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kissitbttr · 10 months

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miguel can’t help it when you’re wearing his clothes

summary: miguel o’hara x f!reader

warning: 18+ stuff but not too overboard

miguel is trying really hard to concentrate. he really is.

being a superhero and the leader of spider society is not an easy task. sometimes he’d go days without sleeping. you can either find him at his office or the gym doing his daily workouts because that’s the only place he can take his stress out.

days of scanning over reports and the hours he put in to enhance the new spiderman suit should not go to waste. his eyes are tracking back and forth to the amount of papers scatter all over the table. not to mention a kid he has to take care of named ‘miles morales’ added to his list is almost enough to make his brain explode.

but how could he focus on his work when you’re standing five feet away from him? fixing yourself up a small snack in the kitchen with nothing but his t-shirt and his boxers.

his greedy eyes running through your body shamelessly, finding himself getting lost in his thoughts and he has to snap himself out of it a few times otherwise he won’t be able to finish off all the reports that must be done that night.

yet, he can’t help but admire the way your curves are accentuated by his shorts. how your thick thighs and plump ass filling them in instead of it being too big on you. the way your soft cheeks are slightly peeking underneath the grey cotton material,

he grunts a low ‘fuck me’ when he sees you bending over to put the cookies in the oven. are you doing this on purpose?

had enough of the distraction you’re giving, he slams a folder down and turns his attention on you. “mi vida, can you please don’t stand like that?”

“huh?” you cock an eyebrow, confused to what makes this grumpy man scolding you at this hour. “what’d i do?” you crane your neck to look over at him, with a frown look on his handsome features.

“you! ay dios mio you’re making me hard to focus here! i have so much work to do and you’re being a distraction.”

licking off a cookie dough off your finger, you put your hands on your hips. “how am i being distracting?! I’m literally just standing here making cookies!”

“you know what it does to me when you’re wearing my clothes, mami. I can’t control it. please please stand at least ten feet away.”

“oh?” your voice sounds playful. a small smirk graces upon your lips as you tip toe around the counter to get closer to him.

he knows what you’re up to.

shaking his head in disapproval, he put his large hand up and looking away. “para por favor, cariño. i know what you’re about to do and i cannot afford any distractions right now. stay right where you are.”

“hmm, no.” you giggle, walking towards where he is and you can hear him groan slightly. “whatchu doooing?”

he smiles a bit at that. no matter what you do, he can’t get mad at you. it feels like you put a spell on him or something, he can’t work it out. but he doesn’t complain at all.

he’d break jaws and tear down the fucking universe for you.

he admires the way your thighs rub against each other when you walk, jiggling slightly before you manage to sit yourself comfortably beside him. tucking your legs underneath your butt and make your legs look even thicker

miguel lean himself back a little while his fingers go up against your cheek, grazing it ever so softly. his smile grows when you peck him on the lips.

“how you doing, papi?” you ask, removing a strand of hair from his forehead. “are you feeling okay? you’ve been working far too hard lately, I’m worried.”

he sighs in pure bliss when you run your fingers softly underneath his scalp. feeling himself melt away against your touch.

“always better when you’re around me, mi amor. but you know you can’t be wearing that anymore when I’m working.”

he has to hold back the urge to pick you up and fuck you against the wall when you pout at him.

“you like seeing me in your clothes”

“que sí, baby. but your ass is distracting me far too much in that when I’m working, you know how i get when i see you wearing my boxers. I can’t contain it.” he responds, large hand coming up to rub your exposed thigh, finger toying with the loose hem of his shorts,

“theeen, maybe it’s a sign you should take a break” you suggest, tilting your head lightly. “come play with me, miggy,”

he swears he almost cum right there and then when you say it.

“i will, baby. i promise. but i gotta finish this first, yeah?” his eyes bore into yours as he promises. he wants so badly to leave his work but he knows he can’t. not right now.

with a small huff, you nod. “fine. I’ll wait.”

“good girl.” he leans forward to kiss you again on the lips. “just a few more minutes, yeah?”

“yeah yeah.” you say, “don’t forget to eat. please don’t skip it this time. dinner is on the table, I’ve prepared it for you. also there’s some leftover brownies for dessert if you want it, papi.”

