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Lips anon! Had a tasty thought, imagine Ranchero Miguel and the Pastor's Daughter 😳

You are supposed be a sweet little cherry and you are, but behind barn doors you're getting bred by Miguel. You truly love each other, and you're ashamed of your lust, but he assures you that he's going to marry you. It's no lie. He's just going to pump a baby into you first ❤️

Jeeeesshhh. 🤤

VERY NSFW under the cut

More Ranchero Miguel here

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When Miguel had arrived to your family's farm as a recommendation by a close friend of your dad, you couldn't believe how... easy it was to sin.

Your mother would often swat your head and reprimand you whenever your stare, lingered too much on him. Saying "No daughter of mine will be mingling with that boy." But you didn't care.

Not when he had popped your cherry in the barn. Strong and calloused hands had held you in place as his fat cock slid into you, condom wrapped a bit too tight around him. Riding you gently as he mumbled the sweetest things into your ear. He made sure to make it special.

Sometimes he'd tease you by working shirtless in the barn, he'd ride Agustín, A pure bred horse, hat snug on his head. Your friends would unabashedly stare at him.

"Señoritas" (Ladies)

He tipped his hat but you knew that smile on his face belonged to you only, your friends giggling and gushing over the fact you had such fine man, under your care.

You felt shame washing over you at the breathless petitions you made him.

"Use the rope!" He would. He would tie your hands above you in one of the posts as his girth rammed viciously into your tight and soaking pussy, only to leave it swollen, full of him and flushed by the constant slapping of his toned hips.

"Choke me" He'd squeeze his large hand that easily wrapped on your neck, cutting the air enough to pump his load inside a couple of times inside your greedy cunt.

"Dios mío, preciosa" He growled as you milked and squeezed him. He could feel every pulsation of your insides embracing him, trapping him.

But this time he was being particularly rough on you. The frustration of you not being swollen with his baby at this point made him to rile your legs up to his shoulders, spreading you, as his fat, cum leaking, thick cock sheathed on your pussy-sleeve

He covered your mouth as your hands fisted in tight balls on his chest, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

"No hagas mucho..." He growled as his hips smacked yours with such force it sent you bouncing underneath him, "Ruido" (Don't make too much noise)

Your mewls and grunts died on your mouth as he fucked you thoroughly.

"Te vas a ver tan chula con esta pancita redonda" (You'll look gorgeous with this round belly)

God, the thrill to have him all to yourself doing as you asked, only to be pampered later with such delicacy made your stomach flutter. Your mother would surely die out of a heart attack if she knew you were letting the farmboy she disliked so much, fill your little tight hole to the brim as many times as he saw fit. And your father, would surely want to shoot him for corrupting you.

"Ya quiero casarme contigo, chaparrita" (I already wanna marry you, baby)

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he didn't show any signs of stopping, at least not anytime soon. Pleasure borderline biting and overwhelming. In reality was, That Miguel only obliged at your wishes just to see your pretty, dolled up eyes rolling to the back for him and he alone.

"Pa' llenarte de hijos preciosos. Sólo mírate" (T'fill you with pretty children. Just look at you)

"So pretty and good f'me, yeah?" you nodded and your spine arched.

He was definitely fucking a baby into you tonight.

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE may edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the may catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

this month i discovered ballerina tea! and if u dont know what ballerina tea is, im going to put you on bcuz thats the whole point of the it girls magazine. the key ingredients in ballerina tea is senna and chinese mallow.

so essentially ballerina tea contains herbs that some cultures have traditionally used for a long time. its marketed as a weight loss tea but thats not all true. ballerina tea has a laxative effect and is really good for DETOXIFICATION and translate into lost weight in the form of water and stools.

while we are on the topic of consumption this is your reminder to eat ur fresh fruits and veggies! lets talk about ways to incorporate more fresh foods into our everyday diet.

if u like to snack, make fruits and vegetables more accessible for you. by prepping snacks before the cravings start, your snacking smarter.

start making smoothies or açai bowls as a rly yummy and easy way of getting fresh fruits daily.

make tasty veggie platters with home made sauces as a way to get in vegetables, or find a way to incorporate veggies into ur favorite recipes.

something that i did recently that has improved the quality of my diet is simply making some foods from scratch. for example i had a huge craving for fries, so i made home made fries and i can guarantee its 10X better then the processed fries that i would've gotten.

THE SCRAMBLE FOR SUMMER PLANS ;

school is FINALLY done. we are free to enjoy our hot girl summers! but now that school is done i find myself faced with the "now what?" question. no but seriously now what? no one wants to have a wasted summer, and ik u dont either so make sure to live up ur summer!

i did not take my own advice and i did not make preparations in advance for my summer so as of writing this post i have no plans, so im scrambling to make plans with my friends and set things up for myself. im planning out things like girls trips to the city, shopping trips, parties, dinners etc etc. and ofc manifesting for the vacation that i deserve.

HONEYS BEAUTY CORNER ;

SUPER EASY TANNING ROUTINE - tanning is one of the most important parts of summer! to start ur tanning routine, first things first set up a tanning playlist. my tanning playlist consists of songs like espresso by sabrina carpenter, nasty by tinashe, and turn it up by pink pantheress.

next apply some SPF to protect ur skin from the hot sun and apply some tanning oil if u have it. something else important to remember when tanning is to cooldown after tanning so keep some aloe vera gel on hand to avoid burning. we wanna TAN not burn.

tan the front then the back (each in 10 minute intervals) by the time ur done each side should tan for about 20 minutes each. so it'd be something like (front - 10 minutes, back - 10 minutes, front - 10 minutes, back - 10 minutes)

afterwards COOL DOWN with some swimming, some aloe vera, have a tasty mocktail/cocktail, apply some tanning oil and repeat the process one more time.

SMELLING LIKE THE BEACH - if u wanna smell like the beach, go to the beach. but if u wanna have the same effect i recommend the following products : the watermelon and coconut scented tree hut scrubs. the maui hair products. cabana girl body wash from philosophy. the bum bum body scrub. sol de janeiro rio radiance. ;

DIONNE FROM CLUELESS - STYLE DISSECTION ;

dionne is my absolute favorite character in the clueless movie and show for a MULTITUDE of different reasons. she is the embodiment of black femininity, girlyness, and she just exudes the lavish energy that we all know and love!

lets start off by talking about the way that dionne styles her hair. dionne's hair is so healthy, bouncy and absolutely GORGEOUS. she frequently styles her hair with things like headbands and clips. i've seen her in lots of different hairstyles and she always EATS.

dionne isnt particularly drawn to one specific color, the colors that she wears ranges depending on her outfit but everything is so well put together. one of dionne's most ICONIC looks is her unforgettable burgundy velvet dress with some white detaling.

[ghettogirly]

Hi, I hope you are doing well. I was thinking Armando x Reader. Where Reader and Armando are with Mike and Marcus driving on the road and Reader decided to do a prank where she places a fart bag that releases the stinch under Marcus seat. Reader is pranking everyone and it pops open and Mike was going crazy, Marcus was making faces and Armando was turning red and saying curse words in Spanish and English and is holding his nose. Reader was dying laughing and at the end told them it was a prank. Marcus and Mike look stunned while Armando was devastated.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 (𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂)

-> synopsis: where aaliyah decides to prank the team with a little fart spray… not a great idea.

