#amor imagines drabble

[all444miles]

— VAMP LOVE

— paring: e42!miles x fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: halloween was just across the block, so why not start early and practice makeup on your boyfriend?

— a/n: YO WE SO CLOSE TO 1K AHH?? ilyasm ty !! also can we just imagine miles 42 w vamp makeup n blond braids/barrel braids for a sec.. 🤭🤭 this is kinda short bc im so sleepy but mostly this drabble is a bday gift to my pookie bestie aizie, so as long as she enjoys it idc + i hope you enjoy this when ya read it ! mwah, enjoyyy (*≧▽≦)

“MILES, QUIT MOVIN’, YOU’LL MESS UP THE FACE PAINT.”

it was the first day of october, and halloween wasn’t too far away, by your standards. And of course, a carti lover like yourself, decided to have a vamp theme. It just so happened that Miles suited that theme perfectly.

And that’s why you were on your boyfriend’s lap, makeup supplies on your counter, carefully applying black eyeliner around his eyes, Long Time Intro by Playboi Carti playing through the speakers placed in the corner of your room.

“I gotta blink, amor. Plus I cant really keep a straight face if you got your eyes on me like that.” he protested, trying his best to keep a straight face. “How do I look so far?”

“Trust the process, Miles! You look good, just lemme finish this oneee part then I’m done.” there wasn’t one part left. For you, you wanted to make sure everything looked right. Your lover, Miles, on the other hand, was eager to see the outcome. He just didn’t realise how tedious it was.

“Maa, ¿lo hiciste? He estado sentado en esta silla durante años, lo juro.” (Maa, you done? I’ve been sitting on this chair for ages, I swear.) Miles asked, practically almost falling asleep because of how slow you were doing his makeup.

You chuckled. “Miles, you’re so impatient, beauty takes timeee. I’m almost done, for real.”

After 5 minutes, you were actually done. You got off his lap, giddily grabbing a mirror to show him the result of your hard work. “It’s done! Do you like it?”

Miles looked into the mirror, turning to his side to see how it looked from different angles. A small smile grew on his face, “Wow, princesa, this looks fire. I love it, that long ass wait was worth it.”

You grinned at his compliment, pulling out your phone to take a picture of him so you could look at it later. Miles was not a fan of pictures, but for this occasion, he didn’t mind all too much. He walked closer to and gave you a kiss a the forehead, the stain leaving a mark.

“Do i gotta take this off? Because I kind of wanna keep this on.”

“Keep it on! I need to remember this moment for as long as possible.”

“You just think I look fine, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

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[wandagcre]

Hii! How you doing?

I just read your drabble about mob!Sam reaction to reader asking for a divorce.

Could you do one were reader thinks the only way of getting away from Sam is being dead so she tries to k!lol herself and Sam finds her and she gets really scare because she might lose the love of her life, so after that she does everything to be a better wife for reader

if i break | sam carpenter 🔞

(Mob!Boss Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

You didn't know how much those four words would affect the following days for you and Sam. With your deteriorating mental state, Sam's punishment, and out of control aggressiveness, you're backed up in the corner, completely stuck.

WARNING: making out, suggestive content, groping, spanking, mild torture, conditioning, self-harm, suicide attempt Words: 2.5k Note: you can read this as a stand-alone bc it's an alternative scenario to the drive you mad series but those previous parts can give u better context! reminder to not actually put yourselves in this situation guys this is all (an unhealthy) fantasy

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One would say you shouldn't be ungrateful—a roof over your head, jewelry and clothing that could solve a block's poor demise instantly, and a food to eat on your plate is the least of your worries. There's acres of space, just for you and your wife.

Sam provides everything imaginable to your heart's desire.

Yet, you feel yourself wither each day.

You've been punished by Sam that very day, when you courageously asked her for a divorce. You felt ridiculed for a short and humerous answer of the woman whom you've loved for a while. But even that couldn't sustain the foundation you built with Sam alone.

That same night, you found yourself being spanked and manhandled by the woman.

You've overheard of her tone and voice, the calculation in her cruel words  — how it roared affirmative and certain to follow through as she planned despite the protests by some of her inner circle, sometimes including her own right hand and sister, Tara, made your wife sound as though she's detached from humanity.

You regret learning an ounce from that day. You couldn't believe how you let yourself be in this sick charade, laying down beside this woman whom you once adored.

So, when Sam came home as usual, with her loosened tie and undone earrings, the thick tension resurfaced once again.

But she deeply craved your touch much as you do.

Although you obliged, knowing where it was headed from the start, you were blinded. After all there was an undeniable spark that you knew wouldn't easily go away with Sam's affection and the skill she had to pleasure you. You straddled Sam as your thumb caressed her baby hair, her soft kneading on your ass that only grew rough and sliding over your shorts to feel it bare as her kisses became needy and almost bruising.

What you didn't know was how Sam felt you were giving in as though it was a parting gift to her. The thought riled her up to an increasing madness.

She flipped you over, hovering beneath you and pushed your head against the soft mattress. It made you yelp at the force she exuded.

"I fought so hard to have you, amor!" Sam's frustrated voice roared in the master's bedroom, tears welling up your eyes. "What makes you think I'll let you get away this time? Maybe you're not bright enough if you think I would sign divorce papers from you," she angrily spat.

You felt so small. It was beyond suffocating as Sam and the way her fingers dug in your scalp as she pressed you down while within her grasp felt nothing more but terrifying.

"I-I don't feel good. Not for a while now, Sam." You admit, words slurring in your contorted mouth.

Sam gave you a mocking grin. "And I didn't wish to be this rough on you, sweetheart. But you've left me with no choice,"

She gave you a good spanking until the flesh of your ass was tender and stinging. By the end of it, you were sniffling and in tears. Sam didn't bother putting back your underwear, it was nothing but humiliating. She swiftly carries your weight like you're featherlight, your body slung over her shoulder. Your vision is upside down and you began to wail in protest, cold sweat ran through your body.

You didn't trust how Sam was handling you — this woman that stood before you didn't hold remorse nor familiarity and warmth you knew. Sam was akin to that first night she had you handcuffed. True enough, it was history repeating itself as you found yourself dropped in a smaller bed, enough to fit one, worst was how bits of it felt like an exposed space, sealing your deal in this prison-like room.

It was dowright ridiculous.

Sam firmly held you by the wrist, against the metal headboard. The clanking was continuous, you look up through your blurry vision, tears not stopping, you're cuffed.

"We go by a reward system here, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll keep you fed. That is if — a big if — you won't lash out. All you have to say is you won't bring up a silly thing as divorce ever again." Sam patted your cheek, "Of course, you need to prove it by actions too. You're monitored. I'll be the judge of that." She motions over the camera at the corner of the room.

You wipe your nose, sniffling. "Isn't this too over the top?"

"Better vicinity, is all I'm going to say." Sam clicks her tongue, her body above you and one of her hands intimately placed on your bare stomach where your night gown slightly ridden up.

You had no phone inside, even the use of television was needed to be earned. Naturally, the almost empty space made you think a lot. It was few hours before you were freed from the cuffs.

It brought more realization that you were being isolated, completely tucked away from the existing relationships you've built with your friends. It happened slow and deliberate, that you found yourself hopeless to Sam's doings. Maybe she was even behind the unjustified killings from years ago, at your little town. Hell, maybe you were in denial all these time that Sam conjured on eliminating your mother figure from work, too.

You wouldn't be surprised anymore but the thought makes you retch.

The first few days was tough. You cried until you became exhausted. Soon it was futile and useless. You tried protesting by not eating at all, wondering what starvation will bring, only to be intervened by Sam herself. She kept you fed and bathed you, that you felt disgusted. Sam wasn't worthy to see your vulnerable state.

Sometimes, you rebelled against the trained women she sent in — at times where Sam couldn't make an exception to personally accommodate you. They let you angrily punch them, never fighting back, which made you smaller and invisible. These trained guards were obligated to report to Sam and so your punishment was still made.

You even tried memorizing the room. Attempting to knock at the walls to see if it had a weak spot, scanning as much as you can. Albeit, the windows itself were also useless. You should have known better that Sam would kept it close and bulletproof.

The depravation soon kicked in. You're conditioned at the reward she gave you that even a simple few hours of watching television made you a little bit at ease. Anything that came from outside world, you soaked it up. Nonetheless, you were treated like a pet.

But it didn't change your state, life still being sucked out of your very body.

One night, Sam was scrubbing your back clean as you sat at the bathtub. It was filled with silence, with occasional comments from Sam from the outside. She acted like everything was normal.

"Why are you doing this?" Was all you could say. You were tired.

The silence covered you two until you were in your towel, ready to dry off.

"This," Her index finger was in the middle of your chest. "Does not only beat for you, but a part of me as well." Sam continued, her voice tenuous and low. "You didn't know how your existence motivated me to survive that hell hole that my father sent me into. I need you back. I need my wife back. Isn't that all enough?"

"But what part of me do you need? Should I be stuck in that submissive and clueless, attending to your needs? Or did you want the girl that you left all those years?" You bravely confronted Sam, who was taken aback at your words.

At the end, you wouldn't take it all back. You wanted her to know—to fully simmer those thoughts.

You wanted to feel something and to end it all at the same time.