“what do you mean? I’m looking at my full course meal right now, cariño.”

you roll your eyes playfully, blushing a bit as you smile at him. he’s giving you that infamous smirk of his with his eyebrow raising. showing you he’s not playing when he says that,

“aish. such a sweet talker you are. be quick baby” you shake your head, standing up from the couch before heading to the bedroom with your fingers fixing down his shorts to cover it more. your ass moves from side to side as he watches.

god, he fucking loves to see you walk away.

a/n: i will give him kids enough to create a football team

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara blurbs

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fxllfaiiry · 10 months

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okay but here me out...

Reader having first kiss be the"Spider-Man kiss" from Miguel

─ cloud nine .ᐟ

★ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

★ summary: convincing miguel to do the spiderman kiss with you.

★ warnings: none just fluff.

★ notes: i changed up the request a bit, i hope that's okay!

"You want me to do what?"

"Just hang upside down and kiss me."

"Absolutely not."

"But whyy?" Ever since you heard about the "spiderman kiss" you desperately wanted to try it with your lover, but convincing him to do it was proving to be hard.

"Because it's stupid." He huffes, rolling his eyes. Your puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time.

"Why do you hate fun?" You pout marching over to him. You secure your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"I don't hate fun. Let's just get back to work, okay?" Miguel says, gently trying to free himself from your grasp.

You in response grip him even tighter. "Oh, come on, just once. Please papi?"

He thought about it for a second before sighing, "Just once, right?" He turns around to look at you.

You could convince him to do anything.

"YES! I mean yes. Just once."

He softly chuckles at your enthusiasm, placing a small kiss onto your forehead.

"Come on, hurry up." You huff impatiently.

"Ok, mami, calm down." In a flash, he's hanging upside down in front of you.

"Are you ready?" You step closer to him placing both hands on his cheeks.

"I mean, I don't - " Before he had a chance to change his mind, you pull him towards you and smash your lips onto his.

He froze for a second before kissing you back with the same amount of passion. The way your hands were cupping his face made him almost lose his grip and fall, the softness of it all made him feel fuzzy, small moments like these are rare for him.

After a few moments you slowly pull back and see the dazed expression on Miguel's face. His eyes were closed as he slowly tried to catch his breath.

"So, did you enjoy it?" You say, gently running a finger over his lips.

He says nothing for a minute before bashfully mumbling, "Can we do it once again, mama?"

#📂 ‧₊˚ my works .ᐟ #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara angst #spiderverse #spiderman fluff #miguel o'hara fluff

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multifariousqueer · 11 months

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Earth 42 Miles Headcannons

A/n: y’all pls request some more miles 42 fics PLEASE I BEG

Warnings: angst, fluff, kinda toxic behavior( I don’t condone), nicknames

Kinda toxic but in a good way ngl

If you can braid, you braid his hair for him

Uncle Aaron respects you

Spoils you if he gets extra money from his job

You don’t know what he does but Yk he’s always tired and irritable

“Here’s $200. Imma be gone for a while Mami so take care of my mom and take care of yourself, okay?”

“Okay, papi”

Will go nuts if you call him Papi Fr

Loves you and you’re his soft spot but sometimes he can be harsh on you

Matching Jordan’s(this is also true for normal Miles)

Hates physical affection but likes words of affirmation

He loves it when you rely on him, it makes him feel big

Will pay for anything you need. Shoes? He’s got them coming. Clothes? It’s on your doorstep. Stuffed animals? It’s in his hand as he’s getting ready to give it to you

Short small kisses>>>>>

“Te amo, Mami. Cuídate” “SÍ Papi”

You saw him come home with gashes and blood on his clothes once and you were concerned but he brushed past it

You stopped bringing stuff like that up bc you know he will probably get upset:

“What’s going on, Miles?”

“Nothing, Y/n.”

“Ik something’s up so what is it?”

“Worry abt yourself , y/n. Besides, I didn’t see you complaining when I put those $1000 shoes on your feet.”

