#i was rubbing my hands mischievously while crying

[earlgreylatte]

Loverboy

(Kyle Rayner, Peter Parker, Johnny Storm x Reader) When they’re really into you.

Kyle Rayner:

It was clear to anyone that Kyle was particularly indulgent to your whims, lenient and giving in a way that was reserved only for you. From creating constructs of flowers, animals, and beloved characters to see your face soften with joy to drawing mpreg fanart of whoever wronged you (usually Batman) to ease the scowl on your face.

There’s a certain gentleness in his touch, as if unsure if you’re real, if you’re permanent. So when you find yourself nude and lying on your stomach as Kyle applied barrier spray to your back, humming softly as music played from his chipped CD player, your breath could only hitch at the feeling of his hands moving across your skin with a firmness you’re not entirely used to.

“Still good? Not too cold?” He asks, hands rubbing at your side comfortingly.

“I’m fine, just hurry up, will you? If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, the longer this takes,” you complain with a huff, burying your face into the pillow Kyle placed for you.

You hear his laughter ring from above you, and you already know he has the same dopey smile he always gets whenever you mouth off to him.

He joins you on the bed, rolling his paint cart closer, his knees straddle either side of your bottom as he hovers above you, grabbing a paintbrush.

You flinch when you feel the wet paint spread across your skin before stiffening.

“Relax,” he mumbles, free hand moving to rub at your scalp.

“Focus,” you chide.

He sighs before continuing as you clench your fingers against the sheets.

“You need to stop squirming,” He says, pulling the brush away.

“You know I’m jumpy,” you reply, before shifting to turn back to look at him, “Why do you even want to do this? I’m going to wash it off, anyway.”

“That’s, uh,” he seems to fumble for a moment, tossing his brush back into a cup of water, “Artistic expression is…fleeting! And you, my muse, are the canvas——and you have a nice back…”

A beat of silence passes before he coughs, “You know, you’re usually pretty lax after I tire you out, so if you want to finish this quickly…”

“I knew it was a sex thing,” you say, as he shuffles back a bit more bracing an elbow next to your head, so he can nuzzle his face into your hair as a hand dips between your thighs. His chest brushes against your back, and you huff, knowing he was going to have to restart.

Even during moments of firmness, at least he was more than willing to make it worth your while.

Peter Parker:

The sheer depth of Peter’s brown eyes never fails to drown you, intense enough to have you freezing in your tracks. And right now, they had you hovering at the door frame of your shared room.

“You’re freaking me out with those hunter eyes, Pete,” you cross an arm over your chest, your brows furrowing. With how still he was, you’d have thought he was lining up a gun to a deer.

He jolts, snapping out of his reverie, before sheepishly coughing, “You look—— well, there’s a reason why Johnny says you’re out of my league.”

You fiddle with the blue hem of your sheer babydoll, “Ha. Ha. Such a charmer, you are.”

His eyes soften before he envelops your hand with his, “You really are beautiful, makes me want to keep you all to myself.”

“Okay, that’s enough of your mushy shit,” you deflect, but he only squeezes your hand with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, really, enough to make flowers bloom when you walk by—“

“Ah! I’m going to be sick, eugh!” You cry, pressing your hands to your ears, but he only laughs, hooking his arms under your knees and lifting.

You plant your hands on his shoulders, looking down at him with a scowl while he only smiles up at you, “Just beautiful.”

“Loser,” you scoff.

With four brisk steps, he reaches the bed and bends to gently deposit you onto the sheets, hands sliding up to caress your thighs before kissing you with a contented hum, lips moving against yours languidly.

“Peter,” you try to say between kisses before finally nestling your fingers into his hair and pulling him away, “We’re doing this for a reason, you know.”

He groans pitifully before pulling away to grab his camera from the closest, “As cold as ever…”

“This was your idea?”

It takes him another second before returning to your side to fix your hair and smooth out your gown. “Some things are easier said than done, clearly.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re used to toughing things out,” you grin, pushing him away, forcing him to move to stand at the edge of the bed, fingers moving around his camera, adjusting the settings before pressing it near his face.

“Definitely going to buy you more of these,” he decides.

“The perks of being a CEO after getting hijacked; buying lingerie,” you laugh, leaning back on your hands.

“Smile,” he teases.

You furrow your brows, shooting a petulant glare at the lens.

“Perfect,” you can see him bite his lip to resist grinning, and a flash goes off.

“Peter?”

“Yes, bug?”

“You have my permission to masturbate to these if I die.”

“…let’s stop talking for a while.”

Johnny Storm:

While the media loved to depict him as someone that lived in a world of flashing lights and gold, Johnny’s a romantic at heart, the type of guy that wants to settle down and dote on his own kids. So it’s no surprise to anyone that actually knows him, that Johnny’s kind of whipped.

A single glance is enough to deter him from his usual mischief, much to the continued amusement of his family.

He’s sweet on you, he always has been, according to Ben.

You weren’t entirely sure of that, knowing Johnny had a habit of diving in headfirst when it comes to love. You’d never doubt his sincerity, but his optimism was a different story.

But in a rare show of vulnerability, he was more than willing to show that the two of you were something he was willing to stake everything on.

Despite what others may think because of his easygoing disposition, you would never find a more devoted partner, with Johnny more than willing to shout his love for you from the rooftops for all to hear.

…Or just posting about you everyday, every innocuous pic having a caption alluding to you. Yes, that’s definitely less embarrassing and not as likely to have you face Sue’s exasperation.

Johnny’s soft at his core, warm and safe, like a fireplace to seek comfort from on a cold, winter day. That is more than apparent when he has you splayed on his bed, his hips stuttering against yours, as hitched breaths and gasps filled the room.

The only thing you can focus on is his warmth, from the heat of his fingertips gliding against your skin, to the elevated temperature of his length creating a sensation deep inside of you that has your mind going blank.

“Tell me I feel good,” he pants against your neck, a crack of insecurity in his tone, “T-tell me I’m good—“

Ludicrous that he could doubt himself when he had you feeling so much of him, having you only being to focus on how hot he is, and how good he feels—

“So good, you’re so good for me, Johnny,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, “you feel so, mm, good—“

“I love you, fuck, love you so much,” he near whimpers, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck as you both come undone.

Yes, this was a side of Johnny only you were privy to.

“Down, boy!” “Arf!” is so Johnny coded…

Masterlist

[thbbie]

༄ mommy!suguru x f!reader

suguru would like to say it caught him off guard thought that would be an utter lie. the build up was there, gradual.

it started off as something silly, something lighthearted. suguru had been nagging you about something you had done — or rather something you hadn't.

rolling your eyes at him you say in passing, "you're not my mom suguru." a faint smile playing at your lips. teasing.

making him quirk a thin brow in annoyance, he is still very much peeved at you, at your carelessness when it comes to your own wellbeing. his voice stiff by comparison to your light teasing pitch, "i might as well be."

"oh yea? then suguru, should i call you mommy ♡?"

god you're such a tease.

that's all it was, and since, you've been saying it more often; with enough ease to say it came naturally but a lightness that says you're only teasing. maybe a bit of both.

"remember to take a jacket." "sure thing mommy."

"have you eaten yet." "yes mommy, though i wish it was your cooking :3"

"shh sh darling you've been at your desk all day, come. take a break." "hmm.. a break? is mommy flirting with me??"

it didn't bother him, he didnt pay it any mind; you mean nothing by it after all. or that's what he thought until he had you layed out beneath him, drippy and desperate. his poor darling must've been so neglected to have acted out and been such a brat. (okay so mayybe he was playing into the mommy bit a little more than originally thought. what about it?)

"mmhm yes~ , punish me for being a brat sugu-. punish me for being a brat mommy~." you whined out that word. stretching it and wrapping each of the syllables tenderly in a pink silken ribbon. mischievous and taunting, how far could you take this? how far will he let you take it?

"please mommy, i've been so bad." you make your eyes as wide as possible when looking at him in false innocence, glossy and glittering. "i deserve it mommy, i'll take it like a good girl"

"you haven't been acting like one." he states it plainly, like he isn't affected by you in the slightest. "mhmhm i know, that's of course why you have to punish me. come onn~~ i know you can do it mommy, i just wanna be good for you. slap my cunt, make me be good for you mommy. i'll be the best ever i promise you that ♡."

now that, that was something. it stirs something in suguru (and his pants) something that been laying dormant and undetected by him for a long time.

suguru relents if a punishment is what his darling brat desires, then a punishment she'll get. slap your cunt you say? he won't have it be told twice.

you're about to start another round of trying to coax him into it, spreading your bare thighs wider and fluttering your pretty eyes at him, "momm- oh!" ha harsh slap landed on your inner thigh, so damn close to where you need it, and he swears the wetness dripping from you increased tenfold. "there you are baby, mommy's gonna take such good care of his stupid brat, just lay still now, alright."

it wasn't a question in the slightest. merely a statement, a warning of what coming your way. in the coming moments, three more harsh slaps are delivered, right to your poor neglected clit. your through your head back in the utter pleasure, a low moan coming from deep inside you. it hurts but it's soo good.

suguru holds your waist tight in one of his hands when you start to writhe, his strong finger's digging into your skin to keep you still, "shush now darling, mommy can't have his girl running away from him now. that's not would girls do, you're a good girl aren't you baby?"

"mhmhmnmhmhnm~ imagoodgirlimagoodgirl. for you, all for you ahh~ for you. you mm-mommy"

his other hand (the one that's gotten familiar with slapping your cunt) smooths of the skin, rubbing it in the palm of his hand while he kisses your soft tears away. "that's a good girl, crying so pretty for her mommy. hmm, your being so nice to me now that your all drippy and swollen.-" he smiles to himself.

oh this is so fun. a bittersweet kind of fun, because he'd like to spoil his girl! he wants to give her all that she deserves but for you could be such a brat, begging and pleading to be treated like one, but even then — even now as he's punishing you, he can't help but be so delicate in handling you.

"maybe i should keep you like this forever ♡. i'd bet you'd like that, wouldn't you darling."

your about to answer him when he lands another two against you poor fluttering hole, cruelly cutting you off mid sentence. suguru's trying not to laugh at the way your juices splashed against his hand, you seem to be enjoying your punishment ~

your body twitches away at his touch when he returns to rub your little nub softly with his thumb, the tip of his index finger tracing around your entrance and teasing the skin in its entourage. his hands don't stop, caressing you softly when he leans in over you, kissing his way up your neck, to you lips, the rest of your face and finally, licking away your salty tears. he pulls away, eye level with you now, he looks completely unfazed if it weren't for the heavy tent in his pants and blush covering his ears. he's panting a little too, suguru's enjoying this so much and it makes you impossibly wetter. the embarrassment of it all settling in.

"how many was that baby?" "i-i. i wasn't counting. mommy! i wasn't counting mommy!"

quickly correcting your own 'mistake' without a word from in him fear of more punishment, you were teasing him to see if he could take it but you aren't sure that you can.

suguru thinks he's gonna be mean to you now, look at you, it's so tempting! "you weren't counting for me? awh, and just when i thought i finally got back my good girl." he tuts, shaking his head in faux disappointment, hands still tracing over the lines of your sobbing pussy, they begin to slow. and you begin to panic. "nono please. please. mommy p-please. i am your good girl"

"are you sure? then you'll take anything i give you? "

"mmhph~ yes, yes . anything, anything at all."

his grin widens impossibly, wolfing and cruel and you know you are doomed.

his hands stop their movements at your cunt, abruptly pulling away entirely. " that's my good girl. but unfortunately this punishment feels less and less like a punishment and more like a reward doesn't it little dove. you're having so much fun, and while i'd like to give you everything you could ever want baby, i would hate for my darling sweetheart to end up rotten by my own hand."

that soft, pretty grin takes over his face. the one that could convince any one to do anything; probably gentle enough to make the religious and the atheist join hands to accept his cult along with whatever teachings he may preach, all nodding along mindlessly in hopes of seeing him smile at them that way once more.

but as gentle as suguru could be, he is equally capable in cruelty.