-> format: drabble.

-> theme: comedy.

-> warning: mature language, use of the n word.

-> authors note: thank you for requesting this, it was so fun to write!!

💿 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 𝐁

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The cool summer breeze of Miami flowed through the crack of the window that was open in the front , as the car drove along the highway. Marcus and Mike was in the front talking, while Armando and Aaliyah was in the back.

Moving around in her seat, she looked out the window. The palm trees that were decorated down the highway danced to the slow blow of the wind, waving the team goodbye as they headed down to Atlanta, Georgia for a team getaway. Armando had his head back with his eyes closed, trying to get some rest in before having to greet the rest of the team. His tan skin glistened as the sun illuminated on him, giving him more of a caramel complexion.

Analysing him even more, he had a freshly trimmed cut and his beard was noticeably groomed. His physique was outlined by the tight white shirt he had on accompanied by some washed blue jeans. The two grandads in the front were arguing about the radio, Marcus wanting it on, Mike wanting it off.

The subtle contrast of the tranquility and chaos made Aaliyah’s heart warm. This was her family.

Glancing over at the navigation system in front of her, she wondered how long they have left. 20 minutes. Rummaging through her bag, she looked for something to keep her accompanied during the last quarter of the journey. Her eyes landed on something.

Fart spray??

A smirk creeped up on the girls face as she subtly looked around the car. Armando was still resting, Mike and Marcus had finally stopped arguing. This was her perfect chance.

Shaking up the little container, she pushed her slim hands down the corner of Marcus’s seat that was right in front of her, pressing down on the little pump.

An aroma of a foul stench quickly filled up the car, first being noticed by Mike who shot daggers into Marcus’s soul. “Now i know, you did NOT just shit yourself in my brand new car Marcus!!”

“Nigga, fuck you and your motherfucking car! I didn’t do shit!!”

“So what is that smell?!”

Psh. Psh. Another pump.

Quickly hiding the spray back into her bag that was on top of her lap, Aaliyah sat back into her seat. Moving her 3c curls out her face, she quickly covered her nose with her baby blue top that she had on. “What the fuck is that smell?!”

Looking back at Aaliyah with a pained expression on his face, Marcus whispered, “Mike shat in his diaper..” Which resulted in a slap of Mike who heard the smaller guy. “It’s your fault that the car is smelling this!!”

The three started shouting backwards and forwards, trying to figure out the root of where the stench is coming from. Awaking from his slumber, the latino male sits up. “¡¿Quién coño huele así?!” Armando swore before quickly covering his nose with his hands.

“It was probably Armando farting in his sleep, Mike control your son!!!!” Marcus shouted, turning around and pointing at Armando while shaking his head. In disbelief to the accusations, Armando points his fingers back and starts pleading his case. “¿De qué coño me acusas? Apuesto a que fuiste tú.”

“Talk English Spanish boy!!!! We aren’t in viva la Mexico!” Marcus shouted back.

“He has a point though, maybe you’re accusing everyone because you know you did it!!” Mike shouted back.

“Oh so now you motherfuckers ganging up on me? Father/son attack?”

“Nigga-“

The arguing continued, unbeknownst to Aaliyah, Armando, Mike and Marcus, they pulled up to the little cabin where the getaway was held. Too involved in their argument of who done it, they didn’t realise they had an audience who was watching the chaos unfold. Marcus was shouting at both Mike and Armando, who were shouting back at him. The brown skinned girl was sitting there, her shirt still covering her nose as she pleaded for someone to open a window, falling on deaf ears. “Maldita sea, ni siquiera puedo descansar en paz cerca de ustedes.”

“We haven’t done shit!”

Looking around, Aaliyah noticed that they arrived at the location. “Guys, we are here!!”

“Gracias Dios, necesito salir de este coche.”

Everyone quickly opened the car doors, gasping for air as they all stared at each other. “Why you looking at me like that for?” Marcus exclaimed, mugging Mike. “This was YOUR fault motherfucker, why else??”

And then… the arguing continued.

Aaliyah now sick of the constant bickering between the two grandads pulled her bag out the car. “Guys, it was a prank! See?” Waving the small component of the spray which contained the foul stench, smiling at the two.

“I know this girl is not smiling in my face thinking shit is funny..?” The taller male spoke looking towards Marcus. “I think she is.”

“Tienes diez segundos para correr, mamá.” The latin male whispered, staring straight through the woman’s soul. His chocolate coloured eyes, now slowly turning into black orbs.

Oh shit.

Running into the house, Aaliyah pushed past the couple who stood infront of the door. Swiftly after, Armando, Mike and Marcus ran after her.

“You’re done for!!” The three all shout in unison.

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“¡¿Quién coño huele así?!” : Who the fuck is smelling like that?

“¿De qué coño me acusas? Apuesto a que fuiste tú” : Why the fuck are you accusing me for? I bet it was you.

“ Maldita sea, ni siquiera puedo descansar en paz cerca de ustedes. “ Fucking hell, i can’t even rest peacefully around you guys.

“Gracias Dios, necesito salir de este coche.”: Thank you God, i need to get out of this car.

“Tienes diez segundos para correr, mamá.” : You got ten seconds to run, mama.

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @dyttomori @shurisgf @milliumizoomi @tyneshaaa @armandosbabymama @wizewhispers @amplifiedmoan @thedarkworldofhananerea @deadpool15 @5tarlan7 @sarcasticbitchsblog @believeinthefireflies95 @yeahnohoneybye

[mochilatae]

A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 6.1k (ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!

Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers

AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.

Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.

Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion. 

This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht. 

The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it. 

Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.

Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.

He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.

Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered. 

You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way. 

You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail. 

I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.

Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.

Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed. 

It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass. 

You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.

Fanta-sea 

That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.

Foremost yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.

You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.

It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.

“Jesus..” 

Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore. 

Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort? 

For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list. 

First and most pressing of all: What is his name? 

The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?

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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop. 

Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to. 

The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way. 

And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor. 

Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.

With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side. 

His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.

A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?” 

As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”

“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.

Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this. 

You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago. 

But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone. 

It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?” 

“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy. 

“Is there something else?” 

“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato. 

He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?” 

“Not that rare.” You ventured. 

There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours. 

It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down. 

“I think it’s interesting, anyway.” 

While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.

This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.  

He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar. 

“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.

He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.” 

“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.

The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger. 

“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it. 

“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.

Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game. 

“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked. 

“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too. 

“Hmm?” 

“What’s your name?”

His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.  

“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.” 

After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.” 

Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.

For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt. 

Until tonight. 

“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch. 

Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.

“A couple days.” You agreed. 

“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.” 

“Is that your..boat?” 

Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully. 

“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.” 

“When?” He asked. 

“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.  

“Did you? What was the name on the boat?” 

“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.

“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.” 

Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that. 

“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.” 

“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more. 

“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching. 

“Sounds rough..” You managed.

You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand. 

“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”

Your head shook. 

“I want you to see mine. Come with me?” 

You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that…. 

Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose. 

“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.” 

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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town. 

Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes. 

But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.

Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck. 

The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee. 

Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest. 

“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway. 

“It’s beautiful.” You marveled. 

Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far. 

Not that it mattered. 

This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile. 

“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little. 

“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions. 

“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.” 

You held back a giggle.

“Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.” 

“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was. 

The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear. 

Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.

“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?” 

You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go. 

“...What else did you see?” 

“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there. 

“I think you can tell me.” 

Whatever had compelled you to keep staring like earlier today, treading water, or across the bar during Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now.

It kept you from breaking eye contact and prevented any lie from growing roots. 

“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture away in a blink.

“..You weren’t wearing anything.”

Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?” 

It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need. 

“I liked it.” 

“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.” 

You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach. 

At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips. 

“Did you like what you saw?” 

“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—” 

“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.” 

“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips. 

“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.” 

You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose. 

“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?” 

Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison. 

“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below. 

You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points. 

Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.

Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”

This was really happening.

All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours. 

Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down. 

As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt. 

The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face. 

Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste. 

The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter. 

It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away. 

Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..” 

The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you. 

Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details. 

Small things, like what Namjoon said next. 

“Y/n…You okay with raw?”

I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.

Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.  

“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.” 

Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening. 

A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more. 

Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself. 

And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace. 

“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.

Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.

An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.

Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out  “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.

You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night. 

And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again. 

Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon. 

And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.

Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts. 

It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow. 

Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.

His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.

“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew… 

Not that you’d ever tell.

“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it? 

Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.

“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.” 

“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?” 

Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”

“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.” 

“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.” 

“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.  

He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.

“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly. 

“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?” 

Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”

He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand. 

Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?” 

“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?” 

“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?” 

Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on. 

“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus. 

Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person. 

“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time. 

And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.

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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window. 

Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough. 

The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks. 

And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t  make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up. 

And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue. 

For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade. 

It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon and his smile as he let your hand go first this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close. 

And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?

Show and prove came in the form of a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time. 

Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.

Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.

He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'

Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment. 

All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time. 

[slamminslamminmcgill]

got silly goofy high and had an epiphany 😌 (had this cookin in my drafts for weeks yk how it be)

warning: breeding kink, piss kink, spit kink, intox, degradation/slurs

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt, t-dick

“Oh, god, you feel so good… Feels so fucking good, you little whore… You do this often? Spreading your legs for any old man who buys you a drink? Betcha have some real daddy issues, don’tcha, boy?”

Lalo grabbed your chin and spat in your face as he fucked you up against the bathroom stall.

“Slut.”

In response, you reached out and pulled him in closer, sobbing with pleasure into his shoulders. You squeezed him as tight as you could, inside and out. Your chests pressed together as your vice of a cunt milked him dry.

Lalo growled, stabbing his coke nails into your hips and viciously thrusting into you, his balls slapping into your t-dick, the two of you jiggling the flimsy lock on the stall that threatened to give way. “Oh, te pinche putito… Ngh, voy a venir… Voy a venir dentro de tí… Voy a llenarte y poner un pinche bebé en tí, joto… Mmm, te vas a estar tan lleno… Tan lleno de mi leche… (Oh, you little fucking slut… Ngh, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum inside you… Gonna fill you up and put a fucking baby in you, faggot… Mmm, you’re gonna be so full… So full of my cum…)”

You had no clue what he was saying, but it sounded fucking hot. He wasn’t talking to you, moreso at you. This wasn’t a balanced exchange; you were just a hole, one of many he could’ve picked to empty himself in. Your limp body dangled in his arms as he used it, a lifeless sex doll for his sole pleasure. He jerked himself off with your pussy until he came with a loud-

“Fuck!”

And boom goes the dynamite. His hot cum spurted inside you, filling you up just like he said he would. As he flooded your hole, both of your brains flooded with dopamine. That physical satisfaction came alongside mental gratification, reinforcing this debauched behavior. You’d surely seek it out again.

Lalo laughed in delight as the relief washed over him. “Oh… Hah… Haha… Phew, you’re incredible, kid. Best fuck I’ve had in a really long time.” He swept your hair out of your face and tenderly kissed you on the forehead. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

“Nonononono, keep it…” you whined, your limbs locking around his back, “K-Keep it iiin…”

“Aww, you’re precious, honey…” He cooed, peppering kisses along your neck. “But I have to piss, so I kinda have to take it out…”

For some stupid reason, maybe it was the cocktail of substances and the myriad levels of pleasure you were dealing with, or maybe just the immaturity of “haha piss funny”, you started snickering. A lot.

”Oh?” Lalo inquired, “What’s so funny, chiquito?”

The haze of goofy laughter dissipated, and what cast it away was the bright light of an idea. A sick, sinful, salacious idea. “Do you… Do you have to take it out?”

That made Lalo snort. He chuckled, shook his head, and replied, “Oh my god, no. No, baby, you don’t want that. I can’t do that to you… You’re too cute for that…”

You mewled with disappointment, hiding your face in his neck out of shame and praying to whatever god may be that you didn’t make this weird.

Lalo sweetly stroked your hair and sighed. “Look at me.” He commanded, snapping his fingers and you obeyed, picking your face up from the shadows. “You really want it?”

You nodded, your big puppy dog eyes bulging with need.

“Say please.”

“P-Please…”

“Please, who?”

Shit, what was this guy’s name again? He definitely told you… Oh, yeah. “Lalo… P-Please, Lalo…”

“Please, Lalo, what?

Oh, god, he was gonna make you say it? Beg for it, even? …Eh, whatever. Fuck it. “P-Please, Lalo… P-Pee inside me…”

“Good boy.” Lalo pressed his lips to yours. “I will, since you asked so nicely.”

For a few moments, everything was still. Nothing outside the bathroom stall existed, let alone mattered to you right now. All that mattered was Lalo’s cock throbbing inside you. You waited, and waited, you weren’t sure for what. Then, the signal came.

Lalo grunted, “Here it comes, baby.”

And so it did. The most prominent sensation was the intense heat pooling inside your debased hole, filling up what little space there was around his cock. You squirmed and squeaked, gripping his floral shirt in your fists.

“Fuuuck, Lalooo… so waaarm…”

“I know, right?” Lalo dotted more wet kisses along your jaw and neck. “You like it?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Good boy…” He praised, petting your hair while he pissed inside your pussy. You were so full. It was so hot. The pressure was becoming too much to bear. “I’m almost done, honey. You’re taking it so well. You ever do this before?”

You shook your head. “N-No…”

“Well, get ready. It’s about to get even better.”

You were left pondering the meaning of that remark for maybe a second, until his still-hard cock slid halfway out of your hole. His hot piss gushed out and splashed onto the floor. The release of pressure and heat felt like nothing you had ever experienced. You trembled, moaned, and drooled as he slammed his cock back in, picking up where he’d left off: fucking you stupid.

Lalo hissed obscenities in your ear as he fucked you with renewed vigor. “Ngh, qué asco… No creo… No creo que me dejaste hacer eso… Ahh, Acabo de mear en tu chocho, te pinche puto estúpido… Qué un… Mmm, qué un cerdito sucio que eres… (Ngh, so gross… I can’t… I can’t believe you let me do that… Ahh, I just pissed in your cunt, you stupid fucking whore… What a… Mmm, what a dirty little piggy you are…)”

Dripping with piss and cum, you spared a thought for the janitor who’d have to clean this stall later. Hopefully, they wouldn’t know it was you.