He had a point

He’s as stoic as a statue. You never know how he’s feeling fr

He makes you look him in the eye when you speak to him

Grabs your chin 😍🤭😵‍💫

Will grab your face and stares in your eyes. He loves looking at your eyes

Kisses you on the temple a lot but not afraid to kiss your lips

Can sometimes be neglectful but doesn’t mean it

overall loves you but is nonchalant asf

#mcu fanfiction #miles morales headcannons #miles x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth42!miles #earth 42 #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #for you #marvel #i want to marry him

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donatellawritings · 2 days

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I jus wanna shut my baby brain off and let big bad daddy rafey take care of me :(

oh this is sooo muñeca & sugar daddy!rafe coded …

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

you were entirely too emotional and high-strung — but who could blame you? with your skyrocketing hormones and mere hours that stood between your sweet papi rafe going back home to kildare, while you remained in culebra was becoming way too much for you to handle. and rafe couldn’t find it in himself to reprimand you, you’d been doing so well when it came to putting your big girl panties on and fighting back the impending waterworks that welled at your waterline, whenever it came time for rafe to go back home — you practiced!

but, unfortunately you’d lost every ounce of your resolve when your doe eyes fell on the two suitcases that sat at the edge of rafe’s bed.

sat in the middle of the plush firmness of the california king bed, your small body hiccuping with incessant cries, you curled your knees into your chest, “on-one — more — day,” you squeaked out, your jumbled words cut into choppy huffs of air as rafe pursed his lips into a tight line.

stood firmly beside the bed with his hands planted on his waist, rafe pinched the bridge of his nose with a knowing sigh, “c’mon, kid — y’been through this many times already, yeah?” met with a sharp cry from you, rafe is quick to switch into complete father-figure mode, letting out a piercing whistle, “hey! cut it out, y’gonna knock y’self out, cryin’ like that,” he scolds, his voice firm as you raise your puffy-tear stained face from your knees with a sniffle.

“quédate conmigo, please papi,” you squeak out, stretching both of your arms out in a reach towards rafe, your bottom lip all wobbly.

taking a seat at the edge of the bed, rafe opens an arm, beckoning you into his lap with a flick of his two signet-ringed fingers as you immediately and obediently crawl into his lap with a whimper, “a’ight, no more cryin’ — don’t need y’passin out on me before i go, hm?” rafe soothes, bringing his hand seamlessly clasp around the back of your neck.

nodding the side of your cherub cheek against rafe’s collarbone, you let out a breath of relief, “when d-do you come back,” you question softly, your doe eyes all sore and heavy from your earlier sobs as you quickly knuckle away the wetness at the tip of your nose.

“no … do not start that, you hear me?” rafe scolds, his free hand lightly tapping the side of your soft thigh, earning a frustrated mewl from you. squeezing your neck, rafe urges a verbal answer from you.

much to rafe’s very dismay, his corrective tone only set you off even further — you didn’t want your papi to be mad at you before he left. so, your bambi eyes were quick to well with warm tears, a warning sniffle itching at your nose as you shook your head, before heaving into rafe’s neck.

“fuck — okay, princess. hey, need y’to look at your papi now, yeah? can y’look at me — can’t look at me if y’cryin, pretty girl,” rafe coos, gently pulling your leg to straddle his hips as he pushes your face up to meet his, with a slight nudge of his shoulder. met with red and glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, rafe brings both of his hands to cradle each side of your face.

“a’ight, need y’to a good girl while m’gone, okay? y’gonna be a good girl for daddy?” rafe questions, slightly mushing your cheeks together as you huff out a wobbly breath, before licking over your swollen lips.

softly nodding in rafe’s grasp, you sniffle, “yes.”

allowing a satisfied smirk to play on his lips, rafe pulls your face down, leaning forehead against his, “good. now, i need y’to go to sleep, kid. i won’t be here when you wake up, but —”

fat tears are quick to brim your lower lash line as you whine in rafe’s grasp, “no—”

shushing you with a corrective tut, rafe pecks your lips in a silencing kiss, “shh … i always come back for you, don’t i? always call you, send you pretty presents — got you that laptop s’you can see me when y’get sad, yeah?”

with an appreciative nod, your lips brush against rafe — your papi always kept his promises, “g-going to mi-miss you,” you shudder, your voice all cracked and uneven as you stare directly into rafe’s bright baby blues, silently wishing you’d be able to make him stay just one more night.

