#BUT WHEN THE FRISKY BUSINESS COMES IN 👀

[zantedeschia-praesul]

//eeeheehee ❤️

[nottivagos]

MAFIA CARLOS MAKING A COMEBACK?? i'm the one who is going to cry ヽ(；▽；)ノ no rush for the fics but i so want to wait until you get jock!carlos out before sending ideas, maybe art student!danny even if i'm not a danny girlie but i have an idea 👀 i don't to overwhelm you with ideas. you got this! good luck!!

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You're back again I see.... Welcome Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Wednesday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

an: 🐇NONNIE!!! ugh i love you. this one has been sitting in my drafts for WAYYYYYY too long. if you want a song to listen whilst reading this one, check out "When You Dress Up" by Lucia and The Best Boys <3

Smokey air clung around you as wisps of grey floated to the ceiling, in the vast, antique Billiard Room on Carlos’s estate. The stagnant stench of rich Cubans and imported whiskey burnt your senses. The atmosphere heavy with the weight of dirty money, the reek of wealth wrapped suffocatingly tight around yourself.

The eyes of men that dared look at you for too long burnt into your bare skin that dared make itself noticeable, their gazes lingering on the flimsy fabric that clung ever too desperately to your frame. The faint sounds of cheap lighters crackled every so often, followed by men’s relaxed sighs as they took that initial drag of the sweet nicotine which rushed through their blood. Condensation off of your crystal glass became uncomfortable to the touch as you sat silently in the lion’s den, waiting for that hungry someone to pounce.

Low murmurs was the ambience for the evening. Business talks lowly conversed as men whispered into each other's ears about their next deals with sleazy politicians or when their next imports of drugs were coming into the country.

You’d become accustomed to the large fortune Carlos Sainz owned. The empires he’d conquered to be at the top, the blood that had been shed on the pavements of Madrid, the screams of commonfolk’s fear that rang around your ears— it was like second nature now. At first it was endearing. Really, it was. Why wouldn’t it be? You were allowed as many shopping sprees as your heart desired, unlimited budgets for items you didn’t need more of, the designer goods that were constantly being added to your ever growing wardrobe— you swam in Carlos’s luxury, indulging in materialistic filth.

However, you soon found yourself becoming desensitised to the thrill of receiving such gifts. It was obvious to the naked eye that Mr Sainz had a looming, heavy influence on what you wore around his lavish grounds. Yes, you had the liberty of buying whatever you chose, but you didn’t have the liberty of showing off the full outfits that you wore. 

‘The first rule of being a trophy: play dress-up and sit pretty.’ You remembered one of Carlos’s lackey's wives telling you. The advice was like a distant memory back then. You recalled not knowing what a ‘trophy’ meant in that scenario, but you soon came to understand why she said it.

Stay silent, sit pretty, don't bring too much attention to yourself and you'll survive in this life. That was what ingrained into your mind as you adjusted yourself slightly waiting for Carlos to arrive.

Wearing something that he wouldn't approve of was frisky, you knew that, but what you also knew was that you were practically untouchable. Despite wearing the black, flimsy, low cut dress that rode up your thighs which made heads turn, and their eyes glimmer with hunger at the sight, Carlos’s men knew their place in correlation to you, and it was very noticeable that you weren't going to be touched by them anytime soon.

Time droned on deadly slow, the soft ticks of the antique grandfather clock made it even more harrowing. You could sense a shift in atmosphere when Carlos arrived, the small talk dissipated into nothing. Long hair tickled your bare shoulders as you locked eyes with him for a brief moment. Carlos always had a knack for giving you an unreadable expression— a walking paradox for emotion, some may say— but the way his jaw locked into place as he assessed the way the dark fabric clung to you in the wrong places was enough to make your heart drop.

He took his seat next to you, a large hand coming to rest on your bare thigh almost immediately. The touch wasn't as loving as it usually was, no, this one held possessiveness to it. A flicker of agitation glimmered in his eyes before he cleared his throat to proceed with the meeting he'd arranged.

How you dreaded everything from the moment he started talking, the murmuring of others following. A smug burst of confidence was your overall tragic downfall, as a cocktail of emotions swam around in your stomach, mixing with the alcohol that burnt in its wake. You'd never even wanted a meeting to be over so fast, yet secretly yearning for it to not. Biting your inner cheek in desperation, you caught one of Carlos’s lackey's giving you a smirk in your peripheral vision. A hitched breath followed, as you swallowed your embarrassment, looking straight ahead to try and compose yourself.

Carlos gave you a harsh squeeze on the thigh in response to the change in your demeanour. It was almost as if it was a warning. Maybe even a silent ‘I told you so’. You didn't dare look at him, the intensity of his anger suffocating you as the meeting blurred into nothing whilst your head screamed out in agonising dread.

