you naked. There’s not an inch of your skin he’s never seen. Well, except for the top half of your face which now, of course, he has seen. And God, does he love what you have to offer.

You’re still relaying messages but suddenly you’re bent over your desk, gripping the edge of it with pale knuckles as Anakin slams into you over, and over, and over. He’s making you yelp his name so loudly the whole building can hear you.

“Mr. Skywalker?”

Anakin snaps back into reality where you’re still fully clothed and definitely not moaning his name. “What?” comes out a little harsher than he intended. And he immediately regrets it when he sees you visibly shrink right before him.

“What- what would you like me to tell the Mayor’s office?”

Anakin has gone as a bachelor to the last two Christmas Galas. Ben stays close to Satine the whole night and he really doesn’t see the point in asking a woman he has no interest in to be his date. Plus, going alone lets him leave the party with whomever he wants or to call it a night and go home early to watch ELF and drink peppermint cocoa with his kids.

“Have them put me down for 2.”

You nod whilst making another note on the pad. “And what about your son’s pants?”

“Did they say where he ripped them?”

“Right down the middle,” you answer.

Anakin shakes his head. “Oh, Luke,” he mutters to himself. “Alright, I’ll go home and get him a new pair.”

“Icandoit,” rushes out of your mouth.

“What?”

“Sorry, my mouth moved faster than my brain,” you reply, hoping Anakin will find it endearing instead of annoying. “I said I can do it. I don’t mind. It’s my job, isn’t it?”

Anakin opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. Yes, technically it’s your job to do this sort of errand. But Anakin doesn’t want you going to his house alone, sifting through his son’s drawers, and bringing him new pants to his school.

Primarily because he’d much rather you be in his home under different circumstances.

“We’ll go together,” Anakin decides against his better judgment. “I’ll drive.”

So, Anakin definitely didn’t think things through when he said he’d drive.

In what world did he think sharing a close, confined space with you was a good idea? This whole morning has been a cluster-fuck. Honestly. He’s still struggling to wrap his head around who you are. When you announced Squirting for Sky was going to be your last video, he thought what a devastation it would be to not look forward to your videos every week. Who would’ve thought you’d be the one replacing his dear old assistant the very next week? The odds of it all are overwhelming.

But isn’t this what he’s always wanted? The opportunity to meet you? To know your name and know you personally? Every wish of his has been granted— except for the fact that he is your boss and you are technically his subordinate. He says technically because Dorothy always felt more like family than an employee.

You could be family.

You could be so much more than his assistant.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Anakin. Be reasonable. She’s your employee. She’s practically a kid.

Anakin looks over to you for the first time since getting in the car. You’re pressed against the side of the passenger door, knees angled away from him and arms crossed over your chest. “Are you cold?”

“Oh,” you say, looking at him with a tentative smile. “A little.”

“You should’ve said so,” Anakin turns on the heater and your seat warmer. “My kids call seat warmers butt toasters. Let me know if your butt gets too toasty.”

You have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

There’s an awkward pause as Anakin realizes what he just said. He absolutely cannot think about your butt any longer than he has to because we all know how that will end.

(A hard cock, in case that wasn’t clear).

“I mean, uh- shit,” Anakin briefly closes his eyes to compose himself. Let me know if your butt gets too toasty?

“Just turn it off yourself if you get too warm.”

Do you make him nervous? No way. You decide to let it go. “Kids? Plural?”

“Yeah.” Anakin drapes his right arm over the center console and taps his fingers against the gear shift. Long, dexterous fingers at that. You have to look away before you start thinking about something completely inappropriate of your boss. “I have twins. A boy and a girl. Luke, he’s the silly one. Right now he’s big into archeology. He’s also pretty clumsy, hence the rip in his pants. And Leia, my daughter, she’s far too serious for any 9 year old to be. She says she wants to be a senator when she grows up.”

This is the longest you’ve been able to look at Anakin without feeling your cheeks burning. Now, they’re just hot because of the heater blasting in your face. “You light up when you talk about them,” you say. “You must love them a lot.”