Sam had overlooked and underestimated your creativity. The cheap toilet was one of the things that was left unfinished for this spare room and it only took you to carry out its heavy lid, smashing the ceramic cover in pieces.

All you registered was the sharp piece against your soft skin, your knees that trembled and thudded against the hard floor. You feel your consciousness slipping, the fluttering of your eyes slow and uncontrable. Hopefully, to no return, you thought.

It was a blur, dreamless state. You were at peace for a while.

Though you had a small inkling that it won't last for long, you feel your mind waking up to consciousness. Your ears register the beeping of the electrocardiogram served as a white noise and your breathing sounded like it was contained. Opening your eyes, you see that you're tubed and one of your arms were infused with IV. You feel a gentle hold, on your unharmed forearm by Sam herself. She looked out of place, wearing your favorite cardigan as she slept soundly beside you.

When you moved and groaned, it stirred Sam to consciousness as well. You feel the fear brewing but it long vanished when your wife looked nothing but in complete distraught with tears spilling from her exhausted brown eyes — unlike you've ever seen before — temporarily stripped away from her cruelty and madness.

She held tighter on your forearm, but it was out of desperation and concern more than anything.

"You asked me and I never answered that day," Sam continued to sob. You see her physically restraining to hold all of you that it started to pain you. "I can't—I can never imagine being that stupid again. It could have been my last words and you suffered enough from me,"

"Sam... I could have asked better—" You protest as clarity hit you, but Sam's quivering lips halted you.

Your wife strongly shook her head in disagreement. "Nonsense. Let me finish, please. It was entirely my fault and mine alone for putting you in this situation and I never made myself much of safe space for you. But all I needed was everything you can offer. All of you, mi amor. I don't care if it was the girl I left, the one who changed, all I know is that I cannot do this life without you," She moves to bring your palm over her cheek. You feel Sam's fraught, her need to feel that you are tangible and beside her.

For a moment your anger and frustration with her had faded. It was a day full of crying, nonetheless.

Recovery was surprisingly better than you expected with Sam's improved presence around you. She was downright attentive to your needs, more than ever before. You need to pee? Sam was right by the door. You wanted to read or watch a movie? Sam could not care any less, she'll do work beside you, too. Most of the time, your wife would watch them with you, surprisingly even if she hates the genre. Were you craving for a specific food? Sam will go and get it for you.

You even joked that you wanted a foot massage but Sam took it seriously, immediately went to give you one.

"You know I'm not pregnant right?" You humorously told her. The way her head spun to your direction, flustered, had you uncontrollably smile.

Sam was taken aback. "W-What?"

"Don't you have work to do, whatever it is?"

"No. I can do them remotely, it's always been a flexible thing." I have my priorities sorted out much better now." Sam casually says. You've never seen her this carefree and it hit a pang of warmth and familiarity more than ever.

You nodded slowly. "Alright. But, can you stop acting like I'm fragile? I don't... I haven't thought of doing anything since then." The playfulness quickly faded from you.

You looked away and cannot help but glance over the healing wound on your forearm. You busied yourself with the film playing on screen. Sam opens her hand that was adjacent to your side, you don't fight the invitation and instead you make the move to hold it.

"I know you're not, mi amor. It's not that, it's just—" Sam sighed, though her eyes never left yours. "I don't want to spend remaining of my time with you by fighting or making you suffer ever again, even by the slightest just because I am greedy when it comes to you, amor. I want to make better memories, whether you choose to stay or not."

You don't reply and Sam was unchanging. All you knew is how it lifted a great weight on your shoulder.

You've never returned to the room where she kept you nor passed by the area. Interestingly enough, it was under construction again.

Days later, Sam remained at home. She didn't fail with the flowers and her gifts increasingly became thoughtful. It was between a new book of the genre you wanted, it could've been a trip to a place you mentioned. The most surprising so far was her first attempt of doing a crochet tulips for you.

It was a better sense of direction for the two of you. Sure you had needs, and the sexual tension and libido may have kicked in, but it felt like you were in a courting phase. It annoyed you sometimes, how your wife pranced in almost nothing and you were just to stare.

Though if you asked, Sam wouldn't hesitate to tell you—whether it was work, or something personal you've always been too shy or afraid to do so from the past. If you asked to burn the world, Sam would've handed you the gas and the lighter.

That's why you were taken aback during a particular rainy day, you perked up at the sound of the door and saw Sam who came back with nervous smile on her face and a new material on her other hand. She handed you a manila envelope and followed you as you took it and sat on one of the chairs at the dining area.

You curiously took it and opened it, your throat quickly dried, loss at words as you saw that it was the divorce papers you've been asking for. It made you suddenly stand up straight.

"It's only a choice up to you now. No dirty games from me, I swear on it." Sam made a sign of oath. You looked at her with the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "If you want, I can send you best of my men, back to your town for extra measure. Not to update me! Just because, well, you've been associated to me for quite some time." She rubbed her neck in what appears to be out of shame.

You incredulously looked at Sam's face. To be back from the life you have been taken away from, to reunite with people that you've missed... but it also meant being away from Sam and to no longer call her your wife—it felt sickening. You were coming around to closely forgiving her, to giving her another chance as she proved herself better than before. You doubt that this woman can actually hurt you again, after all.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you courageously grabbed Sam by the collar of her shirt. "Fuck you, Sam Loomis. Don't mess around like this."

"I'm not complaining, but I don't understand..." Sam murmured as you pushed the double door, leading her to the bed.

You two ended up catching on much needed passionate touches and sinful nights you've deeply missed with the woman. Your soul was ignited with each kiss Sam has left your neck, every touch had set you on fire. Funnily enough, the roles were reversed. You cannot be parted away from her, your arm slung and secure over her nape. What moved you the most was her kissing away the now-scarring form on your forearm.

The divorce papers? Somewhere lying on the floor, completely forgotten.

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[trash-king18]

miguelxpregnant!reader drabble

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im so sorry but i can just imagine miguel laying his head on his wife’s stomach as he often does to get her to play with his hair because he’s a big baby and after laying down for a second he shoots up looking like he can’t believe something just happened

“ay miguel wtf”

he just shushes you and puts his head back to your stomach and when he looks up at you he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face

“oh my god what is wrong with you”

“mi vida�� you’re pregnant”

“..what? no baby im not”

he looks like it’s christmas morning “yes cariño you are”

“how do you know” you’re assuming he was gonna say that he had a feeling

“i can hear it” you look at him like he’s gone insane

“hear what?”

“a heartbeat”

“uh yeah.. mine?”

he rolls his eyes “no.” his hands come to the sides of your waist and he just stares in wonder at your belly

“there’s another one. it’s small but it’s there”

“migs..” you place a hand on his face, you feel bad

“i know you want it to be true but i think i would know if i was over a month pregnant” (heartbeats develop around 35 days)

he just brings your hand down gently still smiling like a madman but then he looks at you very seriously “baby when was your last period”

you think about it for a second. you’ve been literally so wrapped up in work you hadn’t even noticed. your hand comes up to your mouth

“oh my god.”

he’s practically beaming at you but you.. just feel nauseous. “holy shit”

you spring up and run to the bathroom and lock yourself in. you hadn’t told him but you’d stashed a couple tests under the sink. you pulled every single one out and used all three.

he’s outside the bathroom door knocking repeatedly begging you to come out or let him in but you just sit on the floor too scared to look.

“bebe please come out”

“no”

“mi amor i will break this door down”

“don’t you dare”

you heard him sigh and slide down the wall to sit on the floor outside the door.

you wanted this. eventually. you were sure of it but you had expected it to be planned, you weren’t even off the pill yet.

your hands were trembling as you finally picked the test up and flipped the first one over.

and then the second

and then the third.

you sat on the floor a while longer to process. a few minutes later you finally open the door and his head turns to you, face full of concern. you put your hand on his shoulder so he doesn’t get up. you take a shaky breath and hand him the test

he takes it from your hand gently. his eyes widen as he reads it. he looks back up at you. your eyes are puffy you’d clearly been crying but before he can say something like “we have other options” “we don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready” (which is exactly what he was about to say)

you look at him dead serious and threaten “if you baby me or smother me or try to keep me from working i will make you wish you were never born” but he isn’t even listening he just throws the test aside and pulls you down into his arms. you feel his shoulders shudder slightly

“miggy are you crying?”

he sniffles and looks down as you tip his face up with your hands

“aww mi cielo why are you crying”

“i just never thought i’d get another chance”

you wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs gently.

“well i guess we’re gonna have six kids now”

“six?”

“yeah”

he rolls his eyes even as another tear sneaks it’s way down his cheek “the spider teens are not our children”

“really? because we’ve essentially adopted all five of em”

“speak for yourself”

“oh come on migs i know you love em, even hobie”

“no.”

“mmmhm. i think i’m gonna ask him to be the godfather oo or maybe peter b”

his voice is firm but his face is soft and his eyes are still staring at you like you’re a real life angel he shakes his head gently “you will do no such thing cariño”

“don’t tell me you were planning on asking lego spider man”

“i-“

“god the attachment you have to that piece of plastic is concerning”

“don’t disrespect him like that”

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the ending was not planned but it made me giggle and i hope you enjoyed

[thebestsetter]

MASTERLIST!!