[nano-na]

LOVING YOU

Miles Gonzalo Morales x reader

PLAYING: ANNIHILATE BY METRO BOOMIN

Miles sat at his desk tweaking with some micro-chip , the sound of his window opened gaining his attention he looked up seeing reader hop into his room , she wore his jacket and his nike's miles smiled at this loving the fact you wore his clothes.

"how was school?" reader slipped of the nike's placing it at the window sill before planting herself on his bed "nothing much happen ohhh jasmine having a lil get together since it's the last day."

You spoke leaning backwards, " you know i don't do get togethers" he huffed swirling around turning to face the girl. "come on miles this could you could benefit from socializing" miles snorts while getting up and sitting next to you.

"i don't need no socializing i talk

to you no? ain't that enough" you chuckle falling backwards onto the bed , miles followed suit wrapping an arm around readers

neck. You turns to face miles leaning closer . "yea i guess that's enough... for now that is" he gives a lazy grin. Miles raises his other hand to pull you closer.

SLAM

"Miles? I- oh" There at the door stood Rio holding a washing basket. Reader and miles shot up looking everywhere but the Rio. "mkay.. Chico, será mejor que mantengas la puerta abierta de ahora en adelante" Rio walked away glaring at miles before giving a small smile. "i gotta go my mama's gonna wonder were i've gone" you stands up after giving a small kiss on miles's cheek.

TIME SKIP

"bread , plantain chips , milk-" you turn hearing rustling , 'i ain't that dumb' you thought walking pass the alleyway. You walk backwards looking into the alley 'one look won't hurt' , you step with caution looking around at the corner of your eyes you see a flash of purple. Looking up your met with a purple figure with a mask.

"what are you doing out here this late?" a deep robotic voice spoke , you raise a brow crossing my arms "what a girl can't be outside now is there some type of curfew?" the person moved closer "i would say anyone shouldn't be out at this time it's a dangerous neighbourhood" the voice boomed inside of your body. "whatever you are you wasted my time i though i was gonna find a cat or somethin" you whine walking away , as you turn you gasp being met with a bloody body on the ground.

. . .

"stay silent"

"Joder, qué voy a hacer, estoy tan jodido ahora mismo. " rushes spanish was all you heard as you awoke , you felt yourself tied up to a chair , the figure looked up sighing seeing you awake body. "you know what i still haven't gotten your name" the voice really awoke something in you.

"prowler."

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Broken Love

read part six ➸ here

Shout out to @gaviandgrizisgirl love her to death for helping me out with this chapter and the rest of the fic 🩷🌷!!!

"Pedri! ¿Qué te paso?" Your jaw dropped in shock, it was 11 in the night a limping Pedri with a black eye stood in front of your doorway. (Pedri! What happened to you?)

You took him inside your apartment, sitting him down on the couch. Going to the freezer to give him some ice for his swollen eye.

"¿Que te paso menso?" You asked again placing the ice on his eyes. (What happened to you stupid?)

"Gavi." He simply responded taking the ice from your hand. "¿Por qué se lo dijiste?" He scoffed angrily. (why did you tell him?)

"¡Porque no iba a mentirle a la cara y decirle que lo amo cuando siento algo por ti!" She yelled out in frustration. (Because I wasn't going to lie to his face and tell him I love him back when I have feelings for you!)

"¿Sientes algo por mí?" Pedri asked, the anger leaving his body. (You feel something for me?)

"¡Sí, lo hago y joder, me odio por eso, me odio a por enamorarme de su mejor amigo!" (Yes I do and fuck I hate myself for it, I hate myself for falling for his bestfriend!")

You sunk back on the couch, pulling your knees towars your chest, hiding your face between your knees.

"Quería decirle que lo amaba, y que quería estar con él, pero si lo hiciera, no creo que pudiera contenerme estando cerca de ti como si nada hubiera pasado". You sighed looking at him,

"Cuando te miro quiero besarte, y me hace sentir tan culpable porque cuando miro a Pablo no me siento así." (I wanted to tell him that I loved him, and I wanted to be with him but if I did I don't think I could contain myself being around you like nothing happened, Even now when I look at you I want to kiss you, and it makes me feel so guilty because when I look at Pablo I don't feel this way.)

Pedri knew it was wrong but he couldn't help but smile hearing this. Did this mean she was choosing him? That she wanted to be with him rather than Gavi?

"Pero cuando te miro, a veces me imagino a Pablo". You admitted. (But when I look at you, sometimes I imagine Pablo.)

His smile faded, fuck did that hurt his ego, "¿Alguna vez pensaste en él cuando nos besamos?" he asked afraid to hear the answer. (Did you ever think about him when we kissed?)

You looked down, "No."

Relieve washed over him, taking your hands into his he pulled you closer. "Entonces, ¿qué nos detiene?" He smiled up at you, (Then whats stopping us?)

You stared at him those beautiful brown eyes of his, the ones that made you go week in the knees, the ones that you craved stared back at you hopeful.

"No puedo hacer esto a Pablo. ¡No quiero hacerle daño, o peor, hacerte daño a ti!" You sighed pulling your hands away and onto your lap. (I can't do this to Pablo. I don't want to hurt him, or worse hurt you!")

"Mi vida, ¿cómo puedes hacerme daño?" He laughed softly scooting in closer. (How could you hurt me?)

"Ni siquiera entiendo mis propios sentimientos, pasé años de mi vida enamorado de Pablo, incluso si no lo sabía en ese momento y luego me empiezas a gustar, es tan confuso Pedri". You sighed dropping your head down to your hands in attempt to hide your face.

"No puedo elegir Pedri, me romperá el corazón y el corazón de uno de ustedes, ya soy responsable de romper tu amistad, no quiero ser responsable de arruinarla por completo". You choked out, his hands gently lifting your face to look back at his. ("Because I don't even understand my own feelings I spent years of my life in love with Pablo even if I didn't know it at the time and then I start to like you, it's so confusing Pedri. I can't choose Pedri, it'll break my heart and one of you guy's heart I'm already responsible for breaking your friendship I don't want to be responsible for completely ruining it.")

"No puedo Pedri, no sería capaz de perdonarme a mí misma por destruir completo la amistad de ustedes debido a mis estúpidos sentimientos que ni siquiera tienen sentido". You closed your eyes it was so hard to focus when he was staring at you all lovingly, the longer he stared the more you fought to cave in and kiss him again, you couldn't do that to Gavi, not again. (I can't Pedri I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for completely destroying y'all's friendship because of my stupid feelings that don't even make sense.)

"Y si yo te eligiera, Pablo iría a un alboroto y haría más que darte un ojo morado". You sighed opening your eyes to meet his the dark crescent starting to form around his eye. The guilt panging your heart seeing him hurt, because of his bestfriend. And it was your fault. (And if I were to choose you, Pablo would go on a rampage and do more than give you a black eye.)

"No me importa puede darme tantos ojos negros como quiera, no importaría mientras te tenga a ti". He pleaded, he wasn't one to beg especially for a girl's attention. He was Pedri Gonzalez the girls came to him. (I don't care he could give me as many black eyes as he wants it wouldn't matter as long as I have you.)