“i know, kid,” rafe sighs, gently easing the both of you to fall back on the bed, one arm secured around your waist as he slides a free hand to the back of your head, lightly scratching at your scalp, “promise, m’gonna come back and take good care of you, yeah? s’my job to make sure m’little girl is happy,” he coos, leaving you to nod against his neck as you slowly, but surely begin to doze off.

whispering sweet nothing into your sleepy ear, rafe remains awake, until he’s one hundred percent sure that your asleep, your parted lips blowing warm air against his neck. once your breathing calmed into a steady rhythm, rafe was careful about maneuvering your drowsy body, carefully removing the small hand that rested on his face and placing it on his chest.

it was never easy for rafe to leave his girl in an island that was so far from him. he liked being in control and in the know of all moving parts in your day to day, so leaving you to fend for yourself — despite being waited in hand and foot by the hired help of the villa — rafe fought the urge to fly you to kildare altogether. you were still so wet behind the ears, so fragile and sentimental, such a transition would be way too much for your little heart to handle.

placing the pillow that sat under his head to rest in the tight hold of your arms, rafe reaches for the powder pink iphone that sits on the nightstand, placing it beside the pillow, ready for your use, the moment you woke up.

you just hoped that your papi rafe would be proud that you were awake the entire time and didn’t cry … because you practiced!

#asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #sugardaddy!rafe

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baby-dr1ver · 6 months

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kinktober <3

titles

f1!grid x reader

charles

to be honest with you, I see Charles as more of a pet name kinda guy. I don't think he's into being called 'daddy' or 'sir'.

Charles is the type of guy to give you soft pentanes like "love" "baby" "lover" "sweet girl" "pretty girl" or any French name, when he's being really romantic with you. When he's in a rougher mood, he'll pull out "slut" "my slut" to get himself riled up, and he likes the way your pupils dilate when he calls you that.

Charles is such a little marshmallow, I just don't think he's be into that.

carlos

I think this ones obvious....Papi. This man won't even be balls deep in you yet and he'll demand to hear papi come out of your mouth at least once. He'll be fingering you so slowly, using that little come hither motion to hit all those sensitive spots, making you beg for it.

"c'mon hermosa, I know you can do it."

"por favor papi, necesito que me folles. basta de estas burlas." That bastard would pull his fingers out just to rub your clit to keep you on edge. "Aye, buen trabajo bebe, such a good girl for me." next thing you know he's got his cock out and he's fucking you like there's no tomorrow. Just to hear your little 'uh uh's' and 'papi!' mixed in.

lewis

I mean c'mon now, sir hamilton! On a real, I for sure see him being into 'sir'. He'd love the submissive tone you'd take before he ever got your clothes off. You'd be at some club celebrating his podium, and when he asks if you could grab him another drink-you'd lean down in his ear and whisper "yes sir" the way his dick would twitch-

by now you know you've got him locked in. especially when he's got you on the dance floor, letting your hips move against his in a way that would make anyone blush. He'd touch you over your dress, over your breast, gripping your hips. Now you're whimpering, begging even "please s-sir." You'd lead his hand down, right under your dress to cup your pussy. "need you to touch me sir, p-please." at this point, Lewis has got you halfway out the club so he can fuck you in the backseat.

lando

.....mommy?

your gonna tell me this man isn't a switch? As if you wouldn't have him sat in a chair, hands interlaced behind it, gently stroking his cock - aiming to overstimulate him? You're gonna tell me that he wouldn't whimper and moan, pushing his dick up into your hands, trying to get you to go faster? "ah! please mommy can't take it a-anymore!" You'd giggle and lick around the head of his cock softly. "Poor baby." You'd mock pout and Lando would itch to reach out for you, to hold your hand, or your hair, anything he could reach. Looking at the way his lips tremble and his legs shake, the way he begs, you finally gave in. "don't worry baby, mommy will help you."

okay now, that aside, I feel like Lando would like the occasional 'daddy'. but you have to be strategic when you use it. When he's worked up after a race, placing 8th and needing to have some sort of control. He'd have a tight grip on your hair as he forces you on your knees in the middle of his driver room.

"that's it baby, love daddy's dick down your throat huh?" He'd moan as he write literally pushes his dick repeatedly down your throat.

or: when he's gotten a good pole position, and he's feeling really cocky. when you can feel the confidence radiating off of him. The way he eyes you after the race, the possessive hand around your waist. he would just radiate, scream, daddy.

oscar <3

my baby Oscar. everyone see's him as this sweet, shy, reserved person. never would be the type to take control in a situation, level headed. And they aren't wrong, he is! however....he's a sucker for his name. he feels titles are weird after other relationships, you've called other dudes daddy, sir, papi, whatever. his name is his and his only.

the days when he's had to watch half the grid flirt with you as if he wasn't there. having to endure every giggle, blush everyone else gets.

you'd come back to the hotel and he'd slam his things down on the bed. "are you seriously upset?" Oscar would roll his eyes, "No quite frankly I'm not, none of them have you screaming their name every night. it's me, I'm the only person who can get you that way."