☆ -> My favorite works

Various characters

• Drabbles

* I love my husband's bad days (fluff)

* I promise to find you in every timeline (fluff)

* Complementary colors (fluff) ☆

* Death doesn't fright him (hurt with comfort)

* Talking stage (angsty??)

* Boys don't cry (fluff)

Blue Lock

• Rin Itoshi

* Please, dedicate me a goal! (Hurt with comfort)

You really want your boyfriend Rin to dedicate a goal to you. However, he thinks that's unnecessary. Well, you'll have to prove him he's wrong.

* My girlfriend's little sibling (fluff, a little ""angst"")

Rin wishes he had a normal sibling relationship with his brother, Sae. Luckly, your little sibling won't have the same childhood as him.

* Happy halloween! (fluff)

Rin loves you. Therefore, he also loves one of your favorite holidays: halloween.

• Isagi yoichi

* Loser! Isagi (fluff) ☆

Just Isagi Yoichi being a loser when it comes to the girl he likes.

* Isagi with a s/o with thick thighs (fluff)

He loves your thighs. They're amazing, and the day he first slept on them will never be forgotten.

* First date syndrome (fluff) -> Can be read as a part 2 to the Loser! Isagi fic

Isagi's nervous for your guys first date. So, he asks for his friend's help. But was it really a good idea?

* Hair ties (fluff)

The whole world knows Isagi Yoichi's your boyfriend. And now, they wanna know more about how your relationship works and how he's a loser for you. And they discover that by your hair ties.

* Watch your mouth (in protective Isagi we trust🙏)

Isagi can't handle people talking bad about you. Not even a smug argentinian reporter.

• Michael Kaiser

* Se se morre de amor (fluff)

Kaiser tried to understand the meaning of love for a long time, but never managed to grasp it. That's until you came.

• Bachira Meguru

* Unlovable (hurt with comfort) ☆

Bachira used to think he was unlovable. That was until you came and proved him wrong.

• Barou Shohei

* The prettiest princess (fluff)

Barou loves his little sisters, even when they acted like little pricks sometimes. And even when they made him dress up like a princess right in front of you, the girl he likes.

• Otoya Eita

* Once a cheater, always a cheater (Idk the genre of this lol)

Otoya has never crushed on a girl before. He had flings, sure, but not a crush. So imagine his surprise when he started to crush on his neighbour. And imagine his face when he discovered she HATES cheaters. He's screwed.

• Hiori Yo

* Dear diary (angst, kinda a little very little yanderish???)

Hiori has never had someone to talk to. His whole life was spent every feeling up. So, he got a diary to write about everything. Little did he know that would be his ultimate desmise.

• Smaus

* Them talking about you with their friend (fluff, crack)

Part 1: Isagi Yoichi and Hiori Yo

Part 2: Reo Mikage and Bachira Meguru

Part 3: Karasu Tabito and Chigiri Hyoma

* You saying you love them and hanging up after (fluff, crack)

Part 1: Alexis Ness, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei

��� Various

* "Oh Mister Todd!" trend with the Blue Lock guys: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi, Bachira Meguru

Jujutsu Kaisen

• Inumaki Toge

* Undeserving (angst)

He doesn't deserve your love. You deserve someone who can speak to you. He can't do this to you. He can't be that selfish.

• Megumi Fushiguro

* Cafuné (fluff) ☆

Domestic stuff with Megumi when he's tired from a hard mission.

Haikyuu!!

• Kuroo Tetsuro

* Bad hair day (fluff)

Kuroo thought his hair problems were going to end once he grew up. Until your daughter came and proved him wrong.

• Atsumu Miya

* Hear me out! (fluff)

Everything was going fine. But then someone put Atsumu on a hear me out cake on a random tik tok and everything went downhill. Now, you needed to find a way to get your boyfriend to open the door and stop sulking - and fast!

Hopefully more to come!!!

About requests

[theres-a-body-here]

Thanacon's NSFW Imagines: Knights of The Lands Between (Part 1)

Alright scum fuckers. Yall already know ya boi Thanacon got yall with the spicy knight shit. If you like what you see, comment the knight you'd like to see a full fic/drabble for!!

Tree Sentinel:

Imagine being impaled on his cock as he nonchalantly rides his horse around Limgrave. You warm his cock as it stays still inside you

Imagine you begging for him to thrust, but he pays you no mind. Your tiny body clings to his massive frame and you whimper pathetically

Imagine him giving you a bit of reprieve by leading his horse to trot on rocky terrain, every bump and jolt drives his cock in a bit deeper

Imagine him casually riding by some soldiers of Godrick. You try to stifle your moans but he gives you a good thrust, causing your moans to slip out

Imagine him using his massive shield to hide you from their sights. He doesn't mind letting them hear you, but seeing you is just for him to enjoy

Imagine him taking you to a secluded grass field. He hops off his horse with his cock still inside you.

Imagine him laying down on the ground as you ride him. He wants you to be comfortable.

Imagine him finally start to thrust into you

Imagine him making no sound as he thrusts upwards into your heat

Imagine him gripping your hips tightly, guaranteed to bruise in the morning

Imagine his head falling back onto the ground as he increases his speed

Imagine a low growl being your only warning before he cums inside you, painting your insides white

Tanith's Crucible Knight:

Imagine asking Tanith for an alternative reward, an afternoon with her Knight. She accepts since you've been the most exemplary of the Volcano Manor

Imagine him stiffening up when he hears your proposal, and then shiver when he hears Tanith agree

Imagine getting ready and arriving to one of the Manor chambers.

Imagine seeing him on the bed, still in his amor

Imagine him trembling slightly as you approach eagerly

Imagine removing only his codpiece and palming his massive member through his undergarments

Imagine him letting out a low groan as his hand goes up to his faceplate in an attempt to suppress his sounds

Imagine fishing his cock out and stroking it slowly

Imagine his hands fly to his faceplate as he falls back onto the pillows

Imagine him letting out small whimpers as you jerk him off slowly

Imagine him thrust into your hand, a small push for you to go faster

Imagine obliging. He starts to let out laboured breathes with each quick stroke

Imagine him gripping the sheets tightly as he arches his back

Imagine him cumming as he lets out a loud whimper

Imagine him going back to covering his faceplate with his hands, embarrassed that Lady Tanith made him into your reward

Crucible Knight and Misbegotten Warrior:

Imagine being held down by the Knight as the Warrior fucks you roughly. The Misbegotten ruts into you like a mutt in heat

Imagine his cock is bumpy, knotted, and grotesque

Imagine the Knight gently rubbing your wrists as he pins you down, a stark contrast to his partner's treatment

Imagine the misbegotten drooling as he pounds you, his slobber dripping off and falling onto your bare body

Imagine the Misbegotten growling and snarling as it fucks you into the ground, signaling that its close

Imagine the Misbegotten roaring and slamming into you one final time as he cums, his knot locking you two together.

Imagine him pinning your arms down so the knight can pull his cock out

Imagine the knight lightly tapping your lips with his thick cock

Imagine the Knight holding your head still with one hand while using the other to grip the base of his cock as he ruts against your lips

Imagine him leaving trails of precum all over your face as he rubs himself on you

Imagine his grunts and moans as he strokes his cock over your face

Imagine yourself whining and trying to raise your head to get a taste, only for the Knight to raise his cock upwards. He lets out a deep chuckle as he pats your cheek

Imagine him groaning as he cums, painting your face white

[lokischocolatefountain]

Sickness and Health

A married!Javi Drabble based on this request

Series Masterlist

Rating: All fluff except for a few inappropriate words

A/N: I had to use this gif because I couldn’t think of anything for sick Javi. Just imagine he’s wiping his snot instead of his sweat (you’re welcome for the new mental association I’ve created)🤪. I got this request a month ago and I’m writing it only now 🙈 Sorry anon requester, but I hope you see this and like it 💜

I’ll be fine, he said. It’s just allergies, he said. My god querida, stop mothering me, he said. Yet here he was, flopped on the sofa with a leg on the floor as he snored. The man never came home before her. There were times when he’d come home briefly in the morning to shower and put on a fresh set of clothes before bolting out the door with nothing to spare her other than a rushed kiss. And now here he was at 5 PM, sleeping.

She placed a hand on his forehead, wincing when she found him burning up. Not to say she told him so, but she told him so. But he would hear none of it. The man dropped her off at work with the promise that he’d take an Advil if he needed before driving away to the embassy. He probably forgot. Or his promise was made just to placate her, stop her from being the nagging wife.

She didn’t quite know how to do it, the wife thing. Was she supposed to force a pill down his throat? Would she be the annoying nagging wife men talked shit about to their friends if she did? Was she supposed to leave him be? Would she be a bad wife for neglecting him and letting him go to work ill?

Knowing the man, he probably didn’t have anything to eat. His only intake was whiskey and tobacco from all the smoking he did. Was she supposed to pack him lunch? Send food to the embassy? She didn’t know. He never asked for anything and was happy to eat what she gave him when he came home. She provided dinner, leaving it on the table and leaving a note on his bed reminding him to eat it. Sometimes she managed to force a glass of OJ into his hand in the morning. But that was all. Lunch was a big question mark. What he ate when in Medellin was a blind spot.