The rest of the evening was a blur. One by one soon enough Carlos’s lackeys were leaving, some with their partners, some after slipping wads of cash to the man sat next to you, some with no recognition of Carlos on the way out.

The last man finally exited the large room as the large, oak door closed with a stark click. Carlos had already moved over to the pristine, untouched pool table at this point, pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the decanter placed on another small table beside it. He let out a tut as he let his glass fill to a moderate amount, before a sharp snap of his fingers followed, demanding you come to him.

“Carlos, I—” you began to try to reason, your voice a little shakier than usual. The cold man was emotionally unresponsive, as you brought a hand to brush against his upper arm in hope of a little change in demeanour.

If anything, trying to reason made it worse. Something in Carlos snapped, a large hand wrapping around your wrist as he tugged you towards him, before he pressed your back against the pool table, his body looming over you as his brown doe eyes stayed locked onto your's from above.

Opening your mouth to plead your case, a finger came to press against your lips. “Not another word,” Carlos’s thick accent was dark, the command evident as you submissively nodded helplessly.

“You've already made a few heads spin this evening, haven't you princesa?” His interrogatives bit harshly as he settled himself in between your legs. “What were you thinking, huh? Dressing like that in front of my men? Looking for some kind of reaction?”

“Carlos,” you breathed hopelessly, eyes widened as you stood below him completely at his mercy.

“I didn't tell you to speak, did I?” He butted in, a dark eyebrow raised in response.

“No Carlos,” you responded, “you didn't.”

“Then be a good girl and don't talk,” he drawled into your ear, his hot breath fanning onto your ear as he pressed his lips against your neck, a little underneath your earlobe.

You shivered slightly, feeling his hot kisses trail down the side of your neck as his teeth grazed the skin. A pathetic whine escaped your lips as you laid underneath him helpless, just letting him barrage you with hard bites and soothing licks of his tongue over the sore spots on your collarbone.

You moaned softly, writhing slightly in Carlos’s grip. You felt yourself getting wetter as Carlos peppered wet kisses across your visible chest, before finally catching your lips with a searing one. Your lips melted on his as your mouths fought for dominance, Carlos’s growing clothed erection grazing against your damp panties, the friction driving you crazy.

When he pulled away, a little line of saliva connected both of you together, his lips forming into a wicked upon the sight of you lying on the pool table. Chest rising with ragged breaths, cheeks flushed a harsh crimson, eyes wide and pleading. Carlos’s bites still stung, and you both knew there would be hickeys in their wake tomorrow, a punishment for dressing like you did this evening.

“Carlos,” you pleaded with a soft whine. “I'm sorry, please,” you whispered, the look in your eyes begging for more.

He just chuckled tauntingly in response. “You really think you deserve being fucked after what you've done, huh, cariño?” He teased with mockery, his brown eyes darker than usual.

“Such a dirty girl for me,” he drawled, calloused fingertips tracing along your collarbone ever so slowly which drove you even more insane. “Is that what you wanted all along? To dress like this just so I'd fuck you?” He asked as his hand came to cup your cheeks, his thumb rubbing soothingly across your flushed apple.

You bashfully shook your head, an obvious lie on your part, gulping nervously in response. You couldn't make eye contact with him, not with the pooling desire burning in between your legs, which you'd begun to rub your thighs with to help alleviate.

“My, my,” Carlos hummed, licking his lips ever so slightly. “Maybe if you weren't so much of a slut, I'd take you right now,” he mumbled, “but after that little show you put on for my men? Now I'm not so sure.”

You groaned in response to his words. Your body yearned for his touch, the slow trails of his fingertips ghosting over your hot skin as it practically begged for more. Carlos pitied you. The sight was so beautifully saddening, you looked so desperate, so needy for him and it only added fuel to his own fire.

“Look at you,” Carlos sighed before letting out another tut in mockery, looking down at you with a feigned frown, “all helpless and needy for me. Whining underneath me like the bitch you are,” he added before he slid down your thighs, positioning himself on the floor in between them.

“Open up for me nena,” he commanded lowly, nudging your thighs apart slightly. “Come on,” he encouraged.

Abiding to his command, you spread yourself apart, just so your soaked panties were on display for him. Carlos let out an amused laugh in response to the sight, before his fingertips came to clip themselves around the hem and pull them down your legs with ease.

“Carlos,” you breathed again, feeling his hot breath mingle with the cold air of the room on your slick folds. “Carlos, I—”

You were cut off by Carlos’s tongue delving into your weeping cunt uninvited, nose slightly nudging against your clit as you gasped in response. Hungry hands clawed at his head almost instantly, nails combing through his beautiful brown hair as he continued to lap up at your pussy, his tongue working miracles as you moaned loudly.

