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dearmisshoney · 2 months ago

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caught red-handed (and rock hard)

synopsis. when theo sneaks into your room looking for a charger, he finds something way more interesting — your provocative polaroids. caught in the act, he might as well make the best of it. one thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're both tangled in a mess of teasing, dirty words, and desperate grinding. if you thought he was only good at pissing you off, well… think again.

pairing. brother’s bsf! theodore nott x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, brother’s best friend!theo nott, dry-humping, enemies-to-lovers tension, degradation & teasing, slight praise (but mostly just theo being a cocky bastard), tit worship (theo is OBSESSED), rough sex, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it tho!!), dirty talk, name-calling (bella, slut, amore), overstimulation & slight dumbification (?), theo begging because he’s down BAD, messy, desperate, absolutely filthy

word count. 3.2k

a/n. first time writing! english is not my first language, so sorry for that! special thanks to my lovely ari (@nottsangel) for encouraging me to write and for making my (horny) gears turn in my head with her sexy blog! <3

aftermath | more brother's bsf! theo

“stop moving, jackass!” theo hissed, tightening the grasp on mattheo’s limp arm around his shoulders to steady his body. “where the fuck are your keys, mate?” he mumbled again, digging his other hand deeper in mattheo’s front pockets. it was just his luck that mattheo drank himself dumb and, as the ever-caring friend he was, theo had to drag him back to his house.

“hic– dig a little lower, sweetheart, and you will find the treasure itsel—” mattheo started seductively, and it was clear he was completely gone out of this world. whatever fantasy he was living right now, theo was having none of it. a nice and hard step on his shoe made mattheo frown and moan in pain, his dreams shattered. it also made the key to the front door magically slip into theo’s hand.

finally, he could leave this fool and go to his own place in peace.

luckily for theo, it seemed that you were nowhere to be found. probably out at a party, just like the two of them were minutes ago, perhaps drunk out of your mind, or possibly already snoozing on one of your friend’s couch, already blacked-out. not that he cared what your situation was, really.

dropping mattheo’s heavy body on his bed, theodore contemplated helping him out of his clothes, but when mattheo started calling him sweetheart again and threatening him with a good time, he swiftly stepped away from the bed.

“where’s your charger, mate?” he asked, more or less to himself, aware that his bloke of a friend was too drunk to answer him. looking around his cluttered desk and messy carpet, theo searched for any sign of a cable, but nothing of the sorts was to be found.

that stuck-up brat might have one, he thought, and that’s how theo found his way to your room. he knew the path like the back of his hand, and even after the few drinks he had, his stride was confident and unwavering. he has been there on multiple occasions, mostly running little errands for your lazy brother, yet he also beelined for your room on those days when he wanted to pour his frustration out on a seemingly innocent victim. seemingly, as you also do your best — or worst, in that case — to annoy the shit out of nott every time he stopped by your house.

“she’s definitely out.” he sighed as he sneaked into your room, door immediately bumping into a pile of clothes you’ve left on the floor while picking the perfect outfit for your outing.

the familiar aroma of your perfume entered his nostrils at a similarly fast rate, and he inhaled in deeply without even a second thought. he always loved the way you smell, and it pissed him the fuck off. it was sweet, but not too sweet; it was mature, erotic — yet not too vulgar; it was a mystery to him why he found himself attracted to your fragrance every time he registered it.

“looks like someone will have the surprise of their life.”

theo chuckled as he zeroed into the garments on the bed, three sets of bras all scattered aimlessly all over the sheets. no bra, something you usually do, and something theo can’t help but appreciate. be it your own comfort or simply your disregard for external opinions, he was glad you ditched bras on a daily basis. indeed, you make his blood boil with your bitchy remarks and spoiled attitude, but the sight of your freed tits under whatever excuse of a shirt you choose that day instantly rewires and redirects that blood lower and lower to his cock.

too bad he won’t see you tonight.

“charger.” he promptly reminds himself as he redirected his attention to your desk, full with opened make-ups and all sorts of products. messy just like her brother. and, by the looks of it, charge-less just like him. such a big desk, yet no charger for poor theodore’s phone. he was already on enemy territory, so he might as well check your drawers for it, just in case.

holy fucking shit.

no charger in your top drawer, but something even better. something he would have never imagine stumbling upon while searching for a mere cable.

very suggestive polaroid pictures. of you. in lingerie.

they were nicely stacked in the very far corner of the drawer, almost like your basic game cards. but nothing about them was basic– fuck, you looked so pretty, and so hot in them. even under the shitty light of the lamppost outside your window.

theo didn’t think twice and immediately turned on the colorful lamp on your desk, the glossy finish of the polaroids now displayed under a soft pink light.

you were so radiant, so confident, and with each and every picture he uncovered, he was sure it was all a dream he’s having while passed out at enzo’s house. he can’t get this lucky on a random wednesday like this.

oh, but he was about to get even luckier, as he finally arrived at the section where you started taking some of your garments off. the view of your bare tits, barely cupped by your palms, pushed forward into the camera lens, made theo let out a needy groan. and, as if the universe was listening to his thoughts, the next one was an even closer shot of the same position, red lips and soft boobs filling the whole picture frame.

if he thought about stealing a couple of the other ones before, he was for sure taking this one and putting it in his wallet.

his fingers gripped the edge of the polaroid tightly, and all he could think about was seeing such a view live. to have your perfect tits in his hands, to cup and squeeze and push them together. to leave wet kisses all over your skin, to place a big bite right on your sternum, to bury his face between them. shit, to put his cock between them as you let him tit fuck you like the slut that you are. maybe you’d actually be nice to him for once. and even if you’re not, he’d just have to push your red lips down hi–

“what the fuck?”

your voice hit him like a truck. the entire lewd image of you completely vanished from his mind, now seeing anger wash all over your figure as you stepped into your room. he registered your voice first, then your perfume, slightly mixed with cigarette smoke, and lastly, your skimpy little outfit.

no bra, just as he deduced.

“the fuck are you doing, nott?” you asked, and in that moment he realized – you caught him.

not only did he break into your room — initially for a very reasonable motive, a charger, but he also rummaged through your stuff, stopping at your personal pictures and acting like a pervert. “have you lost your mind?” it was obvious you were mad; you stomped in your heels all the way to your desk, crushing all your pile of clothes under furious steps. just as you reached your hand to yank the polaroid picture out of his hand, theo beat you to it and raised it so high up, even your shoes did nothing to help you.

“you always posing like a little slut, bella?” he might have been caught red-handed, but he wasn’t the only one: theo caught you too. yeah, you were in no shape or form a prude, yet these polaroids were something even for you. such scandalous pictures, and, unfortunately for you, he now knew about them.

“you always dry-humping desks, nott?” there it was, that smart mouth of yours; always ready with a retort.

you hit the nail on the head with this one, pointing out something he has been doing unconsciously ever since he found your cute pictures. heck, his tent was still pressing against the edge of the desk, offering him some sort of pressure on his aching hardness.

“matty has a desk like this too. go live your depraved wood fantasy in his room.” you scrunched up your nose, disgusted by his behavior, and pointed at the door with your manicured nails. the nice coat of red on your fingernails were the same shade as the ones in the polaroid, and he was now yet again thinking of the way the meaty flesh of your tits spilled between your fingers.

“but i keep the pic–”

“no way.”

“then i am not leaving.”

you visibly scoffed at his refusal, arms crossing over your chest, hips bumping into the edge of your desk. “give me the picture, you, asshole!” you shouted, banging one of your hands against the desk, shaking the polaroids theo has been placing on it for the past few minutes. “give it back and get the fuck out of here!”

oh, if only you could see yourself right now. you were indeed full of rage, throwing daggers at him with your venomous gaze, but you looked so attractive. there was something about the way your hips were resting against the desk, the roundness of your body nicely elevated by the short skirt you were wearing. and your chest, oh lord, your tits were so tightly enclosed in that stretchy tube top, he could see why you decided against wearing a bra. your make-up was a little smudged, but he was glad to see the familiar red shade on your lips.

“get it yourself, slut.” and with that, theo pinched the collar of his shirt and dropped the polaroid down his clothes. did it stop around his torso? did it dip down into his pants? the only way to found out was for you to start exploring.

“you crazy bastard.” now you were fuming.

without wasting any time, you removed yourself from the desk and, putting all your strength into your arms, you pushed nott alll the way to your bed. “don’t move.” you ordered in a serious tone the moment he was seated at the edge of the bed; rebellious theodore nott would never listen to your whiny little commands though, so, of course, he tried to stand from his seat.

“are you stupid, nott?” and with that you pushed him all the way down onto his back, nicely seating your own body straight onto his lap. “don’t do that shit again or i am sitting on you face next.”

“don’t threaten me with a good time, amore.” he had to bite back with that cocky smile of his, but he did not in fact move an inch again.

why would he, when he had you where he wanted you: straddling him, your ass on top of his hard cock, your wandering hands all over his torso, searching for that polaroid, your chest so conveniently close to his face. you were so caught up in your little detective play, you didn’t even feel nott’s warm hands leaving the sheets, sneaking underneath your skirt, and cupping the fat of your ass.

a moan escaped his lips when his nimble hands found your clothed cunt, one of his fingers slowly sliding underneath your thong, lifting it, then letting it slap back against your skin. the sudden action made you jolt on top of him, and the added friction of your body moving on him made his own hips jump upwards. gripping your ass tighter, theo manhandled your hips to his wants, slowly rutting into you at a steady pace.

“no, no– ah–” catching onto what he was doing, you stilled your wandering hands. one of them moved right on top of theo’s, a silent protest for him to stop his teasing and let you be. “d–don’t do that.” but you couldn’t lie to him, not after you whined so loudly at the contact of his bulge with your needy pussy.

“can’t work with a little distraction, hm?” god, he was so mean, mocking you with his usual arrogant tone like he wasn’t affected as well by the whole thing. “you seem to like it though, your hips are moving against me.” and it was true; your hips were subconsciously matching his rhythm, riding his tent at a similar pace, meeting his thrusts with enthusiasm. your poor clit was already so hard from him dry-humping you, and the rough material of his pants felt amazing with every tiny bumping.

“shut it, desk-pervert.”

“will you stop with the bloody desk? it was your pictures that made me rock hard.”

“you shouldn’t have seen them in the first place.” you were so so mean. you mean to say that he wasn’t meant to see your beautiful breasts in their naked glory? he must have heard it wrong, there was no way you’d say that. you were cruel, but not a monster.

“don’t say that, bella.” theo accentuated his favorite pet name for you with a sharp thrust, making you lose your balance and have your chest leaning more towards his face. “how could i live my life without your gorgeous tits, hm?”

“like you did until now.”

“in agony? no more.”

his words made your cunt sloppier, more and more wetness spilling through your sheer thong onto theo’s crotch. your skirt too gave up, already riding upwards on your hips and covering almost nothing. theo could see the way the shape of his cock disappeared between your clothed folds, the top part of his pants peaking at him from time to time with each thrust of yours against his lap.

“let me see those tits, beautiful.” he raised his hands and grabbed the swell of your breast, thumbling over you nipple to convince you to give in fully. “i will make it up to you, trust me.”

there was no denying it. you both needed relief. fast.

with a slight nod and eager eyes, the two of you removed your top — and more — in an instant. his clothes joined yours on the bedroom floor, and now you had no idea which ones were clean and which ones were due a washing.

“oh my fucking god, mi fai impazzire (you drive me crazy)!” straddling him yet again, this time theo had the honor of burying his face between your bare breasts, inhaling that lovely perfume of yours and mouthing at your feverish skin. moving slowly on top of him, now grinding your drenched thong against his bare cock, you allowed theo to worship your breasts like he promised. twisting and pinching each nipple with dexterous fingers, he got them up and perky for his greedy mouth to suck on. “they’re so soft and warm, fuck.”

“don’t ever keep them away from me, understood?” sucking a purple hickey on the side of your breast, theo looked up at you with his blown-out pupils. was it an actual order or was it a plea? either way, theodore nott was whipped for your boobs and you had no chance of escaping his hands and mouth any time soon. “talk to me, pretty.”

“yes, theo.”