" 'm thinking i'll leave you here as punishment instead. to think about why can't have everything you want always. about why you've made me do this at all. i'll be back soon my love, have something nice prepared for me okay ♡"

that's it? with a final pat on your cute cunt and a kiss to your temple he takes of, ever so casually.

he's really leaving? ruining you completely and stepping away like it was nothing? you scramble, "sug- wait, wait suguru i-"

"ah ah, now don't argue, you know that mommy knows best don't you? silly girl, everyone knows that! i'm counting on you to do well for me, be my best ever girl~"

and that was all, leaving you there, ruined and at the edge of what could've have been the greatest orgasm ever. your twitchy entrance still swollen and wet for him.

god he's such a tease.

[greensagephase]

how I felt after posting part 19 for Nonviolent Communication out of nowhere without warning and knowing the contents of the first half

p.s. I'll be back soon.

7pm ish US central time 🙂‍↕️🎂

[holeforzenin]

BESTFRIEND SATORU HELPING YOU COPE WITH YOUR BREAKUP!!

Tw - Degradation n praising, Satoru likes you. Not proofread. I hate this sm and it was rushed but oh well

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You made your best effort to compose yourself, attempting to suppress the sobs that threatened to overwhelm you as you gently rapped on the sturdy wooden door looming in front of you. Hastily trying to put yourself together before you were met with Satoru’s familiar, handsome face.

His eyes gleamed with excitement as soon as he caught sight of you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"What are you doing here so late babe, Shouldn't you be uhhh—having boring phone sex with your little boyfriend?" he quipped—his playful chuckle hinting with pride and maybe even jealousy laced with it.

His expression quickly changed to concernment when he saw the tears escaping your eye line. Instantly, his face softened and he moved closer, gently gripping your shoulders to get you to look at him.

"Woah, are you okay, sweetheart? Did something happen?", he asked worriedly as warm tears streamed down your face, he gently moved one of his hands to the back of your head, guiding your face into his chest for a tight embrace.

"What happened? C'mon, talk to me" he softly mumbled, feeling your sobs resonating against his chest, you sniffled and finally broke down, "No Satoru, He cheated! he fucking cheated on me—I don’t know what to do”. You gripped onto his shirt tightly as you held onto him.

His mouth gaped in shock and anger as he hugged you impossibly closer, The scent of his minty cologne enveloped you, clouding your thoughts and senses as you continued to cry in his arms.

“What??? I'm so sorry sweetheart, knew that fucking prick didn't deserve you—I'm so fucking sorry. What can I do to make you feel better?"

___

“Ahh, shit gonna lose my fucking mind in this tight pussy.” he lets out a throaty groan that resonated in the air.

Pure sweat glistened from his body, his biceps, his chest, his back—all fucking sticky and damp almost as if he was working out— well it coulddd count as a workout, technically.

“No fucking way, that dumb fucker cheated on this”, he gasped, anger coursing through him as his hand instinctively gripped onto the headboard for stability while he loses himself to the warmth of your soppy pussy compressing the life out of his cock, each squeeze pulling him deeper into your core.

His white bangs stuck to his forehead as the ends tickled his face with dampness. You mewled loudly as your face distorted with unanticipated pleasure—Pleasure that you'd never thought you could ever felt before, until this day.

He had you folded in a fucked-up mating press—insisting that the closer he is to you, the better he'd be able to comfort you.

“Fuckk! Toruu~” you moaned pornographically, your toes involuntarily curling against his toned back as your knees knocked against your bouncing tits.

His beaming blue eyes piercing through you feverishly as he stared down at you—his face just mere inches away from yours. "Fuck yeahh, moan my fucking name just like that sweetheart, that's right. I'm the one pounding this perfect little pussy” he purrs softly, smirking as drool escapes your lips.

Of course, he was unhappy and worried to see his poor best friend miserable because of the breakup. But deep down, a part of him felt…relieved?

It's not like that dumb, immature scrawny bitch could ever give you what he has to offer.

Never, Never never never. You deserved better, way better. Someone like him…

“Mmm Fuckkk, Satoruuu. stretching me s’good” you cried out in pure ecstasy as the tip of his cock rubs against your g-spot so rawly and naturally in a way that felt heavenly —your boyfriend was never able to find it.

“Yeah? You like me splitting open this pretty pussy with my cock? When was the last time you had a good fucking like this, babe?” Satoru laughed breathlessly, his cock throbbing with each thrusts.

The bed sinking as a result from his weight as he bullied his hefty cock into you—fucking you absolutely dumb, deeper into his mattress.

Your glassy eyes were now obscured by a hazy blur, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins as your eyes rolled back—Satoru thought the sight of you like this was so so beautiful. Seeing his precious little best friend whom he loveee so much getting dumbed down from his dick etched something primal in him.

His mouth gaped slightly as he moaned, his eyes full of desire and passion. He brought his face closer, his warm breath brushing against your skin before he smashed his lips onto yours.

His mouth completely devouring you as the both of you moaned in unison, lost in the intensity of the kiss—your tongues tangling together as your tummy fluttered in excitement.

His skin stuck to yours disgustingly as your boobs bounced against his chest, your fingers laced through his hair. The sensation made him groan before he eventually pulled away from the passionate kiss.

He quickly switched positions, hauling your body closer to him so your ass could slowly be arched up—resting against his thighs as he pounded your sloppy, messy cunt at the deeper angle.

A rhythmic series of “Hahhh!” fills the room—almost like a chant of pleasure escaping his lips as his gaze is fixated on where the two of you were connected—his cock completely disappearing inside your warm core at the snap of his hips as his snowy pubic hair lightly nudges against the sensitive bud of your arousal.

“This pussy is taking me in so well, fuck he could never—dunno why you were even with him–nghh! in the first place” he emphasizes on the last word with a deep, hard powerful thrust.

“I could treat ya so much better than he ever did sweetheart, better forget about him—don't ever wanna see you crying that fucker again” he smirks down at fucked out face—so cute and pretty all clumsy from his cock.

Thick balls slapping against your asshole as your slick coats both of them, forming a slippery layer that gradually dripped down onto his sheets.

“Or don't worry, heh—i’ll just fuck you into a brainless little slut, that'll surely make you forget about him” he laughs out. His tongue dragging against his lips as his fingers kneads into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Your eyes rolled back uncontrollably to his words, it was obvious to you that Satoru had a little crush on you for a while now and fucking hated your boyfriend but hearing him actually vocalizing his feelings in such a vulnerable, intimate moment made you lose your mind.

His lengthy cock dug into your pussy in such a mean manner in the new angle—his relentless thrusts hitting your cervix over and over, making your pussy overflowing with juices all over his dick, facilitating to force his dick into you.

You squealed, feeling his finger suddenly rubbing fast circles on your clit—causing your inner walls to flutter around his shaft in a euphoric response to the new wave of pleasure that surged through your body.

“Mmmfp! Yesyesyes! don't stop, s’close” you exclaimed, your fingers tightly clasping onto the sheets to anchor yourself.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my dick baby?” He inquires with a toothy grin, his bicep muscles prominently bulging, emphasizing his toned physique as his abs flexes because of the angle. Giving you the most delicious view of his body.

“Yes! Ahh, Toruuu” Your eyebrows furrowed together as you felt your orgasm approaching. Your body trembled in ecstasy. The feeling of good sex was so so refreshing to you that you started questioning yourself why you weren’t with Satoru instead in the first place?. He was charming, rich, and funny—despite his annoying personality and teasing, he was almost perfect, but maybe because you two have been best friends for all those years, you just haven’t thought about him like that.

Before you knew it, milky white rings coated his cock—overlaying every inch of his shaft and painting his balls. “Mmmmm!” You breathe heavily, almost losing your mind as you watched Satoru’s eyes roll back at the feeling of you messing up his dick.

“Yessss, that’s it baby—God, fuck, making such a pretty mess all over me” he tried to keep his composure but he miserably failed, he just fucking couldn't, hell he couldn’t even pull out quick enough before spurting his hot cum directly into your womb, making loud squelching noises filling the room as his warm, sticky cum overflowed out of your pussy.

It was so so messy, there’s no way there wasn’t a big wet patch of cum below the two of you.

“So do ya prefer our date being tomorrow or the day after—I’d prefer tomorrow because I’m not working, plus I wanna take you out as soon as possible,” he said in a cheery, out-of-breath tone, managing to catch you off guard as if he wasn’t still balls deep inside of you.

“Seriously Satoru? We can discuss this later” you muttered with a hint of annoyance—causing him to pout in response before picking up your upper body to sit on his lap—cockwarming him.

He pulled you into a sweet, passionate kiss—his hands groping your ass as you tangled your fingers through his hair.

“Fineee” he playfully whispered—you giggled lowly, feeling his smile forming against your lips as he held you close.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hello queen. You are my favourite writer on tumblr. I'm always so excited when I see that you updated something. Could I please request Carlos daughter being a huge Barcelona football fan instead of Real Madrid. And when the drivers all together watch a game against those two and Real wins, Carlos daughter running to Charles cause her father made her team lose

Thank you so much 💓

Real vs Barca

The paddock buzzed with its usual pre-race energy. Engineers ran last-minute checks, journalists hovered with their microphones at the ready, and fans crowded the stands, hoping for a glimpse of their favorite drivers. But amid all the racing chaos, Carlos had only one thing on his mind today: El Clásico.

It wasn’t just any match—it was Real Madrid vs. Barcelona. A day of rivalry, passion, and, most importantly, a chance for him to rub in Madrid’s superiority once and for all.

But there was one major problem.

His own daughter, Yn, was a Barcelona fan.

Carlos still didn’t understand how it happened. He had done everything right. When Yn was born, he had immediately wrapped her in a Real Madrid onesie, played Madrid anthems in the nursery, and even taught her to clap whenever he said “Hala Madrid.” For a while, it worked. She would happily wear Madrid’s white jersey, cheering along without question.

Then she turned four.

Suddenly, she had opinions. Suddenly, she loved FC Barcelona.

It had started with her favorite color—blue. Then it was the cool Barcelona crest, then the way her little heart decided Gavi was her favorite player. And now, today, in the motorhome filled with drivers who came to watch the game, she stood proudly in a tiny Barcelona jersey with Gavi’s name printed on the back.

Carlos groaned in despair.

“Mi amor, por favor, why are you doing this to me?” he sighed dramatically, kneeling to her level.

Yn giggled, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously. “Barca is the best, Papá!”

“No, mija, Madrid is the best,” Carlos corrected, fixing her jersey like he could erase the colors from existence. “We are Madridistas in this house.”

Yn shook her head firmly. “I am Barca.”

“Dios mío,” Carlos muttered, standing up as Max, Lando, Pierre, and Charles walked into the room, holding bowls of snacks and drinks.

“Are we ready for the drama?” Lando smirked, plopping onto the couch.

“The game or the father-daughter war?” Pierre teased, nodding toward Carlos, who had his arms crossed, glaring at the tiny Barcelona fan.

“The war,” Max answered, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Because if Barca wins, Carlos might actually cry.”

Carlos groaned. “She’s four! She’s supposed to listen to me.”

“She’s four,” Charles corrected, leaning against the table with a smug grin. “She does what she wants.”

Yn grinned up at her uncle Charlie and reached her little arms out. “Up!”