The heat in your belly burnt swiftly as you felt yourself teetering over the edge with every lick or suck Carlos made on your slick cunt. Eyes rolled back as the coil began to tighten to a new intensity as you felt your imminent crash of ecstasy waiting to happen impatiently.

Your nails dug into Carlos’s scalp as your body finally let go after the pleasure became agonisingly too much to handle, your body shuddering uncontrollably with the longing release your body was desiring for. Crying out with an overwhelming pleasure, you whined as Carlos lapped at your dripping pussy, savouring the taste of your orgasm on his tongue.

“Good girl,” he purred onto your cunt, before pressing a soft kiss against it. He stood up from his knees, some of your juices still congealed on his face as he looked down at your panting mess of a state.

“Next time I won't give in so easily, cariño,” Carlos cooed as his hand came back up to your face and rubbed your cheek again. “Dress like that again in front of my men and I'll take you in front of them,” he warned, his thick accent low as he had a devilish smirk on his face, “but I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, princesa?”

like mafia!carlos? fancy sending me an ask in my inbox so you can be included in my notebook! - notti <3

[fruitymajor]

Hello!

So... I'm kind of embarrassed that THIS is my first official Tumblr post but whatever.

I've been on a Harry Potter streak reading fanfictions and just watched a reel that made me imagine a scenario for a oneshot and I need it to exist somewhere besides my head.

I don't know if this is already a thing, and if it is could I possibly get a link to it..👀

Imagine: The reader buying/being gifted an enchanted ~toy~ where when they use it another person feels what 'it' feels. Like one of the characters is dating the reader, when one of their friends gifts her a box. On it, is has engraved drawings of the male and female sex parts.

Reader is shocked and blushing at the gift, asking why she would need this. Her friend is quick to point out her complaining she doesn't see her partner enough since they've been busy the past couple weeks, not giving them a chance for quality time together.

It's a few days later, the box is semi-forgotten about. Reader and their partner are cuddling in one of their rooms. They talk, laugh, flirt; Next thing you know they're getting frisky. Whispering how they've missed each other, how they longed to touch one another.

Reader is about to start grasping at their clothes when they get interrupted by their partner's friend, leaving both of them exasperated. They tell her they've gotta go, but promise to make it up to her when they get the chance.

Leaving the room with the Reader frustrated and worked up, she decides to take matters into her own hands and tries to relieve some of her needs on her own.

After almost half an hour, she realizes she's too worked up and needs something more..something besides her hands. But the person with that something more isn't here.

Her mind wanders a bit, remembering the gift from her friend. She starts looking around the room, eventually finding it hiding under the bed.

She finally opens the box, a bit curious to find out what's inside. When she does, all she sees is a cube made of the material used for what she was thinking was in the box.

She takes the item out, noticing a bit of writing on the inside of the box. Confused she reads the vauge chant aloud, thinking nothing happened.

As she looks at it disappointingly, she begins to picture her partner. The way they feel, look, and picture their member in detail.

As she thinks of reaching to put it back in the box, it starts to move, morphing and shaping itself differently. She's scared as fuck when it happens, but after it's done transforming sees that it looks...like their partner's sex member!?

Everything in the past few moments replays in their mind, coming to the conclusion the chant allows the material to change into whatever they pictured.

A little weird but, she doesn't feel like questioning the magical item, as her mind is slowly being consumed by her lustful thoughts.

As she starts to touch it, she notices it has a bit of warmth, and movement. She continues, seeing it reacting and becoming a bit stiff.

Meanwhile, a Pov to their partner surrounded by some of their classmates and still a bit salty they aren't with you right now. They are oblivious of the slight tingle they feel when all of a sudden are feeling force on their crotch.

They get red in the face, not knowing what was happening. Trying their best to not make faces while struggling to pay attention.

As they start to grow more aroused, they quickly decide to excuse themselves and run to the nearest closet to hide.

Back to the Reader, she finally managed to get it to stand proud and didn't waste any time, placing it gently between her folds. She was surprised at how it felt, the subtle movements it gave as she thrusted it inside her.

It didn't take long for her to start feeling that pleasurable knot start to form. And as she grew closer to her release she could have sworn she felt it twitch when reaching her high.

Laying back and taking shaky breaths, she relaxed into the bed. Not failing to notice the object transforming back to its original form.

Yeahh.. she has a few questions for her friend.

After a few moments, she started cleaning up when she heard footsteps coming towards her door.