"Oscar...." He'd smirk and stalk over to you. "yeah that's right, it's MY name, MY name you're moaning so loud every driver in a mile radius can hear it." Oscar would have a hand around your throat, slowly pushing you back to the wall. "You're my girl understand, no one get's to touch you like I do."

oof I'm sweatin'

#formula one #formula one imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris smut #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc smut #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton smut #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri smut

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sakoyaya · 3 months

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this is what yallz fuckass fics look like.

im gonna tickle you

-ms,cs x reader-

(part two maybe?)

you were sitting dzewn on the couch at your friend CHRIS house, when matt suddenly came by and said..

-hey babycakes

-i-i-i- WOOF WOOF MHHH🥹 i- IM SO SORRY DADDY- MATT. IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO-

-its okay shuga jus let me rub on dat pusieee

-no please-

-what daddy wants, daddy gets. now c’mere.

chris walks in to the living room

-hey mannnn i jus smoked sum dope ass shit ykyk im like sooo high rn. why are you touching y/n magical spot. only i get to do that. grrrr

-s-sowwy papi- may-maybe next time?

-nah

matt starts tickling you and you cant help but pee yourself. he now decides its time to get the rose toy.

-plees dont! bae stop him!

-dw im getting your bitchass outta here.

he flies your ass to bahamas last minute. matts crying and doing pushups on the floor now. great. you should go kys.

-hey ily

-same omg we twinnem

-stfu hoe before i bust in your face

thats all i have for today lovies i hope you enjoyed <3 should i make a pt 2? cause this was rlly interesting!🥹

#christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 1 month

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On The Verge of a Usual Mistake ║ ⓞⓝⓔ๏ⓞⓕⓕⓢ

On the Verge of a Usual Mistake | main masterlist | PAIRING(s): ex!Lucien x actress!reader x ex!Dieter

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 2.3k | CONTENT: this is truly just porn with minimal plot (I'm so proud of myself lol), Dieter and Lucien are messy exes, threesome activities, Twister but with genitalia, Daddy and Papi kinks

| SYNOPSIS: You've been avoiding your exes Dieter Bravo and Lucien Flores all night at this event, but you're forced to come to terms with how things ended in both relationships when they seek to right their wrongs.

“My publicist is gonna kill me!” you hiss into the dampened light of the small room Lucien unceremoniously ushered you into.

“Baby, come on. The tabloids loved us together, remember?” he coos.

“The two of you can’t just be pulling this shit! Not when I’m trying to talk to Wayne from A24 about—”

“The fuck’re you two doing in here?” Dieter whispers loudly as he closes and locks the door behind him. “You seriously going back to him after turning me down?”

“Dee, this is not the time,” you snap. “And I’m not doing a fucking thing with this asshole. He practically herded me in here.” You’re grateful neither of them are aware of the pooling slick between your legs you’ve been dutifully ignoring all night with them both chasing you around and begging for a moment alone.

“Well, three makes a party then,” Dieter decides.

“We’re not interested in that sort of partying,” Lucien cuts in.

“Oh, cut the sober lifestyle bullshit. I’m not the one you’re gonna fool with those bogus rehab claims,” Dieter scoffs.

“Well I guess if anybody knows about stints in rehab, it’s you,” Lucien snipes back.

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you huff. You push past Lucien who grabs for you, but it’s ultimately Dieter’s gentle but firm hold that keeps you from exiting. “Dee, let go of me. The two of you can have at each other all you want. Besides, you don’t need me here when neither one of you is gonna listen to me anyway.”

“Don’t be like that,” Lucien pleads. “I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me all night.”

“Yeah, exactly,” you laugh without a hint of amusement. “You want me to listen to you. Never the other way around. It’s the same with both of you. Always has been. Neither of you know how to put anybody else first. Why do you think I ended things? You’re just two peas in a fucking pod.”

“You really feel that way?” Dieter’s hold on you has slackened to a weak grip. Your head whirls back around to look him in the eye. He looks hurt. Dammit. “You think I don’t want to put you first?”

“I never knew that,” Lucien admits quietly. He edges in closer until you’re practically sandwiched between your exes.

“It’s not like I didn’t tell you,” you grumble, aggrieved at their past mistakes and kicking yourself for not just bolting out the door before they mess with your head like they always do.

