Can't Stop Thinking About Pregnant!reader Constantly Snapping At Simon And Being Tired And Him Just Being

Can't stop thinking about pregnant!reader constantly snapping at simon and being tired and him just being so understanding and everyone that sees them just don't get it? Because how is the Lieutenant that snaps at whoever being this soft🫡🫡

you've been bringing your own lunch to work because you hate the meals the mess hall makes. it makes your pregnant belly absolutely angry, and simon's held your hair up enough times to know that if he doesn't pack you something to eat before you go, it'll be hell on earth.

the rec room door slams open. everyone jumps, startled in their seats, and simon just stares, leaning against the wall by the open window as he puffs on a cigarette.

his eyes focus on you just as you angrily waddle your way over. he doesn't even flinch when you smack the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with your boot as you glare up at him. all he does is smirk a little, reaching down and thumbing at your jaw.

"'ello, beautiful," he murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over your face. you let him touch for just a moment before you hit his hand off.

"don't try and butter me up," you snap, narrowing your eyes more. "you forgot...you forgot!"

he sighs, licking over his bottom lip.

"never seen anythin' prettier than ya," he whispers. he wants to shove down your pants and fuck your sopping cunt (he knows you're wet, you always are now), but instead he just lets out a soft breath and takes in how pretty you really are. just gorgeous--those big, pouty lips, all glossy and wet. those eyes--what drew him to you in the first place, that gaze that could stop a thousand bullets.

"you forgot my lunch, simon," you cry, and he cups your face, shaking his head. "i hate you. you're a sorry bastard! what's wrong with you?!"

he leans down and pecks your lips through the mask, and johnny, who's been slack-jawed and caught off-guard since you came into the room, turns to look at gaz--who's equally as confused.

"didn't forget, swee'eart," simon murmurs. "got y'some take-away. thought y'might fancy somethin' else."

your angry expression fades just a little, and you smooth both hands over your bump.

"you...you did?" you sniffle, and simon chuckles, nodding.

"y'r just tired, luv...aren't ya?"

you nod, closing your eyes. he soaks up your tears with the thumbs of his gloved hands.

"y'r feet oll swollen..." he kisses your jaw through the mask, and your eyes flutter a little. "c'mon, bubs. let's get ya off y'r feet, aye? get ya some food?"

you let him coax your face into his chest, and you settle there, taking a deep breath.

"you need to stop smoking," you whisper as you get a whiff of the scent on his clothes. "if i catch you again, i'll kill you."

"olright, luv," he agrees absentmindedly, turning you around to guide you out of the room. your food is in his room since he doesn't trust his sergeants not to pick at it if he left it in the shared fridge. "woteva ya say."

when you both close the door behind you, johnny blinks.

"i think i just saw a ghost, a real one..." he murmurs. "i must've just seen a ghost, gaz, have i gone mad? or did i just see our lieutenant with a lass? and did she just call 'im a bastard?"

"no," gaz turns back to their card game, dealing out another hand. "no, we didn't see anythin', soap."

"huh?"

"we didn't...see...anything."

Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?

A/N — hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and I’ll be happy to write it for you <33

Request Drabble here.

“You’re sure the house apparel is okay?”

The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harry’s Parent’s house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.

While you don’t doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you aren’t sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until he’ll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day that’ll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.

“I’ve told you, it’s fine.” He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. “They won’t pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.” His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.

“I just want this to go—“

“—perfectly, I know.”

His smile is calm and kind, like you’re being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. “If I’m honest, I don’t see how it could go any other way. You’re perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.” A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. “Science?” You tease as your shoulders start to relax “Hardly. Everything you do is magic,” he stops walking to give you a little smirk. “Literally.” You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)

As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. “They’ll love you. Seriously, what’s not to like?” He kisses your other cheek. “And even if they don’t—which won’t happen—they’ll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.” Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. “So this’ll be fine, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you and your saucer eyes through the door.

Grumpy Pants

SUMMARY: Matt can't stand not being close to Y/N, even for a minute.

WARNINGS: none

AUTHORS NOTE: short little blurb <3

Y/N, Matt, Chris, Nick

“Can I help you, grumpy pants?” I say as Matt pins his arms across his chest with a pout on his face while he sits on the couch across from me.