Carlos watched in horror as his own daughter abandoned him and climbed into Charles’ arms, snuggling against him.

“Oh, come on!” Carlos threw his hands in the air. “She’s my daughter!”

“She’s also my niece,” Charles teased, poking Yn’s side and making her giggle. “And clearly, she has taste.”

“She does not have taste!” Carlos objected. “She’s four, she doesn’t even know what taste is!”

Yn gasped dramatically. “I do know! And Barca is better.”

Max whistled lowly. “Oof, Carlos, I think she’s got you there.”

Carlos covered his face with his hands. “I cannot believe this is happening.”

As the game started, the room filled with anticipation. Carlos sat on the couch, Yn nestled beside Charles, her little legs swinging off the edge. Every time Barcelona touched the ball, she cheered loudly, clapping her hands.

Carlos groaned. His own daughter was against him.

“She’s happy,” Charles said with a chuckle, rubbing Yn’s back.

“I am not,” Carlos deadpanned.

The game was intense. Real Madrid took the lead, and Carlos cheered loudly, pumping his fists in the air. Yn pouted, crossing her arms. Then Barcelona equalized, and she jumped up, screaming excitedly, throwing her little arms around Charles.

Carlos watched in betrayal.

When Real Madrid scored again, Carlos lifted his arms victoriously.

“¡Vamos! That’s what I’m talking about!” He grinned at Yn. “See, mi amor? Madrid is better.”

Yn stuck out her tongue at him. “Not true!”

The final minutes were nerve-wracking, but when the referee blew the whistle, the score read 2-1 to Real Madrid.

Carlos jumped up, celebrating like he had won a Grand Prix.

Yn, however, looked absolutely devastated. Her little face fell, her lip wobbling, eyes glassy with tears.

“Mi niña, don’t be sad,” Carlos said quickly, kneeling in front of her. “It’s just a game, okay? You’ll win next time.”

Yn sniffled. Then, her little eyebrows furrowed, and she glared at Carlos.

“This is your fault.”

Carlos blinked. “What?”

Yn stomped her tiny foot. “You were too happy! That’s why Barca lost!”

The entire room erupted into laughter.

“No, no, no,” Carlos quickly shook his head, trying to grab her hands, but Yn turned and ran straight into Charles’ arms.

Carlos was left, kneeling on the floor, watching as his daughter buried her little face into Charles’ chest while he rubbed her back comfortingly.

“Carlos,” Lando wheezed through laughter.

Pierre wiped a tear from his eye. “Man, you shouldn't have cheered so much for Real. Look at poor Yn.”

“Not my fault!” Carlos objected, still in shock. “Why am I the bad guy?”

Yn peeked up from Charles’ shoulder and glared at her Papá. “Because you made Barca lose.”

Carlos groaned dramatically. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Max clapped him on the back. “At least Madrid won?”

Carlos sighed, defeated, watching his daughter cling to Charles. He would need a new strategy. Maybe next season, he could convince her to switch teams. Until then… he had lost this battle.

But not the war.

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Authors Note: Hey loves!I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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[moonstruckme]

hi mae you mentioned new girl au asks and so i have arrived!

i've lived alone most of my adult life and while i'm content pretty much all of the time, there is a specific situation where i've wished i had roommates.

it's those days where i've fucked up at work or a friend is mad at me and I miss the bus and have to wait in the rain without an umbrella, and I get home to a completely empty and cold apartment and just start sobbing as soon as i get through the door. during those days i feel like the most pathetic girl in the world and really just wish i could text my roommates to make extra food or turn on a heated blanket or just like, offer a hug lol.

i would love to see how the marauders would react to their new roommate on a shitty day like that, if you feel like writing it <3

Thank you lovely <3

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s all you can do to make it inside. Your throat has been tight the entire last two blocks to your building; your eyes start to burn in the elevator, small puddles of rainwater forming beneath your shoes. By the time you’re fitting your key into the lock, you know you won’t make it to your room. You only hope that no one is home to witness your upset. 

Of course, with three flatmates who all have incredibly varying schedules, that is never the case. 

“Hey!” says James, not immediately visible but evidently having heard the door. “Do you wanna come say something to Mr. Palmer? We’re trying to make him believe in ghosts.” 

You look into his room as you pass by. James is lying stomach-down on his bed above a heating vent situated low in the wall. His smile is all mischievous anticipation. When he looks up at your approach, it falters. 

“You alright?” 

“Who’s Mr. Palmer?” you ask. 

“He’s…” James blinks, sitting up. “He lives below us. Hey, are you okay?” 

You shrug pathetically, pressing your lips together as your eyes burn even more furiously. You take a step back, retreating automatically to your room, but James frowns and opens his arms, beckoning you towards him. It’s too tempting an offer to pass up. 

“What happened?” he asks, rubbing your back. He hugs you like you’ve known each other for years, unreserved in his touching. “You’re soaked, babe.” 

You give a little laugh. “I know.” 

“Did you walk in the rain the whole way to your interview?” 

“I got kinda wet on the way there, then bombed it, then missed the bus coming home.” 

James makes a sympathetic noise. “Why didn’t you just get the tube? Or call one of us to come get you?” 

Your heart warms at the thought that one of your flatmates would have left the flat and taken their own public transportation just to bring you home. “My phone died.” 

“Oh.” James rubs your back again. “I’m sorry, babe. That’s tough luck.” 

You sniffle. You feel bad for crying into the shoulder of this boy who you really only met recently, but the hug actually is helping. You feel half as anxious as you had when you came in, though nothing really has changed. James must just give really good hugs. 

You look over your shoulder when you hear footsteps approaching. Like James, the impishness in Sirius’ expression dies when he sees you. “Good god.” He lowers the plastic recorder he’s carrying. “What happened to you? You’re soaked.” 

What is it with these boys and stating the obvious?

“I know,” you say, using the butt of your palm to wipe your face, “thanks.” 

“James, what’ve you done to her?”

“It wasn’t me!” James holds up his hands. “It was the weather. And the TfL.” 

“Well get the poor thing a towel!” Sirius tosses the recorder onto the bed, stalking from the room. “Christ, I have to do everything around here.” 

You eye the recorder. “Why did he bring…?” 

“We were trying to make Mr. Palmer think he’s hearing ghosts,” James explains. “Thought woodwinds might add to the effect. Do you want tea?” 

Tea, you’ve learned, is how your flatmates sometimes refer to dinner. Most of the time this sounds far preferable to you than the actual beverage. 

“I could eat,” you say. 

“Can’t believe you didn’t leave a trail of water from the door,” says Sirius, returning with a towel. “Here.” 

You take it, not keen on admitting how you wrung the moisture from the ends of your hair before entering the building. Too humiliating. 

You allow James to shepherd you into the kitchen, where Remus is busy with something on the stove. His brow creases with concern at the state of you. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“She missed the bus,” James explains succinctly. 

Remus frowns. “Oh, that’s shit. How did your interview go?” 

Your throat contracts all over again. You try to keep your mouth from wobbling. “Not very good,” you say quietly. 

“I’m sure it was better than you thought,” says James. 

Remus hums his agreement. “I’m making pasta. Would you like any?” 

“But I…” You clear your throat, trying not to seem too pathetic. “I didn’t pay for any of the groceries.” 

He tsks. “Don’t worry about that. Would you like some?” 

James nudges you towards a chair beside the one Sirius has already taken. “Um,” you hesitate, “sure, please. Thank you.” 

Sirius smirks. “And people say the English are overly polite.” 

You don’t speak much. You aren’t in a mood for talking, and Sirius and James do well enough to fill the silence anyways. They don’t seem to mind letting you mope, though after a while their chatter does lighten your mood some. They’re just so at home with each other, it’s difficult to be around them and not feel like you’re home too. 

“Thanks,” you murmur when Remus brings you a plate. 

He sets a hand on top of your head, a brief solace. “Don’t mention it.” 

The more familiar you become with English accents, the more distinct Remus’ sounds to you. You can hear it in his vowels sometimes, the way he says news or orange, the soft lilt when you try to help him in the kitchen and he tells you to sit down, love. You wonder if he’s from a different area than James and Sirius. You’ll have to ask him sometime. 

“Can I ask for something ridiculous?” you say. 

Sirius raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re always being some degree of ridiculous,” he drawls, in the sort of tone you’ve only recently learned to recognize as teasing, “so why stop now.” 

“Is it, like, treasonous to ask to have actual tea with your tea?” 

James looks delighted. “You want tea?” 

You squirm, oddly sheepish. “It sounds sort of comforting, I guess.” 

He hops up, kissing the top of your head enthusiastically as he goes for the kettle. “We’ll make a Brit out of you yet.” 

[amyzworldds]

Title: Silent Screamer

Masterlist

Yn, seventeen’s noisy, online-addicted maknae, goes quiet to spite her teasing members, leaving fans worried. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th Member Genre: Humor, Fluff

It all started innocently enough. Seventeen's yn, the group’s chaotic 14th member and resident maknae, had built a reputation among carats as the loudest, wildest, and most internet-obsessed idol in kpop history. She was a full of energy—always screaming at the top of her lungs during practice, posting unhinged tiktok with Dokyeom (her partner-in-crime), and flooding weverse with the most random thoughts imaginable. One minute she’d be ranting about how Vernon ate her last ramen packet “VERNON OPPA, I TRUSTED YOU!”, the next she’d be uploading a blurry selfie with the caption, “is my left eyebrow possessed or is it just me?” carats adored her for it. She was their unfiltered queen.

Her tiktok duets with Dokyeom were legendary. The two of them once spent an entire day recreating every viral sound they could find, from DK dramatically lip-syncing “OH NO, I’M FALLING IN LOVE” while yn pretended to faint in the background, to yn doing an exaggerated aegyo dance while DK wheezed off-screen. Fans lived for their chaos. “DK and YN are the siblings we didn’t know we needed,” one carat commented. Another wrote, “They’re single-handedly keeping my Wi-Fi bill paid.”

But yn’s online presence wasn’t just limited to tiktok. Weverse was her personal diary. She’d post things like: “Woozi-oppa just glared at me for singing ‘Hot’ off-key in the shower… I think he’s plotting my demise,” or “Ordered a giant inflatable unicorn online. Arrived today. Mingyu-oppa popped it by sitting on it. I’m suing for emotional damages.” And don’t even get started on her shopping addiction. Every other day, a new package would arrive at the dorm—random stuff like a neon-green wig “for emergencies”, a set of glow-in-the-dark chopsticks “aesthetic”, or—most infamously—a life-sized cardboard cutout of herself. When it arrived, she proudly propped it up near the dorm’s front door, declaring, “This is so you oppas won’t miss me when I’m out of town! Look at it and remember your precious maknae!” The members stared at it, dumbfounded, as she beamed. “It’s like I’m always here with you!”

“Yn-ah,” Seungcheol had said, rubbing his temples, “we see you every day. We’re not gonna miss you that much.”

“Rude, Cheol oppa!” she’d huffed. “You’ll thank me when I’m on a solo schedule and you’re all crying because I’m not here to brighten your lives!”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan had smirked, “I’ll just cry into this creepy cardboard version of you staring at me every time I walk in. Super comforting.”

She’d stuck her tongue out at him and moved on, but the cutout stayed—lurking by the door like a silent, slightly judgmental yn clone.

She was noisy, she was wild, and she was always glued to her phone. That is, until one fateful day when everything changed.

