#WHATEVA DADDY WANTS DADDY GETS

[minty-bubblegum]

She thinks she's so big and strong 🙄 (you're both shorter than me.)

Why does she wanna fuck so bad GODDAMN

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 8

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +4.1K 🤫

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, etc.), spanking, FLUFF, kinks mentioned

A/N: I don't know how many parts there will be. However, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Big Mama Pt. 1 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 2 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 3 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 4 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 5 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 6 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 7 => 🦋

*Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

“Terry, can you move? Damn. You don't have to be in my skin 24/7,” I laughed, hitting Terry through my moo-moo. He was underneath my nightgown and resting his face on my belly since we were both lying on the couch.

“Leave me the hell alone, woman. I’m comfortable,” he said, squeezing the back of my thighs.

“Too fuckin’ comfortable, and that's the damn problem. Get up!” I said, attempting to push him. I tugged the nightgown from over his head.

“Hell, no! Move again and see what happens. I dare you!” Terry said, tightening his grip.

“I would be wrong to whoop your ass. Wouldn’t I?” I asked. Terry smacked his lips and pulled the nightgown back over his head.

I leaned up on my elbows and pushed Terry on the floor. “I’m hungry! I’m hot, and you won’t leave me alone!” I pouted.

Terry looked at me from the floor. “Now, if I whooped your ass, would I be wrong?” he asked while standing.

“Yes. Yes, the hell you would. Would you really whoop your baby?” I said, batting my eyelashes.

“Hell yeah. Now, come on!” Terry said, lifting me off the couch. I was cradled in his arms like a baby. “Spoiled ass. I can’t even be mad. It’s my own damn fault,” he said as he carried me to his kitchen.

He leaned over to place me on my feet. “You cooking, or am I?” he asked, kissing my forehead. I pointed towards him. “Aight. Whatchu want?” he asked, crossing his arms.

This was a no-brainer for me. I turned towards the counter and grabbed the loaf of raisin bread, holding it up in front of Terry. “French Toast, again. Really, mama? You ain't tired of it, yet?” he asked, grabbing the bread.

“Nope. I can eat it a million more times as long as you make it,” I said, hugging his abdomen.

“Aight. It’s whateva you say, love. Extra cinnamon, right?” he asked, looking down at me.

I smiled while shaking my head yes. If there was ever a moment that showed how much I had Terry wrapped around my finger, this would be it.

30 minutes later

“Do you want eggs, mama?” Terry asked while standing at the stove.

“Yes, scrambled. Oh, and with cheese!” I said, sitting at the kitchen island.

“I know, baby girl,” Terry said, cracking the eggs into a separate pan.

“So, what are we gonna do today? It looks like it’s gonna rain,” I asked, rising from the chair.

“Hmmm… I don't know. We’ll figure something out,” Terry said, shrugging his shoulders.

I walked to the fridge and looked around for the ingredients to make my iced coffee. I pulled out the coffee concentrate, almond milk, and creamer.

“Can you make me one? Same as last time. I liked the syrup you used,” Terry asked, looking over at me.

“Sure. Just so you know, I used two syrups— white chocolate and sugar cookie. Oh, and thank you again for buying them,” I said placing everything on the counter.

Walking around the kitchen, I opened the cabinet to grab two glasses. “Where are the syrups?” I asked, biting the inside of my lip.

“Cabinet by the fridge,” Terry said, nodding his head.

I opened the cabinet and saw the syrups on the third shelf— the shelf I couldn't reach. I reached towards them to see if I could knock them down. I leaned on the counter and tried to get closer, but nothing worked. I hoisted myself up so that my thighs were on the counter.

As soon as my knees were on the counter, Terry’s arm looped around my waist. “No, ma'am. I think not,” he huffed.

“I could've reached them. I almost had it,” I said while Terry grabbed the bottles from the top shelf. With me still cradled under his arm, he placed the syrups down and closed the cabinet.

“You know I'm not a kid, right?” I said, crossing my arms.

Terry put me down and looked at me before speaking, “Yeah, but that doesn't stop you from bein’ clumsy. Now, does it?” he asked frankly.

I stood there in shock. “Move!” I laughed, pushing past him to grab the syrups. Terry walked around me to go back to the stove.

“Watch ya’self. You playin’ wit’ fire, mama,” Terry said as he continued to make breakfast.

“Try me,” I mumbled under my breath.

Terry’s head snapped to look at me. Our eyes locked in a playfully tense gaze. We both began to smirk at each other. It was clear we were both in a goofy mood. I fought to hold my gaze but couldn’t. I was never going to win a staring contest against this green-eyed bastard. I looked down at the ingredients for the coffee, fighting the urge to laugh.

“That’s yo’ one free pass. Next time, it’s me and you, mama. Understood?” Terry grumbled continuing to cook.

“Maybe,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I don't know. I'm feelin’… feelin’ a little…,” I mumbled while making the base for our coffees.

“A little nothing. Havana Rose… You skatin’ on thin ice, girl. Watch it!” he said without looking back at me.

I could hear the smile on Terry’s face. Honestly, this wasn't doing anything but putting me in a playful mood. Terry moved all the finished food to the opposite side of the kitchen island. I stopped making the coffee and walked to the cabinets where the plates were. I opened it and pulled down two large plates. I walked back over to Terry. I could see him tense up a bit because he immediately knew I was up to no good. I wanted to play, so I slid in between Terry and the island, letting my butt rub against his groin. I pushed my hips back, making sure to press my ass against his dick.

“Here you go, Daddy,” I said, putting the plates in front of us.

As I began to slide from in front of Terry, his hand came down on my left ass cheek. It felt like like my ass was on fire.

“Ow! That fuckin’ hurt!” I screamed while holding my hands over my butt.

Before I could turn around, his other hand came down on the back of my uncovered thighs.

“Havana! Language!” he said, turning back to the food. He picked up a spatula and began plating the French Toast and eggs. His ability to just continue doing shit like nothing happened always pissed me off.

I walked back over to the unfinished coffee, sporting a full pout. I loved hated when he did that. I was only joking with his overly serious ass. Sometimes, I wished Mr. Ex-Marine would lighten up with his mean ass.

“Cute,” Terry laughed, clearly picking at me pouting.

I wanted to cuss his ass out, but I knew better. I chose to hold my tongue and say nothing in return. I just continued to finish the coffee.

15 minutes later

“You almost done?” Terry asked, reaching across the island to stroke my chin.

“Yeah,” I said, finishing the last pieces of strawberries on my plate.

I looked up at Terry. His elbows were propped up as he ate while scrolling on his phone. His mouth was doing that cute little twitch when he was thinking. Damn, he was even fine without trying to be. Ever since that night, I’ve been getting caught up over the smallest things— the way his chest flexes and jiggles when he moves, the way his ears wiggle when he's laughing too hard, the way he… Aw, shit. Here I go again.

“Havana! Mama! Hey, you listenin’?” Terry said, getting my attention.

“Huh? What? I was…” I said, biting my lip in embarrassment.

“You were lookin’ at me, but I felt like you were lookin’ through me. You good?” Terry asked, leaning to stand up straight.

“I’m fine. I was just thinkin’,” I said, pushing my plate away. I was honestly fighting the urge to jump across the island and fu— let me chill.

“Just checkin’ on you, mama,” Terry said, smiling at me. He grabbed our plates and put them in the sink.

“Don't worry. I got the dishes,” I said, sliding off the stool.

“You sure?” Terry asked, watching me closely.

I nodded my head yes. I stood at the kitchen sink and began quickly doing the dishes. I could feel Terry’s eyes lingering on me. I didn't want to turn around and look. As if he could sense the tension, Terry walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You look so cute, but I know that face. Where’s your head, ‘Vana?” he asked, leaning down to kiss my neck.

“I don't know. Daydreamin’, I guess. I wanted to go out, but…” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“We can always go out later, mama. It’s just after 10 in the morning,” he replied.

“I know. I’ve been in the house for days— baking and getting out orders. I wanted to be anywhere but inside today,” I pouted.

Terry began kissing me repeatedly all over my face. “I know. We'll just try later. I promise. Alright?” he said.

“Okay,” I said, huffing in slight frustration. Terry tapped me on the butt before walking off.

I silently finished washing the dishes and cleaning the rest of the kitchen.

I turned to see Terry sitting on the couch, staring out the window. The rain was pouring. I knew it wasn't going to slow down any time soon. My mood was instantly dampened.

“You know when we were kids the rain used to ruin our whole day. Now, I can stare at it for hours,” Terry said, leaning back with his arm over the couch.

“Didn't we all? I used to hate it because of my hair. Well, that and I couldn't run fast enough. I always got wet no matter how hard I tried,” I said, leaning against the counter.

“What you mean?” he asked, looking over at me.

“Terry, I been big my whole life. Imagine my thick, clumsy ass running through the ran. I got so tired of getting my ass beat for ruining school clothes because I slipped and fell somehow. After a while, I just stopped trying. I'd rather be wet than dirty,” I laughed.

“Damn. So, you really have always been clumsy? Here I was thinkin’ it was me making you nervous. That's kinda disappointing,” he said, pouting and sticking out his bottom lip.

“Terrence Richmond, I know damn well you aren't pouting. So, you really don't like the fact that I'm not swoonin’ over yo’ ass. Get the fu—,” I said before Terry's eyes cut to me. He raised his eyebrow as a warning. I raised my hands as a sign of an apology.

“I see we still got some work to do when it comes to that mouth of yours,” Terry said, glaring at me.

“What?! I caught it. I didn't even say the last one. How are you still mad? I’m a work in progress, remember?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“Roll’em again. Go ahead! You really been tryin’ me today, love. You want Daddy's attention, huh?” he asked, laughing at me.

“Nope, I could care less. Sorry,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Terry instantly rose from the couch. I knew better than to stay where I was. He was much faster than me, in every aspect of the word.

“Don't even think about runnin’!” Terry commanded.

I took off towards the hallway, sprinting into his bedroom. I slammed the door behind me. I locked it right when his hand began twisting the doorknob.

“Ah ha! Gotta be quicker than that!” I yelled, giggling like a child. I stood in the middle of the room, holding my stomach from laughing so hard.

Before I could even celebrate my small victory, the door swung open. Terry's large frame came around the door like a prowling lion.

“You gotta remember I'm an ex-Marine, love. This silly lil’ lock ain't stoppin' shit,” he said, turning around to lock the door again.

“Oh, come on. There's no way. You couldn't let me win this one time?” I said, folding my arms. I began to walk backward into the room.

Terry was quiet. His posture resembled a stalking predator, and I was more than prey. I had unknowingly trapped myself in a fuckin' room with a damn savage— a deviant. The back of my thighs hit the bed.

“Terry…” I whined, sitting on the bed. I began scooting to the center of the bed.

“Nahhh, what's wrong? Scared?” he asked standing in front of me.

He climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He used his knees to push mine apart. He grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me closer to him. I squealed out in content.

“Would you stop? You psychopath!” I yelled, trying to push Terry away.

“Nah, let's have fun!” Terry said, sliding his hands under my gown.

I instantly thought his hands would go to my breasts or pussy, but they didn't. This fuckin’ bastard was tickling me! His hands were all over my body, torturing me and sending me into a fit of laughter. Tears were prickling my eyes, causing my vision to blur. Terry’s large frame became nothing more than a shadow as he hovered over me.

“You done?” he asked, gripping the collar of my gown in a closed fist.

I looked away from his face. I was trying to buy myself time to breathe.

Terry gripped my collar tighter, “Oh, you don't wanna talk?” he said, leaning on top of me.

His hands were back on me as his lips kissed my neck. My laughing was the only thing that could be heard throughout the apartment. Besides low muffled grunts and shallow breathing, Terry wasn't making a sound. His sole mission was to tickle me to death. I don't know what was worse, his hands or lips, but unbeknownst to him, this was setting off a fire that I wasn't sure we could stop. With every kiss, I craved more. Luckily, the intensifying yearning for more than a quick kiss was fizzled out by the enjoyment of the present moment. I felt like a kid— a happy one.

I screamed as loud as I could. Terry's hand flew over my mouth. “That's not nice! We have neighbors,” he said, kissing my cheek.

“Please!” I yelled through his hand.

Terry removed his hand from my mouth. “What you say? I ain't hear ya’, mama,” he said, kissing my lips.

“Please! I have to pee! If I piss myself, imma make sure I piss on you. Then again, that might be a kink for yo’ nasty ass!” I said lifting my leg between us.

“We don't kink shame in this house, ‘Vana, especially considering what you had me doin',” he said, grabbing my leg. He pushed the back of my thigh so my knee was in my chest.

“Oh, stop it. You act like that was the wildest thing ever. You sure weren't complainin’ when you had me on that barn floor wit’ my ass in the air,” I said, squirming underneath him.

“Oh, you wanna be a smartass. Unh unh, stop movin'!” he said, pressing me deeper into the mattress.

“Terry, I have to pee! Please, we can continue this lil’ game right after, honey. Just give me a break,” I begged. If I didn't get up in the next minute, I was going to soak this bed and not in a “good” way.

“Fine!” Terry said, letting me up.

“THANK YOU!” I said, flying off the bed. I ran to the bathroom, feeling like I wouldn't make it.

After relieving myself, I entered back into the bedroom. Quickly scanning the room, I realized Terry was nowhere to be found.

“Terry?!” I yelled.

“I'm in here!” he yelled from the living room.

I walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway. As I rounded the corner to the living room, Terry stood in the doorway. He was leaning to the side with his shoulder pressed against the doorframe.