“More than anything,” Anakin doesn’t hesitate. “Here we are.”

You should’ve been paying attention on how to get to his house from the office. Surely, you’ll be running these errands on your own if things go well with your employment. Oh, well. That’s what the Maps is for.

Anakin’s house is a stunning Eichler. It looks straight out of an Architectural Digest cover. The lawn outside is perfectly cropped and perfectly green but littered with a soccer ball, football, a baseball bat and whiffle balls. You wouldn’t have pegged Anakin for a mid-century modern kind of guy. You would’ve thought he’d opt for an insanely modern, sterile house.

As you walk through the atrium and into the main body of the house, it’s clear it is a family home. Anakin uses his foot to sweep his kids’ shoes out of the way so you don’t trip over them. “Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s okay,” you shrug. Anakin’s house isn’t even all that messy. It just looks like a home. There are so many pictures on the walls, it would be impossible to look at all of them in one go. One in particular, though, catches your eye. It’s the largest out of all of them and the only one in black and white. A significantly younger Anakin is at the bedside of who you presume to be his wife with two bundles of babies in their arms. They are both looking down and smiling. His wife was stunning. They definitely made an attractive couple.

It’s not lost on you that there are no other pictures of Anakin’s kids with their mom. He’s only spoken about his wife’s death in one interview, about a year after her passing. If you remember correctly, she died shortly after the twins were born.

You can’t imagine the kind of pain and heartache Anakin must have felt losing his wife. You don’t know what it feels like to experience that kind of grief. You want to tell Anakin you’re sorry for his loss, but what good will that do? Is there any consolation in that at all?

You’re still looking at the photo when Anakin returns from Luke’s room with a new pair of tan pants. You can feel his presence right beside you and the silence is louder than words.

He shouldn’t have brought you back here. It’s only your first day and you’ve already seen too much of his life.

“Let’s go,” Anakin orders. You nod without a word and follow him out to the car.

The tension in the air is palpable on your way to St. Lucas Prep. You feel like you’ve done something wrong by simply stepping foot in Anakin’s house. His whole demeanor shifted when he came back to the front room with Luke’s pants. Does he regret bringing you to the house? If so, why? Dorothy clearly laid out your responsibilities to you. Tending to personal matters at Anakin’s house is part of the job. You are not just a professional assistant, but a personal assistant, too.

You can’t stand not knowing why someone is upset with you. “Did I do something wrong?”

Anakin’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. “No.”

Wow, how reassuring. “Okay, then why do I feel like I did something to upset you?”

You’re really pressing your limit with him right now. You’ve only just met 2 hours ago. See, this is why meeting him should’ve been part of the hiring process. You’d be a lot more acquainted with each other than you are right now.

If only you knew how acquainted Anakin is with you…

“You didn’t,” is all he says. But with a twitch of his jaw, you still feel like he’s not telling you the truth.

“Look, Mr. Skywalker,” you begin. “I understand Dorothy meant a great deal to you, and her leaving is going to be an adjustment. But I promise you I am capable of this job. I’m never late, I’m up late all the time so if there was anything you needed, I’d be able to fulfill it. I love kids, I’m a hard worker and I would really appreciate it if you gave me a chance before making any decisions about me.”

“You’re right,” Anakin says. “I’ll give you a chance.” But he’s already made up his mind. He doesn’t have to ‘give you a chance’ to know that he wants you. He is crawling out of his skin with how badly he wants you. And he knows it’s wrong, probably immoral, but he really doesn’t care. Because now that you’ve been inside of his home, the boundary that should exist between him as your boss and you as his employee feels impossibly blurry.

