#peaches asks

[peachesofteal]

Mafia AU save me. Enforcer Simon obsessed with the new waitress at his regular diner. Stalks her. Digs through her trash. Breaks into her house. Steals her panties. Does everything he can to learn her inside and out so that he’s more prepared and able to make her comfortable once he nabs her

[prettypeachypink]

what if you drew judelow throwing a cold starbucks sandwich at sharpness m (he threw it at his webcam on stream once cuz everybody in chat including flowtives started talking about sharplow)

evil bunny throws food at beautiful princess

[sweetestpeachess]

DO WHATEVER YOU WANT FOREVER ILY GOOD NIGHT YAY

Noted I Will Take This Into Consideration

Here Is That Johndave I Promised You

I Love You As Well <>

[peachesofteal]

is Daisy ever able to buy her lotion now that Simon takes care of her 🙊

“What’re you doing?” Simon leans over the couch, peering over your shoulder at the laptop screen.

“Nothing.” Your voice is high pitched and full of a lie. You are looking at something, something vaguely resembling a full shopping cart. “It’s… I’m just looking at stuff.” Stuff. You’ve clicked through the site, adding whatever your heart desires to a cart. It’s something you used to do all the time, akin to daydreaming. A full cart, never to be paid for.

“Are you shopping?” The words ghost across your cheek, and you shake your head.

“No just looking. I’m not actually going to buy anything.” He kisses your temple. Slow. Sweet. Patient.

“Sweetheart,” his hand covers yours, pointer finger on the mouse pad. “You can buy whatever you want now.”

“No no-“ you try to stop him but it’s too late. He’s clicked pay, and the transaction immediately goes through.

“Simon!” You shriek, clicking the back button even though you know it’s pointless. He chuckles, presses another kiss to your face before turning your face to his to find your mouth.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

“About what?” You breathe into him, his warmth, the safety, the hold he has on you.

“About the lotion.” Embarrassment flickers in the back of your mind, but he shuts it down. “About how hard you worked, how much you sacrificed, how strong you were. What did I say?”

“Stop.” You mutter.

“What did I say, Daisy?” He pulls back, eyes firm. You take a deep breath.

“I don’t have to worry.” His nod is encouraging. Gentle.

“You don’t have to worry.” His lips find yours again and you melt into it, fingers knotting into his shoulder as he leans you back. “And my girls can have whatever they want.”

[peachesofteal]

Peach you mastermind

Simon seeing reader’s unintentional nest.. praising it.. every cell in my brain just got rearranged reading that scene. i’d be shoving all the blankets aside for him imMEDIATELY who cares about dinner being ready 🍽️

god I can't wait until you guys get to peek inside his brain.

[peachesofteal]

bro dumped and dipped 😭 fr thou i see this going two ways, john figures out simon’s fuckery or he malfunctions when he hears some bird telling him he knocked her up, like “yeah seems plausible” and just. inserts himself. into her life. :))

She shows up on his doorstep and is immediately confused because John is not the guy she had sex with in the bar, and even though she tells him that a million times he doesn't seem to mind, tells her it seems like she's in a bad spot and he's happy to step up. Might as well go with it. Has no idea they even know each other until all the guys hit a pub after getting home one day she swings by, only to see Simon sitting on a bar stool next to her new husband.

It really could go any which way because I also see Simon getting off to this fantasy, all happy and proud of himself before reality sinks in and then immediately going "John will know what to do with this" or "dad will fix this for me." And then when she calls, John puts it all together and rips him a new one, tells him he's going to be a father and he better start acting like it.

[peachesofteal]

Nori is such a menace she would deadass call Simon dad on purpose

Nori isn’t in bed when you wake up, and that’s a problem. 

You’ve been lucky, you guess, that Simon has been letting her sleep in your room. He even lets you lock it at night… if you’re “good”.

Small victories, or whatever. 

He’s figured out how to keep you here. How to threaten you effectively, complaints to child services, getting you fired from your job, getting you evicted, dumping your car in a river- 

Faking your death, and Nori’s. Letting you run only to bring you back again and again. 

“But I’d never hurt you, love. You or Nori, promise. Jus’ gotta trust me.” 

You’re biding your time. Waiting for the right moment, the opportune time to strike. He’s already told you he’ll have to leave for work, that he won’t be here for weeks or even months at a time, but he knows you’ll stay put. 

You’re not sure how he’s so confident, but you’re sure it’ll be his downfall. 