The smell of rain flooded my nostrils— salty and fresh. I've always loved the smell of rain, especially when I was a little girl. It reminded me of the summers I spent in the country.

“I remember when I was younger, my brothers and I would get suited up in our raincoats and boots just to play in the rain. Mama hated it with a passion. She used to complain about how hard the mud was to get out of our clothes. Daddy, on the other hand, he’d just say we were boys bein’ boys. Hell, he’d even encourage it. I miss those days. Days when we didn't give a damn about how we looked or what we were doin’. We just did the shit— without a care in the world,” Terry said.

Terry’s shoulders dropped as if his memories began to weigh him down. I walked up behind him, letting my hands wrap around his waist. I hugged him tightly. I felt his body shake softly from a silent laugh.

“You know… sometimes, as adults, we care too much. Who gives a fu.. I mean, who cares what other people think?” I asked, pressing my body into Terry’s.

“Mama, we too grown for that kinda stuff, now,” Terry said, laughing somberly.

I paused for a minute, falling victim to my own poignant thoughts.

Had we really become that displaced from happiness? Why was it so hard for adults to indulge— in joy, playfulness, and excitement? Grown-ass adults who were so afraid of being called childish that we were denying ourselves the simplicity of pleasure and gratification through laughter and smiles. We were victims to the parameters of supposed “free will”— an idea of free will that was bastardized by the voices and perceptions of others.

Fuck that! If Terry wanted rain, Terry was gonna get it!

I released my arms from around Terry, grabbing his hand. I pulled him towards the top of the stairs.

“Havana Rose!” Terry yelled.

“Don’t… Just trust me,” I said as we slowly descended the wet stairs. (Apartment exterior)

Rushing from the second floor to the first, I didn't want to give Terry any time to overthink. I pulled him into the rain, praying he would enjoy this moment.

“Babygirl!” Terry said, attempting to shield himself from the pouring rain.

“Just enjoy it, baby. Who gives a… who gives a fuck, huh?” I said, spinning around in the rain.

Terry let his head fall back on his shoulders. I stopped to watch this moment. He raised his arms above his head, reaching for the rain. Finally! He was letting himself be a kid again. His head slowly dropped to look at me. The biggest smile I had ever seen was plastered on his face. A smile so wide that it caused his eyes to close.

“That’s my baby,” I whispered to myself. I was seeing Terry through a completely different lens.

Terry lunged towards me, picking me up. He tossed me over his shoulder and began spinning me around. His laughter booming through the air around us.

“Terry!” I yelled out in laughter.

“WHO CARES, REMEMBER?!” Terry yelled back through the rain.

Putting me down, Terry pulled me into his body. My chin rested against his chest. He grabbed my face in his hands, drawing me closer to him. His gaze was piercing and intense.

“I love you, Havana Rose. Do you understand me? I love you with all my fuckin’ heart, and don't you ever forget that!” he avowed passionately.

I stood there, taking in every word like my life depended on it. Terry would have seen the tears streaming down my face if it wasn’t raining. I wish he could see how much his words were affecting me.

“I love you, too!” I said, jumping into his arms.

My legs wrapped around his waist. Our eyes were locked into a gaze that encompassed a million emotions— love, happiness, passion, lust. My hands went to the back of Terry’s head. His lips met mine in what felt like a kiss orchestrated by Cupid, himself.

We stayed right there in the rain and in love, for what seemed like hours. Kissing and loving on each other like two naive children, unaware of the world around them.

“Y’all gone be sick as dogs out there!” yelled Mrs. Geraldine, Terry’s next-door neighbor.

We pulled away from each other, laughing at her statement. Terry slowly put me down. My feet sloshed in a small puddle beneath me.

“Alright, babygirl. I think Mrs. Geraldine is right. We need to head inside and get you warm, mama. I don't want my baby sick,” he said, picking me up bridal style.

“Oh!” I squealed.

Terry carried me to the bottom of the stairs. I tried to get out of his grasp.

“What you doin'? I got this, lil’ mama. Sit tight,” he said, ascending the stairs carefully. He took his time with each step, handling me like a delicate flower or a small child.

I looked into Terry's eyes, getting lost in the different hues. I had looked in his eyes many times before, but none of those times ever felt like this one. It was as if I was committing every detail to memory. I never wanted to forget how his eyes looked right now— sparkling and wild.

Terry's eyes looked down to mine. “I can't focus wit’ you lookin’ at me like that,” he chuckled.

“I can't help it. You look so… so… so damn pretty. You're one gorgeous man, y’know?” I said, playing with his ear.

He moved his head away. “Ah, here you go with that! Leave my damn ears alone!” Terry rasped through gritted teeth.

“No,” I said stroking both of them.

“Get down! I'm not finna play wit’ you!” he said, putting me down at the doorway.

Walking into the apartment, I was hit by a harsh chill that sent a shudder down my spine.

“Go get out of those clothes and warm up,” Terry said, pushing me on my behind. I swear this man treats me like a child.

“What about you?” I asked, turning back towards the door.

“I'm coming right behind you, mama. I promise,” he said, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it.

“Better be,” I said, taunting him as I turned around.

And once again like clockwork…

smack

His hand lands right across my ass. How didn't I see that coming?

“Ow, I'm starting to think you just like spanking me,” I said as I rubbed my stinging ass.

“Yeah, I do. It's something ‘bout that recoil and the sound. Ouu… dear sweet Jesus, it drives me crazy,” he exclaimed with joy.

“You're a sadist. You're a fuckin' sadist. Terrence Richmond is a goddamn…,” I started before Terry picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder.

“That's it! That mouth is too loose today. You don't know when to quit, huh?” he asked, rubbing me on my ass. I was beginning to anticipate another spanking.

Unfortunately, his phone rang. He turned around suddenly with me still over his shoulder, thrashing me around.

“Whoa! I don't think I like this ride anymore,” I said through laughter.

“Sorry, love. Here,” he said putting me down. “Go ahead. I'll be right behind ya,” he said, kissing my forehead.

I simply nodded my head yes and began to walk towards the room. Once I was in the bedroom, I walked over to the laundry basket and began pulling off my wet clothes.

“Babygirl, change of plans. I gotta make a quick run to the site. They’re havin’ a problem. I’m sorry!” he yelled from the living room.

“Okay. Be safe. Love you!” I yelled over my shoulder.

“Love you more, mama. I’ll be right back,” Terry said as I heard the front door open and close.

With that, I decided to take a hot shower to warm myself up and relax while Terry was gone.

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[lustnhim]

‘ impatient. ‘ — 70s! elvis x fem! reader

note: requested / warnings: MDNI, hand job, oral m-receiving, slight edging, praise, slight degradation, submissive elvis, reader calls elvis daddy (elvis calls himself that too but whateva-) prob typos, kinda pwp, poorly written. / summary: you’re too busy to help elvis out with his ‘issue’ so he tries to take care of it himself, but you catch him.

Elvis had been out pretty much all day doing interviews, you knew when he would come home he’d be hungry. You had been cooking since 12, and it was 5:30 now- You liked to make all his favorite foods when you knew he’d had a long day… Stirring a pot of gravy and watching out the kitchen window you waited for the car to come into view. You checked in the oven to see the cornbread was about done and when you looked up you saw the car pull up and Elvis, who was already out. Jumping nervously, you rushed over to the table to make sure everything was in place, fried chicken, collard greens, mashed potatoes, and an un-iced chocolate cake. Rushing back over to the stove you poured the gravy in a gravy dish and sat it on the table. You still had to ice the cake and get the cornbread out you rushed around the kitchen, trying to get the icing out and ready to spread. 

“Well look at you! Runnin’ around like a chicken with your head cut off!” Elvis said, opening the front door and looking at you, standing in the kitchen, over the stove, and all dolled up in an apron as you cooked. You stopped and smiled at him, admiring his appearance. His messy hair, the soft white jacket and blue undershirt, the glasses that hid his pretty baby blues– he was gorgeous. “I wanted to have everything ready for you when you got home, but I ain’t quite done yet so you’ll have to wait.” You said smiling, walking towards Elvis and wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you gently on your forehead. “Alrighty, little one. But, daddy’s got another thing he wants ta’ do…” Elvis said, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you closer. Your eyes narrowed, “What…?” You asked, seeing his crooked smirk play across his face. Elvis's hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively lean into him, the heat of his body warming and comforting you. His smirk is mischievous, and his curiosity piques. "What daddy wants," he coos his voice, a low rumble, "is for you to help him out with ‘little elvis' he's been actin’ up all day." His hands drift lower, rubbing your hips teasingly. You can't help but notice the obvious bulge in his pants pushing against you gently, and a blush creeps across your face. "But… I'm almost finished with dinner, Elvis. Can't it wait a little while? I’ll be done in maybe 30 minutes–” You pull away gently, remembering the cornbread in the oven. “Darlin’ I don't think I can wait that long, I-I’ve been fightin’ it all day..” Elvis retaliates with genuine desperation in his voice. You bit your lip nervously, “El- I got cornbread in the oven and it's gonna burn, after dinner, I’ll help you m'kay?” You say gently, pulling away from Elvis and heading back to the kitchen.

Elvis groaned gently as he watched you walk away. Frustrated, he sighed gently, running a hand through his hair and weighing his options. Sure, he could wait on his little housewife like a good husband, but something about this was different. The tension was unbearable, he needed to do something or he might lose his mind. “Ah- Darlin’ I’m gonna head to the bedroom and watch some TV, just holler for me when dinner’s ready,” Elvis called, heading up the stairs upon hearing you yell back. He walks towards his bedroom, his steps faltering as his erection strains against his tight pants. He can't focus on anything else now. Every thought revolves around relieving his ‘little’ problem. Elvis stripped down to nothing but his underwear and wrestled with the fastenings of his pants, his belt almost refusing to come undone. Once they hit the floor, his throbbing member springs free, bouncing lightly as he bites his lower lip in anticipation. Sitting on the bed he quickly gets to work. He grabs his hard cock, feeling the hot, pulsing veins beneath his gentle touch. Elvis's other hand rubs over his abused balls, encircling them tenderly before giving them a firm, loving squeeze. Letting out a groan he begins to stroke, the pent-up desire consumes him. His breathing becomes ragged, eyes half-lidded as he bites his lip, trying to remain as quiet as possible. Pre-cum drip from his swollen head as he feels himself nearing orgasm.

“El! Dinner’s done–” You say, opening the door abruptly, Elvis quickly struggles to cover himself, grabbing the blanket off the bed and yanking it over him. “B-baby! I- I’m sorry- I just couldn’t wait-” Elvis explains, his face growing red from embarrassment. Your cheeks flush a deep pink, partly in embarrassment for walking in on Elvis, and partly because of the arousal that lingers in the air. Without saying a word, you step deeper into the room, closing the door behind you. Approaching the bed, you reach out and gently tug at the blanket, revealing Elvis's now glistening, hard cock. A small smile plays on your lips as you kneel between his legs. “You couldn’t wait for him?” You coo, taking his cock in your hands, causing Elvis to let out a shaky gasp. “H-honey you ain’t gotta do that…” He whimpers, feeling your hands begin to work. You ignore Elvis's statement, instead focusing on how good it felt to be holding his cock in your hands once again. You stroke him gently, watching as he moans softly under your touch. “My poor husband…couldn’t even wait till’ after dinner..” You tease, watching his face carefully. “I-I’m sorry baby…” Elvis says, through a soft moan. “You’re not sorry…Nuh-uh…My baby wanted to be caught didn’t he?” You coo, starting to move faster now, running your thumb across his tip gently, beads of precum coating your fingers. “I-I’m gonna cum, baby…” Elvis said, bucking his hips gently. You hesitated for a moment before stopping, your hand still gripping his cock. “No you ain’t neither.” You say, causing Elvis to look down at you from partially closed eyes. “You’ll cum when I let you…Kay’ Daddy?” You say, shooting him a soft smile. 

You lean forward, extending your tongue to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that gathered there. Elvis lets out a shaky breath, his fingers threading through your hair. “Baby…Please I-I was about done when you came in” Elvis pleaded, feeling you wrap your lips around him. You let out a breathy giggle before taking him deeper into your mouth, moaning softly around him as you suck him. Elvis lets out a shaky moan, his hips bucking up into your mouth. You hum around his cock, enjoying the way he reacts to you. Your tongue flicks against the underside of his shaft, teasing him. Elvis's grip on your hair tightens as he nears his climax, his breathing growing more ragged. You can feel the tension building within him, and you know he won't be able to hold back much longer. Popping it out of your mouth you smile at him for a moment, watching as his belly heaves and his teeth bite his lip in desperation. “C’mon…” Elvis’ groans, his voice weakened.

Sliding down his body, you grasp his cock firmly, your thumb wiping away the beads of pre-cum that had already pooled back up. Elvis lets out a shaky breath as you lean in, taking the head of his member back into your mouth. He grasps your hair, gently guiding you as you bob your head, taking more and more of him into your mouth. You moan softly around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers through Elvis's body. You pull back, leaving his cock glistening with your saliva as you look up at him. Elvis's eyes are half-lidded, his face flushed with arousal. "Arch your back for me, baby," you whisper, and he does as instructed, giving you better access to his eager cock. You lower your mouth back to him, this time taking him deep enough to reach the back of your throat, making him moan loudly. His fingers are still tangled in your hair, pushing you down deeper onto him, making you gag slightly. Releasing his grip on you, you raise your head smiling at him as strands of saliva still connect the two of you, “My poor husband…Can’t just let me work..hm?” You coo, stroking his cock lazily. “Please baby, please…just- just let me cum, I’ll wait on ya’ from now on just- just please hon’..” Elvis begs, you can feel his cock throbbing in your hands, copious amounts of precum leaking down onto your hands. 