But you were different he was willing to beg, chase, and get as many black eyes from his bestfriend just to call you his.

"Joder, por favor, Y/n, olvídate de Gavi por un segundo y piensa en nosotros". He begged as if his life depended on it. (Fuck, please, Y/n forget about Gavi for a second and think about us.)

"Pedri, no lo entiendes, no puede haber un nosotros, no importa cuánto lo queramos los dos, no puedo hacerle eso a Pablo, lo amo". You tried to reason with him. (Pedri you don't get it, there can't be an us no matter how much we both want it I can't do that to Pablo I love him.)

"No lo amas". (You don't love him.)He blurrted out, your eyes twisting into confusion. "¿Qué? ¡Por supuesto que lo amo!" (What? Of course I love him!)

"Sigues diciendo que sí lo amas, pero no te jodes a ti misma Y/n. Si lo hubieras amado, no me habrías dejado besarte. Dos veces. Si lo amaras como dices que lo haces, nunca te habrías enamorado de mí". Pedri scoffed, the truth hurt it always does. The truth was designed to hurt. (You keep saying you do, but don't fucking lie to yourself Y/n. If you loved him you wouldn't have let me kiss you. Twice. If you loved him like you claim you do you would have never fallen for me.)

He was right, maybe you didn't love Gavi as much as you claimed you did maybe the love you had for him had faded over time since you began talking to Pedri.

But you still cared for Gavi and even if it wasn't love you still had feelings for him. It wasn't fair to either Gavi or Pedri. You owed it to the three of you to take time and decide who you truly loved.

"Creo que deberías irte Pedri." You pulled away staring at the floor as you stood up, walking towards the door. (I think you should leave.)

"¿Por qué?" He asked standing up, confused on the sudden mood change and as to why you were kicking him out of your apartment. (Why?)

"Por favor, vete" You spoke, opening the door, he didn't fight you on it he walked out, you shut the door as soon as he stepped out not waiting for him to speak. (Please, just leave.)

You stayed at your door, your ear pressed against it making sure he was leaving and wasn't just standing there. The footsteps got faint, till eventually we're audible anymore.

You let out a shaky breathe taking your phone out from your pocket, dialing Isabella. You explained to her everything that happened, and how you were planning to take time off for yourself.

She encouraged you, believing it was the right thing and what you needed. And if you needed anything to call her.

You made your way towards your closet pulling out a small suitcase, taking clothes off the racks stuffing whatever fit into the suitcase. You briefly paused, staring at Gavi's jersey that hung from the hanger. You took it off balling it into a ball and tossing it to the back of your closet.

You stood up, reaching for your car keys. Was this a crazy idea? Were you crazy? No. Its what you needed, what they needed.

You drove, going over the speed limit it was the middle of the night no cops were going to appear out of nowhere. You drove fast because if you didn't you were afraid you would turn back to your apartment, and start off at step number one again.

You repeated in your head tha this was for the best and you gripped the steering wheel harder. You arrived to the airport parking, you texted Isabella you were leaving the car unlocked with your keys inside so she cold pick up your car.

You purchased your plane ticket, getting through security, sitting down at the waiting area till it was ready for your plane to take off. You pulled out your phone, opening your messages.

[You]: Me voy de Barcelona por un tiempo, para resolver las cosas, te lo hago saber para que no te preguntes por qué no has sabido nada de mí. (I'm leaving Barcelona for some time, to figure things out, i'm letting you know so you don't wonder why you haven't heard from me.)

seen by Pepi

You sighed not gaining a response you swiped over to Gavi's contact,

[You]: Sé que soy la última persona de que quieres saber algo de, pero solo te hago saber que me voy de Barcelona por un tiempo. Cuídate Pablito :) (I know i'm the last person you want to hear from, but I'm just letting you know I'm leaving Barcelona for a while. Take care Pablito :))

[Pablo]: ¿A dónde vas? (Where are you going?)

seen by Y/n

You powered your phone off, standing up as your flight number was called.

You sat down at your seat, watching as the plane took off. Watching as Barcelona grew smaller and smaller till it disappeared, and was nothing but clouds.

You leaned back on your seat, it was to late to turn back now.

Finally I finished writing it!! I hope y'all enjoy, me voy a dormir, estoy cansada😭

[zoetic-tome]

Prompt 9: Hedging Bets

Prompt: Lend an Ear - FFXIV Write 2024  Characters: Ursielle de Vauquelin, mentions of Lorian Sanguemont, Kyllian Fosse (@thedarknesssings), Antoinaux Sombret (@roses-and-grimoires) Content Warning: Mention of violence.

She had turned him away. Of course she had. She was all but required to. How would he react if he saw the state of her, learned of the truth behind her self-imposed isolation? He was stubborn, this bandit. Stubborn, and determined to weasel his way past her self control so that she might break and contact him.

It was perhaps a mark of how well he had read her that he knew she’d never tell him what was going on if he simply asked. Like baiting a wary cat with a morsel, he’d needed to make sure he was unforgettable in her mind.

And as readily as he’d stolen all of her attention, the bombardment of pictures over the last few sennights had stolen all of her focus. So long as she refused to see him face to face, she feared that such pictures would continue to find their way onto her tomephone. She had never truly meant to start such a precarious back and forth with him. 

It had been purely accidental. Now, however, as she stared at the lay of his cravat apart at his throat, and the expanse of tanned skin that lay below his dark shirt, stark against the white snow in the background and the fan of red hair curling over one shoulder. And she felt her resolve waiver.

Damn this man and his infuriating distractions. And damn him for his persistence, despite her want to not involve anyone else in the matters of her family.

But Antoinaux was equally persistent, and another letter proposing marriage had arrived at her door. The eyes of society were on her; surely she’d have no reason to refuse her saviours proposal again and again, would she? And what’s worse, how public would he make what had happened to her if she continued to refuse?

If it was just a matter of herself, she might have folded, and simply found a good reason to kill him. The worry, however, was Kyllian. His actual goal. 

Thus far, the man had kept his silence on the state of her. And while she had no proof, she still suspected his hand in it. The timing too convenient, and the message too clear. Mere bandits would have been less interested in simply beating her and releasing her. But this?

This was like a warning shot past an elongated ear: If you do not concede to what I want, I will ruin you, and your house, and then no one will be able to protect your brother. It was a message she received well. 

Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t raised to be a mindful, demure lady who simply married and tended house while her husband handled all of the affairs of the barony. And she wasn’t going to simply capitulate without any kind of fight.

And it was with that thought in mind, that she finally thumbed her tomephone, and let it ring, until Lorian’s warm tone rumbled in her ear. She not expected the wash of relief over her that he’d take her call so readily after her own refusals. But it was night now, and so who knew if he'd even indulge her request, inappropriate as the timing was.

“Lorian?” She began. Not Lord Sanguemont. Familiar. Warm. Perhaps a bit contrite. “I think I might need your help. Will you listen while I explain?”

[kapapi-o]

Heaven Sent pt.2

(FemReader x Cyno)

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Part 1 is here.

Pt. 2/?

Des: A continuation of Femreader and Cyno from the brothel au. [1.5k words]

warnings: brief mentions of drug use and implied exploited s+x work.

It's kinda wholesome, trust.