She looked up and saw her disheveled partner, messy hair, slightly flushed face and heavy breathing. About to ask what happened, she didn't take long to realize they might have been affected by her little trinket.

So yeah, that's the idea. If anyone is willing to keep it in mind and want to flesh it out in the future as their own, please be my guest(but tag me, i wanna read!). It can be any character, the reader could be the male and have a female partner or any which way. If you're wondering about the rules on how the object works, I'm thinking that the person experiencing its effects has to be okay with the one who's doing sexual acts to it, such as their partner. So it's not super non-con or unwillingness, just unexpected.

Thank you for your time, I appreciate you reading this desperate mess! 😩❤️

[obscureoperations]

Been a while but I hope you've been doing well! Here's love letter/secret admirer anon again (but I think you already know who I am 😂)

I've sent some wholesome stuff and you've replied with equally wholesome things!

But now I wonder...

How Martin would react if his special someone decided to get a little more frisky in their writing and even send them a couple of Polaroids of them in... well, compromising situations. 👀

I am sure his eyes would pop right out his skull and lock his door but will he delve into writing something sinful as well? Or would he stick with sugary words and tender sentences? I can only wonder.

Yooo! It has been a while.. ur right. I’ve been a bit busy.

Honestly that is a thot! I’m here for it. I believe a long time ago I wanted to do something about taking “Polaroids” of Martin👀👀 Don’t think I got around to it but I do like this idea.

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I think that initially, he wouldn’t know how to react. Equal parts shocked and massively turned on. The pictures were so clear and artfully done.. there was no way you could have taken them yourself. He knew that you did and the idea alone excited him. You took those photos just for him to enjoy. You made the time to stand in front of the mirror, or lay across the bed with the intention of sending him those pictures

In the beginning he was so careful with the photos, in the fear that Cuda might  stumble across them. He kept all the explicit notes and photos stored away, neatly tucked beneath his mattress. He would revisit them every night with the image of you right there in front of him. Completely open and on display. Eyeing him like some sort of beacon as he’d slowly move to crawl on top of you.

 The tasteful poses, the way the sunlight would bounce from your skin..like images plucked directly from his fantasies. You were just so pretty, and you were his. The pictures only solidified the fact.

Martin had to admit, he loved the fact you were never shy. Both in person and on film--it was easy for you to leave him completely flustered. He had been staring at the pictures for nearly fifteen minutes... heartbeat still hammering against his ribs. He found the small white envelope tucked under his doorstep and immediately shoved it into his pocket.

The door was locked as he sat perched at the edge of the bed..the heat had still never left his face. Fingers lightly tracing over the edges of the polaroid as he tries to steady his breath. He was trembling..in the early days he might have thought that he needed to to feed. The shakiness..he was becoming quite lightheaded--his stomach seemed to be doinsomersaultsts. 

With a sigh, Martin reluctantly lifts himself from the bed with a bit more struggle than he would have expected. Carefully gathering up the photos before neatly placing them into a small wooden box. He begins rifling through his drawer for a pen and a piece of stationary. It was an ongoing game between the two of you. You send him things and he replies in full. Despite the fact that he could come by any time seeing as you lived alone. He liked to place the letters under the mat. If anything, just for the atmosphere.

He sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the blank sheet of parchment--there were so many things he wanted to say. He had gotten better at expressing his thoughts especially on paper. It was easy..the words flowed freely, but  as of now he was a bit distracted. He takes a moment to release a deep breath, absentmindedly tapping the pen against his lips. Throwing caution to the wind he begins to write.

I can see you love at the top of the staircase.. I’m going to catch you darling..It’s just a matter of when.

~

Sorry this was so short..but listen. Forget sending letters, I wonder if he’d ever send risque photos as well?? The fact that its actually polaroids(staying true to the times) is interesting to say the least. You know how shy he normally is so imagine him taking time to find the camera. Lock the door and get undressed. I wonder how many shots he has to take??

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Oh oh Malleus + meadow, please 👀

Malleus Draconia: 

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

It was too early for this.