You giggle before moving your head back down onto him, looking up at him, and placing your hands on his tummy as you thrust your head down onto him. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he twitched and gasped, the way his fingers dug into the sheets. You sucked, deep-throating him once more before pulling back, letting out a breathy moan. "Fine Daddy, cum for me," you say, grinning up at him as you resume your slow, teasing strokes. Elvis's eyes roll back as he nears his climax, his hand tangling in your hair one last time, pushing your head down onto him, his hips jerking violently his cock explodes, streams of hot cum coating your throat. You moan against him as he comes, the sound muffled by his cock buried in your mouth. Once he finishes, you pull off, licking your lips and wiping your mouth as he slumps back against the pillows, panting heavily. "There we go, Daddy," you purr, stroking him gently a few more times until he begins to soften. Standing up you admire, his chest heaving, his tummy rising with each shaky breath he lets out, “T-thank you, Darlin…” Elvis whispers, closing his eyes. Looking around the room you find his pants and underwear, picking them up you toss them on the bed beside him.

  “You better get dressed, El…Dinner’s gettin’ cold.”

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Muñequita pt. IV

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Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Steve torments Javi a little cause we love that dynamic. It’s a beach day or whateva. Girl dad!Javi. Javi and Valeria being absolutely adorable. No smut or anything just fluffy family time. No physical descriptions of reader. But she uses sunscreen on her and Valeria. CHUCHOOOOOO.

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Javier was at his desk, finishing up a report when Steve sat his skinny ass down on the corner of his desk. He looked up and sighed. "What are you doin’?" "Came to ask how things are goin’ with the kid." "Her name is Valeria." Javier glared at him and he chuckled as he put his hands up. "Alright, alright. Don't bite my head off. Just wanted to see how things were goin’. Connie’s been talkin’ about it since you left the house.”

Javier chewed on his lip, trying not to smile too much as he thought about you and Valeria. “They’re goin’ fine.” He cleared his throat and closed his eyes as Steve started to coo and gush at him.

“Awwww somebody loves their kiiiiid.” Javier shook his head with a groan. “So the mom?” “I hate you so fucking much.” “Oh it’s definitely both. Con’s gonna lose her fuckin’ mind when she finds out. How did date night go?” He smirked and wiggled his brows. “I swear to god I’m going to commit a felony if you don’t shut up.” “Ooohhhhh it went super well.”

Javier rubbed his eyes. “Relax. We’re happy for you. Con’s been on my case all week have they gone out yet? Is he getting along with Valeria? When is he taking her out? I have to bring her something or she’s gonna ask you herself.” Javier sighed.

“The date went really good and I’m not saying anymore than that. Valeria.. she’s great. We get along good, she’s smart as hell, too. Full conversational Spanish.” He grinned and sighed softly as he looked at his desk, thinking back to Saturday morning.

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He’d woken up before you, sat there for a few minutes admiring your sleeping figure as he let his hands trail over you, nothing sexual just reveling in getting to lay there with you and not have anything rushing you away from eachother. That’s when he heard knocking on the front door, rapid but soft, he figured he’d let you sleep a little more so he pulled himself out of bed, put his boxers and slacks back on, and then his undershirt before going to the door and peeking out the side window to find Valeria and Sandy waving frantically.

He’d chuckled and pulled the door open. “Goodmorning, Javier. Sorry for bringing her over so early but she was so excited to ask how your date went I held her off as long as I could. She’s been up since five.” He raised his brows as he chuckled and looked down at Valera. “It’s alright.” He knelt down and immediately Valera launched herself into his arms.

“Buenos Dias, papa.” Goodmorning, daddy She said excitedly. “Did you and mama have fun on your date?” Javier smiled and nodded. “We had a lot of fun. Did you have fun with Sandy?” He stood up, holding Valeria on his hip. It was so natural to him he couldn’t believe he was scared before. “Yeah! We watched Elmo and played outside and we made mud pies! But Sandy said we couldn’t eat them because they weren’t real pies.”

Javier chuckled softly. “That sounds like a lot of fun, and I’m glad you didn’t eat mud. Your hair is pretty.” He hummed softly and kissed her cheek as he straightened out her curls. Valera giggled and pushed her face into his neck. “Thank you. Is mama awake yet?” “Not yet, Muñequita. Let’s let her sleep a little. You can help me make her breakfast.” Valeria giggled softly. “Papa I can’t cook.”

Javier laughed. “Well then we can help eachother.” He kissed her cheek and told Sandy thank you for watching her before taking her to the kitchen. They were halfway through cooking the bacon in your freezer when Javier caught a glimpse of you, Valeria on his hip but turned away from the bacon so it wouldn’t pop on her.

He turned his head towards you and grinned widely. “Goodmorning, mamacita.” He said happily before going over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’d given him a sheepish little smile and tilted your head down. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept great. How did you sleep?” You’d taken Valeria when she leaned towards you, wide eyed and ready to tell you about her night with Sandy, but patient enough to wait for you and Javier to stop talking. “Better than I have in a really long time.” You and Javier had looked at eachother for a moment after that, silent but a whole conversation happening in your eyes before Valeria decided that was enough of her not getting any attention.

He’d spent the day with the two of you after that, leaving around 6 to go have dinner with his dad, admitting he’d be spending Sunday with him as part of a tradition his mother had demanded they start, every Sunday when everyone was off from work or home from school would be family day. You’d agreed and were happy to hang out later in the week.

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Steve was sitting at his desk now, not far from Javier, finally relenting on his torture for the moment so Javier could breathe and actually try to get some work done without thinking about you or Valeria. Which proved more difficult than he thought it would.

At around lunch time the secretary peeked her head around a corner to tell him he had a phone call on line three. He’d crowned, halfway through his sandwich before sighing and picking it up. “Peña.” He answered around a mouthful.

“Do you always answer the phone with a mouthful of food?” Your sweet voice giggled from the other end and he set his sandwich down, swallowing the half chewed bite. “Querida. I didn’t know it was you.” You hummed. “Obviously.” You teased and he felt his cheeks get hot as he huffed. “You called during lunch I… sorry.”

“Javi- it’s fine.” You laughed softly. “I called during lunch on purpose. I didn’t want to distract you or anything.” He could hear the hustle and bustle of your workplace, a plant store he remembered you telling him Friday night. Different exotic and homeland plants as well as spices and herbs. “Well it sounds like I’m distracting you. Isn’t it lunch for you?” “Not when the stores full but I have a free second. Charlie is running the register I just wanted to call you before I forgot.”

“Forgot what?” “Well- Valeria’s been kinda obsessed with the beach lately, so we’ve had a beach day planned and.. it’s in a couple days and she asked me this morning if you could come with us, and I told her I’d ask so… so this is me asking.” He was quiet for a moment, a smile on his face as he looked down. “You don’t have to. Obviously. Um. She was just wondering. If you’re busy it’s fine.”

“No.” He said quickly causing Steve, who’d been watching since he answered the phone, smirk and raise a brow at him. “No it’s totally fine.” He gave Steve the finger as he spoke. “I’m sure I can work something out. What day?” “Thursday and Friday.” Javier hummed for a minute and started to think about the days he had off. “Yeah. I can work something out. What time are you leaving?” “Probably.. 12?” “Sounds good. I’ll be at your place at 11:30, then.” “Great.” “Great.” You were silent for a little while.

“… great.” You said again and he chuckled. “Great.” He repeated one more time and you laughed. “Okay. I’ll let you go now so you can- and a toddler just knocked over a potted tree okay I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” Javier chuckled. “Alright. Talk to you later. Bye.” “Bye.” The line lingered a second before the both of you hung up.

“Awwww how cuuuute.” Javier glared at Steve quickly and threw a pen at him, to which he dodged. “Shut the hell up. Swap my Wednesday for your Friday.” “After you tried to assault me? That’s not very friendly, Jav.” He picked up a stapler this time and Steve held up his hands. “Alright! Alright, jeez.” Steve huffed as he watched him put it down. “You can have my Friday.”

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When Thursday rolled around Javier made sure he had what he needed packed away before getting into his truck and driving to your house. He was a little nervous to spend two days with the two of you. Not that he didn’t want to, there was nothing he wanted more. He just hoped he could set his bullshit aside long enough for you and Valeria to consider him worth the effort.

He got to your house at exactly 11:30 like he promised, knocking on your door. He couldn't remember the last time he went to the beach, probably before his mom died. Matching the theme he hadn't worn a pair of shorts in that long, either. He felt naked with his knees out on display, they were oddly old and shamefully pale, but maybe these two days at the beach will fix that.

When you opened the door Valeria came flying into his legs and he was pretty sure of he hadn't grown accustomed to people tackling him, it very well could've knocked him on his ass. "Hi, papa! It's been so long!" You laughed behind her as he kneeled down to pick her up. "It's barely been a full week, Val." Valeria pouted and hugged Javier tightly. "So."

You shook your head and let him in. "I'm finishing up her bag and then we can go." "Mama always packs my stuff a hundred times." "No, I check your stuff a hundred times, which you learn to do after forgetting tihngs like blankies and binkies and bottles for six months straight." And there was that guilt again. Maybe you wouldn't have gone through that alone if he'd just tried to find you, it's not like it would've been too difficult, he worked for the government, he could've found you. He should've.

He kept Valeria occupied while you made sure you had everything, looking over towards you as he helped her buckle her sandals, swallowing thickly. This outfit was drastically different from the dress, a simple pair of faded shorts that stopped about mid-thigh, and a pink tanktop colored a shade he didn't know the name of but he knew it looked good on you, hugged in the right places and complimented your skintone perfectly.

He didn't even notice Valeria talking to him until she started patting his shoulder to grab his attention. He blinked and looked at her quickly, cheeks flushing. "Yeah?" Valeria giggled softly. "Mama is really pretty, isn't she?" Javier chuckled and looked at you as he bit down on his lip. "Yeah. She is." He sighed happily and stood up quickly when you turned around, pulling Valeria up on his hip. "All ready to go?" He asked, making his way over to you as you nodded. "Yeah. All ready."

"Great. I thought we'd take my truck, no offense to your car or anything but... I don't think it will make it to Malaquite Beach." You laughed and nodded. “Honestly you’re probably right… and it’s airing out because Valeria may have thrown up in it the other day.”

When Javier's eyes widened you laughed. "Don't worry, she just... had too much candy at school." He nodded, relieved. "Okay. Good. Sorry my seats are fabric and I love her but if she puked in my car I would probably throw up right next to her."

You laughed harder and nodded. "She usually sleeps in the car." Javier nodded and walked out to the car with the two of you. "Um, I got a carseat, too... I figured we could both have one.. uh... just in case." You looked at Javi as he opened the backdoor and helped Valeria into her seat. You expected to have to use your own carseat, or hold her until you got to the beach.

"What..?" Javier asked hesitantly before you shook your head, smiling widely before surging forward and slamming your lips into his, cupping his cheeks gently.

Javier hummed in surprise, his eyes widening as he kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist as Valeria giggled and scrunched her face in her car seat. “What was that for?” You felt your cheeks warm up as you shook your head.

“You just… you’re falling into being her dad so well… I just wish I would’ve found a way to tell you sooner.” You said softly. Javier shook his head and cupped your cheeks. “It’s okay. I wasn’t ready to be a dad, or a boyfriend or husband then. But I’m ready now and that’s what matters.” He said softly. You smiled and let him walk you to the passenger side. “Now I believe you promised our beautiful baby girl a day at the beach.” He opened the door and you laughed softly.

“I believe I did.” You laughed, buckling your seatbelt as Javier walked around and got inside. You looked back at Valeria and were happy to see her doublechecking her seatbelt already. “All good, Muñequita?” Valeria nodded happily. “All good, mama.” You smiled and turned forward.

The drive to the beach wasn’t too long and, luckily for you and Javier, Valeria fell asleep not long after you got in the car so there were no “are we there yet?” Or repeated requests to stop so she could potty without going in her pull up. Pull-ups weren’t something she wore very often, mostly for long car rides or before bed incase of accidents but she still hated wearing them.

You didn’t wake her up until Javier had parked his truck, sitting in the back with her as Javier pulled everything out. “You girls go play in the water I’ll get our spot set up.” Valeria was quick to unbuckle herself from her car seat before wiggling out and over your lap. “¡Vamos, mamá, el océano te está esperando!” Come on, mama, the ocean is waiting!

You laughed but helped her out of the truck. “Be careful, Muñequita! You don’t want to trip.” You got out and stopped her before she could run off. “We have to put sunscreen on, Val, we gotta keep our skin safe, remember?” Valeria groaned loudly but stood still and let you rub sunscreen all over her arms, legs, shoulders, face, and neck and any other exposed skin you could find.

Javier set up the blanket while you lathered you and Valeria in a protective layer of sunscreen before you made your way over to him. “Sunscreen.” Javier looked up from the little box he was adjusting on the corner and chuckled. “I’m not a kid, mamacita. I don’t need-” “you do need it, Javier.” You raised a brow at him pointedly. “I’m from Texas. I spent my whole life in the sun without it.” “I refuse to believe your mother didn’t put sunscreen on you as a child.”

Javier squinted at you and you squinted at him before he sighed and tugged his shirt over his head. “Fine.” You smiled triumphantly and started rubbing the sunscreen into his body while he rubbed it into his face, huffing. “It smells bad for you.” “You’re worse than your daughter about putting on this stuff.” “I don’t see why I need it.”