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It began during a casual group dinner. Yn was mid-rant about how she’d just spent 30 minutes arguing with a stranger in the comments of a random tweet about whether pineapple belongs on pizza “IT DOES, FIGHT ME!”, when Seungkwan finally snapped. “Yn-ah, do you ever stop being online? I swear, your phone is surgically attached to your hand.” The rest of the members laughed, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah,” Mingyu chimed in, smirking. “I bet you couldn’t survive a day without Wi-Fi. You’d probably cry for your tiktok like a baby.”

“Excuse me?!” Yn shot back, slamming her chopsticks down dramatically. “I am not that dependent on the internet! I could totally live without it!”

“Oh, really?” Jun said, leaning forward with that mischievous glint in his eyes. “Prove it, then. No phone, no tiktok, no weverse, no random packages of useless crap—like that life-sized you by the door that’s been judging me every morning. Let’s see how long you last, Miss ‘I Tweeted About My Sock Falling Off Yesterday.’”

“I DIDN’T TWEET THAT, I POSTED IT ON WEVERSE, OPPA!” Yn screeched, her voice echoing through the dorm. “And that cutout is a gift to you all! You’re welcome! And fine! I’ll prove it! Starting tomorrow, I’m going full mysterious-quiet-yn mode. No posting, no whining, no nothing. You’ll see—I’m not just some loud, whiny maknae who needs her phone!”

DK snorted. “Yeah, sure. I give it three hours before you’re begging me to film a tiktok with you.”

“OPPA, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!” yn wailed, flailing her arms. But the gauntlet was thrown. The bet was on.

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The next day, yn went silent. Like, scarily silent. No random posts. No tiktok updates. No bursting into the practice room screaming, “Hoshi-oppa, I just saw a TikTok of a tiger doing backflips, we need to try that!” Nothing. She just sat there during rehearsals, arms crossed, lips pursed, rolling her eyes dramatically every time one of the members tried to tease her. The life-sized cutout by the door stood as her only spokesperson, staring blankly at the oppas as they walked by.

“Aw, look at our little maknae,” Minghao cooed, ruffling her hair. “Trying so hard to be mysterious. What’s next? You gonna start wearing a trench coat and sunglasses indoors?”

Yn glared at him, swatting his hand away. “I’m proving a point, oppa. Keep laughing. You’ll see.”

The members couldn’t help themselves—they kept poking at her. “Bet she’s dying to check her phone right now,” Wonwoo said casually, scrolling through his own device. “Probably missing her daily dose of arguing with carats about whether cats or dogs are better.”

“I AM NOT!” Yn snapped, then immediately clamped her mouth shut, realizing she’d broken her 'quiet' persona. She huffed, crossed her arms tighter, and turned away, muttering, “Whatever. At least my cutout’s still here to remind you I exist.”

“Oh, we can’t forget you with that thing around,” Hoshi muttered, shuddering as he glanced at the cardboard yn. “I tripped over it last night and screamed because I thought it was a ghost.”

By day three, the fans noticed. Carats flooded weverse and tiktok with posts like, “Where’s YN? Did she lose her phone?” and “No random rants about Dino oppa stealing her snacks… is she okay?!” One fan even started a hashtag: #BringBackNoisyYN. The silence was deafening, and the fandom was in a full-on panic.

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Fast forward to a week later. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua decided to hop on a Weverse live to calm the fans down. The three of them sat in the dorm’s living room, surrounded by yn’s pile of abandoned packages. The life-sized cutout loomed by the door in the background, its unblinking stare adding an extra layer of absurdity to the scene. The chat was already buzzing.

“Oppa, where’s yn?!” one comment read. “Is she sick? She hasn’t posted in DAYS!”

“Yeah, she’s usually so loud and chaotic—what’s going on?” another fan typed.

Seungcheol let out a deep, hearty laugh, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, carats, don’t worry. Our maknae’s fine. She’s just… on a mission.”

“A mission?” Joshua echoed, grinning. “More like a tantrum.”

“Okay, here’s the tea,” Jeonghan said, leaning into the camera with that signature sly smile. “Our little yn-ie got mad because we teased her about being too loud and too online. You know how she’s always posting stuff like, ‘Seungkwan oppa yelled at me for breathing too loud’ or ‘I just ordered a disco ball for the dorm, don’t tell Woozi oppa?' Well, we told her she couldn’t survive without her phone, and she took it personally.”

“Very personally,” Seungcheol added, chuckling. “She’s been sulking around the dorm all week, trying to prove she can be ‘quiet and mysterious.’ It’s hilarious.”

The chat exploded. “LMAO YN IS SO DRAMATIC,” one fan wrote. “She’s really out here trying to be a silent queen??”

“She’s doing a decent job, though,” Joshua admitted, smirking. “She hasn’t whined at us in, like, four days. Usually, she’s screaming, ‘Mingyu oppa, stop eating my snacks!’ or ‘DK-oppa, let’s film a tiktok right now!’ But now? She just rolls her eyes and walks away. It’s kinda creepy.”

“Creepy but funny,” Seungcheol said. “Yesterday, Hoshi tried to get her to crack by jumping out from behind a door with that life-sized cutout of herself she got—oh yeah, she bought that thing so we ‘wouldn’t miss her’ when she’s out of town and stuck it by the door to ‘remind us of her greatness.’ Anyway, she didn’t even scream when he did it. Just glared at him and left. I think he’s still traumatized.”

Jeonghan snickered. “Oh, and don’t get me started on her shopping habit. We told her half her packages are useless junk—like that glow-in-the-dark toilet seat cover she got last month, or that cardboard yn staring at us 24/7. She got so mad, she swore she’d stop ordering stuff. But I saw her sneaking a peek at her phone last night. Bet she’s got a new shipment of random crap coming tomorrow.”

The fans were losing it in the chat. “GLOW-IN-THE-DARK TOILET SEAT?? SHE IS A GENIUS,” one wrote. “The cutout so they won’t miss her?? She’s iconic even when she’s quiet,” another added.

“So yeah,” Seungcheol concluded, still grinning. “She’s not missing or sick or anything. She’s just proving a point. Our wild, noisy maknae is trying to be all mysterious now. Don’t worry, carats—she’ll break eventually. She can’t resist tiktok forever. And honestly, that cutout’s doing a terrible job of replacing her—it doesn’t scream or order random junk.”

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Sure enough, two days later, yn caved. The members were in the middle of a dance practice when she suddenly burst into the room, phone in hand, screaming, “DK-OPPA, THERE’S A NEW TREND WE HAVE TO DO RIGHT NOW! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” She shoved her phone in his face, showing off some absurd filter that made their heads look like potatoes.

DK doubled over laughing. “I KNEW IT! You lasted, what, nine days? That’s a new record, yn-ah!”

“Shut up, oppa!” she whined, stomping her foot. “I proved my point! I can be quiet and mysterious! Now move, we’re filming this! And don’t touch my cutout—it’s still guarding the door!”

Within an hour, her tiktok was back online—a video of her and DK cackling as they danced with potato heads, captioned, “My mysterious era: officially over. Miss me, carats?” Weverse followed with a post: “I’m back, oppas are annoying, and I just ordered a lava lamp. Don’t tell Jeonghan-oppa. P.S. My cutout says hi.”

The fans rejoiced. The dorm was noisy again. The life-sized yn by the door stood watch as packages piled up once more. And seventeen's wild maknae was back where she belonged—screaming, posting, and driving her thirteen oppas absolutely insane.

[esmeefreckles]

Competition | Alexia Putellas x Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

ALEXIA G!P. CARO G!P. BLOWJOB. ANAL SEX. RIMMING.

"Okay, take them off." You commanded your girlfriends, Caro and Alexia, who did as they were told and pulled their pants down, freeing their cocks. 

The eroticism of the situation already kept them rock hard, and you reached out to hold them in each hand, hearing them sigh at your touch. Smiling mischievously, you pulled them a bit closer and pressed the tips of their cocks together, making a spark of pleasure run through them. "Are you both sure you don't want to back out?" you asked, feeling even more excited after seeing the visible reaction that their bodies gave at the act. Both of them confidently shook their heads, ready to endure anything.

You loved both of your girlfriends equally, and they would never doubt it. You knew that they loved you just as much. Even though both of them respected and cared about each other, it didn't stop them from being very competitive, always arguing about who was better at pleasing you, and trying to prove that they were the better one. You were definitely not going to complain about it, as you found this rivalry of theirs to be so hot. You wanted to see how far they were willing to take it.

And so, you waited for the next moment where you three were all together, your girlfriends already undressing you and planting kisses all over your neck and collarbone, and before you could get carried away by it, you spoke up. "Wait..." As soon as you said that, both of them pulled away from you and stared at you with a mix of curiosity and concern, making your heart melt as you said your next words. "I have a proposition for you two. I want to do something new, and I want to see who would be able to last longer," you stated, already seeing the intrigued look that you thought they would give, as they would not want to miss an opportunity to prove who has better endurance in bed.

"I'm always down for that. And what will be Caro's punishment once she loses?" Alexia asked, making you laugh at the small growl that came out of Caro.

"Whoever loses... will have their ass on the line."

Their eyes widened, and you could see the range of emotions flickering across their faces, being able to tell that neither of them wanted to show submission to the other, but backing down from a challenge would be weak in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, Alexia huffed and gestured in Caro's direction. "Is that it? Do you really think I would be scared of that? Might as well have her bend over for me right now."

Caro scoffed in response. "Oh, as if you would last longer than me. You can barely hold your load the moment you enter her."

Alexia turned to Caro's direction with an expression of challenge but smirked and crossed her arms. "Hmpf, let's see about that then. I've always wondered what you would look like with my cock deep inside of you..."

The smirk was returned tenfold. "Then you will keep wondering. I will accept as well, but don't come crying later when you find out that you're addicted to taking it up the ass."

You smiled, and after you made them undress themselves, you made Alexia lay on her back on their bed while Caro straddled her hips. Caro's cock was now on top of Alexia's, and that sight was affecting you just as much as you knew it was affecting them, even if they were trying to not let any sound escape them. But you wanted more, you wanted them to fully voice how good they were feeling without caring about looking weak to the other, so you finally grabbed both of their cocks together, earning two simultaneous gasps, and after a moment of feeling how hard and warm the shafts were against each other in your gentle grip, you began the slow rhythm of her hand while occasionally squeezing them tightly, making their groins burn pleasantly together. You could clearly see the way they were struggling to control their breathing as you rubbed them together, "How is it so far?"

"It's f-fine for me. I can't say the same for her." Alexia answered, though her voice and breathing were noticeably more strained than usual.

"...This is nothing," Caro growled, even though you could see how her hips were jerking and felt the twitches in her dick.

"Hmm... really? I guess I can do this, then." You teased while quickening the pace of your strokes, and you were delighted to hear that your girlfriend's grunts were now turning into louder groans while your hand kept pumping them both faster and faster. You couldn't hold your own moans at this act, secretly hoping they would allow you to do this many more times from now on, and when you saw the precum on their tips, you stilled your hand for a moment and brought the other to Alexia's tip, gathering the droplet of precum that was dribbling out of it with a finger and slowly spreading it all over Caro's cockhead, as Caro gives a surprised moan at the sensitiveness.

"Fu- Fuuuck..." Caro gasped.

Alexia was also giving you a surprised, but aroused look, her eyes rolling back when you jerked them again with both hands this time, the gliding of your strokes being aided by their precum, and by now, Caro and Alexia had no hesitation in letting their voices out as they approached their climaxes, both women starting to rock their hips alongside your motions like they forgot all about the punishment. With their cocks twitching madly in your hands, you knew it would only be a matter of time before they couldn't hold it anymore, and you wondered who was going to shoot first.

"Fuck!".