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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miguel o’hara x sunshine! wife! reader hcs

being the bubbly person in the marriage has kept miguel on his toes…you both have the orange cat x black cat dynamic or like the pink & black trope <3

you’re always doing things for him such as cooking him his favorite meals, surprising him with small gifts or tokens of appreciation, or offering to give him a massage after a long night of being spider-man…he literally cannot thank you enough for being the person he can run to and he vulnerable 💕

“look miguel!! i made you a small spider-man beanie that matches your suit!!” he loves loves loves your craftiness <3 and best believe he’ll wear it in the house or in public doesn’t matter if it’s hot or not :) “thank you, this is lovely,” he’d hold you in his arms and pepper your face with kisses.

whenever he’s done you somehow manage to make him feel better ❤️‍🩹 there’s something about your energy/vibe in which just being with you recharges miguel’s battery to 100% 🥲 also if you try to give him space he’ll say “no, no, please. it’s fine, stay with me..” and you do so because the thing miguel needs is you and not him being alone..

he loves your corny jokes LMAO. he may roll his eyes or snort at every joke you throw at him but be assured that’s are his favorite thing about you :3

since you do so much for him..he will pay for you to get your hair and nails done OR have yourself a spa day!! you cannot fight him on this because he is set on it so you go to all your appointments that specific day to get all dolled up

what you didn’t know was he was going to date you out on a date to your favorite restaurant because he wanted to take the day off just for you :,) and afterwards you and him go stargazing in the outskirts of the city 🌃

because of your friendly nature you befriended every single spider person that miguel has ever mentioned like jessica drew or peter b. parker!! so you invited them + MJ (girls talk with jess included 😜) every time you cook a lot <3 sometimes you’d also invite gwen, miles (miguel wouldn’t mind right LOL?), pavitr, hobie, margo, and ben riley (yes because miguel is like a dad to him and you’re like a mother figure for him) “everyone calm down! take a seat!”

“miguelll, it’s fineeee it’s a full house today hahaha.” yeah it’s rowdy but so what all of them are like a family to miguel and it’s all thanks to yourself <3

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maybe-your-left · 2 years

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what goes up must come down - chapter nine

Summary: "Keep it all inside, okay?"

"Of course, Ky."

A link to my Mega Masterlist, Kylo Ren Masterlist, and my Random Ren Masterlist, and what goes up must come down Masterlist for all your stalking needs.

its short, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

getting back into the groove of writing!

“I asked you to make a family dinner.”

“Yes sir.”

Kylo sighed into his phone, rubbing his temples, “A family dinner, something a family would eat.”

“Yes sir?”

“A family,” he enunciated again, “Like macaroni and cheese or something.”

A pause.

“Oh.”

“So why, why am I looking at two rare steaks, a bottle of red wine under candlelight and roasted vegetables?”

Another pause.

“We thought you said a familiar dinner sir…”

“Good god.”

Nyx groaned from the living room, she was hungry and hadn’t shut up about it for the past half an hour since they got back from shopping. Playing half heartedly with her new toys that were thrown all around.

Including a gigantic coloring set he bought her after she tried pocketing some crayons, slapping her little hand away caused her to break into tears. He had to cradle her like a small baby in a few stores, which he didn’t mind.

Made him sad, wishing he was there in the early days so he could’ve held her when she was still small.

Now she was home and demanding food, Kylo stared into the dim living room. A cartoon playing on his flatscreen once again, even though there was a big MMA fight tonight that he wanted to watch desperately.

Maybe he could get her to fall asleep quickly so he could catch the end of it. Could be worth a shot!

“I’m sorry,” he hollered towards her, catching a death glare, “There’s no food ready unless you want vegetables!”

“Ew!”

“That’s what I thought,” he mumbled to himself. Resigned to ordering take-out from his phone, he sent a message to the chef to ensure he wasn’t mad. But would have the delicious food bagged for later, maybe Nyx's mom would eat it with him.

After placing an order with a local restaurant, something called Chick Fil A? They had mac and cheese for Nyx and he wouldn’t mind a chicken burger from a greasy place.

Kylo went to sit with Nyx, watching her color in and out of the lines on her princess coloring book. Singing along to her TV show, he leaned forward to look at it.

She was coloring someone named Elsa, with a long blue gown on her and bright blonde hair. Probably was cold in that outfit for the snow, he hummed at the thought.