“Valeria tell papa why we need sunscreen.” Valeria looked up from where she was playing in the sand and giggled. “Skin cancer doesn’t discriminate, papa!” Javier bitchfaced you while you smirked. “You taught her the word discriminate?”

“Of course I did.” You shrugged, pulling your hands off him once all the sunscreen was rubbed in. “It’s important word to know.” Javier looked at you, and then Valeria, and then himself and nodded. “… yeah. It is.”

Once you were all covered in an appropriate amount of sunscreen, with an alarm set on Javier’s watch to remind you to put more on, the three of you went to play in the water. You stayed in the shallow end for a while, you and Valeria teaming up against Javier and splashing him with water- until Valeria betrayed you and started splashing you with Javier.

“How could you turn against your own country?!” You yelled, laughing as you tried to dodge their multi-directional attacks. Valeria just giggled and kept splashing you. “Papá promised ice cream!”

You gasped dramatically. “You bribed her?! Your own daughter?!” Javier laughed and shrugged. “Sorry, mamacita. But if you decide you as well would like to join my forces, you can have ice cream too.” He smirked and you squinted at him, the two of you in some kind of Mexican standoff before you hummed.

“… fine. I like ice cream.” Javier laughed and shook his head fondly. “Everyone likes ice cream.” Valeria nodded in agreement as you made your way over to the two of them, Javier pulling Valeria up on his hip.

“Wanna go deeper, Chiquita?” Valeria looked towards the deeper end and gripped onto Javier’s neck tighter before nodding quickly. “Yeah. Don’t drop me.” Javier shook his head. “I would never.” He held her with one arm before reaching down with the other one to grab your hand. You smiled at him, lacing your fingers together as you walked further out until Valeria decided it was far enough, looking around in awe.

Personally, you had always found the ocean and the idea of it absolutely horrifying, not that you wouldn’t go in because you knew there was hardly anything this close to the shore, but the idea that if you went just a little further or got swept up in a risky current- and now you’re freaking yourself out.

Your hand tightened around Javier’s and your eyes snapped towards him and Valeria, just to make sure they were in fact still there, feeling your heart ease up when you saw Javier smiling at Valeria, squeezing your hand back, while Valeria looked around her at the boats in the distance and the other families splashing around in the water.

You were lucky to have Javier back, you never really thought you’d see him again, that after Escobar he’d be thrown into some other cartel business or something like that. But thinking back on it, he hadn’t seemed happy in Colombia, sure you only had one night with him but there was a distant hollowness in his eyes beneath the charming grins and flirtatious winks. You didn’t see that anymore, not like you had that night.

It was still there, and you hated the idea of him dealing with something like that, especially on his own. “How’ve you been, Javi? Really?” You asked after the three of you had made it back to land, Valeria warming up in the sun while you and Javier sat under the umbrella. You hadn’t meant to ask, not yet anyway, but the words came spilling out.

Javier looked away from where he was watching Valeria and frowned a little. “What do you mean?” “I mean… since Colombia. Are you doing okay?” Javier shifted and sighed a little. “Um… I guess. I’m a lot better with you and Valeria in my life..” you smiled softly. “I’m glad… I’m just worried about you.”

He shook his head and reached over, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers with his. “Don’t be. I have everything I could want right here in front of me.” He smiled and you felt your cheeks warm up as you shook your head.

“Papá, ¿puedo enterrarte en la arena?” Daddy can I bury you in the sand? Valeria asked excitedly, running over and practically bouncing on her heels. You laughed and let go of Javier’s hand, already knowing he’d say yes. Javier hummed, pretending to think about it as he tapped his chin. When Valeria threw out the puppy dog eyes though he caved immediately and stood up.

“Bien, bien, puedes enterrarme.” Fine, fine, you can bury me. He chuckled and let her tug him to whatever spot she wanted, showing him why she’d dug the hole she’d been digging. “Este fue tu plan todo el tiempo, ya veo.” This was your plan all along by I see. Valeria giggled and shrugged as she watched Javier lay down the best he could in the little hole before she started covering his bottom half.

You laughed at the sight of Javier sat up on his elbows, the rest of him hidden by golden sand. “Well, ladies. Looks like we can’t go anywhere. My legs are gone.” He looked behind him and pretended to pout. “It’s a shame, too. They were my favorite legs.” Valeria giggled louder and covered her mouth before speaking. “You’re a merman, daddy!”

Javier looked behind him and sure enough Valeria had curved the sand to look like a fish-tail, sloppy scales drawn in and everything. He smiled and felt his chest swell as he looked at Valeria. “Always wondered what it would be like.” He teased before reaching out to tickle her stomach. Valeria giggled and used her hands to try and protect her stomach. “No, papa! Don’t tickle me!” She ran over to you.

“How could you run from me? Im a fish out of water over here!” Valeria giggled and shook her head. “Mama, papa is silly.” You laughed softly and nodded. “I know that’s why I like him so much.” You teased, winking at her.

Javier tilted his head and grinned before suddenly standing up and running towards the two of you. Valeria screamed and ran as you scrambled up and ran after her. “Hurry, mommy!” Once you caught up to Valeria you picked her up and ran with her before looking back at Javier and smirking before suddenly stopping and spinning around, holding Valeria at his mercy.

“No!” Valeria squealed, giggling and trying to wiggle out of your arms as Javier reached out and started tickling her. You didn’t hold her too tight and you knew if she really wanted free she could slip out of your grip so you weren’t worried about upsetting her.

Valeria continued to scream and giggle and thrash around until she finally wiggled out of your grip. “Okay, papa! No more no more!” She held her stomach and you laughed and sat next to her as Javier knelt down. “Okay, Muñequita. We’ll call a truce.” He kissed her little cheek and looked at his watch when it beeped.

“Time for more sunscreen.” You stood up and brushed the sand off your legs as Javier stood up and grabbed Valeria when she reached for him, heading back to the spot with you. After the sunscreen was on you played around some more, making sandcastles until his watch beeped again, and then you packed up and headed back to Javier’s truck with Valeria on your hip and everything else in Javier’s arms.

“I could’ve carried something, Y’know.” You looked over at him, laughing softly as he shook his head, putting everything in the bed of the truck while you buckled Valeria into her car seat. “Couldn’t make you carry our little girl and the stuff.” Javier shook his head and made his way over to you after closing the tailgate.

You turned towards him and smiled when he curled his arms around your waist. “So, I say we go get some ice cream for the drive arm. That sound good to anyone else?” Valeria gasped loudly and started squirming in her car seat. “Me! Me! I want ice cream!” You giggled and looked at Valeria and then at Javier. “I believe you have your answer.”

Javier smiled and cupped your cheeks gently before leaning to press his lips to yours, holding you there for a second before he pulled away and motioned for you to get in, closing the door behind you before going to the drivers side and climbing in.

The drive to the motel after you ate your ice cream was a little rowdier than the ride to the beach, no doubt because of the ice cream but about halfway home Valeria had started to pass out in the backseat, her little head bobbing even as she insisted she wasn’t tired and didn’t need a nap.

Eventually though, after tiring herself out by shouting observations or asking questions, you looked in the back and saw her conked out. You smiled and looked at Javier, reaching over to grab his hand. “Thank you for coming today.”

Javier looked over at you and smiled as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Of course I came. Couldn’t turn down a beach day with mi niñas.” My girls. You felt your cheeks warm up as you laughed a little, shaking your head a little and looking out the window. “… I was kinda scared you’d say no. I didn’t want to smother you or anything.”

Javier frowned deeply at the road and gave your hand a light squeeze. “No bother, mamacita. I love spending time with the two of you.” He glanced at you. “… make up for lost time. Not just with her.” God your face and neck were on fire at this point. “I’m glad she ran into you that day.” Javier laughed and nodded. “Me too. Wish I hadn’t knocked her on her ass but yeah. I am too.”

When you got to the hotel Javier went to check in while you grabbed Valeria from her car seat and threw your overnight bags over your shoulder. Maybe, just maybe, Javi would let you carry these bags in since you already had them.

Of course, you should’ve known better because when he saw you cradling Valeria while adjusting your bag on your shoulder he rushed over. “I told you I would carry the stuff.” “Javi I can handle a bag.” “It’s not about what you can handle. I’m here now so you don’t have to do it all yourself.”

You tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat, taking a shaky breath. You were pretty sure he didn’t understand just how much that meant to you. Even something as small as carrying the bags so she can focus on holding Valeria. It made your heart swell and your lungs tighten. “… Okay.” You let him take the bag and then wrapped your arm around Valeria’s back.

“Alright. Our room number is 105. Figured ground floor would be easier for Val… and me because my knees are not what they used to be.” You laughed as you walked into the room with him, it was almost a direct shot from your car but you knew that was most likely his past in Colombia surfacing a little. “Oh it’s nice!” Javier nodded. “Asked him for his nicest ground floor room.” He chuckled. “I mean it’s not a dumpy place but you never know.” You smiled and kissed his cheek before laying Valeria in bed. “She’s gonna freak over that tv in the morning.”

Javier laughed and looked at the tv, nodding. “I can already hear her asking to watch Elmo.” You smiled even more and turned to look at him. “I’m so glad you’re around. God I’m such a dummy for not telling you. I know you weren’t ready but.. you deserved to know.” Javier chucked and shook his head. “Don’t worry about that anymore mamacita. Honestly. You’ve got photos and videos. I’ll watch them and it won’t be the same but at least I’ll see them.” You took a deep breath and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

He smiled, rubbing your back with one hand while his arm wrapped around you tightly and pulled you closer for a tighter hug. “As much as I would love to stay like this forever we should all shower before Valeria falls asleep.” You looked over towards her and laughed when you saw her trying to stay awake. “Which better be soon.”

Javier laughed and nodded. “Alright. You niñas go on, I’ll shower next.” You smiled and pulled away, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Keep her up while I get our pajamas and stuff out.” Javier nodded and plopped down on the bed with Valeria. She giggled as her itty bitty body bounced with the force, looking over at Javier.

“Papá! You have to be careful I’m little!” She giggled. Javier grinned and shook his head. “Lo siento, Muñequita.” I’m sorry, little doll. He reached out to straight her hair a bit and get it out of her face and then started tickling her neck with one hand and her armpit with the other.

Valeria squealed loudly, scrunching her neck and pinching her arm close to her body as she tried to wiggle away, giggling wildly. “No, papá! I’m ticklish!” Javier chuckled but continued to tickle her. “Really? Never woulda guessed!” “Mamá! Mamá save me!”

You’d stopped gathering clothes to watch them, smiling at the sight before running over like you were going to save her. But then Javier looked at you and smirked at eachother. “Valeria… I don’t think I can save you.” You looked at your hands and curled your fingers a little. “Whatever has taken over Papá… it’s got me now too!” You yelled before tickling her feet.

Valeria giggled louder, squealing and wiggling around for a moment before you and Javier decided to stop torturing her. “Okay, okay. It’s time to wash all this beach gunk off of us, Muñequita.” Valeria giggled and kissed Javier’s cheek quickly before reaching up for you.

Once the three of you were cleaned up you ordered a pizza and watched tv while you ate, the three of you were tucked into bed by ten, Valeria cuddled between you and Javier.

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The rest of your trip was great, you spent a little time at the beach before you left the next morning, had lunch, and then Javier took you back home before he went back to the farm.

When he got there his dad, Chucho, was sitting on the front porch, rocking in his chair with a cold beer in his hand. A grin spread across his face when he saw Javier. “Steve called while you were gone. Said you were with a girl.”

Javier’s face turned red as he sat next to him. Jesus Christ he’s gonna kill Murphy, that’s it, his wife will be a widow, his children fatherless. He was a dead man. “I was gonna tell you when I got back. I didn’t want to overwhelm anyone.” He sighed.

Chucho raised a brow and hummed. “She must be good for you. Never heard of you being one to not overwhelm someone.” He smirked as Javier bitchfaced him and rubbed his face. “It’s not… just her.” He sighed heavily and shifted, glancing at Chucho. “I…”

Javier scratched his chin and looked down. “I… got her pregnant…” Chucho blinked rapidly. “Mijo… I think it’s a bit early-“ “No- Pop… I got her pregnant a few years ago in Colombia… I’m a dad…” Chucho put his beer down and squinted at him before reaching onto the windowsill and throwing the beer cap at him.

“¡¿QUÉ?! ¿Has tenido un hijo todo este tiempo y nunca me lo dijiste? ¡¿Qué es lo que te pasa?! ¡Tu madre se revuelve en su tumba! Por qué-” WHAT?! You have had a child this entire time and never told me?! What is the matter with you?! Your mother is turning in her grave! Why-! he grabbed the next closest thing to him and got ready to throw it at him but Javier threw his hands up to block it.

“¡No lo sabía, papá! ¡Lo juro! ¡Me enteré hace dos semanas!” I didn’t know, dad! I swear! I just found out two weeks ago! Javier looked at Chucho and noticed he still didn’t seem satisfied so he sighed and started to tell him about how you met in Colombia, and then how you ran into eachother at the department store.

“She had to come back to America after and she didn’t have a way of contacting me.” Javier rubbed his face with a heavy sigh. Chucho sighed and got up, moving to sit next to him on the steps. “I’m not mad, mijo… how old is the kid?”