Retrieving some chicken, carrot, celery and broth from the refrigerator, she got to work. With some time, spices and low music playing on the radio, the soup was ready to be served.

She poured some into a bowl, placed it on the coffee table and hovered over him. Beads of sweat had collected on his forehead, either from the hot weather or his sickness. Messy black hair stuck to his forehead and she reached over and pushed it back.

“Javi…”

Nothing. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently. “Javi?” He stayed still as a rock. Goddamn. The man usually woke up at the slightest noise. A bullet could leave a gun two miles away and he would hear it. It was rare that he slept at all, so when he did, she did everything in her power to keep his surroundings quiet.

“Mi amor…” she called, caressing his sweat soaked forehead. “Come on, get up. You need to eat something.”

He trembled under her touch and whined something incomprehensible. She tried again, called his name while giving gentle rubs to his shoulders. “…hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know,” she said, smiling at his half-awake form. He looked so sweet like this, so innocent and childlike. She wanted to pick him up like he was a puppy and give him a million kisses. He might be a big bad federal agent but sleeping on their couch like this, he was her little puppy.

“… ‘s the paperwork and…Wysession…la Quica…umm and yeah what do I think?” He mumbled, making her laugh. This fucker would not survive without his job. It took a few more tries and sweet words, some of which embarrassing enough that she’d never repeat to him if he were awake. His eyes opened a little, his mumbling about work dimmed down and he spoke her name.

“Yeah. It’s me. Get up. I made soup. You should have some, have a Tylenol and sleep on the bed. Okay?”

“What time is it?” He asked, sitting up suddenly.

“Six thirty three.” The man always wanted the exact time. No rounding up or down. It was unnerving.

He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palms. “Fuck. Got an early meeting at eight with Noonan. Gonna be late. She’ll kill me,” he said, getting up. He hunched over the couch, hand gripping on to the leather of the headrest for support as his other hand clutches his head.

“8 PM is not an early meeting. Unless you’re talking about a meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? Wait, what’s the time?”

“Six thirty. In the evening. You have a bad fever and you were asleep on the couch when I got home at five.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah. Fuck. Now sit down and have some soup. You can’t have Tylenol on an empty stomach.”

“Actually, I can. The body absorbs it faster on an empty stomach.”

“Alright buddy, sit down and have the soup,” she said, coaxing him to sit next to her on the couch. He sat a bit too close to her, leaning on her shoulder and placing his weight on her.

“Feel like absolute shit,” he said, dipping the spoon into the bowl of hot soup. He blew on it once and then twice before drinking it. “So good.”

“Thank you, baby,” he said, pulling her to his side. She did not want to contract whatever he had and proximity would increase the chances of infection. But she didn’t have the heart to push him away. Even on a normal day, the man liked physical contact with her. It could be anything from a hand on her back when they were out in public to full on cuddling her in bed. He just showed his affection through touch. She didn’t want to deny him affection when he was so vulnerable and soft.

He drank it down quietly, wincing every now and then from his headache. He even surprised her by asking for a second helping and she gave it to him gladly, even topping his bowl up another time when he wasn’t looking.

“Now Tylenol.”

“Nooo,” he whined, flopping back on the backrest of the couch. “Hate pills.”

She laughed and popped a pill out of the foil wrapper before handing a glass of water to him. “Aww, is the big baby afraid of pills?”

“Not scared,” he pouted and folded his arms over his chest, looking like a petulant three year old. Good god. Was this really the man being paid by the US government to catch Escobar? Or was he the secret sweet cuddly twin to her grumpy sassy Javi?

“Right. Definitely not scared. Now have it.”

“I’ll be fine without it. Just need to sleep.”

“Sure, Dr. Peña. If you say so,” she teased. She was definitely noting down all the details of his behavior in her head to tease him with later. “Can you have the liquid Tylenol?” She asked, recalling seeing a bottle of it in their medicine cabinet.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said, getting up to go fetch the Tylenol for him. Before she could step away, his hand wrapped around her wrist. She looked back at him to find him staring at her with those big brown eyes, all wide and precious. He was still grumpy, but less intimidating and more adorable. “I need to take my hand with me, Agente…”

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t go. I miss you.”

“It’ll just be gone for a minute. I’ll get you your Tylenol and be right back.” Huffing, he finally let go of her hand. When she returned, he smiled up at her lazily before grabbing both her wrists.

“Javi…I can’t give you your medicine if you don’t let go of my hand.”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of this too. There is no plan C, Javier. Pill or this,” she said, holding up the bottle of the liquid acetaminophen.

“That tastes like shit.”

“Yeah. You’ll survive.”

“I wooooon’t,” he whined, pulling her onto his lap. He may be very sick, but he was still strong and worse, unaware of how much force he exerted. She fell with her face forward, smushing into his chest. She made a low sound of satisfaction before wrapping his arms around her and settling his chin on her head.

“Bebito…”

“‘m not your bebito. I’m your husband.”

“Yeah yeah. Then stop acting like a bebito, bebito.”

“Don’t do this to me. That thing tastes vile. Tastes like shit. Like, like horse shit mixed in with rat poison.”

“God, you drama queen,” she teased, adjusting herself on his lap to sit up properly. “It’s just 20 ml. Have some of it, drink some water to wash the taste off and go to bed. God knows you need the rest.”

“Fine. On one condition.”

“Uh huh?”

“Bit of whiskey after the medicine.”

Absolutely not.

“Of course, baby. All the whiskey you want,” she lied through her sweet smile. She did not have the energy to argue with a gigantic baby she couldn’t yell at. She’d make him have the medicine first and figure out the rest when she had to.

At the mention of whiskey, he smiled wider than the day they got married and happily let go of her wrists. She hissed at the dull pain around them, flushing when she realized just how strong he was. Yet he never used such strength on her, handling her gentler than this even when she asked for rough treatment. She’d have to ask for more the next time… she looked away from him embarrassed. The man was sick and delirious, for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t the most appropriate time to be horny.

“Tilt your head back,” she ordered and he followed immediately, exposing his neck to her. “Now open your mouth,” she said, bringing the little cup of the liquid to his lips. It went alright for the first second, but when it touched his tastebuds, he gagged and groaned.

“Uhh that was fucking disgusting!”

“That was just 10 ml. You need another 10 for the full dosage.”

“No, no, no. Please don’t do this,” he begged before sticking his tongue out as though casting out the organ for making him experience the medicine’s taste.

“Please, Javier… Just one more, okay?” She said, pouring him the other half of the dose. “Imagine you’re taking a tequila shot.”

“Then it should be on your bellybutton with salt on your tits and a lemon wedge between your lips.”

Horndog

“Suuure. You couldn’t tell it was evening and not morning just half an hour back but you think you can do a body shot, huh?”

“Absolutely can. You didn’t know me in college. Plus I’ll do anything to lick your tits,” he said, his eyes looking too adorable for the things he said. Shouldn’t he be too sick to be horny?

“Alright big guy, open up” she said, tipping his chin back and forcing the rest of his medicine down his throat. He groaned and whined once more and summoned a couple demons with the sounds he produced.

“Tequila?” He asked, pouting as he fixed his puppy dog eyes on her.

“Sure. Go sit on the bed and I’ll bring you the goods,” she said, helping him get off the couch.

“Perfect. You’re the best wife, you know that?”

“I’m your only wife. You don’t have much else to compare me to, do you?”

“Fine, I’ll get more wives. Test the hypo- hypo…tenuse?” He asked, squinting.

“Hypothesis.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said hypotenuse. That’s the longest side of a right angled triangle.”

“The fuck,” he said under his breath, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom. When she’d gotten him to lie down, he pulled her to himself and held her to his chest. She was yet to have dinner and there was a tv program she’d wanted to watch before bed. But with his arms around her and his lips mumbling in his sleep, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

It wasn’t often that she got to be wrapped up in his arms at this early hour. Why fight it when she could savor it.

[writtenfangirl]

Treasured Memories pt. 2

Part 1

Now that we have Y/N moving in with Charles, we gotta have a story about the fun they have living together. I wanted to try something new and see if the format of mixing social media posts with little drabbles would work. I used a different generator for this than I normally use so please bear with me if you see any mistakes

It was only 7:30PM and Y/N was already in bed. She wasn’t particularly tucked in, nor was she wearing her pajamas but her head was laying peacefully on the pillow, their blanket haphazardly covering her legs.

She wasn’t asleep at all though. Her mind was alive, waiting for the moment Charles came home.

Her phone was hidden behind a stack of books on her nightstand, recording her every action.

Everyday at 7:30, Charles came home from his training session to have dinner with Y/N. Sometimes, she would cook pasta but tonight, she’d requested dinner at the little bistro across their apartment. He never missed a dinner with her and Y/N didn’t either.

Like clockwork, Y/N heard the sound of jingling keys in the front door. She winked at her camera before she shut her eyes.

There was the sound of the front door opening, followed by a swift, “Amore? I’m home,” echoing throughout the apartment.

Y/N resisted the urge to say anything, focusing her mind so that her breaths were even and her face was peaceful.

Well as peaceful as can be when she was trying not to laugh.

“Amore?”