The flowing white outfit you were adorned in felt rather breezy in the colorful meadow that you’d found yourself in, sitting down on a knitted blanket that was given to you as a wedding gift. It was technically a pre-wedding gift as you weren’t officially married to Malleus quite yet but you were closer than anyone had been yet, sitting on said blanket at the crack of dawn; it had been explained to you by Lilia as some sort of symbol of a new relationship being born but you’d been half-asleep as he’d dressed and explained it to you. Malleus was wearing a similar outfit but you hadn’t seen him yet, having been advised to go to this spot without your lover and to patiently await him ‘finding’ you. The traditions weren’t ones you were familiar with and half the time you swore someone must be playing some cruel joke on you but you simply went with the flow to show your fiancé how serious he was about you.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

Malleus is, indeed, wearing a similar outfit that feels like it’s practically see-through and suddenly you realize yours might be as well. Panicking, you looked down at yourself to check if you could see your bare chest but Malleus’ laughter distracted you. He sat beside you on the blanket, reaching over to brush your hair out his way so he could fully see and admire your face. You’re surprised that you’re so into this, that you leaning into his touch and eager to see what comes next. The thought of making love with Malleus in the middle of the field so early in the morning, in special clothing to boot, had made you feel rather anxious but now that you were finally alone together all those anxieties seemed to be eased. There was some anxiety to be had about marrying a prince but when Malleus looked at you with eyes full of love and adoration it was just too easy to forget it all.

“I’ll start.”

“M-Malleus…!” You let out a squeak of surprise as his lips gently brushed against your partially revealed collar bone, fingers making themselves busy with the buttons on your blouse. You’d known this was coming and you weren’t exactly worried since this was Malleus after all; he’d proven that you could trust him with your life. It was already an act you’d only done once before with him before you’d suddenly grown very busy, your engagement happening so quickly it made your head spin. But he’s slow and careful with his movements, admiring the soft skin of your bare chest, a sight that was now meant for his eyes only.

“Just relax. No one’s around, it’s just the two of us… It’s been a long time since I’ve had you all to myself,” His fingers traced around your nipples, smirking as your body arched into his touch and practically begged him for more even if your lips remained sealed. “I apologize but I fully plan on taking advantage of this. The wedding preparations won’t give us much time to spend together.”

“Then we’ll make it count?”

“I intend to.”

[shelbysdevil]

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting. (👀👀👀)

Nsfw prompt list from here

“What are you doing here?” Tommy asked with a raised brow as Mason stepped into his office, his papers thrown to the desk while she approached him with a promising smirk.

“I… just wanted to check on you.” she replied and probably meant that she was missing him, even if she wouldn’t put it that obvious way cause it was still hard for them to admit that their connection went beyond simple attraction. Since the day Thomas had pleased her in the bar, her desires to feel him raised more and more and it wasn’t a secret that he had wanted this from the start. Still it was surprising that she came here, knowing that part of his family and employees were around and could look into his office in the back.

“Why don’t you come closer?” he asked while looking over his glasses, Mason walking around his desk to step right next to him, grinning at the uncommon view.

“I didn’t know you’re wearing these.” Maybe that was because he mostly avoided the glasses. It took him long enough to agree on getting them, but he was still only wearing them at work and kept them safe in his office cause it somehow felt embarrassing to admit any weakness, even if this one was just connected to his sight.

“Well…” He sighed and sat up straight in his massive armchair, slipping down his glasses to put them on the desk before one arm could wrap around her waist. “Maybe that’s cause this is my workplace, Mason. And usually we don’t spend time here when I have regular visits with business partners and all that, ain’t I right?” And still she was here, beautiful and tempting like she always was to him which lead his hand from her waist down to slip under the edge of her skirt.

“Thomas, I…” Of course as always she pretended that this wasn’t what she came for. That her eyes didn’t eat him up from the moment she stepped in and now forced herself to close them while her hand blindly reached for his wrist to stop him.

“Shhh. In here you’ll address me as Mr Shelby, like everyone else does too when they step in here.” The grip of his wrist wasn’t strong and the way her expression softened revealed that she indeed just wanted to keep her pride and not admit how much she actually enjoyed the fact that he couldn’t take his hands from her. Even as his hand slipped further up, wandering to her inner thigh which made her hold onto his chair suddenly, she didn’t flinch away and instead opened her legs more by slightly stepping one foot aside. “So… you just wanted to check on me, eh?” His eyes slowly looked around, realizing that everyone outside couldn’t see her from her waist down and where he shoved his hand and as long as they wouldn’t care and no one would interrupt, he could just continue what he was doing. This was his business after all wasn’t it?

“Yes Mr Shelby.” it rolled weakly from her lips just as he reached her center, sneaking under the fabric of her panties to conquer her clit, gently teasing her top while his eyes just closed to enjoy the warm feeling under his tips. “Thomas…”

“No one can see us, Mason. Stop talking.” he lowly groaned back, feeling how her grip loosened to grab his desk instead so she could stabilize her body from the tension that went through her limbs. “I think you didn’t just come to check on me. You came exactly for this.” His eyes went back up to her face in the same moment two of his fingers slipped inside of her, just to watch the changing expression on her and the way she bit her lower lip to suppress a moan. “If I’m not completely wrong here… and believe me I’m rarely wrong when it comes to my work, you came here to ask me if I’d fuck you tonight. If I could come home with you after I’m done here just to fuck you in the sheets. Ain’t I right Ms Zircon?”