Javier smiled softly as he thought about Valeria, taking a deep breath. “She’s five… she’s great pops. Adorable, she’s bilingual too and she’s so good.” He chuckled and rubbed his hands on his thighs. “… I wish I could’ve been her dad sooner.” He sighed and leaned back against the railing. “But…”

“You weren’t ready then. You had other things to do.” Chucho finished. Javier nodded and glanced at him. “But I’m ready now… I just.. I hope I can be good enough. For both of them… I don’t want my shit to come up and screw everything up, Y’know?”

Chucho nodded in understanding and reached out, laying his hand on Javier’s shoulder. “You’re better than when you first got back, son, and if this girl is as great as you made her seem just now… she’ll be there for you.” He said softly. “Just don’t hold it in anymore. When you need to talk. Talk for Christ’s sake.”

Javier sighed and nodded. “You’re right.” He rubbed his face and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about her when I found out I just.. I was wrapping my head around it. It still feels… surreal.” He said softly. Chucho nodded. “No hard feelings, son. I just want you to be happy. I do wanna meet these two girls. Can’t let me go on without knowing my nieta.” Granddaughter He shook his head.

Javier chuckled and nodded. “I’ll talk to her and we’ll work something out. Promise.” Chucho nodded and slapped his shoulder before standing up. “Now get up there’s another hole in the fence, I did half the work, I just need you to finish it.” Javier groaned and nodded before he stood up. “Alright I’ll go finish it.”

“Good boy. I’ll start dinner we can eat when you’re done.” Javier nodded and headed around to the back, straight for the hole in the side of the fence, Chucho had done the horizontal boards and all that was left was a paint job and the vertical boards.

While he was fixing the fence he thought about you and Valeria, Valeria running around inside the fence while you brought them out some lemonade or something. Like his own mother did for so long for him and his dad on hot days. He wouldn’t mind living on the farm with you, teaching Valeria how to care for the animals.

He’d talk to you tomorrow about meeting his dad and if you were okay with it you’d arrange something for a few days ahead to give all of you the time to prepare. Chucho would want to plan something special for dinner and he didn’t want to rush things along too much and freak you out.

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Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoyed I’ll try not to take so long with the next updates!

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[crumblecakezz]

i think we can all agree that SHOCK!’s music video is 100% related to buddy daddies.

please pay attention to the lyrics that i note during each section 👀

it’s lengthy but i think it would be worth reading. the music video offers a lot of similarities to buddy daddies and more that hasn’t been yet been similar to any part of the show we can see, which opens up many possible theories.

—reblogs appreciated (o><o)

it begins with a lone reaper (rei) meeting an angel (kazuki) by chance from a crane game.

(lyr: “hey, i want to love you, is this true? > i showed you my heart.”)

there is an entire montage dedicated to just showing them interacting, with the reaper in blue and the angel in pink. at the end of it, they hold hands, but now the reaper is also pink.

(lyr: “hey i want to love you, is this true? > im being tossed around again”)

next shot — they chillin, holding hands or whateva, and then badoom a gigantic ufo (the organization) looms over them, and starts to chase them around. hand-in-hand, the two are running away.

(lyr: “i locked it up so it wouldn’t hurt > it won’t change, and i know, but…”)

the ufo knocks down and captures the angel in its huge hands, and the reaper’s eyes water as it reaches out to save the angel, but the angel then disappears. in very brief shots, the reaper sheds a tear and then sprouts wings.

(lyr: “i know that i don’t want to lose anything anymore > gives me a good laugh”)

in a series of beautiful✨ shots, the reaper is trying to escape the ufo with determination and it’s newfound wings.

(lyr: “let’s love and be loved > let me see if this is love”)

there is a shot of the angel, pink, and the reaper, blue again and far away. there is another shot of the reaper letting a tear fall.

(lyr: “from now on, swing me around as you please”)

the reaper, although with wings, is falling through the sky with great speed. its eyes tear up. in the next shot, it reaches out towards the camera as it falls back into the grasp of the ufo.

(lyr: “swing me around as you please, forever”)

the lights on the sign on the crane machine powers off. a small reaper and angel plush are won by and picked up by a girl wearing pink (miri) from a crane machine (the same one).

(no lyr)

———

so many things in this video make so much sense after i really gave it some thought. here is what we know for sure as of episode 8:

rei was a lone killing machine before meeting kazuki (wandering reaper).

kazuki was trapped by his guilt until he taught rei to live, which in turn helped himself (angel trapped in crane machine).

kazuki and rei met by chance (crane machine).

he changed rei for the better, even if he doesn’t realize it (turning the same color as kazuki).

they are dependent and reliant on each other, for work and personal reasons. they lent each other a helping hand (holding hands).

but we saw that when something personal interferes with the professional commitment people have to the organization, the organization will make sure it doesn’t stay that way (huge ufo with big eyes and hands chasing the two).

as for the rest of the music video? shit gets sad…

the angel is torn away from the reaper and trapped in the ufo’s grasp. it then disappears to become a plushie again.

the reaper sprouts wings and does all it can to escape the ufo, but it meets the same fate as the angel. being separated from the angel makes the reaper blue again.

the two, in a helpless and immobile plushie state, are picked up, by chance, and by a little girl this time. however, this might put the girl in danger of meeting the ufo as well.

———

i think i don’t need to explain my theories for that part. it can speak for itself…

but it’s got me seriously worried about the direction of this show. since we know that the beginning can be well-explained by rei and kazuki’s first encounter and a little past that, there is a chance that the rest of it reflects the rest of the series as well.

or who knows, maybe the music video is only extremely resemblant of the show it ops for by coincidence!! 😭 maybe buddy daddies has a happy wholesome ending…!!!

thanks for readin (o^^)9

[grimowled]

"Happy Father's Day, daddy~" He smirked, leaning over and kissing the older on the cheek. "Ah'll be a good boy f' yeh' today and do whateva' yeh' wanna do tah' celebrate the holiday. Sounds like a good gift?"

THE UNEXPECTED SMOOCH and the naughty undertones prompted a chuckle of pleased hoots from the avian prince, especially as it was bestowed upon him by one so delightfully charming (and tall enough to reach!) - his latest darling; and while he greatly enjoyed doting on him, it was a rather thrilling novelty to be doted upon in turn.

(it seemed that they both had much to give.)

in truth the best gift for the occasion was finding angel at his side, despite how busy the starlet's hectic life could get. regrettably, his own beloved daughter had been whisked away by her mother for the day.

(perhaps, even, to spite him.)

"hoo hoo hoo, you are such a rascal, my dear. I do adore you terribly. are you sure you want to be a good boy? I do have something in mind."

with a suggestive, half-lidded crimson look, he looped a long arm around the arachnid sinner, long talons grasping him at the waist in a manner most delicate, as if to invite him to a dance; then he pressed the curve of his beak against angel's forehead, and nuzzled him there with a quiet, pleased chirr.

[djmordecai]

Rare Formz - Brand New Funk (official music video)

beats & cuts by @DJMordecai 

lyrics & vocals by Chris Miller 

engineered by James Swisher 

Rare Formz lettering by Brad Bacon 

from 2015's @rareformz6905 Rare Formz - The Album https://rareformz.bandcamp.com/album/... 

a tribute to @djjazzyjeff  & The Fresh Prince ( @WillSmith ) - Brand New Funk 

as well as an homage to our hip-hop heroes. 

shoutout to @TheFoundationhiphop 

 LYRICS: 

Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) Brand New Funk (Get Down!) (Get Down!) Brand New Funk (funky) (Hit It!) 

[Chris Miller - Verse 1] They want that old school rap back and cats want it ASAP so I'mma flip it on niggas, the track be the gym mat I’m at a high demand for rap fans I'm Outstanding like the Gap Band, check soundscans, More money than ever so ain't no margin for error and I've been eatin’ on MC’s since Tougher Than Leather and my peoples got my back, like Africans with Mandela. So you better put them glocks down like you were Heather ‘cause I get high like Dominique smokin’ the chronic leaf and I'm in and out the future like Quantum Leap Come follow me. I flow off old school beats just like Mahogany I'm so ‘90s with the gold chain and rockin’ wallabees I still gangsta boogie Kool G Rap my ass off get stomped out for pressin’ that fast forward Sucka MCs ain’t ready for fastball ‘cause my style intense like you takin’ that crash course 

[Chorus] my DJ [rock the beat] shout out to Marley Marl big ups to Chubb Rock Special Ed and Ice-T Monie Love and Geto Boys Schoolly D and Run-DMC   Spoonie Gee and Rob Base Nice & Smooth all day man. 

[Verse 2] I stayed criminal minded BDP first album, that was ‘87.I was up in project housin’ D.O.C. came with No One Could Do It Better. Then that Paid In Full album had a nigga wantin’ chedda. I freestyle in project hallways all day. Then Sir-Mix-A-Lot had that Posse On Broadway Flow like the incredible letter man. Red said, whateva, man. Big drove the caravan in Maryland. I was a student of the game when I learned from Kane before Meth I was bringin’ the pain like Memphis Bleek, I was comin’ of age I wanted to be Cool J when he walked on stage. He was King Hercules. He walked like a panther. Sun Rise In The East that Jeru Tha Damaja I reminisce like Pete Rock and CL peace to Melle Mel. Shante the illest female 

[Chorus] my DJ: (rock the beat) Shout out to De La Soul Craig G and Pete Nice Whodini, MC Shan Juice Crew, Ice Cube Shock G, Jungle Brothers Black Sheep and Latifah Peace shout to Nicki D 

[Verse 3] Whatchu know ‘bout Milk and Giz? And ain't nobody rock a party like Biz I want to dance like The Kangol Kid Scoob and Scrap Lover, Trouble T-Roy, even DJ Kool Herc even invented the b-boy. Take a look around like Master Ace, Public Enemy got me hype when they said they wanted “BASS!” Flavor Flav was the first hype man, I love British Knights, but really I was a Fila fan. Just somethin’ you wanna hear like Gang Starr and Premier with that flava in your ear. That Craig Mack that’s real Love MC Ren, but when Lyte dropped Paper Thin, cats like Drake wouldn'ta made it back then we had Prince Paul, Large Professor, big Daddy-O can't forget Kurtis Blow them word and real rap shows Parrish and Erick Sermon, Heavy D from Mount Vernon Joeski Love he even did the Pee-Wee Herman 

[Chorus] to my DJ: (rock the beat) shout out to Doug E. Fresh Dana Dane and Slick Rick the whole Get Fresh Crew Steady B, Kool Moe Dee Cold Crush Brothers and Busy Bee Prince Rakeem and UTFO Fat Boys and Chill Rob G. And we out. Yeah, can't forget my DJs, shout out to: DJ Kool Herc DJ Red Alert Paul C Jazzy Jeff Cash Money Grandmaster Flash Mr. Magic DJ Hollywood Jazzy Jay Eddie Cheeba DJ Charlie Chase DJ Chuck Chillout The Masterdon and DJ Davy DMX 

 fresh to death, man.

[infictionalwonderland]

Mikaelsons with dominant s/o headcanons !

warnings : mentions of sex and sexual themes, swearing, fem, mentions of mistress kink, mentions of abuse ( mikeal to them )

mikaelsons included: klaus, elijah, kol, rebekah

klaus choke me mikaelson —

100% a praise kink

i will perish on this hill

poor baby isn’t used to praise even without any sexual context so if you praise him, he’s literally gonna melt

little spoon.

just yes.

secretly enjoys giving up control

keep in mind he’ll only actually be like this if he wholeheartedly trusts you, which for someone like him is extremely rare

my darling just wants to be taken care off :(

after care is also very important

it is anyway but literally is essential with klaus

surprisingly he’s adorably obedient toward you... in private

but in public he lives to tease you and everyone just naturally assumes he’s the dominant one between yuse to

i don’t think he’d be a fan or having pain inflicted on him cuz of his past with pain and well, abuse

but he’s all up for other stuff bc he’s just eager to please you

would die happily with his head smushed in between your boobs

and in public he always needs to be touching some part of you -

whether that’s hand holding, an arm around your waist, him literally carrying you - he does not gave a shit.

he’s just so unlike his normally threatening and dominant self around you

he’s shy and obedient and just completely puppy

he loves to paint / draw you as well

he’ll gift you paintings and expectantly wait for the praise which always makes him blush no matter how frequently he receives it

he’s just your little big puppy <3

elijah mikaelson —

this man 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

he’s the most unlikely sub

with his aura of confidence and power you wouldn’t expect him to be submissive

but i guess you just powerful like that or whateva, go bestie 😩

his hands are ALWAYS on your thighs

not a little squeeze, not it’s permanent fucking placement

he would willingly suffocate himself in between said thighs

his goal in life is just to live in between your legs, #newhometings

in my opinion he’s such a giver

he LIVES for pleasing you and the praise you give just makes him all the more eager to do so

of course if you wanna return the favour he’s not complain ( when does he ever complain when it comes to you ) but he honestly doesn’t care

i don’t known about you lot but i think he’s actually quite a sexual active person

.. just me? okay.

he secretly loves the thrill of fuckin’ in public places and almost getting caught

people outside the bathrooms y’all fuck in : what y’all doing? screwing??

monstrous sex drive

sweetheart when i tell you.. the whimpers this man lets out 😩

i will combust

he’s really into lingerie

will get hard instantly if he sees you in just one of his shirts and underwear

he loves to give you gifts omg

expect so many gifts

proper sugar daddy material

lingerie, cars, jewellery, clothes, perfume, shoes, bags, lingerie and oh, have i mentioned lingerie

ask for anything and you shall receive

like im not even kidding, it can be anything and he’ll find a way to get it for you

kol mikaelson —

mistress / miss kink.