“Can you show me what you colored,” Kylo prompted, wanting to be included in his daughter's little world.

Nyx nodded eagerly, “Okay, daddy.”

He inhaled sharply, fuck. She needed to stop calling him that before he burst into tears, he wasn’t sure why she was. He had been completely covert with calling her his daughter… kinda.

“This is princess Moana,” she pointed to another page with a small piglet on it. Flipping to the other, “And sleeping beauty.”

“Does she like to sleep?”

Nyx rolled her eyes, “Of course, pay attention.”

Kylo smirked, edging closer to the end of his seat cushion. Placing a tentative hand on her back, rubbing in a soft circle that she pressed into.

Physical affection-oh he craved it from his little demon.

“Show me some more, baby.”

Nyx looked at him strangely, before showing him more drawings. Explaining to him all of the different men and women in the books, telling him her favorite colors that she’d used.

Kylos fingers inched towards the TV remote while she spoke. Flipping her braids back and forth, she wasn’t paying attention to it. He could keep the fight on low and she wouldn’t notice.

Knock Knock Knock.

“Foods here,” he jumped off the couch. Followed quickly by the pitter patter of Nyx's bare feet on the hardwood.

She helped him unpack everything, being extra careful with her bowl of mac and cheese. It admittedly smelled good, and he let her take the spoils to the floor by her coloring. Plopping down on the couch next to her, Kylo took a bite of his burger.

“Hey baby,” he tried the nickname out again, Nyx looked at him with almost full concentration. Kylo swallowed his bite, “Can daddy watch a show he likes?”

Nyx thought for a moment, dramatically chewing on her spoon. He held her glare, chewing in slow bites while they stared each other down.

She groaned dramatically, “Fine…”

Kylo grinned, quickly changing the channel to the MMA network. He turned it down low enough that he could still hear but not ruin Nyx with scenes of violence.

“Scoot,” Nyx moved into his space. Nudging his legs apart with her shoulder, Kylo gave her a confused look. Which she ignored and wiggled her way between Kylos knees. Sitting nestled with shoulders on his shins, “What is this?”

He looked down between his legs, met with her wide eyes and soft face. Looking at him like he was the center of her universe, her daddy.

“This is daddy’s favourite sport, want to learn about it?”

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Okay so… showing Nyx MMA fights wasn’t a great idea.

At around midnight she zonked out in his lap, while he tried to stay quiet as the fights raged on. Yawning with her during the first few rounds, but he was determined to stay awake.

And when it finally came time to go to bed, he carried her to her room until she woke up in absolute tears. Yelling for her daddy to come read her a story, she was scared of the dark in there and didn’t have her nightlight.

Kylo didn’t have any books, he kicked himself over that fact while he tried to make up a story on the fly. Failing miserably and getting bullied by his daughter, when she finally agreed to go to sleep under one condition.

She got to sleep in his bed.

Once again, he laid with her.

Nyx was surrounded by pillows and snoring loudly next to him, while he watched her sleep. Fighting off his own dreams just so he could watch her in peace. It was a miracle, she was everything to him. He couldn’t deny it any longer, brushing away some of her dark hair from her face.

Kylo leaned over her, listening to her breathing before he whispered in his softest voice.

“I love you, Nyx. I wish I could’ve been there while you grew up. Sleep well, my baby.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead, finally content to fall asleep.

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“It’s not a fair fight if you tackle it from a running start Nyx.”

Kylo called from the couch, chewing through his cereal loudly while his daughter darted behind him. Bare feet slapping on the floor while she barrelled towards her target, definitely wasn’t a good idea to show her MMA.

Because all the stuffed animals he bought her yesterday were now victims of her wrath. Throwing down while he counted out one-two-three-Knock out!

What? He had to indulge her.

He was watching her so she was safe enough, there wasn’t anything dangerous for her to launch at. So Kylo kept chewing away, oblivious to the door to his apartment opening while Nyx brought her giant stuffed frog into the middle of the living room.