Mason tried everything to not give in. Digging her nails into his desk while trying to get her breathing under control simply to not say he was right, but the “No” she whispered was so weak, that Tommy just started to tease her more as he turnt his fingers inside of her and started thrusting into her wet walls slow and deep.

“Say that again. No one says no to me in my office Mason.” Maybe she wasn’t able to speak anymore. Maybe the pleasure had grown too fast that she just leaned over as her walls started to twitch, but before she could even cum for him, his door suddenly opened and with it his hand pulled away from her to rest back on his desk.

“Mr Shelby, your appointment arrived.”

“Send him in, Johnny. Miss Zircon and me were just finished.” he replied with a devious grin and since it wasn’t uncommon for Tommy to have female business visits as well, nobody dared to ask questions anyways. His head turnt to look at Masons red checks, a smirk on his lips as he lifted his still wet fingers to lick them off in one go. “I’ve got business now. You checked on me. I guess we’re fine then? Or do you need a glass of water, Mason? You look… a little shaky on your legs.”

He had won this and he knew it. Even more he loved to see himself succeed in that way and while Mason corrected her skirt Tommy took his glasses again to continue with the papers he threw away before. “Mr Shelby, tonight I…”

“Yes… I might see you after work, Mason. Just wait for me at the bar, will you? Could be late. I have my hands full you know? But yes, I’ll check on you tonight.” At least he wouldn’t say no to a second meeting that was for sure. But seeing her walk out with those shaky legs and the fact that he just denied her an orgasm, made him sure she only would be more needy later and he couldn’t deny that he absolutely loved that imagination and wanted more of it.

@smokinmirrors

[thirstyandbeautiful]

AH WAIT A SECOND HOE FAIRY: the concept when you know you’re pregnant already because u did the test but you hide it from them and you just snicker to yourself the butterflies in your stomach almost bursting out when they do stuff like hold you close to them and place their hand on your belly grazing the skin protectively and putting it under the hem of your shorts to catch a feel lAND THEY DONT EVEN KNOW THE BABY IS THERE and oops when you accidentally spill the tea 👀 like one night when you play fight or something you accidentally be like “wait be careful with me, there’s your baby there” you jokingly say and then you’re like oh fuck and Daniel is like what the fuck you just said to me???? I recon some punishment and spanking would happen later but papi would die from happiness 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 another concept when you have like a quiet night together with all of your family around and you’re just sitting at the table in Papi’s arms his hands on your stomach as you lazily play with his hands as your parents talk about business with your men and maybe the topic comes out on kids and you’re like 👀👀 fuck my parents can’t know before them so I must be quiet 🧎‍♀️

“So, when am I getting a grandchild?”

The abrupt way your father none too gently drops the questions catches you off guard, and your eyes instinctually go to Daddy and Papi. You can hear your mother scolding him as you take in the sweet, hopeful smile on Daddy’s face and Papi’s far away, dreamy expression as his thumb strokes your hand where your fingers are intertwined.

“Soon can’t come soon enough.” Daniel wistfully answers for all three of you.

You smile and nod, not trusting the truth to not spill from your lips. Cause you’re the only one who knows that all the trying has finally worked.

You’re pregnant.

-

After your parents leave for the night, the boys are a bit frisky, most likely from the baby talk. It doesn’t take long for Daddy to make a move once you’re all in your master suite. He playfully tackles you on the bed while Papi is showering.

Growling, tickling and pinching, you both roll around on your expansive bed while giggling and licking each other’s necks and faces. You can hear the bathroom door open, and you can hear Papi scoff and chuckle as he watches you two play fight.

When Daddy playfully flips you on to your front and presses his pelvis down into yours to keep you under him, a small gasp leaves your lips.

“Careful!” You hiss reflexively.

Daddy quickly pushes himself on to his knees and hovers over you, his thick muscular arms on each side of your head, “What? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you answer softly, realizing that this is the moment. You feel the bed shift as Papi climbs on next to you both. “it’s just…” you giggle a bit as the words finally rush out, “there’s a baby in there.”

The only sound in the room is your giggling, Daddy and Papi completely speechless. A few hilarious moments pass before Papi suddenly bursts out laughing too, grabbing your face from underneath Daddy and kissing you wildly. You hear the exact moment everything processes for Daddy and giggle into Papi’s mouth as he shouts and asks ‘really!’ over his own laughter.

Hot, heavy hands cup your yet to expand tummy and you can’t help but whine.

“Oh, our baby.” Daddy says softly, his thumbs brushing over your pelvis.