.. im just finna leave that there

cuddles cuddles and more cuddles

he loves cuddles sm

severely touch deprived

will bury his head in your boobs at any given time and place without shame

such a fucking brat

purposefully works you up and annoys you so you punish him

the punishments excite him

such a bloody simp for you

will immediately swoon at your dominant persona

dominant women >>>>>>>

expect numerous sex jokes

, which most the time are partly serious

he maybe sorta kinda has a huge thing for your voice, just in general

he’s just in awe that even your voice can be perfect

especially during sex, fully just say anything and this horny fucker is on the edge

loves when you pull his hair

like a lot a lot

he enjoys blood sharing too

if you’re not a vamp, that’s fine also, he’ll just drink from you if that’s okay with you

but if you are a vamp — blood sharing is a huge yes 😩😩

without sexual context, kol honestly just wants to be cared for and babied.

he’s always felt alone and uncared for so all he wants is for someone to care for him

you need to give him forehead kisses

and pay attention to him please, he’ll play it off but will genuinely be upset if you don’t

just give baby boy some love <3

rebekah mikaelson —

my little treasure <33

praise her, cherish her, treat her like she is the only woman in the world

constant reassurances, all the time

never let her think you do not love her

i personally think she’s equal parts give and receive but sub rebekah would defo be practically a pillow princess

my baby needs all the compliments

and i mean all, do not hold back

constant kisses

forehead kisses

cheek kisses

soft kisses

passionate snogs

you’re the type of couple to make other people jealous

rebekah adores when you do her hair

secretly just because she loves the feeling of you playing with her hair

cuddles all the time!!!

it’s nonnegotiable

you two always blasting music

dancing around with each other, singing and just being fckn couple goals

she loves it when you pull her closer by her waist

literal. butterflies.

she’s admittedly sensitive, okay, so you do have to mind what you say

and if you do accidentally offend her you can make up for it with bubble baths and kisses

and your tongue

hand holding >>

this girls hands are so soft it feels like silk

you two are always holding hands if you’re out in public, walking together

rebekah loves hugs from behind too

you just come up behind her and hug her around the waist, AND give her face soft kisses — she’s the happiest person in the bloody universe

the most loyal couple <3

everyone loves you two together

yes, even klaus

which truly says how perfect you are together.

[ughdontbeboring]

Weight

Sy x WoC curvy reader

distance makes the cunt grow wetter or whateva they said

warnings: smut, daddy kink?, I am fuckinf horrible at warnings/tags please let me know if something should be tagged.

side note: so I woke up and this was on my mind, I wrote it at 4:20something this morning so bare with me and any mistakes. This is my horny crack ass of dawn brain.

“Do you think ya ready? Hmmm I think so suga” Sy said as his fingers worked her through her orgasm. Her head shook pathetically, unable to form words.

Sy tsked at her.

“Aht aht aht Darling, use ya words”

She glanced over her should, eyes watery from the back to back orgasms.

“Yes Sy please”

Sy pushed himself closer to her back, his left arm sliding under her neck and his right curling under her armpit. She felt his large right hand grip her shoulder and his left rough hand grip her neck. She bit her lip as she whimpered and looked back and up at him again. He grinned down at her as he pushed her body forward just a little bit, his eyes falling down to his bobbing cock that kept sliding up her thighs.

Sy rolled his hips so his head was at her entrance, from his peripheral vision he could see her place her right hand on the mattress to ready herself, he smirked, she gon’ need more then that. He watched as he slipped the red angry head in, wanting to see his large cock disappear within her velvety wet paradise. Sy knew her well enough to know she was trying to hold on her gasp, but he had something for that. She knew it too when Sy looked up and his eyes caught hers in the mirror across from them, the mirror she had waiting there when he got home from deployment. It was large running basically the length of the large bed, laid against the wall like some posh condo somewhere. Sy could hardly see her, she was a average height women and curvy too but Sy still over powered her. She didn’t call him bear for nothin. But his eyes danced up and down what he could see taking in her beautiful complexion that had deepened and became richer with the Texas summer sun.

Her eye watched him, waiting as he hadn’t moved a muscle, the head of his cock still resting within her. She was starting to sweat his body like a furnace, she was happy it was summer in Texas, the AC adding a nice little chill to the body parts that wasn’t covered by Sy.

Without warning and all at once, the hand that lazily sat at her neck gripped it forcing her face towards the mirror where Sy was watching with that look in his eyes, the one that told her he wouldn’t be able to contain himself. The hand around her shoulder yanking her down while Sy thrusted his hips up, his cock spearing into her to the hilt as he pulled her flush against his chest while they laid on their sides.

Sy grunted loudly as he face laid on the side of hers while she gasped and let out an “ohhh fuck”, her mouth wide open. Her body tensing as she tried to pull away a from the overwhelming fullness of Sy. It was always this way when he first got home, to be honest even a few days without him had her needing to get reacquainted with his size.

“Suga’ ya so tight and wet” Sy groaned, his face twisted up in pleasure while she scrabble to get some relief.

She couldn’t get far with the hands around her neck and shoulder, paired with the fact that Sy was pushing half of her body into the mattress at this point. Not that she actually wanted to be anywhere without Sy’s fat cock in her, this was their thing. She knew what came next. Sy likes to hear it.

“Sy it’s too big-“ she was cut off by Sy’s shushing, his breathe hot on at her ear as they watched themselves, again Sy still hadn’t moved letting her get used to his size.

“I know suga I know, your being such a goood girl for daddy taking all of daddy’s cock” Sy grunted.

She whimpered hearing the praise she’s been missing, her cunt tingling with pleasure. She missed his praise over the past 3 months, which has been one of his shortest deployments. His longest during their relationship was 9 months, everytime he left, his horniness and neediness skyrocket like he was a teenage boy. He was grateful it was only 3 months apart, he knew we would still cum quicker then he’d like.

“Such a good girl” Sy said before using his right arm to brace himself on the bed, him making sure he could still see her face if he looked down or in the mirror, his hand resting just below her chin as the other still gripped her throat. She could see Sy’s furry chest now above her head, the top of her head only going to about his shoulder height. Sy completely covered her. She relished in the feeling of finally feeling so small and overpowered. She was a strong headed person in her life and her job especially. She was literally a boss responsible for so much 24/7 but her with her bear of a man, she loved to loose herself in him and feel small and delicate, and almost defenseless. The only thing that stopped her from being truly defenseless is the fact that Sy would never hurt her, not unless she asked and even then he’d make sure she remember and practiced the safe word. Just like today while taking her clothes off.

When Sy was steady, he dragged himself out to the tip, watching as her hand gripped the sheets and the other around the wrist that held her neck. Sy slammed down into her wetness, the sound loud in the quiet room.

She gasped then, loudly as it tore through her body. She felt so full of Sy almost too full, almost painful but he made it feel so so good. His hips snapping and thrusting down into her. Their bodies bouncing with the soft bed. He felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop his ruthless pace.

“Shit shit shit” she said as she screwed her eyes shut, face completely taken over by the pleasure.

“Fuck darlin I ain’t gonna last long”

She was well aware of that fact, he just traveled non stop from over seas maybe a whole 24 hrs or more of travel and she edged him the whole ride from from base, for about 30 minutes. Tonight? All she wanted tonight was to feel her man and give him somewhere to cum so he didn’t have to waste it like the past 3 months.

Sy’s hand tighten around her throat, his body fell on to hers as his thrusts become frantic, almost a grinding. The weight of him on her and the look on his face while he’s trusting til he bottomed out was enough to help push her over the edge as he continued to hit that spongy spot inside of her. She tighten up on him, if it was even possible to be any tighter. He roared into her neck that turned into a moan as his fingers tighten and his thrust became sloppy. The view, the noises, the feel of him had her cunt gripping him wanting to milk him for all he had as her own orgasm was triggered by his hot spent spurting into her as his cock swelled. Her brain was completely blank of anything other then the pleasure. Her mind was mush and nothing made sense other then her and Sy. All she could feel was Sy, if anyone asked her a question right now her only answer would be Sy, hell if she was even able to form words.

She was a moaning mess. She hadn’t stop moaning since Sy kissed her passionately at the base. Sy still felt hard inside her as they came down, she wiggled her hips.

“Sy?-“

“Shush baby”

He cut her off as he sucked his fingers on his right hand, her eyes went wide realizing where this was going. She couldn’t even keep up with how many times he made her cum tonight while he had only 1 himself so far.

“Sy wait-“

His grip on her neck kept her in place as he lifted his hips just enough to get his hand under her body before laying back down on her. The action causing his semi hard cock to fill her back up.

“Oh fuck Sy”

His fingers slipped between her swollen lips until he got to her drenched core, his fingers dipping in slightly with his cock to gather more silk before sliding out to finding her pearl as she chanted “oh fuck” over and over again as he worked the numb.

“Just one more for daddy”

Sy worked her clit fast not wanting to soften until she came again for him. She turned her face up toward his neck as she bit and licked at him while her pleasure begin to build before washing over her.

“Ohhhhhh fuck daddy!”

She yelled as her orgasm hit her so hard her cunt pushed out his semi hard cock. Her second orgasm causing the mess of both of them to leak out, making the mess on his cock and her thighs stickier, bigger, as her body shook.

They laid there exactly like that for a while while they gathers their breaths.

“Ya toes are cold woman” Sy scolded lightheartedly.

She sucked her teeth as she rolled her eyes before rolling on her back. Sy adjusted himself so that half of his body was covering hers as to not suffocate her with his weight, his right hip coming in contact with her slick and sensitive cunt. She bit back the moan that threatened to come out. Sy’s hands gripped the sides of her head, gathering her soft natural hair in his hands before resting his forehead on hers.

“Welcome home Captain” she said as her full lips kissed him softly, his mouth opened without hesitation, their tongues dancing that dance together while she started grinding her cunt on his hard body, her wetness smearing all over him as she felt the heat bubble in her stomach again.

“Welcome home indeed darlin”

BOOM

😩🤪 gimme please

[drakenology]

A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam​ for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty. 

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it. 

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed. 

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you. 

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies. 

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part 

He loved your breasts. 

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around 

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them. 

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them. 

Most of your hickies were all over them 

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got. 

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet. 

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B). 

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink. 

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill. 

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum. 

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth. 

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public. 

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is 

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast. 

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you. 

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience 

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him. 

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you. 

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh. 

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises 

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo. 

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact. 

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame. 

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you. 

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident. 

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

 he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much 

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times. 

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters. 

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you. 

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm. 

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body. 

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess” 

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard. 

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location 

anywhere, surprisingly. 

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat. 

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on. 

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage. 

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red. 

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No 

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point. 

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you. 

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag. 

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in. 

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two. 

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk 

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on. 

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans. 

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes. 

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did. 

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm. 

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim. 

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy. 

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless. 

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.” 

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo. 

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it. 

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.” 

U- Unfair 

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others. 

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner. 

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you 

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you. 

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy. 

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral. 

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay? 

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers. 

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there. 

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working. 

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW 

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye! 

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Could you do a little something with angel having a little girl and them just being best friends like this man LOVES his little baby 🥺🥺 like they “work” on his bike together or something

I just need some cute stuff rn ☺️🍓

“The' ya go, daddy”. Your little girl says excitedly after being asked for a tool and identifying it in a second. Angel is amazed of how smart she is with just five years. “Wha' is this fo'?”

“For the screws, baby”.

“Ya', I know. Bu', wha' happened?”

“Daddy ran over a bunch of nails because tío EZ isn't very intelligent as everybody thinks”. He hums pocking at her little nose, causing your baby to laugh.

She just sits there with her tiny arms around his father's huge bicep, watching him unbolt the tie to change it.

And she assists him with any tool your husband needs, cleaning her fingers on the t-shirt she's wearing when they get stained in grease.

Angel's favorite t-shirt.

When the new tie is on, he lies down on the ground of your garage, placing his little baby girl on his chest.

“Daddy”.

“Yeah, mi reina?”

“I wanna be a mechanic”.

Sitting up on his forearms, Angel looks at his daughter with both eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Why? I mean... you can be whateva' you want, but... didn't you wanna be veterinary and take care of doggies?”

“I wanna be like you, daddy”.

Fuck.

Angel sits up completely, embracing your baby between his strong arms against his chest, resting his head over her after covering it with proud and tender kisses. He's about to cry.

She's the purest person in the world.

The love of his life.

He loves you. Angel'd die for you, but his daughter? Sorry, she's on a higher level.

“Daddy loves you more than anything, dulcecito”.

a / n: do you hear me crying ?????

[bestiesenpai]

how many shots would it take for you to hook up with each jjk character

I wanna be stone cold sober when I fuck Gojo so I can use 100% of my brain power to critique his every move

I need 3 shots of patron for Toji cause he intimidating or whateva🙈

For Getou and Choso just one, just for a little oomph in my confidence to be with such sexy men

Nanami gets me as sober as I could possibly be(or if he wanna have drunk sex who am I to stop him?? I am just a hole!)