To your surprise, it came from Alexia, her cock erupting on her torso while she groaned helplessly with every blast of cum that came out. The insistent throbbing of Alexia's cock set off Caro as well, her own load shooting out on top of Alexia's while she tried to keep her balance as her body trembled with pleasure, all while you kept stroking them through their orgasms, coaxing even more cum and moans out of them. Eventually, they had nothing left to give at the moment, and as Alexia closed her eyes and recovered from how surprisingly intense that orgasm was, she felt you releasing your grip on them while the weight on her body disappeared, so Alexia opened her eyes to see them staring at her, with Caro giving her an infuriating smirk through her own panting.

"Well, well, well, it appears that someone lost. You do remember what comes next, don't you?"

Alexia grits her teeth at her current mixed feelings, being disappointed that she didn't last longer than her girlfriend while her body betrayed her by feeling excited at the thought of her punishment, but she didn't let that show and hung her head low. "You're right. I lost. I accept my punishment."

Caro rolled her eyes in amusement and chuckled when Alexia yelped after you suddenly grabbed her legs and pushed them up in the air.

"Don't be so dramatic. It's not going to feel like a punishment, trust me," you said, your mouth immediately delving into Alexia's exposed anus, drawing another yelp from her at the sparks that ran through her body.

It wasn't the first time you had done this, but it was never to help prepare for an intrusion, and as Alexia tried to ignore that tongue assault on her ass, Caro kneeled on the bed next to her head, positioning her still erect dick next to her face and looking down at her with an expectant look. "I didn't agree to this."

"I know, but if it will make for an easier entry..."

Alexia growled again and swallowed her pride, turning her head to the side and opening her mouth to allow Caro to push her cock inside.

"Ooh, I always wanted to do this..." Caro moaned out, starting a slow rhythm inside of Alexia's mouth, who felt shocked at her girlfriend's admission that she wanted to be sucked by her. Even though Alexia herself would never admit this to them, she also had similar thoughts, sometimes fantasizing about running her tongue all over Caro's cock, and now that she was actually servicing it with her mouth and enjoying that act, she briefly wondered about how this would change their relationship before their stimulations were starting to overwhelm her.

Between your rimjob and Caro slowly fucking her throat, Alexia knew that her cock was at full mast again, with another orgasm not being far behind, and when Caro felt the vibrations of Alexia's increasing moans on her cock, she pulled away, slapping her wet cock on those lips a few times for good measure, and walking to your side while smirking again. "Uh-uh, you'll only get to finish again when I fuck it out of you."

Alexia glared at Caro to try and mask how turned on that made her as you took your tongue out of Alexia’s asshole and watched intently as Caro lined herself with it, the three women hissing when it went inside.

"My lord, what a tight hole... I'll make sure to not let it stay that way moving forward," Caro grunted as she pushed herself to the hilt.

"Hmm... I can't wait to see that... I love you two..." you breathed out, and Alexia kept her mouth sealed shut to avoid making any sound.

The stretch was much less painful and a lot more pleasurable than Alexia imagined, and as Caro moved, she covered her face with her arm to not show her reactions, enduring the pounding she was receiving as unresponsive as she could until the cock inside her hit a sensitive spot that accidentally made a small cry come out of her throat, something that was noticed by its owner.

"Hmm, what's the matter? Did this feel good?"

"S-Shut up." Alexia weakly rasped out as Caro continued thrusting into that spot. Even though she was trying not didn't want to admit how she was feeling, the three women knew it anyway, the twitches of her drooling erection and the tremors in her body being clear indications. Alexia grit her teeth and tried to control her heavy breathing before she felt a mouth on her chest and a hand on her dick, and she removed her arm from her face to see you sucking one of her breasts while Caro stroked her. 

"W-What are you two... doing!" Alexia began, but her speech dissolved into a stream of moans at those new sensations. With your mouth on her nipple while your hand pinched the other and with Caro accelerating even more the pace of her strokes and her thrusts, stretching her even further, there was no way for Alexia to hold back her reactions and her orgasm anymore, and after a particularly hard thrust from Caro, her body stiffened and she once again unloaded all over herself, the spurts almost hitting you with the rest dribbling on Caro's still pumping hand.

Caro smiled in satisfaction as she watched Alexia cum while being fucked, and she decided to join in by hitting herself and painting her insides with her load. "Take it!" She groaned, the feeling of coming inside her girlfriend while the hole she was inside became even tighter made this one of the biggest loads of her life, and when it finally ended, Caro sighed as she pulled away from the stretched entrance with her seed leaking out of it.

After Alexia recovered, she rubbed her eyes with her hands and debated whether or not to look at Caro to see the victorious smirk she would be wearing, finally deciding to glance at her and have her suspicions confirmed.

"What a mess you made. I always knew that you would love getting fucked by me, and now, both of you know that too." Caro smirked while lapping up Alexia's cum that landed on her hand, and she growled quietly.

Being there, leaking cum, while Caro tasted her release after fucking it out of her, Alexia felt ashamed for letting this happen to her, and with a determined look, she got up from the bed and walked up to Caro, who raised one eyebrow at her sudden closeness. Caro didn't need to wait long as Alexia then surprised all of them by grabbing Caro's face and pulling her into a kiss, Caro eagerly kissed back while holding Alexia's hips, both of them sharing the taste in their mouths while all of the cum from today on Alexia's torso now smeared on Caro's. 

After making out for a moment, Alexia broke the kiss and looked deep into Caro's eyes. "Next time, you'll be the one bending over for me."

Caro raised her brows, but then lightly chuckled and smiled softly. "I'll be waiting then. But I warn you, I won't give it to you that easily."

"Hmm, I wouldn't want you to." Alexia breathed and took Caro's lips again, all while you stared in fascination.

It was a very rare treat to see your girlfriends interacting like this, let alone eagerly swapping spit with each other, and as you watched the sword fighting going on down there while they made out, you finally remembered your own arousal, forgetting all about it during the heated competition. Bringing a hand to your panties, it was no surprise that they were already drenched. A moan escaped you as you caressed herself, and a quick glance at your girlfriends made her freeze, both of them now staring at you with hunger in their gazes, with Caro speaking up to Alexia. "I think we already let someone have her fun today. Wouldn't you say that she needs her own punishment?"

"I agree," Alexia responded, and you laughed awkwardly.

"Heh heh... D-Don't say that, it's not like you two didn't enjoy it too!" you tried to argue, but there was a big smile on your face as they approached her, and you made no move to resist their touches, already thinking about what could be the next competition.

One thing was for certain, you knew they would be looking forward to it just as much as you.

[xoluvx]

Where Billie and reader have been together for a while and it’s readers birthday and she wants to be in control for the night and although Billie is hesitant because she’s usually dominant she agrees and is pleasantly surprised

okay so i'm running laps around my room. i love this request so much. yes yes yes. enjoy, angel. also i just realized i did billie’s birthday.. not reader’s. oops ₊˚⊹♡

"oh my god," you whimpered looking down at your girlfriend. her eyes filled with lust. brows furrowed with pleasure as her lips curled into a teasing smile. there was something both endearing and satisfying about you being in charge, yet still folding at every word she said; melting with every moan that came out of her lips.

you weren't used to being dominant. you loved it when she handled you. when she told you what to do and gave it to you exactly how she wanted, but you'd decided tonight was the night. a birthday treat. she'd been hesitant. shaking her head trying to pry you from her lap as you clung to her shoulders and begged in her ear; as you swayed your hips and kissed her neck.

when you promised she could do whatever she wanted after, she caved. smirking and kissing your lips as you smiled with triumph. she guided you through it all. holding the new toy in her hands. you stared at it a little too long. a birthday gift to herself. she'd planned on using it on you, but since you'd insisted-

"how?" you asked. your eyes big looking at the dildo then your girlfriend.

"this-" she pointed to the smaller end "-goes inside you," she said sweetly.

"and this-" she stroked the fake cock with her hand, it was bigger than anything she'd used before "-goes inside me," she whispered meeting your eyes. you swallowed. eyes big with curiosity, anticipation, and nerves. you nodded listening to her instructions.

"you think you can handle that, sweet girl?" her voice was soft faking concern when you knew she wanted you to say no. she wanted you to take back your decision to be in control tonight. so when you nodded and stood confidently, she raised her brows and a mischievous smile spread on her lips.

you stood naked as she sat on the bed. you watched as she inserted the smaller part into your pussy. she grinned at the way your lips parted. it was small, but it felt good. specially as she rubbed your clit. you held her shoulders meeting her eyes. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth before pushing her back. you were in charge.

you played the part as she opened her legs. held the inside of her thigh as you guided the dildo into her pussy. slowly entering her. her breathing growing heavier each time you inched deeper. stopping when she held your wrist then continuing when she let go and held your hip. you bottomed out, humming when you felt her thighs close around your waist. you asserted your dominance, opening her thighs, moving your hips. pulling out and slamming back in. she snarled and tossed her head.

when she urged you to keep going. to go faster. to go harder.. you started crumbling. the sensation was so overwhelming you were slowly falling apart. you held your hands on either side of her face. moving your hips the best you could, but every time she moaned and looked at you with those beautiful watery eyes and round lips you lost it.

"please, billie-" you moaned with desperation. you didn't know what you were begging her for. you were in control. you got what you wanted. you were rutting your hips. you were drowning in her moans. she was crying out. she was wrapping her legs around your waist. she was fisting the bed sheets calling you her good girl and how the fuck was it possible that she had you wrapped around her finger when you were the one in charge?

you were slamming into her mesmerized by the way her tits bounced. her blissful moans drove you crazy. her eyes were starting to roll to the back of her head each time you rubbed against her pelvis. you were so tight. every part of your body tingling.

when you fell down on her chest, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders. her lips on your cheek as you continued moving her hips. you held her thighs. nails clawing her skin as you rutted your hips. sweaty and out of breath. desperate for release, but not until you knew she was done. she clung to your shoulders encouraging every moan that fell from your lips.

"you're being so good for me," she breathed against your ear moaning when you palmed her thigh.

"cum, please-" you turned your face to find her lips. you were begging. you couldn't hold off much longer. you pressed your lips on hers. they moved sloppily as her legs quivered and her hands cupped your face guiding the kiss. your tongues collided messily. wet. sweet. desperate. sighing. whimpering. whining as she lifted her hips. thighs shaking.

she held your face. your bottom lip tucked between her teeth. her eyes shut tight as her body convulsed. orgasm washing over her like a tsunami. she was holding her breath until you pulled out. she let go of your lip shaking and gasping for air. her hair stuck to her shoulders, to her forehead. her rosy cheeks so beautiful on her warm complexion. flushed. if this is how you looked every time, it was no wonder she loved it so much.

"happy birthday," you breathed kissing her temple as she gave you a shaky laugh still gathering herself. she felt like she was floating. you'd been in control, but part of her had been too and it'd all resulted in the most mind blowing orgasm she'd had yet.

sure, she'd do it again. of course, she'd do this again. and sure, it'd been a real birthday treat, but now she got to do whatever she wanted to you and she was eager to use her birthday gift.

[dorabellingham]

Talk too

warning: none

characters: jude x mom!reader

summary: when you're trying to have a more intimate moment but your little girl has more interesting plans

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a quiet night in the Bellingham house. After a day full of laughter, games and running around with Nala, you and Jude finally managed to put the little one to sleep. She had fought bravely against sleep, as always, but tiredness won, and the little girl fell asleep in her room surrounded by stuffed animals. In the bedroom, you finished tying your hair in a messy bun and sat on the bed. Jude, already lying down, watched you with a mischievous smile, his arms crossed behind his head.

—You know, right?

He began, his tone full of ulterior motives.

You arched an eyebrow, pretending not to understand.

—Know what, darling?

Your husband sat up, leaning closer.