“good fucking girl.” he groaned from between your tits, his lips never leaving your tender skin as he started roaming his hands all over your naked body, desperate to leave marks all over you.

his cock twitches against your aching core, your wetness already mixing with his precum and making a mess all over his crotch and abs. the stickiness had your bodies stay glued together, aiding your movements atop of him; feeling every ridge, every vein, every little throb of need.

“you’re fucking soaked, shit.” theo couldn’t handle it any longer, stopping his assault on your breasts and pressing his forehead against your chest in order to ground himself. he needed to feel you fully or he might cum only from humping you.

“let me fuck you, amore! i–” he gripped your hips to stop you from moving, otherwise he might have cum then and there. hoping to finish inside you, he eagerly asks for consent. you wouldn’t say no, right?

“apologize for breaking into my room.”

even horny beyond compare, you were still holding that over his head. such a needy girl you are, yet you seem to be the one controlling the strings right now. theo, ready to protest, could only groan when he felt you moving against him again, letting the mushroomy tip of his cock hit your clit. and, the cherry on top, it even slightly caught onto your entrance on its way back, teasing him with endless possibilities.

so he begged.

“i am so sorry, amore. i am a bastard. please– ah! please let me feel that pretty pussy.”

raising your hips just a bit, you dragged your thong to the side and positioned the tip of his cock right at your entrance. slowly, oh so slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, your cunt warm and welcoming to the intrusion. with each inch swallowed by your pussy, theo’s eyes rolled more and more to the back of his head.

“you feel so good, fuckfuckfuck” theo was about to lose his mind over how great your walls felt against his cock. so hot, so wet; your cunt was sucking him in more and more.

and when you started bouncing on him, he was a goner.

“thank you, amore! fuck, this is heaven!” it could have been all the edging he has suffered while dry-humping, or the couple of drinks he had before, but he was extremely sensitive. his deep groans from before were sometimes substituted by high-pitched whines of pleasure and pain, a great addition to your own sultry moans.

“don’t stop, bella! shitshit” gripping your hips with desperation, he pushed you down onto his cock with more fervor than before, his own hips raising from the mattress and plunging into you at a faster pace. theo was using you like his personal fucktoy, slamming you with force against him, reaching deeper and deeper and bullying that sweet spot of yours with every thrust.

your bed was creaking with the intensity of your movements. your ragged breaths, your chanting moans, your wet squelches around his cock. all of it were increasing second by second, signaling that the end was near.

“look at you, amore! you were made to bounce on my cock.” dipping his head lower to your chest one last time, theo sucked one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. one of his hands sneaked its way down to your clit, rubbing tight little circles against it to make you orgasm.

“cream my cock, pretty! make a biiiig mess for me.”

his words pushed you over the edge and, with one last sharp cry, your orgasm hit you like a truck. your gummy walls clenched like a vice around theo, milking his cock for every last drop. his hips shuttered one last time against your cunt, his load shooting straight inside you shortly after. thick ropes of cum spilled into your pussy, some even dripping around his cock and down onto your sheets.

neither of you moved for a couple of seconds, just staring at one another and at the sticky connection between your bodies, heavy breaths and gasps of air filling the silence.

“i guess you got more than tits, huh, nott?”

“lucky me.”

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#~ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘳 #smut #theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott smut #theodore nott smut #brother's bsf!theo #x reader #fem!reader #slytherin boys #slytherin boys smut #slytherin #slytherin smut #sub!theo #sub!theodore

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luvingsolace · 11 days ago

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I looove the idea of Nico incorporating his language in little things in his life😢

Like for example he solely uses Italian onomatopoeias. A dogs woof woof? It’s Bau Bau for him! Cats meow? It’s a Miao! Pio pio for chicks!

He also constantly literally translates Italian proverbs, leaving everyone but Chiara confused because they simply do not make sense in English. He’s always blabbering about a gifted horse or something about soup and wet bread.

When he uses pet names with Will it’s usually meant to tease, but when he uses them seriously, they are solely Italian ones. You won’t ever catch him saying “baby” or “honey” or “sweetheart”. He calls Will “amore” or “tesoro” or “caro” (he’s an oldie inside). He also stays away from things like “cucciolo” or “pulcino” o “topolino” because he’s simply extremely cringed by them.

He stumbles his toes somewhere? “AHIA” comes out of his mouth. (If not directly a profanity)

He doesn’t know something? “Boh”

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blockedbykei · 10 months ago

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𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

🏐 — hinata shoyo x f!reader

— synopsis: he always had a lot of energy. the boy made out of literal sunshine. but he also knew how to made your knees weak and made butterflies flutter around your stomach

— warning: timeskip!hinata being SUCH A FLIRT (art not mine)

— a/n: now i know hinata would be such a dork when he's older when it comes to girls but lord this FANART i am like melting HNGH

hinata was a ray of sunshine; everyone knew that.

you felt like you'd burn if you get too close to him, your fingertips feeling that gratifying burn when you graze his soft, tan skin. he always managed to bring a smile on your always frowning face, always made you laugh when you felt like crying.

in your eyes, hinata was the kindest man you knew who always had an amicable energy in his veins. that serotonin in your veins, the adrenaline rush in your brain. the one that made your heart pound.

so seeing him tower over you, cheeks flushed, breath of sweet vodka, eyes drooping in some kind of flirtatious approach with his hand beside your head, pressing against the rough texture of a brick wall, you feel butterflies prodding at your knees to weaken them.

his eyes— usually full of exultation, are now heavy with amorous vigor. the corner of his lip is twitched upwards, his other hand using his thumb to graze the skin of your chin, tracing up to rub the moist skin of your bottom lip.

"you..." he murmurs, eyes glancing between your lips to your eyes. you can't help but keep your lips parted, head tilted upwards to look ay him. this feeling is foreign, this sight is bizarre. "do you know how beautiful you are?"

there's a shaky sigh that leaves your lips at that question, your head tilted upwards to look into his eyes. "thank you...?"

"you have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart," he chuckles, his eyelashes fluttering, his voice deep. hinata wasn't lightweight; a few sip of vodka felt like drinking water to him, but you're beginning to wonder what it is that gave him the courage to speak to you like this.

your hands wrap loosely around his wrist, the other on his chest. you feel the hard muscle tense beneath your fingertips. "what do you mean?" you ask, breathless.

"you drive me crazy," he smiles, his bottom lip catching between his lips. "you and your voice, your laugh, your smile, those gorgeous fucking eyes,"

his hand that was on your chin cups your face, his thumb on your cheek, tilting your head upwards so that your lips were directly parallel against his. there's a small sound emitting from the back of your throat that just made him a little smug.

"so, so beautiful," his eyes trace the features of your face, like mapping and placing a pushpin on the parts he loved the best (he loved your entire face). "so gorgeous. fucking stunning."

"shoyo,"

"i want you," he inches closer, nose nudging against yours. "you're everything that i need."

then his lips hover over yours dangerously, like he's tiptoing the edge of a cliff, experimenting the way the skin of his lips graze yours. you want to melt into him, get your fingers lost in his hair, get lost in him.

"can i kiss you?" he almost sounds taunting, like he knows you want him to kiss you. "pretty please, angel?"

"yes," you breathe out, the hand on his wrist coming up to grip his hair. "please."

his lips taste of alcohol, sweet alcohol and him— full of fervor, hunger, desire to take over you, sweet yearning. his tongue wastes no time to graze the bottom of your lip and slip it inside your mouth.

heavy breaths. his body inches closer to yours and locks his legs between yours, the hand against the wall wrapping around your waist to push you against his chest, his mouth moving against yours in harmony.

"shoyo," you murmur against his hot mouth. hinata smiles.

"yeah?"

"nothing," you laugh, rubbing your hand against his chest. "just wanted to say your name."

hinata moves the hand on your cheek to the back of your head, gripping your hair lightly. "i love it when you say my name."

HNMGH reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu fluff #hinata shoyuo #hinata x reader #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata fluff #hq hinata

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dilfsfordinner · 2 years ago

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“Mi amor- ngh, a- ha-” Miguel’s voice was reduced to nothing but ragged syllables slurred together, groans spilling from his lips as he bullied into your now raw and sore cunt.

Scarlet eyes were glued to your face, watching as you writhed beneath him, droplets of sweat sliding down your flushed neck, your eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows drawn up, mouth releasing little pants and moans of his name.

“Y/n- ay carajo-” he choked out, his large hand cupping your cheek to pull your attention back to him, “look at me.” With fluttering eyelashes, your watering eyes opened to latch onto him, a light groan leaving his lips at the look on your face, your expression the effect of his very targeted pace. His hips continued to snap into yours, your knees bent to cradle his shoulders, thighs pressing against your chest in a mangled hold.

Your husband wasn’t someone one would call careful, especially when it came to himself, but with you waiting for him at home he found it his personal duty to always make his way back to you. His recent mission had gone awry and he found himself hanging on the edge between life and death, the image of you in his mind his only motivation to keep pushing, and when he did come back home, you were immediately subject to his burning hunger, his need to protect and prove to himself you were safe only satiable through the form of intimacy you both loved most.

You had been in all sorts of positions already, your current being the favorite, your pliant body bent basically in half to take him. His heavy cock continued to stretch your insides to the limit, every vein lining his shaft catching on the ribs of your walls to ignite hot, blinding pleasure throughout your body.

“Araña, Migs- s’too much,” you panted, your eyes looking down to where you connected, your most sensitive area now red and practically gleaming in your shared liquids, cunt literally sucking him in, skin wrapped taut around his shaft as he pumped in and out. You couldn’t help admire him as he took you, his skin glistening with sweat; his dark hair messy, stray pieces sticking to his forehead; his muscles rippling from exertion, pure strength lining his arms as they cradled you.

“I know-” Miguel whispered, his fingers carding through your hair as he kissed along your neck, “Corazón.. I know you can take it for me.” With his sweet words, he upped the intensity, strong legs aligned with the backs of your thighs as he pushed into you, his thick cock now completely sheathed in you. It was a feeling like none other, some pain mixing with your pleasure to enhance your senses, your lips letting out little cries as he thrusted into you, his cock visible underneath the sheet of skin covering your belly.

His movements seemed endless, every ushered word and tender kiss infinite, the only end you ever felt being the snap of pleasure in your core accompanied by a surge of thick liquid filling you, a heavy body collapsing atop your own. Miguel wasn’t careful, no, but when it came to you, he found his apathy slowly turning upside down into the pounding desire to protect and provide.

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mi amor- my love

ay carajo- oh fuck

araña- spider

corazón- sweetheart

#this man has me in a chokehold #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #he’s just so big

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nikid-aze · 8 months ago

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SLEEPYHEAD ˒˒ ﹙ enhypen ! ﹚

╰┈⪼ in which you sleep with your boyfriend for the very first time.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ enha members! x reader! 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙💬﹚⸝⸝⸝ scenerios/headcannons, soft, established relationship

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ cute members reactions, caring!heeseung, soft scenarios, reassuring!jungwon, cuddling, hair playing, using of pet names (sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, love, mi amor..) neck kisses, clingy!sunoo

wc ‎⸝⸝⸝ 3618 words

rain’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ this is the first time I write something like this so I hope it’s good ! enjoy and spend a good time (Niki’s scenario actually is my favorite 🤭)

all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

𓏲 𖧷ˊ HEESEUNG

autumn days have always been favorites for both of you since you use it as an excuse to spend the day together, cuddle up together and watch lots of movies. a blankets covering your bodies while a bowl of popcorn was on Heeseung's lap, and two hot chocolates were placed on the living room table.

but for once, Heeseung had this desire to organize all of this in the evening, which amounted to saying that you were going to sleep at his place. and that for the first time, which made you quite nervous but you didn't refuse the idea on the contrary, you accepted straight away.

that's why you were currently in Heeseung's bed, the blanket covering your body while your head was against his chest.

you were watching one of his films that he had offered you when you arrived. and only a few minutes later Heeseung had let his arm slide down your waist only to pull you lightly against him.