For Itadori none but I would need maybe 1 for Megumi just cause of how serious he is, it might throw me off a little

Maki, Mai and Nobara I wanna have nasty drunk sex with ngl

I feel like both Yuta and I would take a shot for our nerves😂

Hot girl Inumaki is driving the boat so literally as little or as many as he wants me to have

My baby daddy Naoya😮‍💨 I think wine drunk sex would be so good…

[ltuscter]

bit late but here we go! introducing: kim yisol, 27, surgical resident, also known as girl you see around the building looking half dead with the eyebags and extreme rbf and unbrushed hair the whole shabang. gonna try my best to iron out smaller details under the cut, but be sure to check out these links (about, bio) also! hmu for plots now, whenever! i’m almost always around.

first some quick but relevant center point hcs: 

things she’s lost: hair ties (x4234), hair clips (x348237), socks (toe socks, usually in bee or fruit print, a couple of sanrio characters), piercing studs, hospital badge, wired earphones, contact cases, bic lighters, pendant necklace (from mom, if found please return), underwear (lol)

vending machine if she got to it first: energy drinks, take your pick! iced coffee, doubleshots, anything caffeinated god please 

catch her climbing the stairs if she sees the elevator’s coming down from the 12th floor (🤮)

been going to the roof to smoke as of late as the staff’s been shady about how they can’t get the stench of nicotine off the walls of her apartment

quick recap:

lived in seoul all her life, went to a fancy undergrad and med school before matching with a residency program in ville city

smart, very smart, a total keener/nerd (doesn’t like being caught not knowing anything so, naturally, also Hates surprises)

chock full of daddy + abandonment issues :) s’what happens when pops dumps you for a new family folks! 

later did reconcile with dad (they live in ville city) but it’s not really the same anymore is it?

has a twin @sinlim but they’re barely speaking rn lmao 

generally very work focused, literally slept in the hospital all last year but now that she’s a 2nd year she’s chilling a bit more

sprung for a serviced apartment bc she’s bit of a slob tbh 100% the comes home tired and lazy and sheds her clothes all over the floor like a snake type ((also why she keeps losing articles of clothing))

petty petty petty, absolute grudge holder, all about getting even and doesn’t forgive easy (i.e. outed her twin when he stole her boyfriend in hs)

following up on that, only interested in older guys (once again we ref daddy issues + her brother 2 for 2 sleeping with anyone she dated in her age range 🙃)

^ hasn’t dated seriously since college, claims she has no time but also she has trust issues after being cheated on twice now 

looks unapproachable but is... kinda unapproachable (not particularly bitchy/nasty just perpetually cranky) but overall socializes just fine, isn’t particularly eager to bond with anyone on a closer level

the ride or die type though :( lets be friends folks

wanted:

someone please give me a hospital gang it’s all i want T_T 

^ also work wife/best friend pls must be hospital staff bc she has like no time for anyone else outside of it rip

former friends from when they were kids (idk really want a ‘my mom told me we can’t hang out anymore bc ur dumb’ type beat- real playground grudges that they’ll keep for the rest of their lives) 

friends but not really friends she’s bad at keeping in touch ok feel free to @ her abt it

ex fling she backed off of bc it started touching intimate and she has #issues

casual hookups whateva! yk how it goes

half brother hmu pleaseeeeeee :) 

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉  skz with pregnant!reader 

bangchan x reader | first part of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & a tinge of angst

↬ warnings; pregnancy, birth, talk of vomiting, and lots of cursin

↬ notes; fuck i love bangchan sm and im excited dis the first part of daddy!skz o whateva

from the moment he knew, he honestly was scared at first and just wanted to pretend like he wasn’t going to be a father

he needed time to evaluate it all, he was honestly confused and scared, he was nervous and doubtful of his parenting skills and providing eighteen years + many years after for his child

u were nervousssss as helllllllllllllll to tell him what was up

“well, i’m- y’know- baby?” you tried to get out, ur words were hella scrambled and he was confused before he came to the realization of what you meant 

silence which is vv concerning 

u knew this was a shot in the dark sorta, u two weren’t even public on the relationship let alone public about a pregnancy?

u guys ended up taking a break for about a month, really not knowing what to say to each-other

u two were afraid, which was normal, u just rly didn’t expect it from chan of all people to walk away from u

anybody else u could expect,, but this?? this was unlike him & u were more scared by that

he wound up at your place, box in hands

(u were kinda at ur breaking point bc u thought he was returning ur things)

(newsflash it was his stuff)

“i’m sorry, i just— being a father? being a parent, i don’t.. i don’t know anything about it, but nobody does when they become one. so, i’m gonna figure it out with you.”

going through the first sonograms w him & crying a lot while u two talked about the future

ur hormones r going to be the death of chan

u are 0-100 holy mooolyy

hes very careful with his choice of words and how he delivers them, not wanting to upset you

chans first present for the baby is a kangaroo, with a matching little joey 🥺

he also is surprisingly a very big fan of kanga from winnie the pooh, which he buys winnie the pooh stuff for the baby JSJSJSJSJJS just bc kanga & roo remind him of u n the baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i rly need to stop)

u were a lil big, having a cute big bump to pair with ur pregnancy, the inevitable announcement was needed to happen if u were ever going to step outside again

chan rly didnt want to announce it bc he didnt know what peoples reactions would be :(

he knew he was only twenty-seven so some people might think it was a bit too early to have kids, but he thought it was perfect the way it was

u guys hid it until u couldn’t, sparking little rumors of ur pregnancy but u both decided not to confirm them

chan obsessing and literally worshipping you in your third trimester

u in his shirts? he was fuckin over

kisses and cuddling all the time, no matter how tired u were or he was, u two would either fall asleep while doing so or lay there for awhile before u were like

“ok i gotta pee, help me up!!”

no but frfr this baby was torturing u the last stretch of ur pregnancy

it seemed that anything u ate either made u throw up or gave u heartburn

ur stretchmarks were getting worse & it seemed like u were getting bigger everyday

u were very insecure the last months, just cause a lot of comments were talking about a bit of weight gain in ur face, which fuck,, u would never be hurt by some comments but with ur hormones and KNOWING u have put on weight, u rly didn’t feel the same

ofc chan knows whats up and hes there to tell u some r e a l s h i t

“okay, yes. you have put on weight, but you’re pregnant. that’s the good thing about it, you’re healthy okay? whether you had a small bump and no extra weight put on or a big bump and extra weight put on, you are carrying a baby. you can lose the weight when it’s over, right? you don’t need to feel this way, okay? i’m the only one who you should listen to about your appearance, i’m here to tell you the truth. you are beautiful. you are the morher of my child, that’s what you are. you’re not ugly, or fat, you’re not anything bullshit that people say to you.”

when u started crying, chan panicked

“nononononoono, don’t cry baby!”

his arms were wrapped around you so tightly, feeling your face pressed against his shoulder and your arms around his neck

“i love you.” u would be rly quiet and his heart would break at the sound but ur i love you, he just— it was so real and he’d never felt like this before

“love u too.” he’d say that shit so proudly and kiss the TOP OF UR HEAD SO SOFTLY 🥺🥺🥺

when u finally went into labor, u were like wow this hurts a F U CK TOO NNN

u woke up to the bedsheets soaked underneath u, pins n needles were all u could feel

u kinda sat there for ten minutes, scaring urself n making urself nervous when u started doubting yourself and feeling the pain become stronger

ur hands were s hh aa kkyy

u would tap chan so softly and feel a little frustrated he didnt wake up but like how tf was he supposed to feel that 😳

u kinda started crying now because u were STRESSED and him not waking up (no shit ur little tap wasnt gonna work but) it felt like he was gonna sleep forever

so ur hands pressed on chan’s shoulders, shaking them a little bit and letting out a,

“chris?” which ur voice was quiet as hell, shaky as hell, and wavering as you whispered to him

him opening his eyes to see your teary ones n hes just so sad that his heart drops 🥺

he never wakes up quicker though and hes sitting up fast as fuck

“what? what’s wrong?”

ur literally sobbing and hes freaked out by this because u have never cried like this

he kinda just wants to go back to bed since ur just crying but he knows smth is probably wrong because ur SOBBING so

“my water broke.”

now its his turn to be nervous cause fuck he is feeling so unprepared

he said fuck shoes on u, slipping u into his own clothes and helping u into the car so u two could go

did i forget to mention the hospital was an hour away 😳

he wants to pull over hearing u whine n grip his hand, noticing ur quietness and ur little mumbles everytime u rest ur head back after a contraction

he doesn’t give a fuck, he will carry u into the hospital and then put u in a wheelchair from the entrance so u don’t have to walk

u have a feeling maybe hes more nervous than u but atm ur fuckin close to losing it over the pain

u two are settled into a room, epidural done and just trying to make u comfortable now

u were seven centimeters which u still had to wait but u both knew u were close to meeting ur baby

when u are at ten centimeters though, chan is just a ball of tears and he’s just so proud of you

your hand was in his the whole time, chan’s lips near ur ear and he’s just whispering for u to concentrate on him and how much u wanna meet the baby

“i—i can’t do it!” 🥺🥺

you were honestly so drained and ur forehead was laced with sweat, ur hands sweaty and shaking in his own from being nervous and slowly becoming weaker as u put ur strength into pushing

“baby, you are probably what? three pushes, maybe you can cut it to one and a half. alright? you can do this baby, we’re so close to meeting our baby.”

that’s all u needed n chan knew it

surprise surprise,, chan was right about one and a half

“it’s a boy!!” which chan would press his lips to yours so quickly, u two crying and letting out watery laughs as your baby boy cried 🥺

he hasn’t felt this much pride and love since debut or releasing an album or tour, he couldn’t express how gifted he was to have deserved the gift of being a father

ofc they introduce you both to kangaroo care, chan so ready to take off his shirt and feel his baby boy’s skin against his own warm skin and he did so

then it was ur turn to hold him the same way, chan asking u if he could pull down ur gown so u could hold him like he did

that was the picture he needed, snapping it and getting you holding the baby against your naked (ofc ur gown was covering ur breasts) chest, your son sleeping soundly with his hands pressed against you

u two were parents now, u both had learned about pregnancy together and now u two were going to explore parenthood together

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[youare-mysonshine]

toxic || oscar diaz

(gif is not mine. credit to owner♥️)

Summary: reader and Oscar share a daughter together, and their relationship is complicated.

Requested: yes.

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Warnings: cussing, cheating, fighting, a lil smut (18+), angst lmao

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I am sorry I’m such a weak bitch. Enjoy or whateva lmao major toxic!Oscar YIKES don’t hate me lol another good song that goes with this is killing you by asking alexandria.

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Damn right, we take turns being’ grown

I get real accountable when I’m alone

I get real about it al when I’m alone

It’s so crazy missin’ you when I get on

Don Julio made me a fool for you

And now I might hit your phone up with that ra-ra-ra

Missin’ my da-da-da, missin’ that ah-ah-ah

All of this love is toxic

All of this love is toxic

All these kisses and hugs is knock shit

You a damn drug, you’re toxic

You and Oscar had been together, on and off, for a few years now. The two of you had met back in high school, back when he was starting to stray and head more into the gang life. From the moment you two had met, you had caught his eyes and he had caught yours.

Maybe it was his smooth way with words, maybe it was the fact that you knew he was no good and you seemed drawn to that even more, but the two of you started talking and pretty soon, you were dating. People didn’t understand it, especially when he finally gave up on his academics and became fully immersed in being a Santo. Your family did not approve of your relationship whatsoever, they didn’t like it and they let you know. They saw his tattoos, the way he dressed, who he hung around and they didn’t like him.

People warned you to stay away from him, to stay away from the Santos but you didn’t listen. You were in love and when you’re in love, everything else goes out the window.

“Mommy, I miss daddy and tio. When are we gonna live with them again?” Your daughter came bounding into the room looking at you with those big brown eyes that were entirely her daddy’s. She had Oscar’s eyes. His dark curly hair, but she had your smile.

You had gotten pregnant with your daughter during your final year of high school. You were 18 and terrified - you didn’t know a thing about raising a baby, you didn’t even know if Oscar wanted a baby. He was busy raising his brother Cesar, busy moving up the ranks in the Santos, you thought that there was no way he’d want it. Hell, at the time you didn’t even know if you wanted to keep it either.

Telling your family was one of the scariest moments of your life. Your mother was disappointed, your father was livid. Furious. Suddenly you were an example to your siblings of what n o t to do. Telling Oscar, that was just as nerve-racking but he had taken it better than you anticipated. He was just as nervous as you but he told you he wanted you to keep that baby, he wanted to be a father. He wanted to have a family with you. During your pregnancy, he started running with the Santos more, earning money that you’d need to help support the baby, as well as money to keep himself and Cesar afloat.

Nine months later, your beautiful baby girl came into the world kicking and scream with a head full of dark curls like her daddy once had before he shaved it off. You still remembered the moment that Oscar first saw her, the first time he held her, the first time he placed her on his chest. He looked at her with such love in his eyes. A love that couldn’t be replaced or replicated by absolutely anyone. That was when you fell even more in love with him.

But it was also when the trouble had started.

Oscar was an incredible father. He helped you so much with your little girl but it was like your relationship had become strained. With him getting deeper into the gang, your worry increased and you often fought about how one day he’d come home seriously injured, or how he wouldn’t come home at all. He’d tell you he was doing all of that to ensure you, Y/D/N and Cesar had everything you needed.

It was two years later when the cops burst through the front door of the house - you were sitting in the living room with your two year old, and Cesar. The cartoons were on, but the baby wasn’t paying attention, she was too busy laughing at the funny faces her Tio Cesar was making at her. Cops rushed into the house and all you could remember was holding your crying and wailing daughter in your arms, hugging a crying Cesar, as they arrested Oscar.

Eight years. Oscar was sentenced to eight years in prison and you suddenly found yourself raising your daughter alone, raising his brother because there was not a chance in hell that you’d let him fend for himself.