“Okay,” she set it down, “Are you watching me?”

“Yes,” he side eyed her, resigned to not getting to watch the news like he wanted too. His daughter needed him, apparently.

Kylo chewed some more, watching her climb onto a leather arm chair, her little toes spreading on the black. So focused on her toy frog, she smacked on her elbow dramatically.

“Okay-one-two-three!”

“Nyx!”

Kylo jumped from the couch, spilling his cereal bowl all over his front and onto the floor. While Nyx jumped onto her stuffed animal behind him, squealing with glee.

Her mother, so wonderfully early, was standing in the living room. Heels tapping on the ground and glaring with wild eyes at the two of them. Kylo gulped loudly, shirt sticking to his skin from the milk.

“Mommy!”

Nyx yelled from over his shoulder, unmoving from her tackle spot. Kylo cleared his throat, “You-you’re early?”

“Yeah,” she clicked her tongue, moving to reveal another person behind her. Two persons to be exact, Vicrul and Rose.

Kylos cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, here he was covered in food while his daughter was wrestling a stuffed animal on the dirty floor. Both still in pajamas!

“Nyx-what are you doing?” her eyebrow cocked, moving again to look at their child.

Kylo dared to look too, scratching his wet chest from anxiety as he saw her splayed on the frog. Softly punching it in the nose over and over, “I’m wrestling, Mommy.”

“Are you? Because that’s not what wrestling looks like… it seems like you’re hitting that poor thing.”

“Yeah but that’s what they do, Kylo taught me last night.”

Fuck.

“No-I didn’t teach her how to punch,” he quickly stuttered. Moving around towards Nyx, he grasped her punching fist and pulled her onto her feet as gently as possible.

She whined at that, trying to pull away from him but he was ready to pass out from embarrassment. He should've sent her to bed last night-not let her watch the violent TV fight.

“Did you let her watch the fights last night?” Rose's voice teased, Kylo tensed at the sound of it. Tone clipped as he gripped Nyx's fist, “No.”

“I watched the men hit each other last night, and then I slept with mommy’s boyfriend.”

Everyone stopped, looking down at her grinning face smiling up at Kylo. He was mortified.

“Boyfriend?” everyone echoed in unison.

Kylo coughed a little, “She laid with me last night, she wouldn’t go to bed because she was scared…”

“Because of the fights,” Vicrul added, unhelpfully.

He nodded a little, tugging Nyx towards his side. Kylo waited to look at her mother, worried she might be mad he had called himself her boyfriend. Would she ask about it? Would she think he was weird for sleeping in the same bed as Nyx again?

So many questions…

“Nyx, baby, can mommy talk to her boyfriend for a minute?”

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Boyfriend? Boyfriend?

Boyfriend?

You were puzzled, trying to compose yourself as you dragged Kylo to another room. Away from the mess, and Nyx and her godparents. Rose and Vicrul could watch her while you set the record straight.

What was the record?

You contemplated it while you shut the door to the bathroom, met with Kylos inflamed cheeks and the sorriest look on his stupid handsome face.

“Look I-“

“Why did-“

You both paused, Kylo wiped his hair from his face. “I’ll let you go first…”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “Well-hi.”

“Hi.”

“I missed you,” you poked at his stomach shyly. “I came back early to see you, and Nyx.”

He blushed more, looking away from you and puffing his cheeks.

You went on, “Why'd you say you were my boyfriend? And we need to agree on co-sleeping because she didn’t have that problem until you came around. She’s so much like you in that way…”

“I had to explain why you kissed me,” he rubbed his cheek, “I didn’t want her confused and asking me about it all day…”

“Why didn't you just ask me?”

He paused, finally making eye contact with you. Puzzled at your questioning, you reached forward. Brushing a hand along his arm until you grabbed his unsteady fingers, intertwined with your own. “Why didn’t you just ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“I…” he stopped again, looking down at your fingers before smirking, “I don’t know what to say.”