Y/N heard the sound of Charles’s footsteps shuffling across the apartment. She knew almost instinctively where he was going to look for her. Her office first, then the kitchen before heading straight to their bedroom.

“Amor—“ She heard his footsteps stop as their bedroom door opened.

She could practically imagine her boyfriend’s cute frown at seeing her sleeping form. “I can’t believe you’re already asleep, amore. It’s only 7:30.” His words were low, uttered in a whisper she strained to hear.

But Y/N didin’t reply. She kept her breaths even and her face straight.

“And you’re even wearing makeup. Amore, you can’t sleep with your makeup on. You’ll hate yourself in the morning.”

But Y/N didn’t stir and she heard Charles’ sigh.

She wondered what her boyfriend would do. Would he wake her up? Tuck her in? Or would he be annoyed at her?

Instead, she heard the sound of Charles’s footfalls, followed by the sound of their bathroom door opening and the sound of things being moved. She opened an eye, frowning at the camera as she did so before she quickly returned to her previous peaceful expression upon hearing Charles turn the bathroom lights off.

What was he doing?

When she felt something wet hit her cheeks, her eyes immediately shot open. Charles was standing over her, a damp cotton pad in his hands. “Amore, you are awake?”

“Charles, what are you doing?” Y/N asked incredulously as she stared at the cotton pad.

“Removing your makeup! You use micellar water, yes?” He replied innocently, causing Y/N to let out an incredulous laugh.

“I can’t believe you know that!”

“Of course I do!” Charles said, sounding almost offended at the insinuation that he didn’t, “I watch you do your skincare every night! After you remove your makeup, you wash your face twice. Then you do toner, your first serum, your second serum, a hydrator and then moisturizer. If it’s a Tuesday and a Thursday, you wear an overnight mask.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god. You know my nightly skincare routine!”

“I know the morning one too.” Charles said smugly. “Now why were you pretending to sleep?”

“I was filming a TikTok!” Y/N laughed, pointing at her phone that was hidden behind the stack of books.

“Amore,” Charles tsked but there was no real sound of disappointment in his voice. His lips were pulled in a smile and he was beginning to laugh too. “Your pranks are so ridiculous!”

“It wasn’t a prank! And I’m sure your fans would fall even more in love with you at this video. Pierre’s going to call you a simp!”

But Charles just laughed. “We have to remove the makeup on the other cheek too or else your foundation will look uneven.”

“I can’t believe you know what foundation is! Charles Marc Herve Percival Leclerc, you’ve always been attractive but you have never been more attractive to me than you are now.”

Charles laughed that happy sound that Y/N always memorized in her head so she could look back on it whenever she was sad.

The curl of happiness that wrapped around her heart at the thought that her attentive, amazing boyfriend knowing exactly what he needed to do to make her happy was a feeling Y/N knew she wouldn’t feel with anyone else.

If there was one thing Charles hated in this world, it’s Y/N’s job.

Though, hate may be too strong a word. He actually greatly admired Y/N’s job and her selflessness. So really, he didn’t hate her job. More like he didn’t like how it made him feel.

Of course he understood that Y/N was a career woman and her job was important. While Charles’s role as an athlete was important to him and to the people around him, Y/N’s job as an international journalist was actually and objectively important to the whole world.

As an international correspondent to the BBC, she went to different corners of the world to inform people about what was happening to other parts of the globe, may it be famine, war or disease. Journalism was her passion and her ambition was encompassed by the compassion she had for other people. After all, Y/N always believed that the world would be a much kinder place if people just knew a little bit more about other people. And while Formula One is one of the most dangerous sports in the world, it certainly beats Y/N’s assignment last week of going to Afghanistan in the middle of the Taliban taking over the country.

He hadn’t seen her in a week and due to the spotty cell reception, he hasn’t heard from her either. Just the occasional text letting him know she was still alive and well. The only time he got to see her was when he tuned in to the BBC last night to hear her live report.

While race weeks usually plagued him with thoughts of strategies and winning, this weekend, his thoughts were consumed by Y/N.

She’d promised she’d watch him this week in support but Charles didn’t care if she’d miss it at all. All he cared about was whether or not she’d come home in one piece.

“You okay, mate?” Carlos asked him after they were dismissed from their media duties to prepare for tomorrow’s race. “You seem distracted.”

He was distracted. He could barely focus on today’s qualifying and because of his distracted state of mind, Charles wasn’t paying attention when a flag was waved to slow him down, causing him to impede on Alex Albon’s qualifying time. He was given a five place grid penalty and because of that, he was forced to start at P7 rather than his original P2.

Then there was the fact that immense pressure was riding on him today. After the summer break, Ferrari’s updates and improvements on the car showed promise, with Charles and Carlos performing well during yesterday’s practice session. The gap between Max and Charles during qualifying was only 0.021 and Charles knew that if he started at second tomorrow, he had a real chance of winnning. Now his job of winning was significantly harder starting at P7.

But he couldn’t think about those things. Not when his girlfriend, the love of his life and the woman he fully intends on marrying, hasn’t spoken to him in days.

“I haven’t heard from Y/N in three days,” Charles said with a sigh and a frown. They should be on the way back to the Ferrari motorhome but Charles wanted to apologize to Alex for impeding his time and Carlos had chosen to stay with him.

“Did you fight?” Carlos asked.

“No. She just has bad reception. I usually get at least a text a day but I haven’t heard from her at all.”

“Maybe she’s just busy?” Carlos offered. “Where is she anyway?”

“Afghanistan.”

“Oh.” And Carlos’s answering frown had the lead in Charles’ stomach sinking further.

“You don’t have to say it. I know it’s dangerous.” He’d heard it said by his mother, his brothers, Fred and even by Y/N herself. It’s a dangerous place right now but Y/N had always been hard-headed. She went wherever she was needed and right now, she was needed there. Her report on the current plight of women trying to get an education under the Taliban’s regime could prove integral in garnering international support and Y/N would sooner rather drown herself than leave these women alone if she knew she had the ability to help.

“Y/N’s always been a badass, mate. She’ll be fine.”

But Charles didn’t know that she’ll be fine. It’s hard not to believe in Y/N when she had so much belief in herself. She really was a badass. But it still didn’t stop Charles from worrying about her every chance he could.

Just then, Alex emerged from the media pen, momentarily distracting Charles from his anxious thoughts on his girlfriend. “Albono, I’m sorry—“

“It’s fine,” Alex sighed. “I know you didn’t mean it. If you did, you wouldn’t be here apologizing. Besides, after your penalty, I’m starting at a better position than you tomorrow.”

Charles sent him a tight smile. “Thanks.”

“Charles, is everything okay?” Albono asked him with a frown. “You seem… off.”

“It’s Y/N.” Was the only thing Charles said but he knew Alex understood enough.

“She’s in Afghanistan, right?”

Charles nodded.

“I watched her report last night. Cheer up, mate,” Alex said as he led their little group back to the motorhomes. “I’m sure she’s okay. Y/N’s a badass.”

“That’s what I said!” Carlos gasped.

“It’s cause she is. Charles, Y/N did a whole report in Myanmar to cover the military coup as it was happening. She was on the ground covering the protests in Paris as the people were actively rioting. The girl travels to active volcanoes and super typhoons to help garner donations to those who need it. She’ll be fine.”

But Charles simply sighed. He’s lost so much people in his life. He couldn’t handle it if he lost her too.

By the time they got to the motorhome, Charles’ spirits were being considerably raised by Carlos and Alex. Sure, he still thought about Y/N, it was hard not to. But he was feeling much better about his penalty and at least he felt better about something.

“Charles!”

Charles’ head snapped to the direction of the voice, his eyes widening in surprise as Y/N sprinted towards him with the widest smile on her face before wrapping her arms around him. Out of instinct, Charles’ arms wrapped around her torso, the smell of her perfume fillinf his senses. The relief that flooded him could only be described as euphoric as he felt the way she breathed, felt the tickle of her hair on his nose and how she was struggling to keep her tiptoed feet high in an effort to reach him. She was alive and well and she was here with him.

He could hear the laughter of his team, as well as Carlos and Alex cheering him on but right now, his senses focused on Y/N. At the feel of her in his arms and the way she was practically vibrating out of sheer joy.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Charles muttered in her ear. “Thank god you’re okay.”

“I made a promise,” Y/N replied, her voice low enough for only him to hear before she pulled away and placed a soft kiss on his lips, one that had his toes curling in delight and his heart beating fast in his chest.

The rest of the garage howled and jeered as they kissed but he didn’t care about that. He also didn’t care about the fact that Carlos was maniacally laughing as he filmed their interaction and he cared even less about the reporters that were stationed just outside of the motorhome. He kissed her back with vitriol, her lips molding perfectly to his.

When they pulled away, Y/N had a wide smile on her face that Charles was sure mirrored his own. “I made it!”

“You did! I still cannot believe this, amore. Why weren’t you replying to my messages? You had me so worried!”

“Well, aside from the shitty service, I also left my charger back in Afghanistan,” Y/N said sheepishly, “I was on the way back when I’d realized that my phone was dead and I couldn’t do anything about it but finish the rest of my journey. I’m really sorry for making you worry, babe.” Y/N’s face was apologetic but he didn’t care. He was so happy at seeing her, at touching her, at feeling her that the very world could explode right now and he would die smiling.