"are you comfortable enough sweetheart?" Heeseung asked you, wanting to make sure everything was perfect and that you weren't uncomfortable, noticing a shake of his head a smile appeared on his lips. "If you need anything, tell me, I prefer to know that you are really comfortable with the idea of sleeping with me"

"everything is perfect Heeseung. I have cuddles, a great movie and I'm warm against you so I don't need anything else" you ended up responding while your head was still resting against his chest. "mh or maybe a cup of hot chocolate.." you ended up saying.

the moment was really cute, everything he had done for you just before, bringing you countless stuffed animals, making sure you felt comfortable enough in his bed and he even insisted on giving you the most space in the bed, even if it means sleeping in the corner of the bed.

"I'll go right away" he replied upon hearing your request, leaving the bed to go to the kitchen and prepare everything you wanted or what might make you want during the evening. When he came back, he knocked on the door and waited for your response before coming in, noticing at the same time that you had finally worn out your pajamas, which made him smile.

the rest of the evening was absolutely magical, everything was perfect and Heeseung continued to make sure you were comfortable. when you finally fell asleep the movie wasn't even finished, it was when he sat up slightly that he noticed your eyes closed while your head was still against his chest. and, respecting your sleep, he turned off the television and the light next to his bed before trying to fall asleep himself, holding you tenderly against him.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ JAY

when you asked Jay to spend the night at your place, he looked at you without reacting for a few seconds and an embarrassed laugh left your lips. it was the first time you were going to sleep together and, unfortunately, it wasn't him who proposed but you.

"are you sure princess?" he ended up asking you, to which you nodded, certain of what you had just suggested to him. "We've been together for three months Jay, we have to sleep together one day so why not tonight?"

Jay had absolutely nothing against the idea, quite the contrary, but at the moment he was quite nervous. He had never slept with anyone before so he just hoped he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of you tonight, that was probably the last thing he wanted.

as he entered your room a smile appeared on his lips. "your room looks a lot like you, it's really cute and colorful. I love all the photos hanging on the wall, it's really cute" he said before moving closer and noticing that most of the photos were you two, on every date you had had since the start of your relationship.

When it was time to sleep, he didn't necessarily know how to go about it. should he take you in his arms? sit next to you and wait for permission to do anything? he wasn't unfamiliar with the idea of being with someone, only he had always been nervous about sleeping with his girlfriend and this time you were the first one he was going to sleep with.

noticing how uncomfortable he seemed to be, you ended up taking his hands in yours and sliding them around your waist, showing him that there was nothing wrong. "normally it's up to the girl to be in this state, not you Jay.." you said before laughing but you were quickly stopped because Jay's lips were pressed against yours.

"I'm not uncomfortable.." he replied, finally separating himself from your lips, "I just hope the night goes well, it's the first time we've slept together so I don't want to ruin the moment."

and he wasn't wrong about that. Jay had always been the type to do everything perfectly, so he obviously wished that the first night with you would be as perfect as he had imagined.

"well.. you're with me and I'm in your arms so this is probably the best night I'll ever have" a smile appeared on your lips as you said that while you looked at Jay in the most adorable way possible.

the night continued and strangely, after hearing your words Jay was much more at ease and, in fact, he hadn't stopped kissing you. so much so that you couldn't even remember when you fell asleep, but indeed, it was the best night you could have had.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ JAKE

to say that Jake hadn't thought about this moment would possibly be a lie. as soon as you accepted his proposal, he began to imagine how this could happen.

And inevitably when the day came he had spent most of the day thinking about it. How could he not think about it when you will be against him, in his arms for the whole night?

"Jake are you even listening to me?" Did you end up saying, which made him leave his reverie, "I really don't want to fail my exams but I have the impression that I won't be able to do it.."

"Ah no, we're not talking about exams this evening and you know that," he replied, taking out his keys and opening the door. "Tonight is a romantic evening so no talking about exams"

"But Jake it's not funny! I'm really afraid of missing them! Imagine I..." quickly one of Jake's hands was on your lips and, once again you asked why he was so keen that you weren't talking about exams. But when you raised your head you quickly understood.

"Not another word about exams or you end up sleeping on the couch instead of with me" he used as a way to make you stop talking while removing his hand from his lips.

"It's called blackmail Jake!" You finally said but he didn't want to listen to you anymore. Instead he just laughed as he picked you up from the ground and headed towards his room. "And what's more, it's a hostage-taking!" Did you scream.

"For this to be a hostage situation, you would have to disagree, except that you agreed to sleep with me"

Soon you were both under the covers, and after a little bit of arguing because of his lame jokes, you both ended up in each other's arms.

You had nothing against sleeping with Jake, it was one of the things you looked forward to but strangely once in his arms, you felt a knot in your stomach because of shyness and you found the slightest way to hide from him.

And strangely he didn't make fun of you, he found you adorable, quite the contrary. And knowing that you were quite reactive, he allowed himself to come and tickle you, which quickly made you react. "Jake stop, that's painful!" you said suddenly which directly made him laugh.

"I'll stop if you're not so shy, sweetie," he allowed himself to respond while continuing his tickling, which quickly stopped since you were moving a little too much and he was afraid of getting hit.

And fortunately he ended up stopping because you quickly returned to his arms, and it was when he raised your head that he realized how lucky he was to have you. And quickly he kissed you.

He even allowed himself to come and kiss your neck, to tease you a little before you ended up sleeping and, seeing how red you had become, he laughed and kissed the tip of your nose. "Strangely, Madam doesn't say anything anymore."

"Madam says you need to sleep, just like me.." you responded by separating from him, afraid that he would do it again, but you quickly regretted your decision and returned to his arm.

And it was after a long moment of cuddling that you both fell asleep. And Jake was right, the moment was surely as pleasant and perfect as he had imagined during the day. It was even much better than he had imagined.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ SUNGHOON

maybe Sunghoon used the fact that it was raining heavily to make you stay at his place for the night. he had always been the type to be romantic for any occasion, and, the idea of you having to walk home while it was raining like this was almost impossible for him.

except that, since nothing was prepared in advance you had no business of your own for the night and to tell the truth you felt quite stressed since, although Sunghoon had used the rain as an excuse, you had never slept with him before and didn't know how everything was going to happen.

except that, because you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize that Sunghoon was going back and forth throughout his apartment to find you things for the night. and it was when he came back to you that you noticed that he had a girl's pajamas in his hands.

"How come you have pajamas already ready for me Sunghoon?" you asked when you were quite confused about where these pajamas came from although you ended up taking them in your hands.

"I bought one a few weeks ago thinking that you would end up sleeping at my house... I just didn't think that it would be because of a rain" he replied, laughing softly, perhaps realizing- It's odd that he keeps some pajamas for you, just in case.

"oh.. that's really nice Sunghoon thank you very much" you replied with a smile, getting up to place a kiss on his lips before heading to his bathroom so you can change. and you had barely put it on when you noticed that Sunghoon had chosen the right size, so he remembered your clothing size.

As you came out of the bathroom, you noticed Sunghoon sitting on the couch, almost as if he had been waiting for you, and actually he had been waiting for you. seeing you come out of the bathroom he almost rushed towards you to take you in his arms and quickly leave for the bedroom. and his actions directly made you laugh since Sunghoon usually didn't act like that. he never acted like that actually.

then quickly you were both under the covers, one of his arms slipping around your waist as he made sure you were comfortable and almost every time wondering how you felt when he moved to your side or that he moved his arms around your waist, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"good night mi amor.." Sunghoon had whispered in your ear, noticing that you were slowly falling asleep while he placed a kiss on your cheek.

"good night Sunghoon.." you replied as you were already falling asleep in Sunghoon's arms, loving the way he held you in his arms.

and after several minutes, Sunghoon himself had finally fallen asleep too, holding you close to him, while his head rested against your shoulder. and even in sleep you were both adorable.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ SUNOO

Sunno had always been quite clingy as a boyfriend, not that you didn't mind, on the contrary. you loved it when Sunoo spent most of his time wanting to cuddle you, hold your hands in his, or any other way to have physical contact with you. he was really cute.

the problem is that, when you offered to spend the night at his place, you hadn't thought about this detail. since even though during the day sunoo was really adorable with all his actions and the way he wanted to have any physical contact with you, at night it was something else entirely.

as soon as you were seated with him, a series on the television, he almost immediately moved closer to you and came to give you countless kisses on the cheeks or even hugs. something which at first was really adorable, then with the angel face he gave you every time, it was almost impossible to say no to him or refuse his cuddles.

except that the more time passed, the more you felt that sleeping next to him for the first time was going to be complicated if he was this clingy with you. "Sunoo, I really love your hugs but if I want to sleep it's quite complicated given how you hold me against you.. can you hold me a little less tightly please?" you asked him just before seeing him stand up, looking at you quite confused.

"Does that make you uncomfortable? Sorry, that wasn't what I wanted.." he replied, realizing that he had potentially made you uncomfortable with his too many hugs or kisses. . "no..! no not at all Sunoo I love your hugs I told you.. it's just that you hold me too tightly and it's not very comfortable to breathe.. so we can continue cuddling doesn't really bother me, but please hold me a little less hard."

and with your words you took his arms in your hands, loosening his grip around your waist to show him how you wanted him to hold you against him. "like that it’s perfect Sunoo.. you sometimes hold me a little too hard against you so it hurts a little.. but if we both sleep next time don't hold me as hard.."

you ended up turning around, noticing that he was sad to hear you say that, and inevitably you placed a kiss on his lips trying to reassure him. "Hey we can continue to cuddle sunoo.. if I hadn't loved you I would have moved away from you and yet I'm still in your arms okay?"

"okay.. sorry I didn't realize that I could maybe hurt you by holding you against me.. I promise I will be careful from now on but if we sleep together I refuse to let you go to the other end of the bed. I need to have you against me love.." he replied to you as he placed kisses on your cheeks again before finishing with your lips.

"I know that sunoo and it's really adorable.." you replied in turn.

and after twenty minutes of talking you both ended up falling asleep against each other, your head resting against his chest as he held you close. and strangely, even in his sleep he hadn't held you so tightly since you told him of your discomfort.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ JUNGWON

as soon as jungwon had opened the door to his room you felt this knot in your stomach appear while you were more and more stressed at the idea of sleeping next to your boyfriend.

Jungwon had always taken the time to reassure you when he offered to sleep with you, because he knew how nervous you could be no matter the situation when you were both in the same room. Not only are these quite disturbing things happening between you, quite the contrary! but because you had reactions due to your former relationship.

so obviously, as soon as you had settled into bed he placed himself directly beside you, his arm placed around your waist and placed a kiss on your cheek before noticing that, despite your comfort, you still had doubts about what could happen.

"eh.. sweetheart I'm not doing anything serious you know that I've explained it to you at least five times today.." he whispered next to your ears trying to reassure you. "do you want us to watch a movie? a series? read a little book to reassure yourself and calm down before we sleep? are you comfortable enough in my bed?"

"Jungwonie.. I'm fine I promise.." you replied almost immediately, a smile gently appearing on your lips as you raised your head to look at him. "a movie can be perfect and yes I'm comfortable Jungwon don't worry.. I'll eventually get comfortable as it goes along it's just strange sleeping with you for the first time.."

"kitten.. I'm going to tell you how many times that you're here just to reassure you and make sure that you're okay during the night so you have no problem, and if things don't go well during the night you just need to wake me up and I'll be here for you okay?"

noticing that you weren't responding, jungwon quickly took the remote and turned on the tv then left the remote for you to choose a movie for you to watch.

you quickly took the remote and after ten minutes of trying to find a movie, you ended up finding a movie that you loved so obviously you started it directly, hoping that Jungwon wasn't going to say anything against it, but he remained silent and placed a kiss on your cheek to reassure you.

then, as time passed and the more you were in the film, you were more and more comfortable with the idea of sleeping with your boyfriend that night and your head ended up resting against his shoulder and his hand came to play with your hair. "you're adorable sweetheart.." he whispered, smiling.

but you didn't necessarily react since you started to fall asleep against him, and noticing your state he let you fall asleep tenderly, loving to see you finally being at ease with him and, he continued to play with your hair until he fell asleep himself, holding you close to him.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ NIKI

when you told Niki that you wanted to sleep with him, he didn't know what to answer while he was trying to find out if you were serious or not. with you Niki could go through all the emotions so obviously, at first he just thought it was just one of your jokes.