You smiled, nodding your head forward to urge him on, it was just like when you were younger. After fucking for months he still had cold feet asking you out. He stumbled and stuttered over it while standing at foot of your dorm building stairs one evening. Sweating while his friends tried to keep him calm, practically throwing a bouquet of flowers at you before hissing out that he wanted you to be his forever.

You slid up close to him, gagging slightly at his wet shirt that would surely start to smell, you set your hands on his shoulders. Giving him an encouraging smile, “Do you want me to be your girlfriend, Kylo?”

He blushed again, looking away from you and sucking the inside of his cheek. You slipped fingers to his shirt collar, touching his skin before leaning on your tip toes. Brushing your lips along his jawline, a little bit of stubble growing that scratched you. Kylos lips passed over your forehead, taking a deep breath that shook the both of you, “I would like that, very much.”

“Okay,” you whispered, giddy on the inside but trying to play it cool. You could freak out about it later with Rose…

Kylos hands found home on your waist, squeezing tightly and lifting you to press against the back wall of the bathroom. Pressed between a towel rack and the open doorway, you whimpered as his body ground into you. Hips slotting together in harmony, Kylo groaned in your ear, pressing a few small kisses to your cheek and temple before sighing. “Do you like that? Like being my girlfriend?”

You nodded, hands skating up and down to play with his throat and then collarbone. Nails clipping the skin a few times while he hissed in your ear. You liked it, liked it very much, your lizard brain basking in the sun of his adulation.

“Yes-I do, I’ve wanted it-ever since I saw you again.”

He groaned long and loud, cupping your ass with one hand before sliding the other down the front of your blouse. Yanking it from your belted waist, you hooked your ankles behind the small of his back. Grinding on the tent in his pajama bottoms, he huffed into your hair, “Me too-fuck… I missed you so much.”

You yanked the hem of your skirt over the swell of your hips, tight around your midsection but you needed to relieve the pressure between your legs. Cotton underwear pressing incessantly on your hardening clit, Kylos clothed cock slid up and down your slit.

“Just a little,” he whispered, “Let me put just the tip in.”

Nodding, you swiped your underwear to the side, revealing your aching pussy. Fumbling forward while he balanced you on the wall, you pulled his cock out of his pants. Red with want, you spat on your hand, smearing it along his length as best you could. Being sure to coat the head thoroughly, slipping down to your waiting entrance.

Wet, toes curling in your heels as he popped inside you. Gasping, “Fuck, more Kylo…”

You closed your eyes, humming as he plunged in deeper. Both of you sucked in a breath as he seated himself fully, “I can’t, baby,” your lips met hungrily, Kylo rested his forehead on yours, “I promise I will later, but we have our baby to look after today.”

“Yeah I know but I need you-please…”

A small thrust, jolting your head to slam back into the wall with a thud. You giggled a little before slinging your arm around his neck. Kylo kissed your forehead, softly thrusting inside you, barely moving more than an inch. Deep pressure that settled in your gut like a rock, you tightened around him.

You moaned again, “Yessss…”

He huffed against your sweating skin, thrusting shallowly inside you. Bumping you against the wall in a soft thud, you clutched just shoulders. Digging in through the fabric as you leaned forward. Bringing your lips to suction to his throat, echoing a moan when you made contact.

Kylo choked as you ran your teeth across his skin, voice booming in your ear, “Jesus-fuck angel, I’m gonna cum.” He ground inside you hard, rumbling around your sensitive walls over and over in small circles. You squelched around his length, holding on for dear life.

You wanted his cum-you’d been thinking about it since you left the other morning. Nodding as he slammed his hips into yours, stilling. You panted on his shoulder, staring into the mirror on the opposite wall.

Wide eyed, mouth popped open in pleasure, peering over his massive shoulder. Broad back flexing under his shirt while he fucked you, clenching at how pathetic you looked. Legs open around his hips, your left heel holding on by just your big toe…

“Keep it all inside you, okay?” he huffed.

You didn’t break eye contact with your reflection, nodding in return.

“Of course, Ky.”