—That it’s just the two of us now. Nala is sleeping... and we deserve to enjoy it.

You laughed, pushing him lightly on the chest.

—You’re so confident that she won’t show up here again, Jude.

—Confident? —Jude made an expression of false indignation. —I’m her father. She knows that mommy and daddy need time to… talk.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile.

—Talk, huh?

Jude just shrugged, moving closer and gently holding your face. He pressed his lips to yours, starting with a slow kiss, but soon increasing the intensity. You responded, feeling the heat of his touch, while he slid his hands around your waist.

You were so immersed in the moment that you didn’t even hear the small footsteps in the hallway. But suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed hard, and a small voice complained:

—Mommy? Daddy?

You pulled away from Jude immediately, both of you turning to find a small figure standing in the doorway, holding her blankie and with messy curls.

—Nala? —You asked, trying to hide your rapid breathing. —What's wrong, my love?

She rubbed her eyes and took a few hesitant steps into the room.

—I don't like being alone, mommy…

Bellingham sighed and ran his hand over his face, frustrated, but soon softened his expression.

—Baby, you were already asleep. What happened?

The little girl looked at him with her eyes full of innocence.

—I dreamed that the dinosaur ate me.

You held back a laugh, feeling your heart melt. You got up from the bed and crouched down in front of your daughter.

—Oh, my pretty girl… But there are no dinosaurs here. They won't get you, okay?

She nodded, but still seemed hesitant. Before you could say anything else, she raised her little arms to her father.

—Daddy, can I sleep with you?

Jude looked at you, clearly fighting the urge to say no. He knew that if he said no, Nala would probably be left crying in her own room, and that would only ruin any chance of “couple time.”

—Of course, my little princess.

Jude finally answered, picking up his little girl and laying her down on the bed with her.

You watched as the little girl snuggled into the large comforter, her eyes already half closed and the blanket against her face. Jude sighed resignedly and looked at you.

—Looks like the conversation will have to wait, babe.

You laughed softly, lying down next to them and stroking your daughter’s curls.

—Maybe tomorrow, right?

Nala was almost asleep again, but she still mumbled, in a sleepy voice:

—I like to talk too…

Jude looked at you and rolled his eyes dramatically, whispering:

—She’s definitely your daughter, Y/n.

You laughed, throwing a pillow at him, while Jude finally accepted that this hot night would have to be postponed once again. After all, life with a little Bellingham at home was full of surprises.

[velnoni]

just like the other ask i love love love! ur interpretation of ford. i need more almost religiously. can we have more hcs involving romance and maybe a little nsfw stuff?

Romantic Ford Headcanons

ask and ye shall recieve.

Will absolutely flush if you kiss his hand, especially in public. He finds something like that mischievous, but lowkey will not complain, merely grumble softly to himself. Morning kisses are a bonus and have helped him adjust to a more slow paced life.

Pet names. Perhaps a shortened version of your name if your name is long enough. My dear, honey, handsome/beautiful. In his journal, he'll refer to you as the love of his life.

Head scratches or foot/back massages. Both of you, when overworked, appreciate them so so much. Ford will greatly appreciate it when you coax him out the lab, into your lap, and run your hands through his peppered hair. He makes a noise stuck between a groan and sigh, and in no time, his breathing evens out. When he does it for you, he will often offer it after a crappy day at work. Cue the extra fingers working magic and applying pressure in all the right places.

It could be said he can make edible meals, but he's no Gordan Ramsey. So when he comes home to you making a home cooked meal, he can't help but fall for you harder. To be able to sit down, eat, and not worry if the food is poisonous...it's enough to make a grown man cry. His favorite recipe might be a spaghetti dish.

Get this man some jelly beans, and he'll be a happy lad.

Play any nerd board with him and Dipper, and you will see his eyes turn into hearts, which should be physically impossible. Finds your facial expression cute when you're stuck on something.

Stargazing on the roof of the Mystery Shack is a must, and he never gets tired of speaking of the stars with you. When you told him about the new horoscopes that sparked a new conversation.

Expedition dates are great, but local diner hangouts always feel more intimate with you. Ford may or may not have stolen a french fry if you weren't looking...perhaps Stan is rubbing off on him.

It's not something you know, but once considered, finding out a way to allow you to see colors humans normally can not perceive like Bill once did for him. But ultimately decided against it.

Random gifts from Ford can range from receiving a flower, clothes that don't stain, or a new creature he found in the wild.

*nsft under the cut

Surprisingly quite sensitive. If you rake your nails against his skin, he'll shiver and try to push you off. But keep doing it, and you'll get a whimper out of him.

If you kiss each finger, naming what you like about him or how you'll screw the daylights out him alongside licking them, please expect said fingers inside of you tonight.

He likes grabbing you by the waist and might give a teasing squeeze if feeling brave. He's smug when he does so. On days when you're both alone, you might feel him wrap his arms around you with a little surprise pressing up your backside. Will always ask for permission to go forward.

The kind of person to see you doing something in your natural habitat and get aroused from it. Reading a book? Biting a pen? Covered in mud from helping Mabel with her garden that was raided by suspiciously handsome men with gnomes riding them? He finds it unbecoming of a scientist to fall folly to such primal instincts but will grab your hand when you're alone and stare at you with a slight desperation.

Kiss sessions can go for a good while with some groping. He prefers to be in control, but if you whisper for him to lay beneath you and say his full name, you'll have the old man putty in your hands. Nibble on his ear and that'll earn you six fingered smack on the butt. His ears are really sensitive you've realized...suspiciously so.

If you point that out and keep asking, Ford might one day ask you to stick your tongue in his ear. And if you ever do this while palming his erection in his pants he'll cum early much to his embarrasment. He could never live down the shame but will always come back for more.

He's a fan of blowjobs since they're easy to clean up and really enjoy when you give them to him at a slow pace. He likes the buildup. He doesn't mind returning the deed. He finds your expression and moans quite invigorating.

There's a slight possibility he might be into sounding. Don't ask how he figured that out but he's too shy to bring it up right now.

Praise kink. It's practically endless! Smart, handsome, gorgeous, sexy, silver fox, cutie pie, fantastic, how are you so good at this, good job, keep doing that, etc.

Likes watching/being watched while masturbating. Bonus points if you walked in on him. Once you did and he came like a hormonal teenager, face beet red and glasses cloudy.

Slow and steamy sex is something he prefers because he likes to watch you come undone under his watchful gaze but there are times where he'll feel spontaneous and rile you up throughout the day so you pounce him in privacy. Conniving fella. Have enough stamina to hold you up & hammer you against the wall but prefers a bed.

"Stanford..." You whispered in a low voice as you rearranged yourself behind him. Ford tensed at your voice, feeling his soul jump as your naked arms slide underneath his own, linking together against his chest. "Y-Yes, my dear?" He asks when he remembers to respond to you. He wanted to look at you, kiss your lips, taste you on his own, and have his hands roam every inch of your body. Especially considering your very naked body in question was pressed against his back side. But he didn't.

He steeled himself to your provactice antics and touched the buckle of his belt. He hears you chuckle into his ear, the softness of your lips when it makes contact with his earlobe. Then his cheek and the side of his neck where that wretched tattoo resided. Oh... He couldn't help but sigh and think mentally he was much too old for this. But as if you read his mind, you cupped the pompous bulge that was quite evident through his corduroy pants. You gave it a gentle squeeze and waited.

"More..."

"More what?"

His voice is now a whisper. His Adam apple rises as he swallows his saliva. "More, please." He could feel himself come undone when you call him a good boy. Tonight is going to be one of those nights.

[ambermeh]

Sitting in Chris' lap

warning: smut

It had all started when he called for you to come over, but there were no chairs. Sitting on his lap wasn't something uncommon for the two of you, but, at the same time, you were aware that his brothers and all your friends where nearby. Still, you went ahead. The roughness of his jeans almost scratching on your skin, as your legs weren't covered. His hands laid casually around your waist and on your knees. Rubbing small circles over and over. You had adjusted, not deliberately. But you started to feel his head lay on your shoulder.

'i can feel you on my leg' His whispered. You turned round almost confused at his statement. Of course he could feel you. But his hand started to rest further up your leg. Oh.

Your face reddened at the realisation.

'Chris- please not here' You pleaded not wanting everyone to look at the two of you, incase they had noticed Chris' hand, knowing that he wasn't likely to stop.

'fine, hey me and Y/N are just going upstairs, I've got a bit of a headache' Everyone got back to what they were doing as the two of you left.

Once you had entered another room in this building, Chris sat down. His legs spread open a bit, as he made a gesture for you to sit down.

You followed not long after, sitting on his lap. Although, he had made you sit in front of a mirror. You gazed at his smug and mischievous look on his face.

'well, we're somewhere else now, so you can see yourself while you grind on my dick, okay ma?'

His hand grabbed your neck, allowing you only to look at the two of you in the mirror. The other hand guiding your waist. He rolled you back, you could see him looking between your face and the view of you grinding back. Eyes looking into your somewhat shut eyes through the mirror, as the contact between your pussy and his dick were subdued by his jeans.

'Chris, I need more, need you to put it in' The pressure of grinding barely satisfying you, as well as the slow pace that Chris was going. His hand refusing to let your hips roll faster, as you felt his now hard dick pressing against your clothed core. The wetness now on his jeans as well.

'Nah, this is all you get baby, it can't all be on your terms'

After a few minutes of Chris slightly increasing the speed but then going back to making you slow down your movements, you started to feel a small knot in your stomach. But it was unreachable at this pace. Tears of frustration where beginning to brim in your eyes. The knot in your stomach mocking you as it just stayed a dull ache and not giving you any release.

'I'm close, just need it a bit faster, please Chris'

'Y/N you're not supposed to cum, this was what you wanted, you wanted to be away from everyone. Now, stop crying because you know it will only spur me on and let me use you to get me off, okay?'

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Divider from @/enchanthings

[nanaslutt]

Househusband pleasure dom Nananmi :3

contains: fem reader, daddy kink, oral (f!r), fingering, squirting, rough, hair pulling, praise, dirty talk, masturbation(m)

MDNI

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Househusband!Nanami loves doing the dishes for the both of you after you finish eating the extravagant dinner he made the two of you. He especially loves it when you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, freely groping his chest and abs under his shirt as he scrubs a plate with a sponge. "Mmmm," You hummed against his back, closing your eyes are you relished in the feeling of his rock-solid body. "You okay honey?" He asked in his saccharine-sweet tone, his deep voice seeping into your ears and sending chills down your spine with just a few simple words.

"Yeah.. jus wanna go lay down with you." You confessed, rubbing your cheek against his neck. "I'm almost done with the dishes my love, why don't you go get ready for bed and I'll meet you there?" He replied, smiling at your neediness. "Who said anything about going to sleep?" You retorted, poking your head out on the side of his body to look at his face, a mischievous smile gracing your features, his dark eyes locking onto yours when your pretty face came into view.

--

"Mmm.. such a pretty clit, look at how she's throbbing for me." Your husband cooed. He had you laid out on your back, a stack of pillows under your head to make sure you were as comfortable as possible while Nanami spoiled your cunt. "Nanami.." You blushed, embarrassed at the way he was talking to your pussy like it was a person. He looked back up at you under his lashes, his eyes clouded with lust.

"Don't be shy baby, I see your little hole crying for me, it's okay to like this." He comforted, spreading your folds apart with his fingers so he could get a better view of his second meal. He licked his lips watching your swollen little clit twitch under his gaze before he dragged his eyes back up to yours. "You gonna let daddy take care of you?" He asked the nickname he called himself immediately setting your face on fire.

