How They Make You Cum - Ateez

How about MILF!Reader? Divorced and just gave birth so her tits are heavy and full of milk. Gaz takes the chance to slide in as her nice younger neighbor who helps her with everything and maybe helps her with her dry spell later on. Gaz total brags about his hot neighbor and maybe rubs it in when she comes over to bring him something as thanks for helping her over the weekend and smiles smugly at the rest of 141 as she leans up to kiss his cheek.

PLEASE MILF READER

Gaz would be the smuggest asshole but he's also simp😭 He never believed and always laughed at the 'love at first sight' crap but the moment he saw you?? All nice and curvy, soft body with your infant son in a carrier, moving into the house in front of him?? He was sold.

Nice younger neighbour Kyle who comes to your house whenever you need something fixed, always thanking him profusely with that shy and bashful voice of yours, your little son always smiling and giggling at him and honestly Gaz would think himself delusional because he dreams about the little one calling him dad one day :((

You always try to pay him for his help but with a smile and proud 'No need ma'am! It's a pleasure to help' you yield, instead you bring him home cooked foods and baked goods for his help.

'It's the least I can do for such a helpful, lovely young man ^.^' and with a sweet smile you pass him the cake you just baked. Kyle accepts it with a big smile but the second he turns arpund to put the cake down in the kitchen, he throws 141 the smuggest, most disgusting smile as he invited you inside for tea since you're baby is with his grandparents.

141 called bullshit when Gaz started bragging about the hot milf that moved in next door and teased him mercilessly when he gushed about you like a 'lovesick muppet' as Price called it but their smug faced quickly fell when you politely greeted them with the same bashful and warm voice. They were fucked.

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Breeding as a concept? Amazing

Mentions of breeding/getting pregnant during dirty talk? Outstanding

Real life pregnancy? No. Horrifying. Never. Hard pass. Worst thing imaginable.

Hot people have tummy problems! 🥺(And im mad at the gov.) 😂😂

How it is in Tennessee currently....Not to mention the fucking humidity, my fucking ass is getting swamp tits.

Yup...It's happened, shit is shady.

There is someone on twitter that thinks it’s okay to start a relationship with me calling him daddy. 😂😂

Helping Hand

pairing || Din Djarin x fem!Reader

summary ||  The clasps on bras should not be so fucking difficult. It’s a good thing Mando doesn’t mind lending you a helping hand.

word count || 4,873

warnings || SMUT! p in v sex, kinda rough tbh, desperate Mando, cockwarming, a singular spank, love confessions bc I am soft for this man 

a/n || this was uh…something! I firmly believe that Mandalorians waste zero time once they find their person. Once they have them, they have them. No such thing as rushing to a Mandalorian, especially our TinCanMan. also, this gif destroys me

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The second you saw the bra as you perused the marketplace, your face lit up. The fabric was rich in color and ridiculously soft and you knew the second you had your hands on it that you were buying it. It wasn’t too expensive, a few credits more than what you’d usually be willing to pay for clothes, but hey, you deserved to splurge every now and then. You practically bounced with excitement as you made your way back to the Crest where Mando and the little green kiddo you adored waited for your return. It was nice to get some time to yourself, time where you didn’t have to chase after a rambunctious kid or have to squeeze past Mando’s huge frame in the small spaces of the Crest, but what could you say?

You missed your boys. 

The ramp lowered as you drew closer and you smiled. Mando must have seen you approaching. The sight of him standing in the cockpit with the sleeping child cradled in his arm made your chest bloom with happiness. You paused on your way to set your bag on your bunk, distracted by the uncomfortable looking angle he held his arm at, and let out a quiet laugh. Mando’s silent tendencies left you to observe the way he held himself to discern how he was feeling, and after months of living with him, you could gauge him easily by the tilt of his helmet, the way he held his shoulders. You may not be fluent in Mando’a, but you were fluent in your Mandalorian. 

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