“It’s okay.” Charles grinned before giving her lips a little peck. “I’m just so grateful and happy you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your penalty too.” Her frown could only be described as cute in Charles’s eyes.

He couldn’t even care about his penalty, not when she was here with him. “Don’t worry about it. I have a good feeling about tomorrow.”

“Charles, are you sure about this?”

He nodded. “One-hundred percent, amore. You have two minutes.”

“Babe, I could grab a lot of books in two minutes.”

“It’s your birthday. Go crazy.”

She gave him a steady look. “You know, most boyfriends would just buy their girlfriends a pretty necklace for their birthday and be done for the day.”

He gave her a cheeky smirk. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You have a pretty necklace with a matching bracelet and earrings waiting for you at home.”

She rolled her eyes but not even a blind man could be convinced she was actually annoyed.

Charles didn’t seem to think so but in Y/N’s opinion, he spoils her too much.

Every birthday, anniversary and Christmas meant a lavish gift that in Y/N’s opinion was not necessary. He bought her a Ferrari last Christmas for crying out loud! And though Y/N was appreciative, she just wasn’t used to all of this. Even though Charles had tried his damndest to convince Y/N that the Ferrari was really a gift from the team and not him and that he didn’t even have to spend a dime to get that car, it was still too much.

It also didn’t help that one of Charles’s main love languages was gift giving and it was hard to convince him not to buy her so much stuff when he has a lot of money.

She recalled one time when Charles had gone inside a Rolex store to pick out a birthday gift for Lorenzo and she had gone with him when her eye had been caught by a watch. She didn’t even ask to see it, just simply looking at it through the glass when all of a sudden, Charles had asked the clerk if he could buy that watch as well only to give it to her when they exited the store.

He’s mellowed out over the past few years and has stopped giving her a gift simply for existing. But all that did was ensure that on special occasions when he was expected to give her a gift, he went all out.

This morning, Y/N woke up to flowers and breakfast in bed. When she was finished, Charles had made reservations for a spa day with her and her friends, with all expenses answered by a swipe of his card. When her spa treatments were over, he picked her up for a fancy dinner that probably cost more than Y/N’s yearly salary followed by a trip to the bookstore, where Charles had given her the chance to pick out any and all books for a two minute time period that he will pay for.

“You’re ready, amore?” Charles said as he set his phone’s timer to 00:02:000.

Y/N was more than ready. Books were expensive and though she would normally protest at all of the gifts her boyfriend would give, books were ones of the few things she would never say no to.

“I was born ready. Start the timer.” And then, almost in a blink, she zoomed across the bookstore, grabbing book after book and dropping it on one of the two baskets that Charles was carrying for her. She grabbed whole boxed sets, a plushie and even managed to snag a scented candle and a new e-reader in the process before the timer set off.

“Done!” Y/N squealed as she dropped her last book in the basket.

“I really underestimated you, amore,” Charles said as he struggled to lift the two baskets filled to the brim with books.

“You don’t get between me and my books, babe. You know that.” She grinned as she bent down and picked up the other basket to help him. “Besides, you specifically told me to go crazy.”

“You ran so fast, you were a blur.” Charles laughed. “Even faster than me in a Ferrari! I’m going to have to build you a new shelf for all these books.”

His words gave her pause. He was right. Her current shelf only had one last row before it was filled and then she’d have to get an entirely new shelf for the rest of her books. Maybe she should return the basket she was holding…

Upon seeing the look in her face, Charles stopped and gave her a glare. “Don’t even think about it, amore. You’re getting all these books.”

“But you’re right about the shelf—“

“I can afford to buy you a shelf, Y/N.”

“Yeah but still—“

“No ifs and or buts. We made a deal. Now, come on. Let me pay.”

“Babe, I think we broke the internet.”

Charles looked up from his phone as Y/N settled in on the couch, a giant grin on his face. “I think so too.”

“Maybe posting those pictures was a bad idea.” Y/N laughed as she turned the TV on. “People’s brains have collectively exploded. I mean, I have people at work calling me to ask if it was all true.”

“What did you say?”

“Of course I told them the truth.”

“I have the whole grid calling and texting to congratulate us.”

Y/N grinned as she scrolled through Netflix’s selection, clicking the movie that she and Charles agreed on. “Lucky for us, Pierre knows how to keep his mouth shut. I thought for sure he’d go running straight to Yuki.”

“You know,” Charles said as he continued to scroll through his phone at the explosion of texts and notifications, “I’m thinking of a social media detox tonight.”

“You mean to say after posting those pictures, we just turn off our phones and stop replying to everyone?”

Charles’s grin could only be described as devious. “Yes. That sounds like a great plan, in my opinion. We can turn our phones on tomorrow.”

Y/N’s answering smile was just as evil. “You’re right, babe. That is a great plan.”

[geodynee]

—; 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x GenderNeutral! reader. ( AnyPOV ) Warning: Established relationship, fluff, reader having a nightmare, comfort, drabble(?) Summary: Miguel comforting you while you're having a nightmare. Word count: 531 words.

—A/N: This is all fluffy, Miguel being soft allat. I always imagine him being a gentle giant towards you, as his lover. And he is like, suuupeer protective of you because of his trauma.

I tried to make you as neutral as possible. Because I wanted to make it more immersive. So, yeah-

“Ay, cariño. Wake up.”

Miguel’s heart clenched as he watched you toss and turn. Another nightmare. The dim glow from the bedside lamp cast shadows on the walls. Your low, distressed murmurs pierced the silence, breath hitching now and then.

No, there's no way he would let you continue sleeping like this. He cupped your cheeks, thumbs tracing soothing circles along your skin. “Bebé… Shh… I am here. It’s okay,” Miguel whispered. He shifted his hand from your cheeks to stroke your hair, the soft strands slipping through his fingers. “It’s alright, mi amor. It’s just a bad dream.”

But your body remained tense, legs tangled in the covers, mumbling words he couldn’t quite understand. Miguel could see the toll reality had taken on you, evident in the way your brow furrowed even in sleep. No wonder you were having nightmares.

Miguel wrapped his arms around you as soon as he sensed how much the nightmare affected you. Pulling you close, his hand rested at the back of your head. The steady beat of his heart thumped against your ear as he held you, your warmth providing a small comfort for him amidst his growing concern over you.

“Shh… Ssh…” He shushed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss beside your ear. “I’ve got you.” He wasn’t going to let go, not until he felt you relax—not until you were back with him, safe from whatever your mind was putting you through. You meant too much to him—he’d do anything to comfort you, even if it meant staying awake all night, holding you like this.

After minutes passed, your breath finally began to steady, slowly unwinding from the tension. Your eyes fluttered open, clouded with the remnants of sleep.

Miguel exhaled, realizing he’d been holding his breath. A small smile formed as he rested his forehead against yours, his warm breath brushed your skin. “There you are,” relief washed over him, his voice soft. “I’ve got you, cariño. Nothing’s gonna hurt you while I’m here.”

Outside, the rain pattered softly against the windows, a soothing backdrop to the late hour. You blinked, still disoriented. But when your eyes met his, you could feel your heart fluttered.

“Do you want me to hold you a bit longer?” Miguel asked.

In response to his question, you nodded and let your body slowly relax in his embrace. The tension melted away as you buried your head into his chest, like finding shelter from a storm in the warmth of his embrace. A sigh escaped your lips, drawing a low chuckle from him. How adorable.

His hand lingered on the back of your head, sensing your body starting to relax. All he wanted was for you to be comfortable. The way your body softened into his—your breathing even and steady, it was all he needed, even if just for a moment. Right now, all that mattered was you.

And he’d make sure that nothing—not even himself—would ever hurt you.

“Mhm. That’s it,” he murmured, holding you close. “You can go back to sleep, cariño. I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers still gently tangled in your hair as he kissed your forehead,

“Te amo, mi vida.”

✎ Geodyne on Tumblr. © divider : @saradika-graphics. @rookthornesartistry

[sonnetsoncanvas]

This video lives in my head rent free. I shall never, ever, ever be able to save myself from it's clutches. Carlos Sainz Jr and his Magic fingers (TM). Anyways here's a drabble based on this video, read at your own peril.

Imagine a Horny Carlos. He's just gotten off the podium, drenched in champagne from the celebrations, and the few minutes he gets to prepare himself for the post-race press conference? He pulls you into his room and seats you on his lap, his nimble fingers quickly finding their way under your skirt.

You can feel his heart thundering under his shirt, his cock already hard, all that residual adrenaline from the race win and celebrations still coursing through his veins. But you're also hyper-aware of the entire Ferrari garage bustling outside. You're one wrong move away from being caught.

"Carlos, NO" you chide, unsuccessfully trying to pry his arms away, "Someone can come in at any moment and your PR is waiting outside."

"Let them. No me importa. I need this, mi `angel. I need this." he implores while his fingers move your panties to the side, feeling your wetness. "Joderrr, amor, you’re as exited as I am, hmm?". He groans in your ears while collecting your wetness from your folds and you're a goner, all your inhibitions just melting away.

"There isn't enough time" you say but have no intention of stopping him really, shifting your hips a little just to get some friction to quench your ache.

"Paciencia, corazón. It's just my fingers right now. I come back and we'll give mi coño what it really wants, ok?"

