mo or moon, twenty, she⋆her, curly hair, chronically online, yapper & over sharer.
⋆.° random things i like ::
the pitt; ariana grande; crochet; ladybugs; sabrina carpenter; a good gossip; jack abbot; the pitt yuri trenches; old records&new ones; fleetwood mac; baran al-hashimi; kobo girlie; andrew cody;
⋆.° my writing ﹠ random thoughts ::
⚘. stop sign 𖦹 smau
⚘. resident surgeon!reader 𖦹 introduction
⚘. i dare you to love me 𖦹 florist!baran al-hashimi
imagine milf reader finding jack trying to smash a watermelon between his big juicy thighs
idk if you sent this with young!jack in mind but like this is infinately more funny to me if reader comes home from work and the father of her four children is on the porch squeezing a watermelon between his thighs with 3/4 of said children (Amara is also there but she is just as confused as you are)
Zayn's phone is set up on a tripod, Jack's set up from a different angle probably for Zayn's tik tok that's been doing well recently. You don't really know what he posts on there, but the twins are off to the side, in accordance with your "no minors on his public account" rule. It's not uncommon for Zayn to film him and Jack when they're working out, but this...is not a workout.
"What the hell am I looking at?" clearly referring to the way that all of your boys have a whole watermelon between their legs. The twins have mini watermelons and while the two adult men have full sized ones.
Your husband jolts, looking at you with the decency to look a little embarrassed, "What are you doing home already?"
"It's 7. I'm actually late because of a 6 car pile up. What is going on here?" you ask, unable to stifle your laugh.
"They're ripping watermelons," Amara bounds up to you, "They're squishing them with their legs to make them break."
You blink, "What?"
"It's a trend on tik tok," Zayn laughs, looking at his brother, "Ivaan's idea."
"Why?"
"Because it's fun," Jai shrugs.
You turn to your husband, "Them I understand because their brains aren't developed yet. What's your excuse?"
"I wanted to see if I could do it."
You nod, pretending to understand, "Go on then. Let's see."
Your only mistake was letting Jack do this in front of the kids. It's a lot immediately. The strain in thighs, the muscles popping on his good calf - the grunting. If Jack hadn't had a vasectomy and you weren't well into your 50s, you'd probably be conceiving baby #5 that night.
It's Jai who breaks his first with his twin following soon after, spurred on by yours and Amara's cheers. You're forced to keep your eyes on your oldest son while you wait out the battle, lest your husband's rippling biceps overtake you.
Zayne ultimately pulls out the win, but only by a minute or so.
"Uh oh, Jack," you tease, laughing at his exerted face, "Looks like you're getting old."
"I have one leg, I think I did pretty good."
"Oh whatever, old man," Zayn gives his dad a shove, "We both have thighs. You lost fair and square."
Quick as a whip, Jack reaches out and puts Zayn in a headlock - a move he's done to all your children countless times. Zayn wriggles in his grasp.
"When you're done trying to asphyxiate our oldest, make sure the deck is clean," you say as you turn back towards the house, "If we get ants from all the watermelon juice I'm putting you on extermination duty."
When you get back into house you take our your phone, shooting a quick message to Jack.
You: You should pick up another one of those and do that for me again when the kids go to that movie on Friday
Mahshid, a transgender woman in Sanandaj, was killed because of who she was the day before pridemonth. Reports say the attackers targeted her to spread fear among the LGBTQ+ community. Transgender women and girls in Iran face constant threats, not just from society but from laws and systemic violence. This news breaks at the start of Pride Month - No one should live in fear just for being themselves.
Please share her story and all Iranian queer kids living in suppression wherever you can no one is free until we all are free
craig comes across andrew and his gf's homemade videos (18+)
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as per usual, craig could totally justify himself in his actions.
it wasn't like he'd walked into pope's room in search for the tiny little digital camera that now resided in his hands. he had an iphone at his disposal, what the hell would he use a digital camera for?
but it was the content of the tiny screen that had caught his attention.
pushing aside his search for the baggies nicki had misplaced somewhere around the house, he was now onto an entirely different mission.
pope's was usually the last room he liked to go into. it was eerily clean, with every single one of his possessions perfectly laid in its assigned spot. which was why the camera had stuck out like a sore thumb. it was an odd thing for pope to leave lying around, specially on his bedside table.
and so he picked it up.
and then he fell into a trance.
displayed on the small screen was a paused video.
you were sat back on the side of the bed, elbows digging into the plush of the mattress as you supported your weight on them, looking up at the camera with wide eyes and a tiny, pleased smile. your body was barely covered by a pink negligee falling off your shoulder and your tit peaking out. your hair had a little more volume than usual and your makeup was slightly different. you'd done yourself up for this.
with the click of a button, the enticing thumbnail began playing.
the quality was somewhat shitty, which annoyed craig a bit.
it was shot from pope's perspective, he noticed immediately. he towered over you as you sat on the bed looking up at him.
"hey, handsome," you spoke at the camera, cheeky smile on your lips.
your hands went up to pope's body, disappearing from frame but clearly beginning to paw at pope's chest off-camera.
similarly, pope's hand entered frame, cupping your cheek as you leaned into the touch. your face turned slightly to the side, mouthing at pope's palm until you caught his thumb in your mouth.
the angle of the camera raised a little, giving craig the perfect angle as you looked up at the camera, eyes wide and mouth suctioning at pope's thumb. he could pretend it wasn't his brother's.
"fuck, baby. so fuckin' perfect for me," pope interrupted.
after some moments, you finally slipped the thumb out of your mouth, licking at its length once before kissing the back of pope's hand.
with some coaxing, you laid back on the bed as pope drew himself closer, straddling your body on the bed.