"no Niki I'm really serious this time! I really want us to sleep together for just one night please!" you begged as you took his hands in yours and looked at him with the most adorable gaze.

"so it's really not a joke you're playing on me? you really want to sleep with me?" he asked you, almost forgetting that he was your boyfriend.

"but yes!! go this evening, please! plus you're already home, and my mother would be so happy to see you stay!" you used as an argument, hoping he would take you seriously.

and that's how you ended up in your room, the two of you while the television was on but you weren't really watching.

It had been four hours since you discussed this, and Niki still couldn't understand how serious you were about this. he was still lost in thought wondering why.

then quickly the blow of a pillow hitting his face brought him out of his thoughts. How could he not have thought of that? a laugh left his lips when he saw you gripping your pillow while looking at him with a smile, and he quickly understood that you were challenging him.

so quickly he grabbed one of the pillows in turn, and quickly the calm of the room had disappeared while you were both having a pillow fight and giggling like children. after all, acting like children was the best thing you two knew how to do when you were together, so these kinds of activities weren't surprising between the two of you.

It must have lasted too long, or it was simply because you were making too much noise, laughing and screaming like children, but your mother ended up appearing in your room, seeing you both armed with your cousins. standing on your bed. and when you noticed it you quickly froze, hoping she wasn't upset.

and she wasn't. Your mother had simply said that it was late and that you had better go to sleep. to which you answered yes, and while she was still looking at you you finally calmed down and hid under the covers. then she ended up going back to her room.

"I was the one who won anyway.." Niki ended up whispering about the pillow fight you had just come to do. "No, it's me who won.." you replied, whispering too.

except that, being two children, you and Niki had almost started hitting each other with your pillows again, but noticing your movement, Niki had stopped you, taking your hands in hers and quickly her lips were against yours.

"I don't think we can really start again so we'll stop there pretty girl.." he whispered against your lips, and strangely his kiss calmed you down. you ended up kissing him too.

then, after little kisses you ended up falling asleep in each other's arms. Forget your actions as children, even if the next day everything was going to start again for the whole day..

thanks you for reading all of this it’s really sweet ! hope that you liked each of the members scenarios and that you enjoyed reading !

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anyways loves you, see you soon !! 💗

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greengoblinswifey · 3 months ago

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Luigi’s first Valentine’s Day Away

The prison’s visitation room was cold, sterile, nothing like the warm, intimate settings you had imagined for your Valentine’s Day together. But as soon as your eyes met Luigi’s through the glass, everything else faded into the background.

He looked good, tired, maybe, but still him, still the man who made your heart race even from the other side of the table. His lips curled into a soft smirk as he took you in, his gaze lingering on the delicate gold chain around your neck, the pendant resting just above your heart—his name, Luigi, etched in cursive.

“You’re wearing it,” he murmured.

“Of course, I am,” you said, voice trembling slightly as you clutched the necklace. “I love it. I love everything you sent me.”

The roses, large and fragrant, had arrived that morning, alongside a beautifully written card in his handwriting, words that made you cry the second you read them. And then there was the necklace, something to keep him close when he couldn’t be.

“I’m glad you did, sweetheart,” he said, his voice softer now, his thumb tracing along your collarbone before he cupped your face, his eyes scanning yours, taking you in because he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to again.

You swallowed hard, blinking back tears as you forced a smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lu.”

His expression faltered just slightly, a flicker of pain in his eyes before he covered it with a slow exhale. “Happy Valentine’s Day, amore.”

Your breath hitched at the sound of the pet name, familiar and comforting, yet aching with the reality of your separation.

“I miss you,” you admitted.

His jaw clenched for a second before he spoke. “I miss you so much, amore.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment, just soaking each other in, making the most of stolen time. Then, Luigi smirked slightly, tilting his head. “You look beautiful, you know.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Stop, Lu.”

“I mean it,” he said. “Even like this, even here, there’s no one else I’d rather be spending today with.”

Tears spilled before you could stop them, and he sighed before pulling you into his arms. His embrace was solid, his scent familiar even in this place. You buried your face in his chest, gripping the fabric of his orange shirt like you never wanted to let go.

He pulled back to look at you, his fingers brushing a stray tear from your cheek before he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was deep, full of everything words couldn’t say.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his hands still holding you close. “It’s not forever,” he promised. “I’m coming back to you, amore.”

You nodded, squeezing the pendant between your fingers, holding on to every word.

“I know,” you whispered. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I love you, angel,” he said, a smile on his lips.

“I love you too, Lulu.”

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mattyriddlesbitch · 1 year ago

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What Pet Names I Think The Slytherin Boys Use

Draco I think would call you darling and love or my love on the regular. I think he'd like to jokingly call you princess or my queen when you're acting like a brat or if he wants something, like he's trying to persuade you.

Tom would 100% call you doll and I stand by that. I don't think he'd be too fond of pet names to begin with. But I do feel like he would relent if you asked him to, but only on special occasions.

Mattheo would definitely be using every pet name he can think of. Princess, darling, angel, baby, sweetheart. Any of them. He loves calling you pet names and loves when you blush to them. He also would call you dumb ones to make you laugh or annoy you, like cupcake, dumpling, care bear, anything he can think of.

Blaise, and I will die on this hill, will definitely call you ma. I think that's his favorite. But, like Mattheo, he would also use dumb ones, but just everyday. "Hey, sweet pea, what are you up to?" Waking up in the morning? "Good morning, my little snuggle bear."

Enzo is all for sweet pet names, like sunshine, angel, beauty. He loves any that gets you to melt. I think he also likes animal type ones, like ladybug, bunny, or birdie, more for his amusement, though. He likes when you roll your eyes or smile at them.

Theodore. Oh, Theodore. Italian. Cara mia(my darling/beloved), principessa(princess), mi amore(my love). He's all for pet names in Italian. And he would die if you called him any back in Italian. I also feel like he'd give you one off of a memory you have together. Like, if you two were baking cookies together and it went horribly, he'd be calling you cookie for a few weeks. You were playing around outside and tripped and fell in flowers? He's calling you my flower for a while.

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #thedore nott x reader #theodore nott #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader

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sheyfu · 11 months ago

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𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚? 🌹

— 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂!𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 [𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾]

— 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌/𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎

— 𝖿𝗍. 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝖾, 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗒𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗂, 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗎, 𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗒𝗈𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂, 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈, 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗁𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖺, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾

𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 :))

itoshi sae: amor (love), mi vida (my life), mis amores (my darling)

sae isn’t much of a talker. but when he does open that mouth of it, words of trust and love flow out from his lips (at least that’s the case for you.)

itoshi rin: y/n, stupid, dumbass

while all of these sound derogatory and basic, it’s just how rin expresses his love for you. it’s not that he doesn’t like to call you pet names (he calls you "love" once in awhile), he just doesn’t get why you have to call your lover by other terms?!@# he just wants to keep it simple. (plus he loves your name so much ueueueue)

shidou ryusei: darlin’, sweets, doll

yup the typical fuckboy pet names. i don’t even have an explanation as to why but he loves calling you these (especially sweets).

kaiser michael: mein liebling/schatz (my darling), mein liebe (my love), mein herz (my heart)

mikka LOVESSSSSSSSS calling you these on a daily basis to the point some of his teammates (noa and even isagi 😭) even call you these instead of your name (he gets extremely jealous and pouty).

bachira meguru: baby, bee, sweetheart

ah yes, the typical corny ass pet names. some people might yuck it but in bachira’s words, ‘don’t yum my yuck’ (you told him it was yuck my yum). no one can stop him, he’s just too in love with you (plus he calls you these to spite kaiser).

isagi yoichi: princess, babe, sunshine

here comes the king of cringe yoichi. now, he doesn’t see anything wrong with these; it’s just the people around him are making a big fuss about these. they’re really cute! and his partner’s really cute too!

mikage reo: love, darling, sweetheart

he likes calling you simple, yet classy endearments. his favourite one to call you tho is definitely ‘love’. simple endearments for a lovely guy indeed.

nagi seishiro: babe, y/n, darl’

now, seishiro doesn’t really like talking which is why these are really simple (but they’re so cute with the way he drags them out like “baaaaaaaabe” or “y/nnnnnnn”). but when he’s in a silly goofy mood (especially when he finishes a game), he’ll call you darl’ or just darling with a stupid smirk on his face.

chigiri hyoma: love, stupid, y/n

i just imagine hyoma to be a silly lover. someone who you can playfully banter with and someone you can love without limits. he’s just a simple guy. (he WILL beg you to buy him his hair care materials, comb his hair and style his hair).

baro shoei: princess, darling, bunny

he says these to rile you up and make you all blushy and giggly. that’s it. that’s the explanation mhm mhm.

kunigami rensuke: princess, love, my dear

he’s a BIIIIIIIIIIIG softie in my eyes. he’s so soft-spoken and HSAASFDIS i can hear him say these im not even kidding (i’m delusional)

OKAY YAYYY ANOTHER BANGER POSTED!! (will post more btw HUHDUHIEJROA) i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! thanks for being here and hope to see you again! comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated <3 (what the hell thats a lot of tags 😭😭)

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creptolli · 10 months ago

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Pet names from the entire CoD ensemble (TF141, Los vaqueros, Graves, Alex & Farah, Hadir, Valeria..)

because it’s actually painful when I see someone use one that I could not imagine hearing from them (no hate it’s my problem not anyone else’s 😭🙏)

A/N: y’all I’m not from any of the character’s countries meaning idk standard terms of endearment in their countries/languages (о´∀`о) - especially the Arabic ones

Also, I may do another one with Makarov, Nolan, König (ew), Horangi and anyone else y’all want!

@medic--main for you :33

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

MY BABY (anywho)

- definitely uses ‘Love, Lovey, Babe, Baby’

- could hear him possibly saying ‘Darling’

- maybe ‘Sweetheart’

- honestly probably wouldn’t use his lover’s name as much to their face. More while referring to them.

- If you ever got married, he would 100% jokingly yell “HUSBAND/WIFE!!” Whenever someone wanted to speak to you.

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

- y’all idk Spanish but if you have any ideas for pet names in Spanish then yes.

- ‘Amor, Corazón, Cariño’ [Love, Heart, Darling]

- ‘Darling’ is something that could be heard at points in time but likely not when dating, more married.

- would interchange between ‘Amor/Love’ in conversations.

- Would use your first name a lot, especially when other people are around. It’s not that he’s insecure or anything, he just prefers using your name.

Phillip Graves

- ‘Sweetheart’ violent screaming

- ‘Darling’ more violent screaming

- Could at times use ‘Baby, Love’

- rarely says ‘Babe’ instead of ‘Baby’

- ‘Honey’ <33

- ‘Doll’ or ‘Dolly’

RHAJGDISHDUAUDHSB IM GOING INSANE

- honestly wouldn’t use your name a lot, sure sometimes when he’s in conversation with others, but even then he just says ‘the missus/mister’ or ‘my sweetheart’

- would sometimes tease you when you’re dating by using your last name rather than your first name when wanting your attention. Idk it’s an authority thing. 😏

John Price

- ‘Darling, Love, Sweetheart’ melts

- again, before you took his last name (or he takes yours), he would call you by your last name.

- ‘Lovey’ when he wants to be a pain tease

- in marriage he would often say ‘Sweetie’

- sometimes uses ‘Honey’ or ‘Hon’

- sometimes he would use your first name.

Alex Keller

RAHHH MY LOVE <333

- ‘Babe, Baby’ an insane amount.

- Sometimes, but not often, ‘Love’

- probably uses stupid names or inside jokes that no one else understands.

- if you speak another language, he 100% try’s to learn it and use names from it (he’s absolutely terrible to the point of it being painful, but he’s adorable in trying nonetheless).

- used your first name a lot, sometimes used your last name as a joke.