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@scara7102 since u asked, u might shall receive!

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You weren't expecting much when the gray-haired stranger hadn't stopped at the brothel for days. 

It's better this way...you think, but in the back of your mind, a small flicker of hope still burns. No, more like– yearned for a glimpse away from this life. Even in the pathetic form of taking up company with an awkward stranger...it was at least far better than the experience received by other patrons. 

You escape the main hall of the brothel to restock in the pantry. When you entered, in the corner of your eye, you spot a little boy and panic,

“Arman–I told you to hide!” you scolded the young boy. He was barely 5 years old, but he was quite bright for his age. You scan the area clear of anyone and look down to the child, 

“I’m sorry Y/n..” Regret already filling you as you heard his next words, “I was hungry.” His little hands held onto your clothes, and tugged at your heart.

You knelt down to hug him, speaking softly as to not draw attention, “ah, no..It’s okay. I’ll feed you more but you shouldn’t come out while Madam is out there…"

"....if she catches you..then–”

“She’ll take me away…like mom?” you nodded, “Yes, that’s her…” you force a gentle smile to comfort him. 

“Go hide now, okay? I’ll come for you soon,” You brush his hair away from his face and place a chaste kiss on his head. Your worry slowly dissipates as you watch him hide into the only empty cabinet no one bothers to check, then exhale in temporary relief. 

Truthfully, he’s not your son. You promised to look after him if anything happened to her, and it did. Your fellow sister of the brothel was bought and against her will, sent away from her son. Archons know if she’s alive…her letters stopped weeks ago. Either she’s unable to sneak any letters to you at the current moment or…the worse has come to her.

You did one last check to see if you had everything you needed from there before returning to the main hall. Once you were confident that he hid well, you left to return to the very spot you hate.

Thick air and music that buzzes in your ears weren’t enough to distract from the gross feeling of all those perverted gazes on you. Thankfully, none of them could touch you. The madam wouldn’t let them if they had no pretty penny to pay. So, you allowed yourself to drift to the rhythm, hoping that the numbing effect of the ambiance would soon kick in and let your mind leave this place, drift off to an endless myriad…

Another ring goes by the entrance, and you pay no mind to it.

 But then a familiar voice is heard, 

"I'd like her." You quickly twist around to see him and a slight warmth washes over you. That familiar ashy gray hair, tanned complexion that complimented his burning amber gaze. 

He is ushered to you by an ecstatic Madam and you follow along to a room as per usual. 

Once you two were alone, you finally dropped all reserves you put up for that woman and practically beamed at the only other person in the room. 

"I'm sorry I took so long to return. There were issues I had to deal with before I could come back." 

"No, no, please don't apologize!" You rushed out, breathing out a solemn sigh, 

"-you needn't come here anyway, you're not obligated to." Your smile, though unwavering, struck yet another chord to the welcome stranger. But I'm glad you did– you want to say, but no words left your lips. 

Instead, you watch the man stiffened in his place, seemingly apprehensive as he casts his eyes to the floor. Pondering on the right thing to say. You curiously stare at the flickering candle light reflect in those eyes of his as he was in thought, 

"I should probably tell you why I've come here." He finally spoke, meeting your gaze as you sat still and waited for the next thing he had to say. 

"I am the general Mahamatra," you didn't mean to gasp so audibly, but who could blame you for such a shock?

 "...you? the Mahamatra?" 

He nods, never breaking contact from your eyes. He had to be telling the truth…

You had heard rumors of the notorious general and his treatment of wrongdoers. Now that he has leaked this piece of information to you, just what was he going to do with you? Wouldn't this be the part where he threatens you if you told the madam? 

"I’ve been undercover in this area to investigate illegal trafficking activities...among other crimes." He further explains, crossing his arms as he does so. “For months now, I’ve deduced that the main instigators frequent here, and so…”

"I would like to recruit you to be my eyes and ears of this place," He gazes up at your face, the ever-stoic expression with him as he says, "In return, I guarantee you and others like yourself will be freed." 

His serious demeanor does not last long as it quickly morphs to one of surprise when tears begin running down your cheeks. 

"Y-yes...yes," you rushed to answer from fear that he'll change his mind at a moment's pace, but…it was wholly out of gladness, eagerness, and relief. Finally, a way out.

"I'll-..I'll help you in any way I can." You try your best to respond in between the sobs, it feels overwhelming...

Stiffly, he hesitantly raises his hand to pat your back softly. His eyes drooped again to the floor, unsure if his motions were doing anything to be comforting but...ah...it is. Reality would argue that his way of comforting is the equivalent of a person-sized boulder hovering over you, but  it was akin to something of comfort nonetheless,…and that was something you hadn’t had in too long. So you take it, wholeheartedly.

You rubbed your eyes from the tears and glanced at his awkward form next to yours. He looks like, as you can best imagine it; a puppy with ears pressed on its head because the owner is sad. Your sorrow feels a little lighter when you mentally make the comparison and allow a small bit of your happiness to show in the curve of your lips.

He noticed that your sobs had quieted down to sniffles and so, he opted that the best thing to do for you was to continuously rub your back. Then he perks up, perhaps this was his chance–

"How about a joke--" 

"N-no! No, no, this is..quite plenty." You giggled as he absent-mindedly clicked his tongue followed by a disappointed 'ah' right after. 

The session soon commenced into discussions about key targets for his tasks, specifically, men known in the underground of the desert for the crimes he had briefly mentioned. 

"In case you do have…them as clients," he spoke the last part as if he had bile come up his throat, and briefly takes a moment to say the next thing,

"-ingest this into their drink." The amber-eyed man takes out a small sack. You take it from his hand and open it to find little powder-like orbs with an herbal smell to them. 

"When you mix two of those into their drink, the drug will kick in to knock them out. However, depending on the size of the target, the time in which the drug will activate varies, so…" 

"Keep your guard up." You nodded. Your spine shivered in fear…what if you were caught? What if the drug didn't kick in time? 

From the way your hand fiddled slightly with the sack, he could read how you were feeling.

"Nothing will happen to you." To your surprise, you felt a firm grip on your hand as he placed his atop. It was his way of trying to reassure you.

Remembering his promise and what it could mean for you, and Arman…

"Cyno," you spoke out of the blue, and he's unexpectedly glad to hear his name from you as he tunes in,

"If I'm going into this, I have one thing to ask of you." 

If it were for that precious child of your dear friend, then you could probably take on the world.

 After he had heard and agreed to your conditions, that fear left you and you both discussed in detail how this was going to go.

When the day had finished and the stars appeared, you made sure that everyone was vast asleep before letting him come out.

"Cyno?" Arman says. He sat comfortably in your arms as you and he raised your hand up to the moon from the windowsill, staring off in wonder together. 

"That’s his name, little one"

“He’ll help us? like a hero?” he asks, turning to you all giddy. You hummed in response, your heart warming when you saw a little smile form from the round face of the child. 

“Yeah, he’ll help us get out of here. Then aunty can buy you all the candies you want.” you tickled his sides and grinned at his squirming and half-laughs. 

 That cool sumerian evening, the night sky was a lot prettier than when you last saw it. Perhaps it was the stars that seemed to burn brighter now that there was hope coming your way. 