Some quiet exchange happens between Dieter and Lucien, and you recognize the silent conversation just as it appears to end. Lucien’s hand creeps along your lower back while Dieter’s hands crawl back up your sides and arms.

“You’re right, baby. I never did things how I should’ve when it came to you. I blew it. Messed up the best thing I ever had. S’why I’ve been on your heels all night just trying to get a word with you,” Lucien says softly into your hair. You shiver at his warm breath fanning across your skin.

“I miss you so much,” Dieter confesses in a hush. “Let me show you how much I miss you. Please.”

“Let us both show you,” Lucien adds. “Let us show you we can listen. Let us show you we can put you first.”

You’re going to give yourself a stern talking to in the mirror tomorrow morning, but right now all the reasons why this is a terrible idea are like wisps of smoke catching to the wind. When Dieter nuzzles against the crook of your neck and Lucien is already down on the ground and underneath your dress, your resolve shatters into a million pieces. “Okay. Yeah, I–oh fuck, Lucien–”

The fat wet line of his tongue between your folds jolts you forward into Dieter who busies himself with lifting and tucking your dress aside so he doesn’t miss the show. He’s already got the top of your dress shoved down so he can suckle on your tightening nipples. “Dee,” you gasp.

“I got you,” he groans, nipping and teasing your nubs. “God you look so good. Missed this so fucking much. Missed these tits so fucking much.” He gropes them in appreciation, and his eyes go wide in that wondrous sort of way that they always seemed to whenever the two of you fucked. Every time was like he’d never seen a woman before, not with the way he’d shower you with compliments and superlatives.

Your legs are already shaky with Lucien working between them, and you don’t even bother feeling ashamed at the orgasm that’s already building. It’s been a long time since you’d been with an attentive partner, and nothing quite compared to the likes of Dieter or Lucien. They’d ruined other sexual partners for you forever, but you wouldn’t be caught dead telling them as much. Their egos were inflated enough as it was. Besides, they’d just hear that and not the other side of the coin which was how they were stingy, selfish companions when it came to the emotional aspect of a relationship.

“You want to be Mommy tonight? Or do you want me to be Daddy?” Dieter asks a little breathlessly.

Throwing all dignity out the window, you reply, “I want Daddy tonight.”

He almost sounds pained as his eyes clamp shut at your answer. “Fuck yeah, I can do that. I can be Daddy. You need your Daddy?”

You nod so loose and frantic it feels like your head isn’t attached to your neck. Lucien never stops but inches forward until he’s looking up at you from between the cradle of your thighs. “Tell Papi what you want,” he husks.

“I-I want you to make me come, Papi,” you whine with a roll of your hips.

He suctions onto your clit, and you’re gone. Dieter seems absolutely giddy to watch another man make you come, but something about it is comforting and endearing. You hate how familiar and heady this all feels, knowing full well that come tomorrow morning it’ll be another fading memory to lump in with all the others. You push away the painful acknowledgement before it ruins your orgasm entirely.

Dieter’s fingers slip inside you with no resistance, and you both moan in unison at the way you part for him. Lucien’s wet mouth and chin leave a sloppy trail across your neck where he lays even sloppier kisses. “Can I take this off?” he asks. You nod, and he unzips and unfastens your dress before tossing it onto a nearby table. “I fuckin knew you wouldn’t be wearing panties,” he says low and needy into your ear.

The rhythmic plunge of Dieter’s fingers has you hurtling towards another climax. “Been a while since somebody gave you what you needed, baby?”

You bite your lip and dip your head. You hate how easily they could both read you. It made you feel laid bare, and not in the fun sort of way.

“Let Papi and Daddy make you feel good, okay? Don’t think about anything except letting us make you feel good,” Lucien whispers against your temple from behind. You feel the hard curve of his clothed cock pressing against your ass. You push back against it and stifle a grin when he moans. The grin slips away the moment Lucien’s fingers slide down your body to rub your clit in time with Dieter’s fingering. You aren’t sure whose hand comes to cover your mouth while you come, but you’re glad somebody has enough sense right now to think about other partygoers overhearing.

“You were always so pretty when you fell apart,” Dieter reminisces with a goofy, tender smile. He slips his fingers from you and licks them clean. “Better than I remembered.”

The sound of Lucien’s belt and zipper draw your attention backward. “You gonna let me fuck you wide open, baby? Think you can take all of me? It’s been a long time.”

“I can take it,” you breathe, arching your back for him to enter you from behind.