Farah Karim

- ‘My Love’ is her go to <33

- never ‘Babe’ but sometimes (rarely) ‘Baby’

- ‘Honey’ or ‘Hon’ especially.

the next ones I got straight off of Google so I apologise in advance if they’re wrong (´；Д；`)

- ‘habib albi’ This term of affection means “love of my heart” - حبيب/حبيبة قلبي

- ‘ya hayati’ “my life” - يا حياتي

I would put more but that fucked up my keyboard and took about 10 minutes (copy and paste was a pain in the ass)

Hadir Karim

- said ‘Babe’ once and immediately regretted it, he thought it sounded stupid. It did

- never ‘Baby’

- sometimes he says ‘Love’ or ‘My Love’

- Has a lot of inside jokes that he uses to make fun of you (he means it in good fun).

- Any of the Arabic words from Farah’s list (I’m aware that Uzikstan has its own language.. because I searched it up.. but they also speak Arabic - it’s just not as well spoken)

- sometimes try’s out ‘Sweetie’ or ‘My Sweet’

More Arabic below ⬇️ (again I’m so sorry if it’s wrong it’s from Google I know absolutely nothing about the language, please correct anything if you do know🧍‍♂️)

- ‘ya helo’ “my beautiful” - يا حلو/حلوة

- ‘ya amar’ “my moon” - يا قمر

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

- ‘Hen’ & ‘Honey’ for sure

- Often also uses ‘Sweetheart’ and ‘Sweetie’

- probably uses ‘Bonnie’ if he’s with a femme partner (idk much about Scottish slang)

- loves to yell ‘WIFE/HUSBAND’ if y’all ever get married.

- Would probably jokingly say ‘Dear’ or ‘Darling’ to sound fancy (it sounds so weird with his accent that it always makes you giggle)

- ‘Doll’ and ‘Dolly’ while dating, not as much during marriage.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

- ‘Dear’ when married, also uses ‘Darling’ a lot when married but plays (teases) when dating.

- he sometimes, but it’s usually rarely, ‘Sweetie’ or ‘Sweetheart’

- apparently ‘Duck’ is a British term of endearment? Idk it says older gentlemen use it and he seems like he would say it. Old man soul

- sometimes says ‘Love’ or ‘Lovey’ when he’s sleepy.

- uses your first name a lot, not as much your last name.

- unless you get married, in which he uses your last name all the time (whether you take his last name or he takes yours)

Alejandro Vargas

- He uses a lot more English than Spanish around you unless your first language is also Spanish.

- He loves to tease you with inside jokes and all sorts of complicated Spanish compliments if you don’t speak the language.

- ‘Cariño’ & ‘Amor’ a lot.

- Doesn’t usually use ‘Corazón’ but it will rarely slip.

- ‘Cielo’ [Sky] sometimes, but again, not so much.

- sometimes says ‘Babe’ or ‘Baby’

Valeria Garza

Gods there aren’t enough women

- lovesss calling you ‘Corazón’ and ‘Cielo’ especially right next to your ear while holding you from behind, pushing her body weight onto you.

- ‘Mi Vida’ [My Life] sometimes

- ‘Mi Rey/Reina’ [My King/Queen] a lot, especially if she’s treating you to dinner/luxury.

- Doesn’t often use English pet names, but when she does she favours ‘Love’ or ‘My Heart’ (she often translates Spanish names directly into English)

Nikolai

- I honestly could imagine him saying ‘baby’ or ‘babygirl’ and I don’t know if it would be as a joke or not.. that’s up for interpretation.

- When you two just started dating, he jokingly called you ‘comrade’ to his and your friends to confuse the shit out of people.

- ‘котёнок “kotyonok” [kitten] also as a joke (maybe not.. up for interpretation again…

- ‘Жизнь моя’ “zhizn moya” [my life] as an actual name he uses for you.

- he doesn’t use a lot of pet names in public, mostly when it’s just you two.

- Солнце (solntsye) / солнышко (solnishka) - [sunshine].

@pillowwarzone I added Nikolai ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Here’s the website I used (for mainly Arabic) ⬇️

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maroonpascal · 2 months ago

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And now I see daylight

I only see daylight

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Series summary: after a panic attack you called the only person who could calm you, who also happens to be your ex-boyfriend. And after a stormy night, the next morning only brings daylight.

Warnings: 18+ smut, MDNI, soft!frankie, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), riding, creampie, talks of birth control, unprotected sex, pregnancy, use of pet names (honey, babe, babygirl, mi amor, mi ángel, princess, sweetheart, angel)

Word count: 5.1k

Notes: second part of “But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain” - lyrics in the title for this one are from Daylight by Taylor Swift

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Dividers' creds: @anitalenia

“Let’s take it to the bedroom.”

And a moment after you’re crossing that door, up in his arms. That same bedroom that last night was so dark and somber, and now instead it is warm and bathed in the sunlight filtering through the curtains. But you know that the sun is not the only form of light, you have your own just in front of you, as you cup his cheeks and kiss him, hands tangling in his curls. Your one and only light, making you feel safe now in his arms, breathing him in, breathing in his golden light that is mending you.

Frankie lays you gently on the bed, bedsheets undone as he hovers you, kissing you on your cheeks and then on your lips; soon he reaches your neck and you hope that he knows he’s the cause of your pulse pumping that fast, heart racing as he descends and kisses you over your chest, leaving it only to take off your t-shirt. And you’re not wearing anything underneath that, his lips closing on your bare skin, a hand going to cup you and holding you gently. Lips go over your breast, soft and wet, as he circles your nipple with his tongue before closing his lips around it, sucking it briefly. He proceeds to do the same with the other one, as you exhale a moan already, a hand in his hair as you urge him to go lower.

“We can take things slowly, you know, we have all the time of this world,” he utters, kissing you on your abdomen, making you hold your breath, as you would always have the same reaction to that, “And even if we hadn’t it, I would make sure to bend time just to spend it more with you.”

You melt at those words, as if you weren’t already melting at his soft touch, his beard scratching lightly your skin, and you surely haven’t forgotten how romantic he can get, how he forgets the entire world outside when he is in a room with you.

Frankie really takes his time, making sure to kiss every inch of your skin on your upper body, and having him all over you is what is breathing life in you again.

He descends, hands hovering the waistband of your sweatpants, looking up at you only waiting for your nod to pull them off and letting them end up on the floor, together with the t-shirt.

Eyes catch the sunlight as he lets the back of his hands go up and down over your thighs, touch so soft, “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” eyes full of adoration as if he is staying beneath one of the seven wonders of the world. But to him, you’re the eight one, a wonder that is all for him, and that he has the honour to cherish.

You smile up at him, “You should look at yourself right now, Frankie.” You say, and a smile lights up his face; he’s effortlessly beautiful, those luscious curls falling over his eyes, that half opened denim shirt revealing his skin underneath, and that smile that is for you and you only. He takes that compliment by ducking his head and beginning to kiss you again now on your tummy, then avoiding your panties and going over your thigh, his hand holding the opposite one to have more space to kiss you on the inside of the thigh. You widen your legs for him, and you just take in that touch, that love being delivered to your skin, that gentleness that you could never forget. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t yearned for that, because Frankie has his way of treasuring you, treating you like he’s handling the most precious diamond. And you have missed that, not even the anger towards him could have erased the way you feel about him and the way he makes you feel.

He digs a little more his thumb into your soft thigh, now going on the other one, nose brushing on your skin and tracing a path until your inner knee and then going up again. When he kisses you on the inside of the upper thigh his nose bumps on your panties and you instinctively move against him, your body responding to him even before your mind can stop it, actually giggling behind your hand as he looks up at you with a knowing smirk.

“We are a little impatient, aren’t we?” He teases, leaning his cheek on your thigh, your hand lost in his curls, “Can you blame me?” You tease back, biting a bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back your giggles.

He smiles over your skin as he kisses your hip, hands smoothing over your thighs, claiming them as his, “I’m gonna give you everything you want, my princess.” His voice deep and soothing, like honey dripping directly on your skin.

Frankie toys with the hems of the panties, then actually taking them with his teeth and lowering them down, helping himself with his hands, fingers hooked under the tissue as he lets it slip from your hips and then down your thighs, until he lets them fall on the floor.

He felt your panties being already wet in anticipation and now he can’t take his eyes off you, “Mira la maravilla que eres.” His hands smoothing on your thighs, parting your legs a little more.

He parts your folds with his thumbs, cold air hitting you and making you pulse even more, and you move a little against him, wanting more, him sighing at the sight of how wet you are, his thumb now going over your centre, “God, you’re so wet, babygirl.” He breathes, eyes wandering over you and he definitely doesn’t lose the chance to spread your wetness over your folds, until reaching your clit. He indulges there, thumb passing over it and starting circling, but soon his finger is substituted by his lips. You moan as he laps his tongue over you, toying with your folds before lustfully closing his lips around your clit, fingers starting to press against you. You move towards those fingers, easing them in as you want, him not moving them but just letting you adjust to them as you prefer, and the easiness with which they slide in is just perfect. Frankie starts working them inside you only when you’ve stopped moving, looking up at you for confirmation, nodding back at him and throwing your head back in pleasure when he curls them inside you, still stimulating your clit. They massage you from the inside, your hand gripping the bedsheets, the other one brushing over his curls and you have such a heavenly view beneath you when you look down: he’s diving in you, completely lost and eagerly wanting always more, his fingers hitting exactly where you need them just like his tongue moving over you in that way that drives you crazy, and it is all there, in the way that he knows every single part of your body and knows how to please you.

You moan his name more than once, accidentally moving against him, Frankie just humming at that, hand grabbing your thigh to have even more space, just to give you more. And you know he could do that for hours, it’s already happened, when he made you come three times in a row, just eating you out and occasionally slipping his fingers in, edging you only to make you then explode in pleasure. And maybe it’s because the last time he did this was a month ago or so, and you’re so touch starved that the orgasm is building up already, the brushing of his beard over you stimulating you even more. He senses that, and he speeds up his fingers, going deeper and keeping his mouth there, his only desire to have your come over his lips.

His name falls from your lips, “Frankie, Frankie, Frankie,” and he hums satisfied at that, as you grab his curls, moving your hips against him, him taking all of that, not wanting to lose a single drop of you.

And coming over his lips might be what heaven feels like, releasing your orgasm as you moan loudly, Frankie still lapping his tongue over you; you reach his wrist as he’s starting to pull his fingers out, and you feel his lips curving in a smile as you do that, even though eventually he pulls them out, smoothing his hand over your thigh.

When he raises up his head he has come over his lips, his moustache and a bit over his nose too, making you smile, his eyes crinkling at you.

“What?” He asks, raspy voice as he’s taking back his breath, “Nothing, you just have…” You brush your finger over the tip of his nose, collecting that, and he slightly parts his lips, ready to clean it as he sucks on it.

“Come here.” You breathe, cupping his face, the soft beard under your palms as he hovers you and you bring him for a kiss, his lips wet in you. His thumb goes over your cheek and as he keeps kissing you, you feel his bulge against you.

Your hands reach his sweatpants, going under the waistband and starting to pull them down, him getting the memo and in a second they meet the same fate of the other clothes, together with his denim shirt too.

He’s kneeling between your legs, eyes laying on every inch of your skin, fingers tracing imaginary lines and hearts over your waist, then your hips and your thighs.

And you’ve never wanted him to make love to you as you want it now, waiting to be complete, waiting to have him inside you.

You take his hand, pulling him again, Frankie kissing your palm as you do so, feeling again his lips over yours, and it is all there in that passionate kiss, both your desire and his.

But you remember one thing, “Frankie,” parting from his lips, “I’m not on birth control and I- I don’t have any condoms.”

He nods at you because well, he definitely doesn’t have any condoms with him either, since he surely didn’t think that a single call would have led you two to this, to wanting each other so much again.

“It’s okay, babe, we don’t have to do anything that requires all of that.” He reassures you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, but he sees your hesitation, tilting his head to one side.

“It’s just that-”, you start, hand brushing over his beard, “That would be fine with me.”

There had been lots of talking about this, about trying to have a baby, but then he decided to go on that trip and you had abandoned this thought, definitely letting it disappear from your mind when he started talking again about the other trip. You couldn’t imagine to risk to have a kid and not even knowing when or if Frankie would have come back, so it all ended. But the talking had been there, and a lot of times you two had wondered how it would have been to bring a kid into this world, and you could never forget his dreamy eyes as he would talk about all the things he would do and how he would teach them this and that, and bring them to see the Ocean for the first time, and the list would go on and on, just like it would go too for you. That gave you heartache and you knew it did the same to him, but there was nothing you could do if he didn’t change his idea about those infamous trips.