Far away from the brothel, the desert, and its hidden crimes, the moon shone in on a certain hut in the forest.

A young man reluctantly sat at his desk, waiting for his troublesome friend. His fennec ears twitched at the sound of feet landing on the ground. 

That must be him.

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A/N : Part 3 is out!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Me pregunto como interactuaran LMK canon con el au monkey king and the infant XDD seria hilarante que vieran una versión del rey mono tan relajada y seguro de mismo (muestra sus defectos y no los oculta, canon wukong) y que macaco es una madre feroz que hace tapetes con la mirada y que ambos están juntos bjsabd

used DeepL translator this time cus google was acting odd;

"I wonder how LMK canon will interact with au monkey king and the infant XDD it would be hilarious to see such a relaxed and confident version of the monkey king (he shows his flaws and doesn't hide them, canon wukong) and that macaque is a fierce mother who makes mats with her eyes and that the two are together bjsabd."

I have considered scenarios where the Canon LMK characters interact with their Au counterparts XD

Like a glitch in the Wukongverse leads to the canon and the au verses colliding.

Canon & Au MK, at the same time: "Wow! Another me! Why are you in monkey/human form tho? Huh!? I've always been like this! Wait..." Au!MK: "Wait... you're not like a default monkey? That must be weird for mom and dad." Canon!MK: "WHOM???" *cue both MKs screaming. Canon and Au shadowpeach approach one another* Canon!SWK, pokes Au!Wukong's stomach: "Whoa, this version of me has really let himself go..." Au!SWK, annoyed: "And look, this me is still an emotionally immature slob." *grabs canon!Wukong's hand* "You try being half-mortal for twenty years!" *cue a multi-SWK fight. The Macaques watch on* Canon!Macaque, suspiciously: "What about you? How come you look so... content?" Au!Macaque: "Lets just say... I learned to forgive someone." Canon!Macaque: "Ugh. Don't tell me..." Au!Macaque: "I know, I know..."

Neither versions of the characters want to reveal information that could affect the others timelines/relationships too badly, but there's still slip ups...

Especially when the kids are causing havoc around the different Shadowpeach couples.

*Both shadowpeaches are sitting around on FFM. The different kids are play-fighting* Canon!SWK: "So wait, you guys got turned mortal because of some comet?" Au!SWK: "Yeah, its a long story, and we don't wanna give away too much that could like derail your universe." Canon!Macaque: "I think we can handle some interdimensional mayhem." Au!Macaque: "Ok, so it started-" *notices the kids playing a bit too roughly. Mom-voice activates* "QI XIAOTIAN AND LONG XIAOJIAO! You stop fighting like animals this instant!" Au!MK & Mei: "Sorry Bama!!" "Yeah! Sorry!" Canon! MK & Mei: "Uh, yeah sorry!" "Our bad!" Au!Macaque, voice back to normal: "I swear even if we were still immortal, they'd make us age..." Au!SWK: "True that." Canon SWK & Macaque: 0_0 X_0 Canon!Macaque: "Care explaining to me, what the fuck?" Au! SWK & Macaque: "Language!"

Canon Shadowpeach are def a little uncomfortable around, but envious of the Au married couple. Au Wukong and Macaque are very affectionate and have been reconciled for some time. Combined with an odd number of baby Mystic Monkeys around the alternate household, and the canon monkeys have a lot of questions.

Canon!Macaque, helping clean up dinner: "Soooo... when you meant forgive, you and your Wukong sorta...?" Au!Macaque, washing dishes: "Yeah. *Stuff* happened." Canon!Macaque: "In this context; *stuff* meaning your MK?" Au!Macaque: "Yep." Canon!Macaque: "Dang. One more question." Au!Macaque: "Go ahead." Canon!Macaque: "In making your MK, did you and Wukong ba-" Au!Macaque, face bright red: "Not where the kids can hear!! The twins have our ears!" Canon!Macaque, chuckling: "Ok then. I'll take that as a yes." Au!Macaque, still a little flustered: "It involved the comet. Thats all I'm gonna say." Canon!Macaque: "...what??"

Overall everyone is left very confused but with a fresh perspective on things.

Canon Pigsy is jealous that his au counterpart has more employees other than MK (au Wukong and Nezha). Both Tangs are just infodumping with eachother, while the Sandys are drinking tea.

The ones with the biggest shocks I imagine would be the canon kids tho, especially Nezha.

Canon!Nezha: "You look... rougher than me." Au!Nezha, unsurprised: "I imagine that you're still guarding the Map?" Canon!Nezha: "Ehh... not anymore. Wukong stole it." Au!Nezha: "Hmph. And they still let you stay in the Celestial Realm?" Canon!Nezha: "Yes? Why wouldn't they?" Au!Nezha, getting more quiet: "They didn't show me such generosity twenty years ago."

Both Nezhas end up chilling for a while. Canon Nezha is left uneasy after the encounter.

[oscpaistry]

Any chance you’ll write smut for Xavi? I NEED THIS MAN ALIVE ON THIS APP

I dont have a specific request just maybe something rough? If yk what i mean 🥹

If you mean Xavi Simons? Yes i write for him! I dont see Xavi being rough actually, he seems too soft🥹. But ill try to write it!

Its like more soft with a bit of roughness in it! Hope you dont mind! Its my first time writing about Xavi💗

Look at the mess you created.

The two of you laying in bed, on your phones. Xavi put his phone down when he heard you laughing at something.

"¿Qué te ríes?" He asked while his hands snaked under the duvet and up your thighs.(What are you laughing at?)

"Tu mamá acaba de enviarme una foto tuya de bebé en la que vestías un disfraz de payaso. te veías tan linda." You replied as your body jolted at his touch. You looked up at him and saw a grin on his face. He liked it when you were like that. All happy and smiles. It turned him on, fast. (Your mom sent me a baby picture were you wore a clown costume. You looked so cute.)

He snatched the phone out of your hands and put it down somewhere on the bed. He pulled you onto his lap and kissed you slow, but deep. Your tongues finding the perfect rithem, his hands under your shirt, your hands on his neck. You started to unconsciously grinding your hips on him and moaning into the kiss. You felt his lips curl up into a grin against your lips.

"Mira el lío que has creado." He replied. You move your hips back and see his permanent hard-on and a wet spot on his pants. (Look at the mess you created.)

In a few swift movements your naked body was lowering itself onto his naked body.

"Siempre tomándome tan bien, princesa" he said in-between short breaths. You smiled and finally adjusted to him. You started to rock your hips back and forth. Your clit dragging over his pelvic bone. Adding more pleasure to it. He started to hold eye contact with you. His hands glued to your hips and saying almost incoherent sentences. (Always taking me so good, princess)

He said things like : "buena niña" "Mi niña hermosa" "mi persona perfecta" (good girl, my beautiful girl, my perfect person)

Then his eyes switched from being filled with lust and love, to darkness. His hips meet yours. He started to pound into you. Rough. His hands gripping your ass. Probably leaving bruises. Your head falling into his neck and moaning into his neck. His pace was rough. What you liked of course.

"Háblame, bebé. En español" He said while you felt his hot breath fanning your ear. You moaned and started to talk. (Talk to me, baby. In spanish)

"Xavi, siempre me haces sentir tan bien. Siempre tan dentro de mí" you tried to say, but stuttered because how good he felt. He started to get louder and louder. You felt him twitching inside of you. (Xavi, always making me feel so good. Always so deep inside of me)

You kept on talking.