"let me get a good look at you, angel."
this was followed by pope somewhat shakily panning into every inch of your body. he started with your face, planting a kiss on your lips before you showed the camera a toothy smile. his hand came out once more to caress at your cheek, trailing down to your neck, to your half-uncovered tits. there, his thumb circled your nipple through the thin fabric, drawing a sigh out of you.
below him, you squirmed and moaned for pope as his hand traced down every inch, feeling every supple inch of barely-covered skin. occasionally he'd lean down and kiss at whatever part of your body laid in front of him at that moment, making it so the camera drew too close for craig to see anything, but he could still hear that tiny intake of breath you did every time he kissed you.
"andy... want you."
"i know you do."
again, he panned out, hovering over you and showing your needy self under him. there was some silence, only filled up by some low grunts of pope's.
"do i look pretty, andy?" you giggled up at him after some moments of silence, eyes drawing below the lens every so often.
"so pretty, baby," he grunted.
craig could guess what was going on off-screen as pope watched you.
"you gonna fuck me, or what?"
a breathless chuckle could be heard off-screen, and then some unbuckling and ruffling of clothes.
a hand appeared, digging into your hip as pope drew himself closer. while one hand shakily held onto the camera, the other aided in turning you over and onto your hands and knees.
from behind you, pope adjusted you, pressing deep into the small of your back to get your ass further up and your arch a little deeper.
teasingly, you swayed your hips at him, smiling at him as you twisted your head to look back into the camera.
the tiny thong you had on hid absolutely nothing, much less did the negligee pope had pushed up to fully uncover your ass.
the next few scenes were a little unfortunate for craig.
they consisted of pope pulling out his dick, stroking it as he pressed it into you, circling at your clit as you mewled out his name and pushed your ass up against him.
craig was conflicted. on one hand, he didn't want to see his brother's dick, but on the other, he really wanted to see you getting fucked from behind.
with a mental coin toss, he decided to do some mental gymnastics to remove pope from the equation and solely focus on how breathless your wails sounded as soon as pope made his way inside you.
he had a perfect view of the recoil of your ass, groaning inwardly when you'd push back, when the sound of skin slapping joined in with your tiny, high-pitched moans.
sometimes pope would grip at your hair, making you sit up on your knees and pressing your back to his chest. craig couldn't really see much from this angle, but he'd hear the kissing and your muffled cries.
he wasn't sure when this was recorded, whether he'd been at home when it happened, but you'd been careless in the volume of your noises. an endless stream of sounds of pleasure left your lips as pope pounded into you.
"m-more, ffuuck, please."
"right there- fuck, don't stop—"
"andy- oh, fuck, andy!"
these were all sounds he'd grown familiar with through your relationship with pope. you were never shy in expressing yourself in the bedroom, but seeing it? and from this angle, where he could pretend it wasn't his brother who was dragging these noises out of you?
fuck, he could just-
"what are you doing in my room?"
craig felt his body go completely still. every hair in his body stood up and his muscles tensed.
he couldn't dare look behind him, to look at the source of the voice as the video continued to play in his hands.
"and what the fuck are you doing with my camera?"
slowly, craig twisted his body, camera still in his hands as he looked to find pope's erect figure standing by the door of his room.
"hey, man, i was just-"
"fuck are you doing looking at my videos of my girl?"
with a single move, pope's hand landed on a tight grip around craig's wrist, making him groan out as his fingers relaxed around the camera, letting it fall onto pope's other hand.
mutely, the sex noises could still be heard emanating from the digital camera. pope turned the volume down, not once taking his threatening eyes away from craig's guilty ones.
"i just- i was looking for my baggies and-"
"they're not in my room."
craig sighed at the interruption, "yeah, man, i noticed. i just saw the camera and i got curious, that's all."
"you got curious for," he took a moment to check the screen, "twelve minutes and fifty-five seconds?" he read off the time lapsed of the video.
craig winced.
"it's not like that, okay?"
it was pure denial, but if craig knew anything, it was that the best remedy was always to lie your way out of trouble.
pope nodded to himself, unconvinced. with one step forward, he was in craig's face, looking up to him with that same threatening expression pope reserved for anyone but you.
"i catch you looking at my girl again, i'm going to break your legs. this is your last warning, craig."
even as he towered over him, craig gulped with a nod, eyes wandering away from his. it was kind of embarrassing how easily he folded under his gaze. he knew pope would be good on his words, specially with this being his second warning.
"understand?"
"yeah- yep, got it, pope."
taking his chance, he rounded pope and practically sprinted out of the room. outside, he let out the breath he'd been holding, relieved it didn't escalate this time around.
but even then, he found himself making a mental note.
he'd have to come back when pope was out of the house.
what about comparing hand sizes with cassie or baran like on date to hold their hands… the lesbian technic 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
love u !!
thank youuuuuu!! I went a bit more horny with this than i intended to. love u too queen 😘
“Youre staring.” Cassie says as she watches you watching her hands like they are the most interesting thing in the world.
“Theyre so big.” You say, gaze never breaking from her fingers that wrap around her glass.
“What?”
“Youre hands.” You take the drink from her hands and place it on the table before pressing your palm against hers, mesmerised by the clear size difference. You turn your hands so you can see the back of hers and all the veins that run over it. “Theyre so big.”
“Have you never seen my hands before?” She laughs as she smoothly interlocks your fingers. “As far as I was aware youre quite familiar with them, no?”
Heat rises to your cheeks and you take a sip of your fruity mocktail before responding. “Well- yeah -but ive never really looked at them, you know. Theyre nice. Really, really nice.”
She sees how your pupils how grown since playing with her hands. “Be careful honey, we’re in public.” You meet her eyes and press a kiss to the back of her hand, letting her know shes in for a long night.