A sparkle lights up Frankie’s eyes, “Are you sure?” He asks though, you biting your lip, “I am, I have never been so sure about it.” Tracing your fingers over his beard and then smoothing over his eyebrows, “But Frankie you have to promise that no more trips, alright?” You say over his lips, Frankie nodding firmly, “No more of that.” And he kisses you deeply, as if with that kiss he’s sealing his promise, sealing his commitment to never give in to those trips, he’s sure he wants to put a neat full stop to that life.

And when he’s lining up to you, his tip brushing against you, he still checks for that consent to really do it.

You urge him on his arm, nails almost digging in his skin, the other cupping his face, “Frankie, I need you to make love to me like your life depended on it, alright? I need you to fuck me and showing me how much you’ve missed me, can you do that for me, mi amor?”

He sighs, mouth agape at your words, kissing your palm, and he doesn’t answer. He just pushes himself inside you, a controlled but deep thrust, making you hold your breath. And it feels exactly how you remembered it, if not even better, stretching you and filling you in way that is so perfect, as you bring him for a kiss, hands lost in his hair. It shouldn’t surprise you the way you welcome in so well, how the way he feels inside you is so comfortable, the slight pain being barely there. That is how it has always been, like your bodies were made to be together, to be put together like two pieces of a puzzle.

You kiss him deeply, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him a little more, Frankie smiling over you lips and adjusting himself by deepening his thrusts.

As he leaves your lips you can feel his throat reverberating with a low moan, his eyebrows furrowed for the pleasure, his muscles contracting as he keeps thrusting. And for a split second he thinks of how he had never imagined to end up in bed with you again, making love to you. That is why he kisses every inch of skin he can reach, cherishing you, tracing paths on your neck; he feels your pulse beating so fast and he smiles knowing that it is his making, then going for your collarbones and shoulders, a hand cupping your breast and holding it, toying with your nipple.

You throw your head back in pleasure, letting him have everything he can take from you, his hands going over your waist and holding it, giving it a new shape.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t missed this, the way he has of making love to you, of whispering dirty things in your ear as he claims you as his, that voice guiding you, leading you through the pleasure and making you feel on another dimension.

You move against him and actually there is a thing that you’ve missed like hell, “Frankie,” you exhale, out of breath, “Dime, mi amor.” He utters, lips over your neck, nose brushing behind your ear and kissing you there too.

“I want to ride you for a bit.” You kiss him on his cheek, a dimple appearing under your lips.

And he could never say no to that, smirking as he pulls out, making you moan at that and laying half seated next to you, as your look wander over his body, bathed in that golden daylight.

He wraps a hand around himself, “Don’t make me wait too long, babygirl.” A smile breaking on your lips as you straddle him quickly, balancing yourself on his chest and pushing down on his length. And fuck, he’s big and in this way it could hurt, but instead it goes in easily, lips parted as you moan.

Frankie’s hands are soft around your hips, thumbs grabbing your thighs, as you begin to thrust on him, and you feel like a goddess over him, as his look marvels on you, adoring eyes laying on every inch of your skin; he arches a bit his back to let you go deeper, moaning when you do so, that warm light all over your body and he thinks he might be seeing the light for the first time in weeks. He moves you both when he sits up, his face reaching your collarbones and his teeth gracing your skin.

Your hands are lost in his curls, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and keeping him close, feeling him all around you, he’s everywhere; riding him feels like heaven and hell at the same time, hurting the right amount and giving you that shoot of pleasure, the one that ignites your muscles and makes your heart beat so fast.

He dives on your chest, kissing your breast lightly, going to cup the opposite one with his hand and holding it, thumb brushing over your nipple. It only makes you go faster, searching for more and more friction, him wrapping his lips around it, sucking it and for a moment holding it with his teeth, making you hiss; he goes onto the other breast, same treatment, your head thrown back in pleasure, regaining your breath only when he leaves it and starts kissing your neck.

He reaches up and you trap his moans in your lips, hands behind his neck and fingers tangled in his curls, and he thinks that he could never give up any of this for anything else in this world, that he will never put something else at stake when he can have his whole world in his arms.

And through the kisses his hand slips over your clit, fingertip circling and pressing there, your legs trembling already at that, “Fuck,” you exhale over his lips, riding him even more, getting all the friction and touch that you need, feeling worshipped by him.

You delay your orgasm on purpose, even though you feel like you could explode right now, holding his wrist and him withdrawing from touching you any more, your body shaking though.

“Wanna lay down, babe?” He understands, sensing that the poor sleep of last night might be having the best of you, making you feel tired.

You nod at his words, him kissing your forehead and flipping you gently on the mattress, pushing in with one precise thrust right after, “Better, angel?” He coos, sweetly building up again his own rhythm, you relaxing for a moment, your heartbeat giving you a break, “Yeah, thank you.”

“Good, baby.” He says, pressing a kiss on your forehead as you keep welcoming him between your legs.

And quickly your orgasm starts to build up again, panting over his shoulder and moaning his name as he covers you in kisses, hand brushing over your hair.

“There you go, there you go.” He utters, when you’re starting to tighten around him and keeping him close, digging your nails into his skin, exploding around him moaning his name, only for him to keep thrusting and releasing into you right after. And it’s warm, the sensation of having all of him inside you, and to have his heating body still pressed to yours, as he breathes deeply before kissing you so passionately, a hand through your hair.

And how many more kisses he leaves you, your muscles relaxing at his touch, even though he’s still inside you. And well, that is where exactly you want him to be for now, not wanting him to leave you anytime soon.

That is why you grab his shoulder when he’s starting to move to pull out, “Don’t…” you exhale, because you could never want that to end, never want him to leave your body.

Frankie knowingly smirks, remaining buried inside of you, even thrusting a little more, “You want a second round already?” He jokingly asks, making you giggle alongside him, covering a little your face.

He gently removes the hand to see your eyes, “It’s okay, but you gotta give me a little break, I’m a bit old you know.”, which makes you burst out laughing, him laughing with you, nudging his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder, landing a series of kisses there, sensing your perfume now mixed with his.

“I just missed you so much.” You confess, keeping him close with your legs wrapped around him, giving him a kiss on his cheek, that soft beard under your lips, brushing his eyebrows with your fingertips and his expression is relaxed and at ease.

“Yo también te extrañé muchísimo, mi ángel.”

You smile softly, brushing your face against his, him leaving a kiss on your shoulder, as shivers cross your skin.

“Babe you’re starting to feel cold.” He says, raising up from your shoulder, kissing your forehead, “If you started to fuck me again I would get warmer really quick.” You lavishly whisper, fingertips going over the freckles on his shoulders and chest, “I know you want it, Frankie.”

He really has no secrets when he’s with you, you can read his face and you’re pretty convinced that you can read his mind too, knowing what is going on behind those brown eyes, a hint of golden in them.

“I know that you’re dying to fuck me again, once is not enough for you, you need to release again inside me, making me scream your name again…”

And as you keep inciting him, Frankie starts to move slowly, thrusting sweetly into you.

“Eso, mi amor, eso.” You encourage him, moving against him to meet his thrusts, his own cum inside you serving as lube, and the sound of all of that is surely obscene, but it exactly what you need. And what he also needs.

“Go on, baby, fuck me like you can only do.” You say again, and he starts thrusting harder and deeper.

You know you’re surely about to become overstimulated, and that seems like such a delight.

“¿Es eso lo que quieres?” He asks a rhetoric question, to which you can only exhale a moan, Frankie thrusting so strongly that he moves you up on the bedsheets; you grab his arms, and he’s so fucking hard inside of you, hitting exactly where you need it, as he kisses your neck, tracing a wet path on your skin.

You reach one hand between you two, wanting to rub your clit, but he stops you, pressing your hand on the bedsheets, “Gonna do it for you, princess.” He says, as he reaches your clit, his fingers rubbing on your bud, and that is enough to make you moan loudly, legs already shaking. “Yeah, tell me about it, angel, tell me.” He kisses your chest, still pressing your intertwined fingers on the mattress. “You’re takin’ me so well again, sweetheart.” And he starts to leave your chest, getting up and being kneeled between you, having beneath him the heavenly vision of himself thrusting inside you and your folds welcoming him so well, all the wetness around it, “Fuck,” he exhales at that, you searching for his hand to hold, him intertwining his fingers with yours again over your hip, as he keeps rubbing his thumb over your clit.

You feel a heat building up in you again, strong, intense, even more than the previous one, making you clench around him, him moaning at that.

“Frankie, Frankie,” you repeat his name, panting, “Yes, babygirl, give it all to me, come again.” His thrusts deeper and stronger.

Everything is so overwhelming as you explode again, the orgasm making your legs shake, not even holding them around him anymore, holding his hand for dear life. Series of unholy things leave your lips, as he keeps pushing inside you, only to moan just as loud as you when he releases again inside you; the feeling is pure warmth, filling you up again so much that you wish he would never finish.

He reaches your face, kissing you as you’re both out of breath, hand brushing through your hair, your chest rising and falling so fast, sweat between both your bodies.

“Te amo, te amo más que mi vida.” His husky voice now close to your ear, before he presses a kiss on your forehead, sweet and gentle in that way that he only has.

“I love you too, Frankie, so much.”

You don’t know how much time you both spend still embraced, but he eventually starts to pull out, you exhaling at that, feeling empty after such a long time.

He kneels between you once he’s pulled out, a finger going over your folds, the sticky cum on his fingertip. You shiver at that, overstimulated by it all, “There’s so much of me in you, babe, look at that.” He says, brushing his finger there once again, his eyes marvelling at that vision.

You feel exhausted but also on cloud nine, looking at him with dreamy eyes, as he reaches you up on the bed, kissing your forehead before leaving you for a moment. He drapes his denim shirt around you, closing some of the buttons, “So you won’t feel cold immediately, or you’re gonna ask for a third one.” Which makes you giggle, the crinkle by his eyes warming your heart.

Frankie pulls up a pillow, seating there next to you and pulling you in a hug, letting you cocoon against his chest.

His hand goes over your arm, as he presses a kiss on your hair, “When you’re supposed to get your period?” He softly asks, you squinting your eyes as you reckon it.

“Should get it in around two weeks.” You answer, him brushing a thumb over your cheek, “But I hope I won’t get it.”

He smiles down at you, kissing you on your lips, your fingers brushing on his beard, and you really wish that this warm morning will bring a new warm beginning.

Those two weeks pass in a heartbeat, bringing already a new beginning, which is him moving to your house, where you would already spend much of your time during your relationship, as Frankie always said that there was a different light here, a light that tastes like love and hope.

And that is what drives him to move back with you, you having invited to do so, as you also agreed that your house is definitely bigger and it has already an extra room for the eventual baby.

The baby, you have been pacing around the house, pacing in front of that empty room for so long some days, Frankie knowing exactly where you were when he wasn’t finding you in none of the other rooms.

You felt his arms around you, hands cupping on your tummy even though you dint even know it yet, it was too early.

He pressed a kiss on your neck, hugging you from behind, “I knew I would have found you here.” He exhaled, rocking you in his arms, the warm light filtering through the pale curtains, the room being actually empty if not for a series of unboxed stuff that Frankie had brought from his house. It is a blank page, a place where you can write your future, where a new dream could take life.

“A couple more days.” You say, your look wandering, a bit of fear in you as you think that maybe you won’t be pregnant, that maybe you’re both dreaming too much, and that is gonna take longer to fill this room.

His hand rubbed on your arm, “I know what you’re thinking, honey,” he uttered, “Everything is gonna be okay, and if it doesn’t… we’ll be alright anyway, because we’ll be together and we will still have each other.”

You turned in his arms, eyes a bit glimmering with tears and he had embraced you in a warm hug, his hand behind your head, comforting you. He pressed a kiss on your hair, “It’s gonna be okay, babe.” He reassured you, your silence speaking more than a million words.