You’d visit Oscar as much as you could - the drives up to Corcoran were pretty long but you always went because you wanted to see him, even if it killed you only being able to see him behind thick glass. Only being able to talk to him through a phone. You’d took your daughter too, and Cesar. But that never made anything easier. It only made things harder because your daughter would constantly look around for her daddy, she’d expect for him to come home. And eventually, he did come home.

Oscar got out after four years for good behavior and you couldn’t have been more excited and nervous. Your daughter was six by now and she was completely attached at the hip to her dad. But the strain on your relationship with Oscar didn’t go away.

It was about a few weeks into him being home and you had seen a message from some girl on his phone talking about how she couldn’t wait to see him again. How she missed him. Naturally you were pissed. It had all led to a big fight between the two of you and you finally broke things off with Oscar. You packed some of your stuff up and you moved into your parent’s home with your daughter. But you hated it because no matter what, you two shared a daughter, and you knew that she knew something wasn’t right. She had just become accustomed to seeing Oscar again everyday, living with him everyday but now you felt like you had snatched that away from her and you felt guilty. And you missed him too. You hated it but you missed him too.

You patted the spot on your bed and your daughter climbed up, laying beside you. You pulled her in to your arms and hugged her close. “I don’t know, baby. I.. I don’t know.” You said, sighing. “Sometimes kids have mommies and daddies that don’t live together anymore. Kinda like me and your dad. But that doesn’t mean that you won’t ever see them again. That doesn’t mean that your daddy doesn’t love you anymore.”

Later that night after you had gotten your daughter to bed, you were laying down, your phone in your hands. The screen was on and it was on Oscar’s contact. Your thumb was hovering just a little above the green phone button. After a few seconds of silent contemplation, you finally called and brought the phone up to your ear. Oscar picked up at around the second or third ring.

“Hey mama.” His deep voice said to you, and you hated the way your heart leaped in your chest, the way those all too familiar butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Hey Oscar.” You said softly, turning on your side and looking out the window. The moonlight was the only light. “Your daughter misses you.” You said to him.

“I miss baby girl too.” He said. “I miss you too, Y/N.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. But deep down, you could feel that hope brewing in the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah right. I’m sure you did.” You said, sarcasm dripping in your tone. “What with all the other bitches that you’re talking to.”

“Mamas, I’m not talking to anyone, alright. I fucking miss you and Y/D/N. I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up. I know I did. Pero, come home.” You stayed silent. “Come on, don’t you wanna come home? I miss waking up next to you. I miss kissing you. Te extraño bebecita.”

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The next day, you had gathered up your clothes and your belongings, making sure you were packed up. You had gotten your daughters stuffed packed as well. After your talk with Oscar the previous night, you had decided to move back into the house with him and Cesar, you had decided to give it another try because you really did want to make it work. Not only for you but for your daughter. You wanted her to have both of her parents.

Once you and your daughter were ready, you hopped into your car with all your stuff and drove the short distance to Oscar’s house. He was sitting out front with some of the homies, including Cesar. Your little girl quickly unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and jumped out.

“Daddy!” She ran as fast she could straight into his arms and he laughed, wrapping his arms around her. You got out of the car, not quite with as much enthusiasm as your daughter, but the smile on your face could light up an entire room. An entire building.

“Hey pretty girl.” He greeted, kissing the top of her head. The thing you absolutely adored was that your daughter had gotten her father’s dimples. The tall Santo stood up, holding his big girl in his arms. He walked over to you, giving you that lopsided little smile that had you falling for him the moment you met him. “Hey mama.” He said to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips and you instinctively kissed back, melting into it. You missed him. You really did.

“Ew, daddy. Cochino!” You and Oscar both pulled away, that grin on his face as he looked at your daughter.

“Who you calling cochino, mocosa?” Your little girl began giggling and laughing uncontrollably as Oscar began tickling her. All you could do was watch with a smile on your face and your heart full of love.

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“Okay, I don’t understand what the big fucking deal is, Oscar. So you can talk to other bitches but when some guys looks at me, when some guys says hi to me, that’s a problem?”

You and Oscar had gone to a Santos party, your daughter having stayed at the house with Cesar. The night had started off great. You and Oscar were drinking, laughing, dancing together. It was a fun night. But it had all changed up when one of the Santos, one of the newly jumped in Santos, had spoken to you.

He had greeted you, saying hi to you, and you weren’t a rude person, obviously you weren’t gonna just ignore him. But Oscar had gotten upset and you truly didn’t know why, and all it had done was start yet another fight between the two of you. All it had done was ruin the mood. The two of you were currently in his car, tension thick.

“It’s a problem when they’re fucking flirting with you and you’re entertaining that bullshit. Nena, you can’t tell me that you didn’t know.” You could tell Oscar was frustrated and he was only growing increasingly more frustrated. You felt the same way, your heart rate spiking just from pure anger alone.

“Oscar, he was not flirting with me! Why are you being so fucking stubborn dude! Shit, we can’t even have one good night together because you always come up with some outta pocket shit. I forgave you, I came back to you even after I seen those text messages on your phone from that one bitch. I shouldn’t have even done that. Fuck all of this.” You said, shaking your head.

“Oh so it’s like that? Fuck this? Fuck me?” Oscar asked.

“Yeah, fuck you. Fuck you for trying to start shit.” The impala pulled into the driveway of the house and you waited not a single second before you were climbing out, slamming the passenger door shut with such a force you knew it’d piss Oscar off.

“Chill the fuck out!” Oscar exclaimed. “If you’re so fucking arrepentida about getting back with me, then get the fuck out. Go back with your hating ass parents.”

You heard the front door briefly open, followed by a voice. “Umm.. what’s goin’ on?” You heard Cesar ask, just barely walking through the threshold. You sighed, embarrassed that Cesar had seen and heard.

“Cesar, is she awake?” You asked. The young teen shook his head.

“She just fell asleep.” You nodded and began walking up the steps, away from Oscar.

“I’m gonna pack my shit up and I’m gonna leave. I’m gonna leave her here tonight because I don’t wanna wake her up. I’m gonna go back with my ‘hating ass parents’ and don’t even fucking think about calling me or texting me unless it has something to do with Y/D/N.”

Uh, all the sex on replay

Run it back like a DJ

Surfing’ on your face while you eat that

Tryna make a bad bitch behave, no

I was this way for you

Put the pussy away for you

Thinkin’ I would wait for you

And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you

And now I might hit your phone up with that ra-ra-ra

Missin’ my da-da-da, missin’ that ah-ah-ah

And all of this love is toxic

All of this love is toxic

All these kisses and hugs is knock shit

You a damn drug, you’re toxic

“Just like that. Oh god, don’t stop Oscar. Don’t stop.” You moaned, fingernails raking down Oscar’s back, slightly digging into his skin. The tattooed Santo jack hammered in and out of you, your body absolutely on fire with nothing but pleasure.

“You like that, mamas? You like the way this dick feels?” Oscar groaned in your ear, looking down at you with those devious eyes, that little smirk on his handsome face. You nodded, your face twisted up in pleasure.

You hadn’t anticipated on ending in the situation that you were in. After you and Oscar had broken up for what seemed like the hundredth time, it had been like that for about a week or so. The only times you two saw each other were for your daughter, when you dropped her off so she could be with him, etc etc.

During one drop off, Oscar had grabbed your hand and told you he wanted to talk to you. He had pulled you inside the and he had apologized, telling you that he missed you, that he wanted you back with him, you and your daughter. You could never say no. Not to Oscar, no matter what.

You were weak when it came to Oscar and he knew it. You knew it too but you chose to ignore the little voice in your head telling you that you didn’t deserve the way he treated you. That you didn’t deserve all this back and forth. Your daughter certainly didn’t deserve it. But Oscar was your first love. You couldn’t let go. You didn’t want to let go. It was either you calling him and giving in, or it was him apologizing to you and you giving in. Oscar was a drug and you were addicted. The relationship was killing you, hurting you, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was that rush that you felt when you were together, that love.

“Y-Yes, yes I love it, don’t stop baby.. fuck fuck fuck..” That tight coil began to unfurl, your body began to lightly shake and you knew that you were about to cum and Oscar knew it too. Licking his thumb, he brought his hand down between your legs where he rubbed at your clit. You cried out, writhing underneath him. Your orgasm hit you like a train and you couldn’t stop the way you gushed around him.

Oscar groaned, feeling your tights walls squeeze him like a vice. But he didn’t falter. He helped you ride out your orgasm until his own finally got to him. His hips faltered, stuttered, until finally he came to a complete stop, emptying every last drop of his cum inside of you before pulling out, laying down beside you on the messy bed.

The both of you were slightly slightly, panting and breathless but you didn’t care. You cuddled up beside him, resting your head on his chest, fingers gently tracing over the tattoo he had of your’s daughter’s name right above his heart. He had gotten it right after she was born, telling you that no matter where he was, she’d always be close. You loved it.

“Let’s have another one.” Oscar spoke up after a few minutes of you two trying to regain your breath, of you tracing that beautiful cursive ink on his chest. You raised your eyes, lifting your head up to look up at him.

“Another what?” You asked.

“Another kid, mami.” He spoke, reaching over the bedside table to grab his red bull, taking a drink from it. You scoffed, an amused smile on your lips.

“You want another baby?” You asked. The topic of having another child with Oscar hadn’t really come up. With the hectic life you both lived, you didn’t think he’d want another one. Yet still, that hope once again began to grow inside of you.

“Yeah, I want another kid. With you. Baby girl was telling me the other day how she wants a sibling. She said she wants a baby sister.” Oscar chuckled. You smiled, biting the bottom of your lip as you pondered the idea.. You did want another baby. You wanted your daughter to have a sibling. Your mind began to wander, thinking about being pregnant again - feeling those little kicks and movements you loved so much. Feeling the way Oscar would rub your belly, talk to your child. You began to think about if you had a son. A little boy who looked just like his daddy.

“Okay.” You answered. Oscar looked down at your, raising a perfectly arched brow as you agreed.

“Yeah? You want another kid?” He asked, a smile growing on his face. You nodded, smiling along with him, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah. I want another kid, with you. I want baby girl to have a sibling too.” You answered. “I just have to stop taking my birth control.. but, yeah. Let’s have another kid.”

Problematic

You know that dick always been problematic

Somehow I’m always caught in your dramatics

All in your acrobatics

You know I want the static

Tell me to throw it backwards, uh

And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you

And I still hit your phone up with that ra-ra-ra

Missin’ my da-da-da, missin’ that ah-ah-ah

All of this love is toxic

All of this love is toxic

All these kisses and hugs is knock shit

You a damn drug, you’re toxic

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that it isn’t true, Oscar. Please. Tell me.”

Just when you thought that your relationship with Oscar was finally back on the right track, all those hopes went right out the window. You were at your wits end. Your heart couldn’t take anymore. You were done. You were tired.

You and Oscar had been watching a movie, enjoying some time alone together - your daughter had gone to get some ice cream with Monse and Cesar - leaving the two of you alone. The day was going good until Oscar’s phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number. He had gotten up to go and use the bathroom so he didn’t hear his phone, and you couldn’t stop the curiosity. And you know what they say; curiosity killed the cat.

What you had seen on his phone absolutely shattered you. Absolutely broke your heart a million times over.

Explicit messages, pictures, videos. All of them from that same girl that you had caught him messaging the first time around. But now, there was no doubt in your mind that Oscar had done something with her. You didn’t want to believe it at first. You wanted to believe that he wouldn’t do that, that he wouldn’t disrespect you like that but you had the proof right in front of you. How could you dispute the facts? As soon as Oscar had walked back into the living room and seen you with his phone, that heartbroken expression on your face, he knew. He knew that you knew.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?”

“I want you to fucking tell me that this isn’t true. That you didn’t cheat on me.” You exclaimed, tears blurring your vision. “Tell me you didn’t, Oscar.” You pleaded, your voice breaking. The tattooed Santo clenched his jaw, looking away from you and you broke down. You dropped his phone down on the table and buried your face in your hands.

“See, the fucked up thing is that I had a feeling. I had a feeling and I ignored it because I didn’t want it to be true.” You spoke through your tears. All those memories, all those years together had gone right out the window. Oscar had thrown everything in the fucking trash. “After all the shit you put me through, I stayed, Oscar. I stayed with you and this is what you do?” You looked up at him, tears falling freely down your cheeks, wetting your skin.

“I fucked up, Y/N. It was just one-“

“No. No, I fucked up. Because I kept coming back to you after you disrespected me time and time again.” You stood up, running a hand through your hair. “I’m the mother of your child, Oscar. And you still disrespected me like that? That’s what I get for giving birth to your daughter? For raising her? For holding shit down while you were locked up? I was there, Oscar! Me!” You yelled, letting out all that anger and sadness you had inside. “I was there for you when you were in prison. I visited you. I took care of your daughter, I took care of Cesar. If I was some other bitch, I could’ve taken her and I could’ve left. Tell me, is that bitch that you’ve been fucking gonna be there for you if you get locked up again? Is she gonna take care of Cesar? Send you money? Drive hours just to see you for like one hour?”

“Baby-“

“Stop. Don’t call me that. Not anymore. I can’t keep doing this with you Oscar. I can’t. I’m done. I don’t want to fight anymore, I don’t want to be hurt anymore. I tried and I tried to make shit work for Y/D/N. For us. But.. we’re not good together anymore. I let myself be treated like shit. Our daughter doesn’t deserve all this back and forth. She doesn’t deserve that. I love you and I know that I always will but I’m tired. I need this to stop. If you want to fuck around with other bitches, fine. But I’m not gonna let you disrespect me anymore. I deserve more than that.”

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