"Buen chico" "Vamos. Correte dentro de mi xavi" (good boy, Come on, cum inside of mr Xavi)

He pounded one last time into you and without any warning you felt his seed deep inside of you. Your name was the only thing you heard. That is what sent you over the edge. Your climax washes over you. Your legs trembling.

"¿Estás bien?" He asked you while his thumbs drawing circles on your thighs. You nod and simply smile at him. You lay down on his chest and drifted into sleep. (Are you okay?)

The last thing you heard before you felt asleep was,

"Me encanta cuando me hablas español. Y te amo mucho." He said in a whisper. He kissed your head and you both fell asleep. You cant express your love for him. You love him to much. (I love it when you speak Spanish to me. And i love you so much.)

[pollenallergie]

My mind is a minefield right now, so I’ve been hyperfixating on skincare as of late (as I usually do when life gets tough). As a result, I’ve been thinking about what some of current comfort characters’ skincare routines would be (or, more accurately, if they would even have a routine). Since it’s been a while since I’ve written anything substantial, I decided to write down some of the thoughts I’ve been having about their potential skincare routines. So… Enjoy! Hopefully this isn’t too niche; I know not everyone is as obsessed with skincare as I am.

Eddie Munson doesn’t have a skincare routine…

Or, at least, he didn’t have one back when he was younger.

From the ages of twelve to about forty, Eddie’s skincare routine was nonexistent. He hardly ever washed his face and, when he did, it was just with the same bar of Irish Spring that he used for his body. He also hardly ever used lotion, or, rather, he hardly ever used it for its intended purpose (if you catch my drift). Eddie did, however, frequently use sunscreen, but only during the summer months, only because he absolutely hated getting sunburns, and only the shitty kind that’s practically always on sale at the drugstore (I’m looking at you Banana Boat). Also, he only started using sunscreen in his twenties because, prior to that, the only thing that was really available was “sun tan lotion,” which hardly provided any protection at all. In fact, the best form of skincare he did at that time was occasionally putting vaseline on his lips during the winter months. Safe to say, he took horrible care of his skin during his youth.

Now that he’s older, though, he definitely has a skincare routine. Whether he was introduced to the wonders of skincare by his kid(s), you, the powers of the internet, or some combination of those three is up for debate. Point is, he’s now in the know about skincare and, as a result, has even developed a routine of his own. It’s a basic four-step routine, nothing too fancy - just a gentle cleanser, moisturizer, toner, and sunscreen - but Eddie doesn’t feel right leaving the house without having gone through every step of it.

He even has a nighttime skincare routine. Granted, it’s just his daytime routine sans SPF, but he still likes to think that it counts. His nighttime routine once also included an anti-aging/anti-wrinkle cream, but then, one day, you told him about how much you adore the wrinkles he already has (just some creases in his forehead, some crows feet, and some smile lines) and, now, he doesn’t mind the idea of getting new ones quite so much anymore.

Ralph Penbury has a very elaborate skincare routine, one that even rivals that of his sister. Firstly, he starts off his morning by simply washing his face, typically with a gentle cleansing cream. He then moves onto shaving using his favorite, hand-whipped sandalwood shaving foam and silver-plated, double-edged razor. Because he’s rich and also incredibly meticulous, Ralph also uses a straight razor specifically for shaving his neck. Once he’s finished shaving, he applies some sandalwood-scented aftershave balm to help keep his skin moisturized. He then follows this by strategically massaging his face for about ten minutes to help liven up his complexion, which is a trick he learned from his mother’s maid. Next, Ralph applies his favorite skin tonic, one which has witch hazel in it to keep any breakouts at bay. After that, he pats some Special Astringent into his skin to firm it up, which he then follows with the Elizabeth Arden Muscle Oil that he stole from his mother. Next, Ralph applies his favorite moisturizer, his favorite lip salve, and some sun protection; his preferred product is the Novena Sunproof Créme from Helena Rubenstein. Then he applies a thin sheen of powder to even out his skin tone and prevent any unwanted shine. He also applies some deodorizing talcum powder from Yardley to his body. Finally, Ralph finishes his morning routine by dabbing on a Penhaligon’s eau de toilette, likely one scented with bergamot or something woody.

Of course, that’s only for his morning routine.

For his afternoon routine (yes, he has an afternoon routine), re-cleanses his skin by applying his cleansing cream to a cotton pad, which he has dampened with his favorite tonic, and swiping it gently across his skin. He then reapplies his favorite moisturizer and some more Muscle Oil to his face before settling in for his daily afternoon nap. Exactly thirty minutes later he re-emerges from his bed to go pat some more of his tonic into his skin before reapplying his sun protection and his lip salve, and, then, re-powdering his face.

Importantly, he also uses a lavender-scented, coconut oil-based hand cream throughout the day, usually applying it after he washes his hands.

Lastly, his night routine is a bit more simplistic. Ralph begins his nighttime routine by taking a warm bath, during which he washes his body with his favorite bar of moisturizing, lavender-scented soap from Yardley. Then he moisturizes from head to toe with a lavender-scented moisturizer, something he also stole from his mother, before applying his After Shower Powder. Then, he begins to pay particular attention to his face once more by cleansing his skin with his cleansing cream, just as he did during his previous routines. He then follows this by patting some skin tonic and Special Astringent into his skin much like he did during his morning routine. Ralph then applies some more anti-wrinkle cream, lip salve, and moisturizer, putting a bit more than necessary so it’ll soak in overnight. To cap it all off, if his skin has been particularly dry lately, he then applies some of the Orange Skin Food from Elizabeth Arden to help keep his skin well-hydrated while he sleeps.

I love Ralph Penbury with my whole heart, but boy is he extra in just about everything he does. Honestly, that kind of makes me love him more.

Billy Knight’s skincare routine sort of fluctuates with his mental state. When he’s in a more depressive state, skincare becomes entirely irrelevant. However, when he’s in a more manic state, skincare can sometimes become a compulsion, though it typically just becomes irrelevant much like it is during his depressive states. When his moods are more stable, though, he does pretty well at keeping up with a decent routine. Some mornings he’ll use a basic cleanser and follow it up with one of those lotions that’s meant for your face and body, though he really only uses it on his face. Typically, though, he just uses the cleanser in the shower and applies the lotion once he gets out, mostly because he doesn’t like how water always gets everywhere when he washes his face in the sink. Billy also sometimes puts vaseline on his lips before bed, but usually only in the winter when they’re more prone to getting dry and cracked. All three products were acquired at random from the nearest pharmacy.

Tom Grant’s skincare routine is truly tragic. To start, he washes his face in the shower every morning with the same bar of soap he uses for the rest of his body. Coincidentally, that’s also where his skincare routine usually ends. The man almost never puts lotion on and, when he does, he only applies it to driest spots on his body and nowhere else. Tom’s not totally awful when it comes to skincare, though. He does, at least, wear sunscreen, but only during the summer when he knows he’ll be outside for a while, and he reapplies it very infrequently. He’ll also do a face mask with you if you offer him one. But that’s about the full extent of skincare for him.