“I love you and nothing is gonna change that, alright?” He soothed, searching for your gaze, you nodding at his words and really wanting to be more like him, be more hopeful when instead there was a storm inside you, something that was not letting you sleep.

And maybe that was a sign.

The test is sitting on the sink, waiting for the timer on your phone to go off and read the result. Minutes that are feeling like an infinity, like time really is stopping right in this moment.

It almost makes you jump when it finally goes off and you hesitate to look at it, that kind of fear still gnawing at your brain.

That is why you actually turn the other way, a hand over your eyes, “Frankie, come here please!” You call him and almost immediately you can hear the steps approaching the bathroom, the half closed door being pushed open.

And Frankie is surely puzzled when he sees you with your back turned at him, “I need you to look at the result, I can’t, I just can’t.” You sincerely say, “Of course, of course.” He says, hearing the footsteps getting closer.

“Oh my God.”

You turn only to find him with a hand over his lips, that doesn’t cover his smile though, and his eyes glimmering in tears, that smile lighting up his face and your heart makes a jump.

“It’s positive,” Frankie says, ecstatic voice broken by the tears, “You’re pregnant.” He beams, showing the test to you, the little screen clearly saying pregnant.

And a tornado of emotions washes over you, taking your breath away for a moment and it all breaks down in tears, happy tears, as you jump on him, Frankie taking you in his arms and lifting you up.

You kiss him and you can taste also the tears, a big smile on his lips, “We’re expecting.” You say breathless, him nodding and you’ve never seen so happy, he’s literally beaming.

“We’re expecting.” He repeats, and you’re sure that you can feel his heart beating so fast against his ribcage.

And maybe, that is how things were supposed to go from the beginning, because when two people belong to each other, the daylight will always shine on them.

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multifandomfangirl93 · 3 months ago

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Your awake- Buddie x reader

Summary: Storms, nightmares, and bubble baths.

Warnings: PTSD mentioned, nightmares, EXTREMELY CUTE Christopher Diaz (cause you may just melt man), 🤏🏼911 spoiler

Authors note: The prompt senerio winner: nightmare comfort

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It’s been a little over a year. You’d think that you’d be over it by now. Buck was back. He was back at work, fully present and over the side effects of the lightening strike, and everyone has gone through therapy for it. You should be fine.

Tonight, you went to bed as normal. You were between the boys, wrapped tightly in their embrace. Buck had you tucked into his chest as the thunderstorms continued on outside. This had been the worst storm that LA has had since that night, so it was almost expected for the three of you to be shaken up by the bright bolts of lightening and the deep rumbling of thunder.

It took you a while to get to sleep. Eddie had drifted off first. He normally liked thunderstorms. The pitter patter of rain on the windows and the low rumbles of thunder soothed him. As long as he had you and Buck indoors, he had no worries. You and Buck drifted off together as the storm died down. You were both tired, but extremely jumpy when lightning would strike. The thunder didn’t really bother either of you, but the lightening still had a hold on you.

A few hours later, the boys woke to you screaming for Buck. You had rolled onto your back as some point, out of Buck’s grip, and Eddie had rolled to face the door as he normally did when he fell asleep. You jerked, screaming Buck’s name at the top of your lungs just like you did that night as you watched Eddie climb the latter as fast as he could to get Buck while Bobby and Hen held you back on the ground.

“Y/n!” Buck said urgently, sitting up as Eddie turned on the light. “Baby. Hey. It’s alright. I’m here.” Buck said, smoothing your hair back and off of your sweat soaked face. He placed his other hand on your shoulder, but you jerked away, bucking into Eddie as he gently held your hips down.

“Esta bien mi amor. Esta bien cariño. [Its okay my love. It’s okay sweetie] ” Eddie whispered, getting low on the bed to get close to your ear. He didn’t want to force you awake and disorient you further, but your thrashing was becoming harsh and so was your breathing.

“Baby please. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here.” Buck begged, holding your shoulders lightly as he drew circles on your clavicle with his thumbs. “Open your eyes sweetheart. Come on baby.” Buck muttered, pressing his thumbs a bit harder to try to rouse you.

You gasped, scrambling up toward the headboard with one last scream of Buck’s name. You jerked your head around, searching the room with wild eyes as you tried to get your bearings. You muttered softly to yourself, curling into a ball and rocking yourself back and forth.

“Hey baby. You with us?” Eddie asked, coming a little closer to hear what you were muttering.

“197 seconds. 197 seconds. 197 seconds.” You kept repeating, rocking back and forth with tears steadily streaming down your face.

Eddie’s heart broke as he heard your muttered words. 197 seconds. 3 minutes and 17 seconds. That’s how long Buck was declared dead for. An awful 197 seconds.

“Sweetheart. I’m here. I’m right here.” Buck said, trying to catch your eyes.

“Dad? Pops? Is mom okay?” Chris asked, sleepily leaning against the doorframe. He didn’t have his crutches, having done his best to hurry toward his parent’s room when he heard the scream. He squinted as he tried to look past his dads, without his glasses, wearily eyeing the glimpse he had of your shaking form.

“Hey mijo. Go back to bed.” Eddie said, looking over his shoulder as he leaned into Chris’ view to hide your distressed body. “Mom had a bad dream. It’s alright now.” Eddie reassured.

“M-maybe she needs a bubble bath.” Chris suggested, shrugging his shoulders as he turned around to head back to his room. The only way Chris would calm down after a nightmare was having a bubble bath. Even after the tsunami, as long as there were plenty of bubbles in the bath, he would instantly calm down.

Eddie sighed, smiling gently as he watched his son’s retreating form. The three of you have raised a good kid. Buck quietly talked to you, finally getting you to stop rocking, as you allow him to hold your hand. You were still muttering and shaking as you panted out the words. Sweat soaked your neck and back when Eddie placed a gently hand between your shoulder blades.

“Babe. I think I’m gonna run her a bubble bath. You got this?” Eddie asked, leaning over you to kiss Buck on the forehead. Buck as a wreck. He kept it out of his voice and face, but his eyes told Eddie all he needed to know.

Buck nodded and watched Eddie slide off the bed. Once he disappeared into the en-suite, Buck turned back to you. “Hey baby. Look at me Angel. Let me see those eyes.” Buck whispered, taking the hand that had been holding you steady at the shoulder to gently tilt your head his way. Once you made eye contact, you crumpled, finally registering who was holding onto you. You sobbed loudly, throwing yourself into Buck’s chest. “I know. I know. I’m here. Shhhh it’s all okay now.” Buck whispered, gently kissing the top of your head.

“Buck.” You gasped over and over, wiggling and practically squeezing yourself as close to him as you could. In the back of your mind, you were terrified Buck would suddenly disappear. You hoped and prayed that you were awake and this was your reality. Buck holding you and speaking gently to you in your shared room on your shared bed.

“Sh sh sh. I’m here. I’m here. You're awake. It’s over.” Buck soothed, kissing the side of your head as Eddie stepped back into the room. He stopped short and leaned his shoulder into the doorframe as he observed the way you and Buck were wrapped around each other. Buck and Eddie locked eyes. In that moment, Eddie knew Buck needed to handle this, so he stepped out into the dark hallway to check and make sure Christopher was back in bed.

You couldn’t stop the tears as they poured down your face, soaking Buck’s pajama shirt. You had fistfuls of the fabric, clinging to him like he would disappear. You could almost feel the rain on your face. You could still smell the rain, the fumes emitting from the fire trucks, the smell of your team as they held you back, the antiseptic smell of the hospital, and the lingering smell of Buck’s charred skin and hairs. You choked, causing Buck to pat your back like he was saving a choking child. Eventually he pulled you back to force your eyes to meet his.

“Hey. Look at me.” Buck pled, holding your face in his hands. “Look at me baby. Open your eyes.” Buck instructed, waiting for you to comply. When you did, he sweetly smiled at you. “There you are. I’m here. Breathe. Just breathe for me, yeah?” He encouraged, taking slow, deep breaths for you to follow.

You nodded, trying your best to follow. You tried pulling yourself back into Buck’s chest, chasing after his scent, but he held you in place. “I-I can s-smell it.” You shuddered, a jolt going through your body. You repressed a gag, your body responding to the rush of adrenaline and the phantom smells.

Buck nodded. He thinks he understood what you meant. The same thing happened when he had nightmares of Eddie’s shooting, the tsunami, and the bombing. “Okay baby. It’s okay.” Buck said, pulling you to the side of the bed and carrying you into the bathroom. The room was filled with the scent of his body wash and he smirked at the realization. Eddie knew exactly what you needed.

Eddie walked in as Buck sat with you on the floor next to the toilet, just incase. “Whoa. We good?” Eddie asked, leaning over to shut the faucet off before kneeling next to his partners.

“Feeling a bit iffy I think.” Buck said, rubbing your back as you leaned into him. “Think PTSD” Buck mouthed over your head to Eddie. Buck only had his suspicions and the vague words you spoke to him, but he was sure he knew what was happening. If it was anything like what he had experienced, he knows you are possibly fighting a losing battle.

“Hey cariño. Esta bein.[Hey sweetie. It’s okay.]” Eddie whispered, kissing the back of your head. He could feel you break out into a cold sweat and squeezed his eyes shut, praying that you could keep control of your body for your own sake.

You shuddered, gulping and taking measured breaths. A wave of nausea rolled through your body, but never reached the surface as you focused on the hands that were on you, Eddie muttering in Spanish, Buck hushing you with gentle words and the softest of caresses. You were awake. You were awake in Buck’s arms. Eventually, you relaxed, repeating to yourself that you were awake. This was real.

When Buck noticed that you were becoming limp in his arms, he shifted and dipped a hand in the bath water. “Hey baby. Let’s get you in the bath, hmm? It’s nice and warm.” Buck whispered, kissing your head. Your head was colder than normal, the drying sweat cooling your body more than it should. Buck was worried you were in shock.

You nodded and let Eddie pull you into a sitting position in Buck’s lap. Eddie pulled his army shirt off of you and tossed it into the laundry basket by the closet door. He helped you stand and held you close as Buck pulled your underwear off your shaking legs. Eddie gently lifted you and placed you into the tub, kissing your forehead with a gently smile on his lips. Turning, Eddie kissed Buck’s check after whispering something to him and left.

Buck stood, sitting on the edge of the tub, leaning against the wall. You put your head against the side of his thigh, smiling as he put his hand in your hair and gently scratched your scalp once he removed your hair tie. “Eddie is getting us some water and a popsicle for you to help calm you down. Wanna sit here for a few minutes before I wash your hair and get you back in bed?” Buck asked, lightly pulling your hair back to force your eyes to meet his. He was gentle, only pulling enough to tilt your head in his direction, which you willingly did.

You smiled and nodded, sinking into the water with a sigh. It was a little cooler than you normally liked it, but you had wasted a few minutes on the floor. When Eddie stepped in with a pedialyte popsicle, you were starting to fully relax. Eddie kneeled, resting his head and arm over Buck’s lap as he gently fed you the hydrating ice pop. He didn’t want you to have to move, but he knows popsicles help calm you, plus you needed to rehydrate after all the sweat and tears. Once the popsicle was gone, Eddie left again, telling Buck to get you situated while he changed the sweat soaked sheets.

Buck hummed, eyes half lidded as he watched Eddie walk away, admiring his physique. Buck turned to you once Eddie was gone and smiled as you soaked, head still firmly planted into the side of his thigh. He hated to break the tranquil air, but he knew the water had to be turning cold. “Alright sweetheart. Let’s give your hair a wash and get you back in bed.” Buck whispered, barely bursting the bubble of peace as he shifted to have better access. He was gentle, but quick and efficient as he washed your hair. He made sure not to pull and opted to use your leave in conditioner instead of rinsing your hair again. When it was time to rinse, he unplugged the drain and used the shower head to avoid more soap getting into your hair from the still sudsy water.