“I’m not a grumpy pants.” he grumbles.

“You’re being a grumpy pants.”

“Obviously I’m being a grumpy pants!” He flails a hand through the air. “Every time we’re here you ditch me for those two.” he points to Me, Nick, and Chris taking up the whole couch while he's on the other side of the room.

“Sharing is caring, Matt” Nick mumbles from beside me, his eyes looking up from his phone. “We haven't seen y/n in forever since you never bring her here. We just wanna cuddle” Chris says as he wraps his arms around me playfully.

Matt runs a hand over his face. “How about you guys find a friend that isn't my girlfriend.” He pouts. “She was our friend first Matt” Nick slings an arm around my shoulders so Nick Chris and I are in a group hug. “It doesn't matter. She's my girlfriend.” Matt pats his lap and raises his brows at me, trying to get me over there. He rolls his eyes when I don’t respond.

“Y/N, baby, come here” He whines .“Don't "baby" me I'm trying to spend time with my friends” I say playfully. "Fine be like that" He grumbles. “I can't take his complaining anymore,” Nick says as he gets up to go into the kitchen as Chris follows.

Laughing, I look over at Matt and open up my arms “Come here you big baby.” To say Matt doesn’t run over to me would be a lie. He flops on top of me and runs his arms under my shirt, wrapping them around me. My fingers run through his hair as he lets out a deep sigh, seeming content with the outcome. His lips touch my shoulder, whispering I love you into my skin followed by a light kiss to my jaw. Almost a year together and he hates it when he isn't near me.

Hi!!! I just love your work! I was wondering if you could write a scenario with Daddy Bateman as a cat boy and w/ a lactation kink?~

My little Meow Meow

◥ PAIRING: Daddy!CatBoy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: One day you forgot to feed your sweet catboy, so he came to you in the middle of the night to get the meal he deserved.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │Patrick has sharp fangs, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, Lactation kink, Breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, dirty talk, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: Around 1k

◥ A/N: Okay, that was very sudden, but I hope you like it. Thank you, dear anon for making me so horny and inspired. Also, many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! 🥰

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

A needy, purring noise echoed near your ear as you tried to roll over, seeing your sweet dreams, lying on Patrick's king-size bed.

"Mmm, Patrick ... what is it?" you asked, feeling his furry ears tickling your face as he moved closer and hugged you from behind. "Did you have a bad dream, or do you want something?"

Of course you knew what he wanted, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease your sweet catboy, especially when he was so needy.

Bateman purred again, nuzzling your neck and nibbling a little, causing you to whimper and cling to his arms that were wrapped around your waist. "You fell asleep early and I didn't get my meal! "

Patrick sounded slightly angry, but when you turned to face him and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his expression immediately changed as he rumbled with pleasure. You could see his sharp fangs biting his lower lip.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy." You ran your fingers through his soft hair before pulling up your top and letting him press against your heavy boobs. He greedily put his mouth around your taut nipple, making you moan from how sensitive it was. "Ahh, I didn't want to leave you hungry."

"Mmm, I know, Mommy." He devoured your milk greedily; you thought he was going to drink it all. "It's so delicious, mmm ..."

Whimpering, you hugged his neck and felt his long, big tail brush your hip as it wrapped around you like a snake, not allowing you to move. You moaned even louder when Bateman used his white teeth on your peak as he tried to suck out as much milk as he could.

"Oh, Patrick ... a-aww, your teeth are so sharp, aah," you gasped again and again, trembling in his grip. He had to calm you down with gentle strokes of his fluffy tail as he moved it between your legs, rubbing against your soaked panties. You almost cry out from how aroused you were. "Daddy, p-please."

"Mmm, what do you want, honey?" He released your swollen tip, little drops of your milk flowing down his perfectly sculpted chin. "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

You just nodded and watched him shift position, kneeling between your legs as he spread them wide, almost diving between them. A loud wail almost escaped your twitching lips, but you held yourself back, so afraid of waking your beloved little child who slept in the next room.

"You look so beautiful when you open up for me, sweetheart."