You nodded while he dropped his head down to your clit, shutting his eyes while he pressed a soft kiss to your clit, making your legs jolt around his shoulders, "Say it, sweet thing." Nanami asked. He needed you to tell him you needed it, needed you to call him that embarrassing nickname he loved so much before he tasted you properly. "Yes.. please daddy." You responded, pulling your lip between your teeth as you felt your face heat up.

"Good girl." Nanami cooed, snaking his hand between your thighs he softly rubbed your clit with his middle finger, watching intently how your cunt reacted. "So fucking cute, barely even touchin' her and she's drooling all over," Nanami whispered, moving his hand away once more to wrap around your thigh again. He hoised you towards him, scooting you down on the bed a couple inches so he had better access to you.

"Kento.. need you." You whined, threading your fingers through his soft hair, pushing his bangs out of his face in the process. He scrunched his eyes together, tilting his head against your thigh as he kept his eyes glued to yours. You knew what you did wrong. "D-daddy, I need you, please touch me." You corrected. A proud smile appeared on his face before you felt a soft kiss be pressed into the skin of your thigh, making goosebumps spread across the skin.

Nanami finally leaned in, kissing your clit sweetly once more while keeping his hooded eyes on yours before he took your clit into his mouth, letting his eyes fall shut. "F-fuuck-" You whined breathlessly, tipping your head back into the soft pillows. "Mmmm.." Nanami hummed against your clit at your reactions. He sucked the little bud between his lips, his tongue meeting your clit between them he poked it and flicked at it with the soft appendage and sending delicious stimulation through your body.

Nanami shook his head back and forth against your wetness, he knew how much you loved when he did that. Your hand dug into his hair, gripping the strands as he ate you out with fervor, his eyebrows scrunching together as he focused on bringing you the most pleasure possible. "Oh my god Na- Daddy fuck- R-right there~" You whined, your chin dropping to your chest so you could watch him work.

The sight immediately sent butterflies fluttering to your stomach. You were so lucky to have such a handsome man as your husband, especially one as handsome as Nanami. His sharp nose rested right above your clit, occasionally touching your folds when he shook his head side to side messily. He pulled his mouth back, the bottom half of his face coated in your wetness as he slid one of his hands under you and started teasing your entrance with a thick finger.

"You want me inside you?" He asked, teasing his finger against your little hole, just barely pressing against it, making your entire body feel like it had been set on fire. Nanami had such a filthy mouth it drove you crazy. "Please daddy please, wanna feel you inside me." You begged, nodding at him, your face plastered with your arousal.

"Keep your eyes on me, don't look away. Wanna watch your face when I put my fingers inside you." He instructed, making you nod hastily at his instruction. He looked down briefly to watch his finger rub along the length of your cunt, the tip of his finger teasing your clit before he dragged it back downwards and caught it on your tight hole, slowly pressing his finger inside you.

He licked his lips, his jaw falling open in a small o as he watched your cunt swallow up his finger easily, getting about halfway in before he looked back up to you. Your expression was the same as his, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, jaw slack, breathing paused as you took in the feeling of his finger inside you. "Ohhh-mygod~" You wined, fighting the urge to snap your thighs shut around his head.

"Feel good?" He asked, slowly pulling his finger out to the tip before he screwed it back inside you, watching your face intently. You did as he told you, keeping your eyes on his, no matter how bad they wanted to roll back in your head. "Yes-yes fuck-" You wined. "You want more? Want me to fuck you harder? Hmm?" He asked teasingly, starting to curl his finger when he pressed it to the hilt inside you.

Your clit was throbbing with the need to feel his lips wrapped around it again. You nodded, moaning wantonly when he immediately sped up the pace of his finger, fucking you with the single digit roughly, your face screwing itself in pleasure as you looked away. Normally he would've chastized you for not listening to his instruction, but he just wanted to spoil you today.

He hit a sensitive spot inside you, zeroing in on it when he realized it was making you feel extra good, your ankles crossing over his back when he hit it. "This spot feel good? Right here?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he roughly fucked his finger into your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "Fuck- yes- right there oh my god-" He was spoiling the hell out of you, and you were eating it up.

He groaned, watching your body jerk and shake at his ministrations. Pulling his finger out to the entrance of your pussy he pressed a second finger in, pressing in faster this time, giving you little time to adjust as he roughly started fingerfucking you. "Oh she's so wet, you hear how loud your pussy is sweetheart? She want my tongue too?" He asked, already knowing your answer.

"L-let me feel your tongue daddy" You begged, your eyes finding his once more as you watched him drop his head down between your legs, sucking your clit back into his warm mouth. Nanami was so hard in his pants, he had steadily been rocking his hips into the bed from the moment he pressed his finger into you, unable to excape his imagination picturing it was his cock inside you instead of his fingers.

Your cunt was dripping around his fingers, your arousal pooling on his hand and down the insides of your thighs, making a mess on the bed. His tongue only made things worse too, he could constantly feel gushes of arousal leaving you from his ministrations. He noticed you had started to squirm around on the sheets more frequently, almost like you were trying to excape his tongue.

"You wanted this right honey? Why are you trying to get away?" He mumbled agaisnt your cunt, his dark eyes watching yours as you thrashed on the bed. "I- I-its so much D-daddy-" You whined between moans. Something was coiling itself deep inside your gut, something more intense than your usual orgasms. Nanami had made you squirt before, but only once, on your honeymoon, you had forgotten what it felt like so your body was trying to excape the unfamiliar feeling now.

"Talk to me." He mumbled, the vibrations from his voice sending delicious stimulation through your cunt, making your eyes cross and roll back in your head. "I- I think I'm gonna squirt-" You rushed between heaves, trying to keep your watery eyes on Nanami to ground yourself from the intense stimulation. You swore he picked up the pace of his fingers against your g-spot when you said that, a long groan spilling from the man between your thighs at your confession.

"Do it." He mumbled into your cunt, trying not to pull away for long so as to not ruin your building orgasm. "I cant fu-ck I cant It feels so-" You were cut off by Nanami's tangling his finger with yours that gripped into the bed sheets. He wanted to tell you it was okay, he was right there just let go, but this would have to do for now. "Okay- o-okay," You stuttered, nodding down at him.

He kept his eyes on you, his insatiable tongue licking at your clit and occasionally dropping down to taste some of your juices that leaked around his fingers. "Daddy I'm cumming-" You cried, digging your nails into his hair and the skin of his hand alike. Nanami groaned feeling you tug at his hair, the sting of your sharp nails sending chills down his spine, his hips humping into the bed harder at the additional feeling.

He was humming into your cunt, encouraging you when you tipped over the edge. Quickly abandoning the hold he had on your hand he pulled his mouth away from your pussy when he felt you start to squirt around him, using his fingers he quickly rubbed back and forth along your clit, side to side, making your cum squirt all over the sheets, some getting on his chest. "Oh good girl, good fucking girl, squirt all over daddy~" He cooed, watching your seemingly neverending orgasm wrack through your body.

He wishes so bad you were cumming around his cock, you squirting was a rare treat after all, it had nothing to do with Nanami's technique really, after all, he was amazing in bed, it was just how your body worked. "Let it out, I got you, doing so well for me." He continued praising, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt as dramatic squelches echoed around the room from how much you were leaking around him.

When your body relaxed against the sheets once more, it signaled to Nanami he needed to stop his ministrations so as to not overstimulate you. He slowly pulled out his fingers, watching how your cunt twitched in the after-shocks as you breathed heavily atop the bed, your arm placed over your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

Nanami couldn't take it anymore, his cock was throbbing with the need for his release, and the confines of his pants were far too tight and uncomfortable for his linking. He rubbed his hand along your thigh, petting the skin there as he rapidly unzipped his pants, sliding them down just enough to pull his neglected cock out.

"Sorry honey, "I-I'll take care of you in one second I just.. have to cum." Nanami said through heavy pants. Your husband used the hand he had fingered you with; still coated in your juices; to wrap around his cock and start rapidly jerking his cock between your legs, dragging his eyes all over your body as he used the beautiful sight in front of him to get off.

You slid your arm off of your face at his unexpected confession, you thought he was going to fuck you or ask you to suck him off, something at least. The last thing you were expecting to see was His hand rapidly stroking himself, pre leaking from his tip as he stared down at your messy pussy, his mouth agape and eyes scrunched together in pleasure as he got off. "Baby, you could use me," You let him know, wrapping your legs around his thighs and squeezing to emphasize your words.

"D-don't wanna hurt you, you just came so hard.." He groaned, tipping his head back, "This w-wont take long." Nanami was always so thoughtful, but you really wouldn't have minded helping him, after all like he said he did just make you cum an inch from seeing the pearly gates. His eyes were screwed shut as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, using your sweet flavor to push him to the edge.

The sight of your husband jerking off from how aroused he got eating you out sent butterflies fluttering around inside you. "Fuck- fuckkk-" he groaned as the first warm spurts of his cum shot out and landed on your cunt, some of the long ropes hitting the bed sheets below you, and decorating your tummy. You watched with an expression similar to his as his body jerked and shook with his high, pleasures moans falling from his lips as he rode out his orgasm.

His head tipped down when he started to come down, his eyes taking in the mess he just made on your already ruined cunt. He took his softening dick by the base and pressed it against your folds, smearing his cum around your pussy, creating lewd wet sounds to echo into your ears. "So pretty." He whispered under his breath, pressing the head of his dick to your clit, making them kiss.

You giggled at his infatuation with your cunt, your hand coming up to pet the side of his face, snapping him out of his trance. "Let's get cleaned up." You suggested, watching him smile and nod before he leaned down to kiss your lips, mumbling against them how much he loved you.

[starz4ieee]

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒

includes: teasing, suggestive coversation, smut

i walked through matts door and i watched him as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone, once he noticed my presence he practically dropped his phone and marched over to me “fuck” he said kissing me.

I kissed him back immediately, my hand finding his hair, tugging at it slightly which caused a groan to escape his throat, my smirk making him kiss me harder.

my hands snake over his waist and he breaks the kiss grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head and leans into to kiss me again, the new vulnerable state making me even more wet.

after a few minutes he released our mouths and my puffy lips were already craving his again.

“go sit on my desk pretty girl” he tells me and i happily oblige and i prop myself on the desk, he finds his way between my legs and i whimper softly as i feel his hard cock pulsing against me through his pants.

“you look so pretty on the table with your legs spread for me” he tells me and i bit my lip and moan out softly at his words and he chuckles “you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now” he says in my ear and i pull him closer with my legs “how bout you show me?” i smirk and he kisses me

i play with the hem of his shirt and his eyes meet mine and he tilts his head “all you gotta do is ask baby” he says with a smirk and i roll my eyes “take your shirt off baby, please” i ask, trying to mask my desperate tone and i watch as his toned arms rip the shirt off his body so effortlessly.

i kiss his neck and run my hands up his stomach and chest and he lets out shameless moans as i nibble at his neck “keep doing that-fuck” he groans.

i lick a stripe up his neck and his hands grab at my waist “can i ask you a question?” he askes me and i meet his eyes “of course” a small smile flashes his face before it’s replaced with a mischievous look.

“you know those shorts you’re wearing?” he asks and i cant suppress the smirk that forms on my face “im aware of them”

“they leave nothing to the imagination you know? they’re so tiny and short” i let out a soft hum at his words “then you might as well take them off” i wink at him and i feel his cock press against me again “ i like how you think baby”

i lift my hips for him and he pulls down my shorts and my panties at the same time, i gasp as the cold air pricks at my skin and he looks as if he’s in a trance as he takes in the sight of my body.

he pulls off my shirt that exposed my fully naked body and i heard as he whispered “fuck” under his breath “god you’re breath taking” he says kissing me while he unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers.

he pulls me even closer to him and he rubs his cock up and down my slit, teasing at my clit before slowing sinking into me, his lips capturing mine for a peck while he slides all the way into me, a gasp followed by a moan escape my throat.

once hes all the way inside me he groans out and grabs under my legs for a better angle and pounds into me, hitting that sweet spot immediately.