You squirm at his touch.

“How long have you known?” Papi asks, his lips on your collarbone as you lay boneless on the bed.

“A week.”

“Should punish you.” Daddy bites out, a dark smile pulling at his face.

Papi hums as his hand comes to cup your ribs right under your left breast, the space between his thumb and forefinger pushing your tit up the neckline of the sundress you wore for dinner. He leans over and bites into the swell of your cleavage as you whimper.

The breeze of your skirt being flipped up makes you shiver.

“But, I don’t think that’s gonna happen tonight.”

Daddy pulls your legs apart and leans down to come face to face with your pussy. You gasp as his fingers hook into your panties and roughly shoves them aside, exposing you to the cool air of the room for a second before his hot mouth closes over your cunt and his tongue pushes into your entrance. He moans loudly, catching Papi’s attention, and pulls his tongue out to lap at your spread seam.

“Taste sweeter already.” Daddy grins up at you, his beard shiny with your juices and his own drool.

Papi growls and grabs the edges of the neckline of your dress, and tugs hard enough to make the spaghetti straps pop and rip off the top of the dress. You moan at the show of strength while he shoves your top down so your tits are out. Your fingers sink into his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and roughly grasps it between his teeth, his tongue flickers over it.

“Oh yeah, just wait until those swell up.” Daddy eggs Papi on before he pulls your hand out of your shared husband’s hair and hauls Papi off of you, “We did it, baby.” He says to Papi before they’re kissing messily over you.

You watch the clash of tongue and teeth, so desperate, so hot, so unlike the way they usually kiss, and whimper. You buck your hips, where Daddy’s hands are holding you, for attention.

Papi chuckles and looks down at you with Daddy, “Now, now, you’re already full, little love.”

“Want more, please.” You ask sweetly, pushing your panties off your hips as they watch you lay yourself out for them. You reach down and pull the skirt of your dress up more, until the only thing the fabric is covering is your ribs.

Daddy and Papi both swallow hard as their eyes rake your body, their gazes freezing on your midsection. Both men only have shorts on and it’s a tease for them to be so close yet so covered, with each of their lengths fighting the fabric of their clothes. You’re staring exclusively at their dicks, so you don’t notice the look they share and the devious smiles they give each other.

“Alright, sweetness.”

Daddy shifts and sits between your spread legs, turning himself so he can peel his briefs off. You can see the skin of his hip and feel your mouth water. But before you can see what you really want to see, you hear the heavy thud of clothes hitting the ground. Your head snaps to the side as you catch Papi completely naked, his large hand wrapped around himself as he holds his length up against his tummy. You whimper as you look at his girth, his thick forearm right next to his penis only making it look more thicker.

There wasn’t an inch of that man that wasn’t a handful.

Whimpering as Papi pushes himself off the bed with one hand, you can’t utter his name as your attention is redirected between your legs. Daddy’s tapping his tip against your clit. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you look down at one of the cocks that impregnated you.

“I know you want this,” Daddy teases, “but you gotta be a good girl and wait.”

You pout as his fingers poke your shoulder, and you take the hint to lay back flat. Daddy grabs some pillows from around you as Papi crawls back to you. He rolls something near Daddy, too fast for you to tell what it was. You don’t have time to ask what’s happening when Daddy’s shoving pillows under your hips. You hum as he shoves two pillows under you, lifting your pussy up to pelvis height.

Papi’s snakes around to grab Daddy’s length, the lighter shaded hand wrapping around the darker length. You can’t help but play with your nipples, so turned on from the sight of Papi moving behind Daddy, and Daddy moaning.

“What-“

“Shush.” Papi says softly before winking at you from over Daddy’s shoulder, his hand disappearing behind Daddy again.

“But-“

A hard crack shuts you up as Daddy’s handprint blooms on your inner thigh where he just slapped you. You keep your whimpering low as your hands anxiously pull at your nipples, the puckered skin tingling as you squeeze at it. You watch as Papi’s hands squeeze Daddy’s hips.

“Such nice tits.” You hear Daddy mumble.

You playfully push your tits together and stick your tongue out at him. His eyes are half lidded but he bites his lip and grins down at you. Head lulling back on to Papi’s shoulder, Daddy moans as Papi is suddenly pressing himself against his back. You moan as his cock moves with the swaying of his body, Daddy’s heavy length dragging across your lips. It feels surreal when it jerks and lifts for a second off your pussy before thudding back on it.

You watch Papi’s face and Daddy’s, and look at Papi’s grip on Daddy’s slim waist. It takes a second but it freezes you in your tracks when you catch up.

“Are you-“

“M’fucking you both tonight.” Papi tells you, his voice deep and rough as he reaches around for Daddy’s cock.