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allfryam · 8 months

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freshman 50 (freshman 15 part 2)

Jake was delusional. He had gained over 15 pounds in the few months he had been at college and he didn’t even know it. He still saw himself as the perfect image of a man. His smooth abs we’re completely gone and he had a bit of a belly covered in a small layer of peach fuzz. Even Ben had noticed jakes weight gain. And he liked it. Ben had a crush on Jake since the moment they became roommates. The perfect brown hair, the ocean blue eyes, and Jake only became hotter as his stomach grew.

Ben realized that Jake was completely oblivious to the fact that he was getting fat. Ben wanted to keep it that way. Whenever Jake would say something about feeling big or eating too much, Ben would shut that idea down by telling Jake how great he looked. He even convinced Jake that the washing machine on campus would shrink his clothes. “Ohhh. That explains why my pants won’t button” Jake would say. Ben would often take jake out for pizza or burgers. Jake would end up eating an entire pizza all by himself because Ben would claim he wasn’t hungry and jake hated wasting food.

by Christmas time, jake had a proper dad bod. His expanding stomach was beginning to hang over his belt and push tight against his biggest shirts. His belly wasn’t the only thing growing either. His ass had gotten significantly larger than before. It would even bounce when he walked. Ben loved it. His thighs had also become thicker. Even his perfect jawline was beginning to fade. When all of his classes stopped for winter break, jake wasn’t getting nearly as much exercise as usual. He would play video games in his underwear and have fast food delivered to his dorm.

jake never told anyone he was gay. He was way too embarrassed to let anyone know. He was even more embarrassed to tell anyone he had a crush on Ben. Ben was so nice to him and he had the perfect body. The dad bod kind of grew on him. One night, jake mustered up the courage to ask Ben out. Ben said yes of course. They would go on dates all the time. Ben would take him to dinner; and jake would devour everything in his sight.

one night, jake decided to step on the scale to make sure he still had his perfect body. 200 pounds. At first, jake was shocked. But he realized the scale must be broken. There was no way he had almost gained 50 pounds in the span of a single semester. He decided to ask ben. “ do I look fat?” “What? No way! You’ve got the perfect body dude”. “But the scale said I was 200 pounds”. “Yikes” ben thought to himself. He knew Jake was getting fat but not THAT fat. “The scale is probably just broken” ben said. “Yeah. You’re right”

holiday treats had a big impact on jakes body. He would go the the store and see fresh treats at the bakery and he couldn’t resist. He would come home with 10 different types of cookies, eggnog, sweet breads, and candies. All of it would be gone by the end of the week. One day he was really hungry and he finished a batch each of gingerbread cookies, chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, peanut butter cookies, brownies, a gallon and a half of eggnog, a loaf of sweet bread, a slice of cake, and a bag full of peppermint m&ms. Not to mention the McDonald’s he had for lunch. Ben didn’t think it was possible to eat that much and survive but here was Jake. Doing it with ease.

when new years came, Jake only had one resolution. Get bigger clothes. None of his clothes fit anymore. Even his baggy sweatpants were skin tight. Bens New Year’s resolution was to make Jake hit 250 pounds without him noticing. This would prove to be a lot easier than Ben thought because little did he know, in December alone, Jake had gained another 35 pounds. Jake was huge. His average dad bod was now a round ball of a stomach. Ben measured it in his sleep one time. 50 inches. Jake had let the peach fuzz on his stomach grow to a nice hairy gut. His ass was also getting to be huge. It would stretch out his pants like crazy and bounced like a wild balloon. His perfect jawline was now replaced by a proper double chin. Jake didn’t even have to look down for it to show. It was always there. Growing. Jakes perfect pecs we’re now large moobs that sat nicely on his large gut. Even Jakes hands were starting to get chubby. They were turning into little greedy sausages. Jakes entire body would move when he walked. He would get out of breath just walking to class. But Ben wasn’t done fattening him up. He had big plans.

#fat #fat belly #fatty #gaining fat #chubby #fat gut #fatty piggy #gaining #gaining weight #getting bigger

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