Patrick purred against your skin as he peppered your mound with light pecks, working his way down until he reached your underwear. Swiftly, he pushed it aside and slid his heated tongue into your soaking pussy, twisting it inside you to hit all the right spots he knew so well. 

"A-aah, Gosh ... I'm going to explode, Daddy ... it feels so ..."

"So amazing?" He tugged on your clit with a squelch and traced his tail against your belly. "Go on, honey, I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

Passionately, Bateman planted a wet kiss on the inner side of your thigh before continuing his assault on your throbbing cunt, lapping at it as mercilessly as he consumed every drop of your milk. He was literally relentless. 

With all the strength you had left, you stifled every nasty sound trapped inside your chest as the friction of his tongue against your little nub became unbearable. You could do nothing but claw at his perfect hair, accidentally touching his furry ears as you cummed vividly all over his face, seeing nothing but stars dancing before your dazed eyes.

"G-God ... mmm, yes, Daddy ..." You arched your back, not even noticing that you put your legs on his broad shoulder, letting him devour your pussy even more intensely. "Mmm, p-please, fuck me ... use me, Patrick, take all of me … I beg you!"

You almost cried, silencing yourself with a trembling hand. You felt his firm grip on your waist as he rolled you onto your side and cuddled you from behind. Impatiently, Patrick pulled down his boxers, stroked himself a bit and poked at your wet entrance, smearing your flavour around his engorged tip. 

"Fuck, you're so tight." He put his forearm under your head so you could lie on it while he slowly but deeply pounded into you. "Mm-hm, you always take me so well, sweetie."

Biting your lips, you closed your eyes from the total bliss of being so full. His thick dick stretching you more and more with each thrust, sliding further and further until it hit your cervix.

"A-aaaw! Daddy, please ... I w-want you to ..."

"To put another baby inside you?" Bateman almost growled, hooking his tail around your leg to lift it higher and spread you even wider. "Oh, fuck ... you're such a perfect Mommy."

"Yes! God, yes ... please breed me again Patty ..."

"Shit, you're so thirsty for my cum ..."

Ramming harder into you, he wrapped his arms around your trembling little form, covering you in his embrace like a blanket. Damn, he was so strong, so warm and possessive, your pussy was pulsating just from the way his heavy breathing was scorching your sensitive neck. But when you felt his soft finger pad rubbing your blushing clit, you couldn't stop yourself from falling into the abyss of pleasure. Your inner walls were squeezing his cock and spurring him on to fuck you so raw through your orgasm that you almost passed out.

"Yes, baby. Just like that ..." Patrick pulled you closer, holding you in his arms as you shook too hard. "F-fuck, I'm going to pump this little pussy ... mmm and make you pregnant, you'll always be mine, honey ..."

His voice wavered, his whole body tensed like a string as you felt his warm seed filling you from the inside until it started to leak out of your abused cunt and stain his perfect sheets, but he didn't care because your little quivering frame was all that mattered.

Sometimes when you watched Levi playing gently with your kid and thought about how an hour ago he was fucking you senseless in the guest bedroom while your kid was napping in your bedroom. You had to bite into the spare sheets that smelt like moth balls while Levi fucked you from behind.

You tried your best to keep it down, and Levi had to stop every few seconds to listen if your kid had woken up. He flipped you around, pulled your milk stained t shirt up to reveal your breasts, and pounded you hard to watch your boobs shake. He grabbed one of your boobs and cummed so hard he spasmed and groaned involuntarily.

You were exhausted and high with pleasure after multiple orgasms you were breathing hard through your mouth. It was challenging to make baby #2 when you had a clingy child who followed either one of you like a baby duck.

It caught you by surprise when your kid suddenly asked you after your little adventure in the spare room, "why is mommy always washing the sheets in the evening?" You looked at Levi and your guilty and horified look was mirrored on his face.

"Mommy peed herself while she naps just now," Levi betrayed you.

Levi: "Why is everyone else traveling in carriages, but me and (y/n) have to travel with our fucking horses?"

Erwin: "Do you really want the truth?

(y/n): "......yes?"

Erwin: "Because I am sick and tired of drivers complaining about you two having sex."

(y/n): "Oh come on! We aren't that loud!"

Levi: "I am not, you sure are."