And then without any warning he plunges his two fingers inside your his pussy, making a 'come hither' movement inside you that brushes your spot, igniting your whole body. His other hand, snakes around your neck, chocking you ever so slightly while kissing along your jaw.

"Mi buena chica, tomando mis dedos en su dulce coñito" he whispers, as he presses his thumb over your clit in tight circles. Your body jerks as you struggle to keep quiet, biting down on his shoulder to keep your moans inside you as he drives you (pun intended) crazy.

He knows you're near, just need that little push to go over the edge. His free hand goes over to your breast, feeling your nipple straining against your shirt, and tugs at it harshly, the sudden pain increasing your arousal.

"Te excita, ¿no? ¿Ser follada con los dedos como una buena zorra mientras el resto de la tripulación mira?" the bastard has the gall to chuckle at your writhing form, his own dick hard as a hammer.

Your pussy clamps on his fingers, ready to come at any moment.

And that is when your personal devil abruptly removes his fingers from your pussy, leaving you dangling over the edge.

You whip your head to him, ready to scream, beg and bite him into finishing what he started, but looking at the devilish smirk on his face, you know for a fact that this was his plan all along.

"What? your pussy cumming on anywhere other than my cock? not fair, no? Let me finish up here and I'll make it good, sí?"

he puts you off his lap and moves to the door.

"And, Baby? Don't you dare clean that mess up."

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Obviously Carlos a tease. Is that even a surprise? Also, should I turn this into a series?

No me importa : I don't care.

Mi buena chica, tomando mis dedos en su dulce coñito: My good girl, taking my fingers in her sweet little pussy.

Te excita, ¿no? ¿Ser follada con los dedos como una buena zorra mientras el resto de la tripulación mira?: It turns you on, doesn't it? being finger fucked like a good slut while rest of the crew looks on?

[jayden-killer]

Imagine Miguel discovering you were suicidal for all these years... (TRIGGER WARNINGS: self-harm mention, suicide mention, mental health instability, breakdown)

A/N at the end of this drabble.

That you cut yourself. That you tried to commit since a young age.

Yet, he didn't know anything about it.

He never knew. Of course, you didn't tell him. He shouldn't have to deal with this shit. Because it was your shit, not his. They were your problems. But he couldn't believe it.

He was shocked. Tears picked at his red, brownish eyes. His hands trembling, trying to bring you close to him.

How could you? Why didn't you tell him sooner? He would've helped you. Together. Why? Why going through this alone?

"De qué estás hablando, amor? No te creo" His voice shook. "No te creo. Dime que es una broma... Lo es?" (What you're talking about, love? I don't believe you. I don't. Tell me it's a joke...it is?)

Oh, how you wished it was a joke.

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Author's here. My thought is..to make a one short based on this idea. Not an idea, some details are taken from my life. Would you like it? My main reason to write something like this is to bring comfort to everyone who went through shit like this in life. And you should know you aren't alone. My DMs are always open. ♡

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

another manolo anon here, requesting- another manolo fic. preferably nsfw of some kind, i think he's really good with his fingers from playing guitar for so long. do what you will with my headcanon.

Deep

Pairing: Manolo Sanchez x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, just downright smut, thirsty reader, fingering, short fic, drabble

Words: 1027

Streams of the sun was what awoke you that morning, tangled in your bedsheets with the spot next to empty. It was cold, telling you that Manolo had woken up long ago and left the comfort of your casa. You hadn’t even felt him get up.

Leisurely you stretch your limbs, enjoying the action as a lazy cat would. You wonder how long Manolo had been gone for.

Ten minutes later you catch the creak of the front door opening and the soft shutting of it. Gentle footsteps guide your eyes to the bedroom door. Just as it opens, you close your eyes feigning sleep; wanting to know what he would do.

You hear him tenderly chuckle, his hand oh so delicately comes down on the top of your head in an affectionate pat that had your tummy searing warm. It was hard to keep the smile off your face but you managed to restrain your facial muscles.

He shuffles away and you begin to hear articles of clothing being removed.

Covertly you crack one eyelid open the smallest fraction.

While not being a matador anymore, Manolo still kept up with the work out routine of one as he liked staying in shape.

Broad shoulders glisten with sweat that crawls down to the fine taper of his waist. He's quietly humming as he undoes his pants. You allow your eye to open a little more. Manolo had one of the finest asses in all of Mexico. Perfectly rounded with pure muscle. You let the other eye open to truly appreciate the sight before you. They led to expertly sculpted thighs that could crack open a watermelon.

But you were specifically waiting for him to turn around so you could see that beautiful monster between his legs.

"Ay!!" Manolo leaps a little when he realizes you're actually wide awake and watching him with a blush to your cheeks as you cheekily grin at him. "Mi amor! I hope I didn't wake you." He relaxes but still a bit flustered from your heated gaze.

You practically purr as he's still standing in front of you completely naked. "You didn't. Come here, Manolo."

Even though both of you have seen each other naked many times, Manolo still grew bashful in front of you and shuffles his way over.

To his surprise, you run your finger along the length of his girth, watching it come to life from your touch. It rolls over and immediately fattens up. He moans softly, always responsive to your caresses and overly sensitive. Soon enough, his cock is standing at attention, swaying in front of you as he continues to shiver from your ministrations. You're practically jacking him off now, but you really want him in your mouth.

When you lean your face forward to his crotch, Manolo's heady haze clears and he's pushing you away. "Mi amor, no. I'm still sweaty. Can't imagine it would be pleasant for you." He chuckles at the last part and you pout.

Before you could protest though, Manolo throws the sheets off of your body. You were still clad in your thin nightgown. "I can offer you something else though." Those skilled fingers of his glide across your bare thigh, pushing up the hem of your gown to your lacy panties that had him biting down on his bottom lip. His cock twitches when he runs his hand under your panties and cup your ass. A breathy moan shudders your body when his fingers wedge their way between your thighs. His pupils are completely blown up and he's panting a little.

To make things easier for him, you roll onto your back and spread your legs wide for him. He's whimpering from the sight of your already wet pussy. Many times Joaquin teased him for being so pussy whipped. Manolo never felt bad though as he sat on the edge of the bed to worship properly. Your panties are promptly discarded, replaced by his large hand that was rough with calluses from both the sword and guitar.

His thumb first rolls over your clit before slipping between your sopping folds earning more whines from Manolo and you. "Que bonita." Manolo sighs as he toys with your cunt, riling it up for him so that his large fingers would have an easier time penetrating you. He's squirming and fisting his cock with his other hand in needy desperation.

You toss your head back and forth on your pillow, his name a prayer on your tongue when he finally slides in one glorious finger into the velvet wetness between your legs. Instinct had your hips bucking and your legs threatening to trap his hand but he's strong enough to keep your bucking at bay.

"Manolo-" Your moan is utterly filthy but drives right into his cock and has Manolo slipping a second digit into you. His pumps are slow and torturous. He revels in the feely of your gummy walls squeezing the life out of his fingers. Tickling the inside of you when he begins to curl his fingers in a delicious rhythm that has a wonton cry coming out of you.

"Eso es todo. Canta mas para mi (That's it. Sing more for me)." Manolo's dark eyes actually roll when he feels your pussy mercilessly clench down as he continues to finger you. His thumb strums your clit as it would the strings of a guitar. "Por favor mi amor. Necesito escuchar más de tu bonita voz (Please my love. I need to hear more of your pretty voice)."

Lips quiver to form the words "P-p-please Manolo." From your bleary vision you make out Manolo's shoulders shiver at your begging. A squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy grew louder as his movement became faster. He presses down harder on your swollen bundle of nerves with his thumb.

That was it for you. Those magical hands of his always brought you to a fast climax that smacked you senseless. Your entire being explodes and you knew your neighbors would be able to hear you happy cry as you came hard around Manolo's fingers.

[jazzafayesworld]

Holy shit lifes been hectic but a little Iida drabble...

Coming home to see Tenya after he's been gone for a week long mission is usually one of your favorite reunion moments. However, you've been equally busy on a work project and with personal issues that for the first couple of days, you don't realize he's home. So, imagine your surprise when you come home to your husband cooking your favorite dinner...

"Amore?" You slip off your shoes at the door and set your things down on the catch all. Rounding the corner there's a massive bouquet of red roses on the dinner table as well as a bottle of your favorite wine.

"Welcome home, darling. How was work?" Tenya asks while plating dinner for the both of you. He rounds the kitchen island to carry both plates to the table, only pausing long enough to give a chaste peck to your temple. He sets down the food to give you an actual kiss and tears start falling.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

"I just missed you... I've been so busy I didn't realize you were home..."

"Dearest, don't fret. I knew about your project. I wanted to support you in the things that I could since I can't help with historical design. You do such an amazing job for us that I wanted to give you a hand. Don't worry about it. Let just eat, I'll run us a bath and then we can do a movie, hm?"