You lay back and moan as he pushes Daddy’s tip against your snatch, teasing the both of you.

“Is this what you want, beautiful? You want to cum in our pussy?” He mumbles into Daddy’s neck just loud enough for you to hear.

Daddy shakes his head, his neck exposed as he stays leaned back against Papi. Papi growls as he lets go of Daddy’s dick for a second and grasps his hips again. He roughly snaps his hips forward, a loud double clap that makes Daddy howl and his cock jerk over your pussy again.

“What do you want, huh?”

He’s hissing into Daddy’s ear again, and you whimper as he slaps Daddy’s cock so it hits his own stomach before falling back on your dripping cunt. Daddy is a mess of whines and whimpers as Papi slaps his cock again.

“Wanna cum in our pussy.” He whimpers.

“Ask her nicely.” Papi directs.

You eagerly keep your gaze on Daddy’s face as his head drops to look at you, “Can I cum in you?”

“Yes please.” You answer sweetly, earning a grin from the two men above you.

“Good boy.” Papi praises Daddy as he grabs his cock again, making Daddy hum.

Your breaths come out heavier as the familiar hard velvet of Daddy’s cock teases your seam as Papi leads it to your entrance. Once there, you can feel how wet you’ve become as Papi smears your essence with the head in his hand.

“Two of the tightest holes I’ve ever fucked.” Papi lewdly comments as he pushes Daddy into you painfully slow, Daddy’s body moving forward as Papi leans forward against him too.

You moan as Daddy pushes past the ring of muscles in your entrance. Your eyes slip shut just to pop back open as Papi roughly fucks into Daddy, his hips snapping as Daddy is forced to fuck you as Papi fucks him. It makes you dizzy thinking how Papi is fucking you both, and from the look on Daddy’s face, he thinks the same.

“Wish I could get you both pregnant,” you and Daniel whine at Papi’s dirty talk, “you both already take so much of my cum already,” Daddy’s raggedly breathing into your collarbone as he lays his face against it, “knew she’d end up full of our babies.” He mutters to himself.

You turn your face and kiss Daddy, your lips pressed together as his length fills yours and the force of Papi fucking Daddy fucks Daddy into you.

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@lachrymosestorm whispered: 🤍 + Dez and Mams

Who cooks meals for the other? → dez. mammon is awful in the kitchen and whatever DOES come out looking edible never really ends up well anyway lmao

Who spams the other with memes?→ mammon, he steals most of em from his texts with levi tho  

Who likes to tidy around the house? → dez, mammon is disorganized as fuck and can't bother to clean a damn thing up

Who likes to play pranks on the other? → M A M M O N. listen this man is a fucking mENACE OKAY. remember that one time he filled the ENTIRE hol with liquid ass??? yeah he's that level of a menace. he'll also put saran wrap on the door frames & hide air horns in chairs like. the whole shebang he'll just dO

Who asked the other to move in with them? → obv mammon. i mean dez was there for the exchange program and she kinda had no choice but to stay at the hol

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride? → probably mostly mammon. he likes to listen to loud rock music and pop-rock on occasion and gets really obsessed with albums when they first come out and can't get away from them

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? → mams!! he's more ticklish than dez but he's more troublesome than her and will absolutely use it to his advantage during appropriate situations (or not, he'll probably just do it cuz he feels like it lmao)

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies? → idk if either of them will opt to watch one anyway, mams is easily frightened by horror movies and if memory serves dez doesn't really enjoy them either so i think they'll just avoid the genre altogether lol

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology? → probably mammon, i can see him as a bit more technologically fluid than dez if that makes sense

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? → i can see it being either of them, but maybe more dez cuz mams prefers to keep that stuff behind closed doors as much as he possibly can (but we know he'll take her right home so they can get down to business there 👀)

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? → probably mammon, but it depends. he's a bit of a heavy sleeper and can get quite tired after big nights out, but if he gets up first he'll let dez keep sleeping unless if they have to be up early for something

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? → mammon, the sneaky beast lol

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? → mammon. "pretends". lmao.

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? → i'd imagine dez lol. mammon snores kinda loudly and raucously some nights and at times he can be a pretty active sleeper so he'll probably annoy dez more than once

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? → maybe more mammon, he's been living with levi for thousands of years at this point and has learned a lot of the art of the video game. but be warned cuz he shows no mercy!!!

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? → probably mammon, that is when he gets up in the middle of the night at all. he usually sleeps through the night but if he's been doing smth like drinking and he absolutely NEEDS to get up i'd imagine he'd accidentally wake dez and she'd sleepily be like 'go back to sleep' or smth skjdfhsdkjfh