When Eddie heard the water turn off, he walked in and grabbed your towel, taking you into his arms as Buck grabbed your leave in conditioner and detangling brush. Eddie gently dried you off and held you in his lap as Buck massaged the conditioner in and grabbed your microfiber towel. Buck gently pulled your hair brush through your hair as you laid in Eddie’s chest, legs wrapped around his waist and face pressed into his neck. You hummed when Buck gently brushed over your scalp, enjoying the feeling it gave you. By the time he was done brushing your hair, you were mostly asleep. Eddie let Buck carry you back to your freshly made bed before helping put Buck’s favorite Henley and some underwear on your sleepy form. Once you were settled on Buck’s chest in bed, Eddie made quick work of wringing your hair dry and braiding it before he turned off the light and laid down. Eddie prays once more, asking God to keep you, Buck, and Christopher nightmare free for the remainder of the night and finally falls back to sleep when he hears your soft snores mixed with Buck’s.

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 1 year ago

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Prewar!Cooper Howard has a breeding kink because he loves being a dad. He and Barb married and started trying for kids later in life than most folks around them, so much of the sex they had, especially early on, was focused on getting Barb pregnant. If he'd had his way, they would have had a whole litter of children, but hey, sometimes life doesn't work out the way you want. Still, there's the fun of trying, and there was a lot of trying. After the divorce, he's shocked when he meets someone else, and even more shocked when he feels those same urges with you. He's been trained to try and knock one in basically every time, he jokes.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

He's also incredibly possessive, and it drives him wild to think about getting to see you all swollen and filled out with his child. Particularly with you being younger that him; the ugly part of his brain is barking at him to stake a more permanent claim on you every time a guy your age so much as looks your way. Personally, he thinks he's too old to have more kids, but between his secret urges, your forgetfulness when it comes to your pill, and your twin high sex drives, well...sometimes accidents happen.

He'd be over the moon, once he knew you were happy as well (he would also worry about the news potentially being hurtful to Barb, but that'd be an issue for tomorrow). Showing you off in public, knowing that other people see how gorgeous you are and know you fully belong to him, it really gets him going, and you certainly take notice of how amorous he is when you're out together (combined with how vigorously he fucks you when you get home). Thinks you're insanely sexy pregnant and likes to watch you ride him with a big belly. You'd both better be a lot more careful about your contraception after the first baby if you don't want another, because getting to see you that way only makes his kink worse.

The Ghoul has a breeding kink because he's incredibly possessive. It's been literal centuries since he's come across anything in this world that he cares for enough to want to claim it, and you're officially claimed. He wants everyone, including you, to know that you belong to him and only him. Other ghouls can smell him on you much more strongly if he cums inside you, and he enjoys the way filling you full scratches his most primal itch. It's just an added benefit that he's almost positive he can't actually get you pregnant, but...there are records of ghouls reproducing with other ghouls. Haven't stranger things happened?

The little thrill he gets at the idea is just nature trying to take over.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

You'd be hard-up to get him to admit it, but he wants you to need him. He wants an excuse to baby you and pamper you and force you to let him do things for you without the vulnerability of admitting that he wants to do those things for you anyway because he's deeply in love with you.

You complain that your feet hurt during your journey for the day? He'll carry you everywhere you want to go from now until the end of time, if that's what you want. Stomach and appetite troubles? Name whatever you want, he'll find it for you, no matter how many caps he has to pay. Tired? "Of course you're tired, sweetheart. Let's stop for today. Here, sit down. Do you need some water? Eat this, you need some calories. Let me rub your legs and feet for you." It is endless and sort of surreal for you to adjust to.

Speaking of journeys, I think he also secretly wants to settle down a bit. He does already after he meets and falls for you, seeing how much the constant trekking back and forth across the irradiated desert takes out of you, and he definitely would want to do so expeditiously if you were pregnant. It's not like secure places don't exist in this world. He can keep you, and anyone else who may come along, safe just fine.

He'd be afraid to fuck you if you were pregnant, worried that he'll hurt you or make you sick or make something bad happen with the pregnancy. But if you reassure him, maybe beg a little, he'll do his best to make sure your urges are satisfied. Sit on his face and let him slide his tongue through your insanely sensitive folds, lie back and let him fuck you with those agile fingers while he jerks himself off. You'll miss being properly penetrated, badly, but you won't go without.

He wants an excuse to be even more protective of you than usual. Give him a reason to literally pluck men's eyes out for daring to so much as look at you, a reason to never let you out of his sight ever again. If you thought he was ready to commit violence to keep you safe before, you haven't seen anything yet.

I can't imagine it would be easy to have a big family in the Wasteland, but reminding him how much he loves being a dad would certainly have the thought on his mind.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 year ago

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bésame

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warnings: 18+ only! smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bilingual!reader, spanish dialogue (its not really translated but all the important parts are explained), rafe learning spanish

rafe sets down his briefcase, toeing off his shoes as his eyes scan the foyer for you, surprised that you don’t come running up to greet him like you normally do when he gets home.

“hola, baby!” he yells out, suddenly hearing a clatter from the kitchen before you stick your head into the hallway.

“hola, amor.” you smile. “just making tamales for dinner.”

“ahh.” rafe nods, the time consuming dish explaining why you were already working in the kitchen, filling the corn husk with ingredients before rolling them up.

“come keep me company?” you smile at him, batting your eyelashes in a way that always has rafe bending and agreeing to anything you ask him. “tell me about your day?”

“of course.” rafe walks the short distance in the hallway, pressing a kiss to your lips, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“missed you.” you hum against his lips. “te amo.”

rafe smiles back at you. he didn't know any spanish besides hola when he first began dating you. “te amo, amor.”

you give him a look, eyes widening slightly as you go back to working on your dish. “that pronunciation was shockingly good, rafey.”

“i may have been practicing a little.” rafe smirks, in truth he's been practicing a lot, working really hard to learn the language for you, even going as far as to hire a native speaker to meet with him on his lunch breaks.

“practicing, eh?” you smile, fingers effortlessly folding the tamale, having done it so many times. “how do you say eat, then?”

“comer.” rafe answers, without even having to think about it.

“¡no me digas!” you gasp in surprise.

rafe laughs, a faint blush on his cheeks at the look of wonder and excitement in your eyes. “we… i mean uhh… vamos a comer tamales.”

“yes!” you squeal. “we are going to eat tamales!” you have to put the corn husk down, quickly washing your hands before moving over to rafe, touching his cheeks.

“you’re so good, cariño!” you have to get up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips.

“i know that one.” rafe admits with a smile. its one of the first thing he had the instructor teach him, various pet names to call you. “sweetheart or darling. i also know mi vida, mi corazon. i even know princesa and uh..." it takes rafe a second, but the word for soul finally comes back to him, "mi alma."

“oh wow.” you could melt on the spot at the sweet words coming out of rafes mouth, only sounding even better in your natural language. “let me see if you know this one… bésame.”

it takes a second for the words to click, and then rafe smirks down at you, leaning in to press your lips together in a kiss, just like you asked for. his mouth dominates yours, turning your bodies so you’re the one leaning against the counter, trapped between rafes strong arms.

“quiero verte.” you whisper to rafe, tugging on his shirt. “i want to see you.”

rafe quickly pulls the shirt off over his head, his muscles on display for you to rub your hands over.

“how do i say undress me?” rafe asks, moaning lowly when your hands pass over his nipples.

“desvísteme.”

“undress you? okay. bueno.” rafe smirks as you let out a laugh, tricking you into being asked to be undressed.

you raise your arms up so he can tug your shirt off, eyes widening when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. his hands cup your chest, playing with your tits as he finds his way back to your mouth, tongue running along your lower lip until his thumb swipes over your nipples and makes you gasp, finally allowing him entrance.

“quiero probarte.” rafe whispers against your lips, your eyes widening when you realize what his words mean, still not used to hearing him speak in spanish. “quiero probarte, baby. can i take your shorts off?” “yeah, yeah.” you nod. you swear you must be dreaming, with rafe saying that he wants to taste you in spanish. you wonder who he asked, who gave him the translation, because as far as you know, the only spanish speaking people he knows is your family members, and while rafe is not easily embarrassed, even that's going too far for him.

rafe tugs at your shorts and underwear, letting them fall to the floor before you’re being lifted up onto the island counter, half-assembled tamales long forgotten as rafe bends, burying his face into your core without any delay.

his tongue laps at your entrance, tasting your juices as they build up. his mouth makes an obscene slurping noise, and you didn’t even realize how wet you’d gotten from hearing him speaking spanish, getting to communicate with him in such a beautiful language that you love so much.

he drags his tongue upward, flicking it against your clit. “te gusta?” rafe asks.

“yeah, yeah i like it!” you answer rafes question, head feeling fuzzy as he goes back to flicking over your clit before circling it teasingly, making you feel every nerve when he drags back over before his tongue finds its way down towards your entrance.

he gathers even more slickness on his tongue before dragging upward, using it as extra lubrication against your clit. he licks at your most sensitive area before tugging your clit between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.

you let out a squeal, reaching down to grip his hair in your hands to hold him in place, pressing his face further into you.

you can feel rafe chuckle against your skin at your clear excitement, but he doesn’t pull away, simply continuing to eat you out as you mumble a few curse words in spanish when his fingers press against your entrance.

hes slow when pressing his digit inside, counter to the speed and intensity of his lips on your clit. when he finally begins to pump it inside and out, your body relaxes, the familiar feeling allowing him to slip a second finger in.

rafe wastes no time scissoring his fingers, clearly needing to open you up quickly to get himself inside.

“fuck!” you shout out. “rafe, rafe, cógeme. cógeme, por favor.” rafe pulls away, looking up at you, clearly having not heard that word before. “fuck me!” you tell him in english, tugging on his hair slightly to encourage him to stand up, to take you.

rafes confusion turns into amusement, his grin spreading as he slowly raises, fingers continuing to thrust inside of you as your hands grab at his pants, undoing them as quickly as you can before shoving them down, rafes hard cock rising.

“tell me the truth, rafe.” you gasp as his fingers pull out, only momentarily feeling the gaping emptiness inside of you until rafes cock takes its place, filling you up effortlessly, the perfect amount of stretch to your walls to bring you the slightest hint of pain, that only increases your pleasure. “who is teaching you this?” “i may have hired someone to help me out on my lunch breaks.” rafe smirks, keeping his cock buried inside of you, your hips moving while sat on the edge of the marble counter, trying to entice him into thrusting. “no promises im ever gonna be fluent, but i figured its the least i could do. for you.”

“oh, rafe.” you feel tears well up into your eyes. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his lips. “i love you.”

“te amo.” rafe smiles down at you, your legs wrapping around him next, waiting for the thrusts to begin, but rafe remains still for a few more moments, letting you enjoy the soft, sweet moment.

it lasts as long as rafe can hold himself back until he suddenly pumps forward, hips thrusting up rapidly, glad that the island counter sits at the perfect height for him to fuck you at.

“oh, yes!” you moan out, nails raking down his back. “fuck, feels so good baby.” “yeah, can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me.” rafe moans as well, combined sounds filling the kitchen.

“don’t know…” you try to get the words out, his cock repeatedly filling you, making you interrupt your sentence with gasps. “don’t know how long i’ll last.”

“yeah? my mouth and cock that good? need to cum already?” rafe loves how easily he can make you cum, how fast he can push you to the edge. it only turns him on more.

“sí.” you nod. “close, papí.”

rafe lets out a groan, his orgasm suddenly close from the use of that single word alone. “call me that again, baby girl.”

“papíííí.” you whine out, rafes hips pushing up, slapping against your skin as an orgasm suddenly forces out of you, cunt pulsating around rafe, pulling his own orgasm free.

“fuck.” you curse, before repeating it in spanish. “joder.”

“god, your pussy is perfect.” rafe says, pressing his lips against your cheek as the last of his cum is milked out. “how do you say that in spanish?” “nnn, i don’t know.” you groan. “my minds not working right now.”

“aww, pobrecita, all fucked out.” rafe laughs, pulling his cock out of you.

“your fault.” you grumble, feeling his cum leaking out onto the counter, but you need at least another minute of rafe holding you close before you care about the mess. “your fault dinner is gonna be late too.” you look at your workstation. “we’ll wash up and then i’ll help you.” rafe offers. “and you can teach me some more words in spanish.”

“fine, but you don’t need to learn any more dirty ones, niño travieso.”

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