“oh fuck!” i cry out, my fingers digging into his back, holding on for dear life as his tip grazes my cervix.

my pussy squeezes his cock and the most lewd sounds escape his mouth.

tears prick my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure as i practically scream as he continues to fuck me, my head falling onto his shoulder for some sort of support.

moan after moan racks through my body and i feel as the desk shakes under us, slamming against the wall.

“look at me pretty girl” he tells me, gritting his teeth to suppress his moans and i listen to him, my glistening eyes meeting his “you look so fucking-beautiful like this, all fucked out for me, god” the sound of our skin slapping together fills the air as it quickens

“im-gonna come” he tells me and i whine out a hum “me too-fuck babyy” i moan as my head swings back my body on fire as his cock slides in and out of my sopping pussy at an alarming rate.

i feel as his hips stutter and the coil in my stomach unravels and i scream out, clinging onto him and i gush around him, him following with a few grunts before he releases inside of me.

he kisses my cheek and my neck before sliding out of me, our come mixing together as it pools between my legs on his desk “fuck i love you” i tell him

“i love you more baby, you and those damn shorts”

IM BACKKKKK

[kayhi808]

First Crush -12

It was an epic battle of wills, Abigail Rose vs Mama. Abby needed to go down for her nap, but she didn't want to. You understood. Today was so much fun. So many new things to see and do, but you also knew what a grump she could be when she's tired and fussy. You also knew she'd be staying up late with the fireworks and you didn't want your exhausted baby ruining it for anyone.

"Pleeease, Mama! I don't wants to. I don't wike it." Your baby's eyes fill will large tears.

"You take naps after lunch everyday. Today is no different," brushing her hair off her forehead.

"No, Mama."

You had walked off further into the picnic area, pulling a blanket out of her backpack, so she could nap outdoors and still be at the fair. "It's your choice, do you want to nap here, back at Bucky's place, or we can go straight home." Abby stomps her foot. "When you wake up from your nap, we'll go back to playing. We can do face painting. How would you like that?" Abby shakes her head & her tears start to fall. "You can be a bunny and I can be a piggy."

"NO!"

"Hey, don't yell at me Abby."

"I don't wike you!" Bucky sees you flinch at her words. She pulls away from you and runs to Bucky, "I don't wants to nap. I's not tired. Please Bucky." Her little hands swiping the tears from her chubby cheeks. Bucky looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

Sternly but quietly, "Abigail, come here. Now." Abby doesn't leave Bucky's side. "I said, now."

She cries louder, but waddles back to you. You hold her hands & tilt her chin up so she's looking at you. "I'm your Mama. Not Bucky. You listen to me. You want to get Bucky into trouble??" Bucky gives you a mischievous smile. You squint a glare back at him.

"N...no, Mama."

"If I tell you no, you don't go to someone else and ask them. I already said no. Doing that is bad."

"I's not bad girl."

You gather her onto your lap, "No, you're not a bad girl. You made a mistake, but now you know that's not a good thing to do." She sticks her thumb in her mouth & nods.

"I sowwy," she mumbles around her thumb.

Bucky walks over and lays at the edge of the blanket, "Maybe we should all take a nap." Abby gets up and lays next to Bucky on her tummy. You settle next to her, rubbing & patting her back. She's facing Bucky but after a few minutes you look at him and mouth "Is she sleeping?" He nods.

"I'm sorry she came to you like that."

"It's ok." He rolls over onto his back, looking up at the sky.

"You were going to be a sucker and cave."

Bucky chuckles, rubbing his chest, "I would have. I'd give anything for her not to look at me like that."

"My baby isn't stupid. She knew who the weakest link was," you quietly laugh. Bucky grabs a handful of grass and tossed it at you.

"You're a good mom. It doesn't look easy, but you make it look effortless." Bucky sees a tear slip from the corner of you eye, disappearing into your hairline. "Doll?"

You turn, giving him a sad smile. "Thank you. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing. I'm so scared of messing up with her and having her grow up to hate me."

Bucky jumps up & pulls you to your feet so he can hold you. "You know she didn't mean what she said. She was angry." Music from the stage is playing and he sways back & forth with you. You get in a good little cry, disguised as dancing. "She's so lucky to have you as her mom. And she adores you! You've raised a happy child."

"Except at nap time."

"Today is a one off."

Raising on tip-toe, you kiss his cheek, "Thanks, Buck."

*******

While Abby sleeps, you and Bucky enjoy a couple dances. He runs away to grab you ice cream sandwiches, saying you earned it. You both finish quickly in case Abby wakes up. It's your little secret. Natasha and Steve drop by saying they'll stay with Abby if you and Bucky wanted to enjoy the fairgrounds together. You're unsure about leaving Abby. "Doll, she's safer than anyone here. She's got Captain America and Black Widow watching over her. 30 minutes and we'll come back." Bucky grabs your hand and you let him lead you away.

You return to the midway games and challenge each other to, basketball, water guns, bean bag toss, shooting gallery, and anything you could find to compete against him. You collected your tickets so you could return with Abby to redeem them later.

Bucky picks out a pair of fairy wings for Abby. "Are you serious?"

"Does she already have a pair of wings?"

"No, but..."

"Think of how cute she'll look when she rides her unicorn later. Oh, were you going to get her wings?"

Laughing, "I didn't win that many tickets. I was going to let her choose new story books."

He wraps his arm around your neck bringing you in for a kiss. "See, perfect."

*****

Abby woke up from her nap so excited to see everyone there. Steve had gotten her some "banoons" which she loves so much. And then Bucky showed her her fairy wings and she went crazy. She had to put it on immediately! Poor Steve got one-upped again.

Throughout the afternoon, their picnic got bigger. Clint and his family joined in. Tony, Pepper and Morgan visited. Abby and Morgan became fast friends. They played in the jumper house, and rode the mini train together. They sat through getting their face painted, turning them into 2 little kittens.

After dinner, Abby wanted a dance party so you danced with your baby. Thankful this time she didn't give you instructions on how to "shake it" like before. Your little ringleader got everyone dancing. One of her favorite songs comes on and she tries to get Bucky to sing it with her but he doesn't know it . She only likes singing the chorus.

Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I'm the only one of me

Baby, that's the fun of me

Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You're the only one of you

Baby, that's the fun of you

And I promise that nobody's gonna love you like me-e-e

You shake your head at your 3 year old Swifty shaking her bottom so her dress swishes. She smiles up at you with so much joy. No one is going to love her like you do. She's your world.

The fireworks are about to start. Abby has only seen them on videos and TV. Pepper gave you an extra pair of earplugs for Abby. She oohs and ahhhs along with everybody else. Bucky puts her on his shoulders so she could be closer to them. She wanted to catch the sparkles in her hands.

You make you way back the the Residence. Abby is chatting non-stop about everything that happened today. It was a struggle to get her to wash the face paint off. You blamed it on Bucky. You told her that if she got his pillows all dirty he might not invite them back. She quickly consented to scrubbing her face.

Bucky offered to read her a story while you showered. When you got out of the bathroom, Abby was sound asleep. "She didn't even make it 5 pages in." You trade spots while he cleans up.

He leaves the bathroom with his wet hair, flopped over his forehead still looking handsome as ever. He sits on the couch, pulling you to straddle his lap. Your lips immediately seek his. His hands on your hips bringing you flushed against him. A soft moan escapes you both. His tongue glides across your lower lip seeking entrance. Which you eagerly grant. Your fingers threading through his hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue teases his and his fingers creep under your shirt palming your breasts.

"Mama?!"

Bucky tosses you off him and into the corner of the couch. You laugh at his panicked expression and surprised at his strength. "Yes, baby?" You get up and go to Bucky's room. Abby's sitting up in the middle of the bed.

"This not my bed."

"We're spending the night a Bucky's house, remember?"

"Can yous sleeps wit me?" Reaching out with grabby hands. Sighing, "Of course."

Bucky tucks you both in, and drops kisses on you. "We'll figure something out," he whispers in your ear. You smile and nod, pulling Abby against you as she tries to sleep.

Uncle Steve

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—a true chef

Joost Klein x pregnant!reader

warnings. none! pure fluff :D

You’ve been moody and unapproachable for the past few hours, crying and having a ‘tantrum’ every few hours because you’ve been having a craving you couldn’t really describe.

It was like the craving was there and when you were going to go put and buy the necessities— shoes on after a painful struggle of bending over your bloated stomach which has been growing your beautiful daughter for the past 6 months— it was like your mind went blank and suddenly you had absolutely no idea what you were even thinking about.

It is truly one big struggle having a hangry pregnant woman in your household but Joost was there to your rescue.

He had been trying desperately to come up with something, to help you and offer to order something but it was like every single food was suddenly your least favourite and you were allergic to the type of plastic they’d bring in— but he didn’t give up. He brought up your past cravings or some he saw on tik tok from other men sharing their wives cravings but no no no it was all wrong! He rushed around the house, trying his best to comfort your crying state but you just wouldn’t budge.

You lied in his arms, your head pressed against his shoulder as your tears were finally dried after a 15 minute crying session and a terrible experience for Joost who had pillows and soft punches thrown his way— but he still held you close and kissed the side of your head and whispered how much he loved you and his soon to be born daughter— or son! You never know..

“You feeling better liefie?” He asked, gentleness laced in his voice. You just shrugged, crossing your arms and giving him the silent treatment for no apparent reason. He sighed, rubbing circles on your arm before turning on your favourite show to maybe ease your nerves.

And then— it all clicked.

You jumped from his arms, excitement he has seen ten times before evident in your arms. “Oh my god I remember!” You went to stand up but Joost pulled you back down, holding your hand gently. “How about you tell me whatever it is you’re craving before you end up forgetting, hm?” He smiled softly, noticing your excitement soften just a bit. You nodded and thought for a bit, looking at the floor before you spoke again. “Okay hear me out— plain pasta, ice crime on top with some stroopwafels crushed on top.” You smile proudly while Joost looked amused but slightly disgusted. “Okay I’m pretty sure we have all of that at home. Anything else, moppie?” You hum, before a mischievous smile crept onto your face. “Some chips and jam could be good.” He sighed, getting up and kissing your forehead before heading to the kitchen, putting himself to work.

An hour later he came back and it smelt pretty well to his surprise. He smiled at your excited face, putting the plate in your hands and sat down next to you— a curious look on his face. “Cmon give it a try.” He urged, smiling softly as you picked up the fork, digging into the food that has caused you— and Joost hours of ‘pain’. You hummed, tasting the sweet food on your tongue and you immediately fell in love. “Oh my— Joost, love, you need to try this!” You exclaim, handing him the plate for him to try.

Joost chuckled, taking the fork from you. “Alright, alright,” he said, taking a bite. His eyes widened, and he let out an impressed whistle. “Okay, I take back every complaint I had. This is actually good.”

You grinned, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied sigh. “Worth the struggle?”

“Debatable,” Joost teased, nudging your shoulder. Then his gaze softened as he looked at you. “But seeing you happy makes it worth it.”

Your heart melted at his words, and suddenly, the cravings that had driven you both to near madness didn’t seem so bad. Joost tilted his head, watching you curiously. “So, what’s the next weird food combination you’re gonna make me suffer through?”

You laughed, already thinking about it. “Oh, don’t worry, love. I have plenty of ideas.”

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