The saving grace in it all is that Simon doesn’t hurt Nori, or you. He’s not gentle with you so much, but with Nori, it’s different. It’s like watching a giant hold a delicate daisy in their massive hand, trying desperately not to crush it. 

It’s kind of… no. 

It’s kind of nothing. 

You rush out of the bedroom to find her sitting on the kitchen counter, little legs swinging and giggling, low cadence of Simon’s voice humming from the fridge to where she hovers over a big mixing bowl. 

“Mommy!” She smiles, arms up for a hug, but you stay on the outskirts, staring at the two of them. It’s bizarre how they look together. Nori is big for her age, was big when she was born, still in the ninety percentile, and next to him… she practically looks like she’s his. “Daddy said I could have pancakes.” Your mouth drop opens, so wide you know you’re catching flies. Simon only smirks. 

“Eleanor… baby, Simon isn’t… he’s not your dad.” Her little brow furrows, matching the pout in her bottom lip.

“But he said.” 

“He’s not your dad!” You snap, and the silence after is deafening. It lasts only a second before she bursts into tears, and Simon scowls at you. 

“Right, that’s enough.” He pulls her from the counter, holding her shoulders until she’s steady on her feet. “Go to your room and play, alright? Mum and I need to have a quick chat.” She looks from him, to you, nervously, reaching her hand out for yours. You squeeze it. 

“It’s okay, go ahead.” She nods, and waddles off, leaving you alone. With him. 

It’s quick this time. Face in the pillow, bent over his knees. He doesn’t pull your leggings down either, just wails on your ass, grunts every time he makes contact, squeezing and cooing as you sniffle. 

“If you’d listen, we wouldn’t have to do this honey.” 

“I’m not listening to you! You… you kidnapped us!” You’re trying to keep quiet for Nori’s sake, but it’s hard. Everything is hard. It’s unfair. He sighs.

“You’re in your own home, honey. How have I kidnapped you?” 

“Not kidnapped.” He hauls you upward, holding the back of your neck, wiping at your wet cheeks. “You’re holding us hostage. Just… leave! Let us go. Please.” It’s been weeks of this, and you won’t give up. The pleading. The begging. The tears don’t stop, and he pulls you into his chest. 

“I know, it’s hard isn’t it? I know.” He rubs your back, lips on your temple. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” 

“Stop,” you croak, shaking your head. The comforting, the coddling, the affection makes it all worse. The way he kisses you, holds you. How he pulls you down on his cock and fills you up, wrists pinned tight at your back, your tits bouncing as he thrusts. 

You don’t want it. 

You beg him to stop. 

And he only holds you tighter as you come, eyes rolled back in your head, thighs shaking. 

It fills you with shame. Confusion. 

“I’m not going to stop, okay honey? We need to get this out of your system before the next one comes.” He caresses your stomach, and nausea builds in your throat. 

He’s been fucking you without a condom for weeks. Weeks. 

Your last birth control pack ran out six days ago. 

The time is ticking away. A bomb waiting to detonate, and there’s nothing you can do but sit in his lap- 

And cry. 

Later, he offers ice cream. A walk down the street to the parlor in search of Nori’s favorite flavor. A walk where you will pass people who will perceive you as a happy family, when all you want to do is grab one of them and beg for help. 

Nori is so excited for ice cream,  so happy. 

You can’t say no. 

“We’ll find you some strawberry baby girl. That sound good?” The two of you are putting on hats and jackets as he observes, thick fingers zipping your coat to your chin. “Can’t have you catching a chill.” 

“Right.” Nori beams as he does the same, tapping her nose before hoisting her up over his shoulder. 

“Ready?” 

She smiles at you mischievously, arms wrapped around his neck. “Ready, daddy.” 

[peachesofteal]

Is it bad that I am okay with the fandom dying a little? I'm hoping it means some of the bullies have moved on to terrorize other corners of the internet. As someone who is purely a reader, it seems like the fandom got really toxic as it peaked in 2023-2024, and then downright inhospitable (plaigiarism, doxxing, racism, that one incident with codslut, need I go on). It is slower now, but maybe I am naive to be grateful that it may mean it is more peaceful.

Nah you’re right, it is slower now and more peaceful. I think a lot of the crazies got their fill and/or went elsewhere. I don’t imagine we’ll see the cod fandom perk back up until there’s another MW game or (ugh) the movie. Though if Barry isn’t in the movie idk I guess we’re all fucked