"Alright, Amore... welcome home"

Tenya looks at you with a soft smile and eyes full of love, "it's good to be home Darling"

[cherrybean]

My apologies for the late post, not too much of a smut post as i haven’t had much inspo, but hope you guys like it 🤍

How i imagine Lalo being as your lover

SFW on top and NSWF below

SFW

Lalo would be the type to call you nicknames all the time “mí amor, cariño, hermosa, princesa, muñequita, etc etc” (my love, dear, gorgeous, princess, doll)

Lalo would definitely be the type to cook for you, doesn’t matter if he’s had a hard day (proven in the first episode we see where he makes Nacho food and then another scene later on when he, again, makes Nacho food)

I feel like Lalos love language would definitely either be acts of service and physical touch if not quality time

Lalo doesn’t strike me as a super jealous lover, but he definitely would not like another man’s eyes to wonder on you

If he noticed anyone staring at you or looking at you a little too long or taking interest in you he’d make sure to wrap his arm around you and bring you close while smugly smiling at the other person

I feel like Lalo definitely likes small touches and making sure you’re next to him or he can always be able to touch you. For example, kissing you on your shoulder if he’s standing behind you or laying his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind as you’re doing any mundane activity, playing with your hair when you guys cuddle, etc.

Lalo definitely puts his hand on your thigh caressing it while he drives 😫

NSWF 🫣

Lalo strikes me as a person who is very dominant in bed. His dominance in his personal life definitely translates in the bedroom

He may let you be on top, such as cowgirl, because he loves to watch you take control but he will still be the one controlling your hips and the movement 😏

Leaves hickies all over your neck and body as a reminder of the night before or just to watch you freak out if you’re going out and him telling you he likes seeing you marked up by him

Although he’s not an extremely jealous partner I do think Lalo is a very possessive one, ie the hickies

Don’t see Lalo being into super kinky sex imo 😭 he will be very rough with you on some days when he’s had a hard day or you pissed him off, but I don’t think it’d be kinky sex more just nasty 😮‍💨

Lalo would absolutely love you calling him daddy or papí in the bedroom

First time you do I’m sure he’d almost lose it and bust in you

Lalo would be very into breeding you 😏 I’m talking about making sure you’re full of his cum and fingering you after to make sure it doesn’t leak out when he pulls out

When he’s not filling you up with his cum Lalo is definitely painting you with it. Cumming on your face after a blowjob, cumming on your chest or back, either area he loves to see you either full of it or painted in it. It’s his sick little kink

Lalos favorite sex positions would most likely be missionary or back shots. Missionary because he can see the look on your face as he absolutely destroys your pussy and you cling onto him. Back shots because he’ll love to see you gripping onto anything in sight as he thrusts into you and he loves to see your ass bounce 😭

Don’t see Lalo as a very vocal man in the bedroom but i can imagine him letting out grunts when he fucks you and tells you some nasty shit “te gusta mí amor” “dime lo que quieres” (do you like that love? tell me what you want)

Can see (or hear) Lalo being somewhat of a whimperer when he cums, after you give him sloppy head I can imagine him whimpering a bit after he cums in your mouth as you continue to suck his sensitive dick as he tries not to cum again “fuck muñquita así” (fuck doll just like that)

(Fuck it might just write a lalo blowjob Drabble after this omg 🫣🫡 stay tuned)

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

Sandman fic recs for Underrated Characters and Ships: Lucienne Edition (part 1)

This is a non-exhuastive list of my personal favorite Lucienne-centric and Morphienne fics and series I've found so far. If you can think of any others I've forgotten don't hesitate to add on!

Okay first off: my friend @pratchettfan87 has written a lovely fic I'm helping beta where Lucienne and her comic counterpart meet and bond and you need to go read it rn You Are The Light That Guides the Way. It's also a great exploration of the events of Sandman from the perspective of both librarians. It's not complete but it's rapidly getting put together so pls go give her encouragement and feedback so you can keep seeing more if you want! I'm gonna try to roughly go in order from most to least nsfw as we go down. Part 2 will contain other ships like Gault x Lucienne and Calliope x Lucienne.

Gen fics

And the Darkness Hummed by @navigatorwrongway - one of my all time absolute favorite Lucienne fics in this fandom, period that delves into her backstory before she even met Dream and takes you on a Journey through her life and it's. Mwah. It's art

nosso amor (our love) by marveling_under_an_open_sky is an achingly tender exploration of Lucienne's trauma and her getting comforted for once.

For Morphienne

Literally everything @cosmictapestry (aka cosmicjourney on AO3) has ever written is an instant recommend from me. Seriously. I can't think of one single thing she's written I didn't like. Heed the tags, but if you're old enough to be interacting with the NSFW stuff and it's your thing, do yourself a favor and dive into their delicious Morphienne smut drabbles on tumblr and the longer stuff on AO3. Go do it right now. It can be emotional and painful but all very well written. And his We Divinity series is heartbreaking and beautiful and with all the characters spot-on and the writing poetry like you've never seen.

and take thee up thy nurse's fee by stellerssong, a selkie!Dream au with wonderful atmosphere

It's About Old Friends by JerseyDragons is sweet and funny and a spot on take on a queerplatonic/sort of romantic version of their dynamic.

Wingmanning for Fun and Profit by unseenbox - is an absolutely adorable look at a Morphienne love confession from Matthew's POV.

Jewel by @softest-punk is super lovely and sweet, pure quality fluff.

Stellerssong's red moon series is a really interesting werewolf au of not just Morphienne but also Corintheus. It's on a slow burn but it's definitely worth it imo.

Also stellerssong's OTHER series "through endless revisions" is just a fantastic take on Daniel!Dream adjusting to his new life and everyone who knew and loved him having to do the same, but the specifically Morphienne standouts are as follows: please come back and be (just a little bit), eutropic, a pillar I am upright , room for one more taste , and for just to suffer that hurt. All of these are well worth the read, most but room for one more taste have angst and smut involved as well as sharp writing and characterization. Seriously can't recommend these enough, these are some of the best of the lot and that's saying something.

Dreams Written in Sand by cunticuss very slow burn but lovely and feels very them.

Woolgathering by sunsorbit is ANOTHER slow burn series full of wonderful characterization and pining and includes the library as an observer and character in itself which I'm always a sucker for.

How Vibrant the Color by unnecessary - unfffff. This is peak poetic emotional therapy dream sex. One of my favorites.

Gold by MDWG aka the most tender sex imaginable.

Contrapposto by stuntmuppet - pure smut. My only complaint is how short it is.

[resi4skz]

Legend: [🔥= smut] [☁️= fluff] [🌹= neutral]

Oneshots/Drabbles:

My Nerdy Girl 🔥

A Promise ☁️

Breakfast and Pancakes🔥☁️

Lights, Camera, Action! ☁️

Be Mine🌹

Second Chances🌹

My Sugar Daddy☁️🌹

Code 0325☁️

Neverending Story ☁️

Miroh Club☁️

New Beginnings ft. Han☁️

Mi Amore 🔥

Stalker Chan 🌹

Series:

Starstruck🔥☁️(b.c) [completed]

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

The Runaway ☁️🔥(b.c.)

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

The Contest (b.c.)

pt 1

O8 Biker Gang O8 🔥☁️ (COMING SOON)

Intro/synopsis

Tangled Heart (b.c.) 🔥☁️ [COMING SOON]

Preview

Healing Hearts, Finding Love (in the works)

The Ocean's Whisper (in the works)

Wattpad series (ongoing)

From Brush to Heart (b.c.)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Love in a syllabus (h.j.)

Intro

Chapter 1

Wattpad series (completed)

Suddenly Yours (b.c.)

intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Imagine series:

O8 Imagine (intro) 🔥

Hyunjin

Felix

Jeongin

[occamcave]

Dom!Miguel Ohara (drabble)

in which Miguel fulfills your request for him to fuck you

- Paring: Top! Miguel Ohara x Bottom! GN reader

-Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI!!, porn w/o plot

- A/N: Excuse any mistakes i made, this is my first time writing

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With a primal growl, Miguel stepped forward. His fingers eagerly found their way to your exposed hole, his touch teasing and exploratory. The sight before him was intoxicating—your spread cheeks, their invitation beckoning him to the edge of pleasure.

Unable to resist any longer, Miguel positioned himself behind you, your bodies aligning perfectly. His voice dripped with a mix of dominance and desire as he answered your request. "Oh, you want me to fuck you, mi amor? You're playing a dangerous game, y/n. But I'll gladly oblige."

With a swift motion, Miguel thrust into you, your bodies becoming one in a powerful union. His movements were filled with a mix of urgency and control, your desires intertwining in a dance of pleasure. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through both of you, your combined moans filling the room.

As the pace quickened, Miguel could feel his own release building, the intoxicating tightness of your body driving him closer to the edge. His grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, marking you as his own.

Miguel's voice growled with a mix of dominance and need. "You want my cum? You want to feel me inside you?" His words were punctuated by each forceful thrust, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization. "You're going to take every drop, every inch of me... just as you asked."

The room became a symphony of passionate moans and skin against skin as your bodies moved together, lost in the throes of desire. Miguel's control wavered as the pleasure intensified, his grip on you tightening, his rhythm becoming more frantic. Miguel's primal instincts took over, pushing him closer to the edge. With a final surge of desire, he released himself, filling you with his essence, marking you as his own in the only way imaginable.

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A/N: Aaaaa i apologize for this being so short!! Again this is my first time writing so i didn’t wanna do anything too crazy! Please give me suggestions and tips!!!