“Good girl for Papi,” he praises. He jerks himself a few times with a slip of spit and lines his cock up to your entrance. “Always such a good girl for your Papi, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, Papi. I’ll be good,” you choke out.

He inches inside you with an agonizing, languid pace. Your breath catches when he finally bottoms out. He’s so much bigger than you remember, but you still want more. Dieter captures your mouth in a heated kiss just as Lucien starts thrusting, and your high pitched cries of pleasure are caught between his lips. “Daddy,” you whine as you latch onto his shoulders for support. Lucien’s pace picks up quickly, and for a few minutes the small room is only filled with panting and the squelching sounds of him splitting you open.

“You’re taking his cock so good, baby,” Dieter says against your teeth. “You like taking raw cock, don’t you? You always begged Daddy to fuck you raw.”

“Fuck! Yes, I like it when Papi and Daddy fuck me raw,” you cry. “I want Daddy to fuck me raw, too.”

“Yeah?” he goads with a smile. “You want Daddy’s cock after Papi fills you up?”

Lucien grunts and whimpers as he struggles to keep his pace with all the back and forth filth.

“N-No, Daddy. Want you and Papi to fuck me raw together,” you beg. “Please, Daddy. Please Papi?”

Dieter rushes to free his cock and wet it with spit as Lucien starts chanting yes yes yes. He stills for Dieter to push against his own length and fight for the tight space of your cunt. They work together to hoist you higher until Dieter is notched at your entrance and finally pushing inside. The stretch burns and makes you feel present in your own body in such an overwhelming way for the first time in a long time. The first few thrusts are experimental and slow, but it doesn’t matter. You’re already crying and coming and losing yourself in the intoxicating sting of both their cocks wedged inside the fist of your cunt.

“Christ,” Dieter hisses. “Fuck, this is gonna make me come too fast.”

“Tell us what you want,” Lucien urges, sounding close to the edge himself.

Your pussy throbs and clenches around them both as you try to make your brain and mouth cooperate. “I want you to come in me, Papi,” you whine. “Want you and Daddy to fuck me and make me come again. Make me come and then fuck me ‘til you come inside me.”

“Anything for my girl – Papi’s good girl,” he assents.

“Daddy’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” Dieter adds in a hoarse sounding wheeze. “Gonna milk my cock in this tight little pussy. Gonna give you whatever you want.”

Despite never really caring much for one another, Dieter and Lucien seem to sync up with the common goal of giving you another mind numbing orgasm. The feel of their thick cocks crowding your insides, sliding against each other so that each push and pull is a constant punch of a cockhead against your cervix. “Fuck I’m gonna come again,” you blurt out as your climax surges and swells without warning.

You’re sandwiched between two sweaty and breathy men who now seek their own release. Dieter comes first with a pitiful little stuttering whine. His mouth rounds out in a messy kiss as he pulses inside you. Lucien is just behind him with a gravelly moan as he fucks you nonstop. There’s so much of them spilling inside you and being pushed out, and the warmth of it makes you feel sated and soothed.

You’re a boneless bag of flesh when they both catch their breath and ease you off the spear of their cocks. You sigh at the feeling of them drooling out of your pussy. With their concentrated, streamlined focus, your dress is put back on and properly closed back up. Lucien turns you to face him for the first time since you tried to leave earlier. “Can I kiss you?”

You want to laugh at his request given the fact that he’s currently leaking out of you alongside the efforts of your other ex, but you know why he’s asking. He knows certain types of intimacy are something that mean more to you and have to be earned back in trust. “Yeah, Lucien. You can kiss me.”

His body nudges yours against Dieter’s, hands coming up to cradle your face as he tenderly presses his lips to yours. It’s slow and soft and damn near perfect, especially considering Dieter is dotting the curve of your neck with his own kisses. You aren’t sure how long you and Lucien are lost in each other, but it’s blowing your mind to see Dieter be patient for once. Maybe they both really meant it when they said they wanted to do better by you.

You pull back with red, puffy lips and heavy eyes. Lucien looks down at you with a soft smile. “I miss you.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the unspoken words laced within: I love you.

“I miss you every day,” Dieter agrees quietly.

“Look, I–I miss you both, too, but I can’t promise anything,” you warn them. “You both really hurt me before. But, tonight was… nice. It felt nice.” You wonder why it never occurred to you to do this before. The two best lovers you ever had, at the same time. It was a no brainer, really. Probably all that pesky broken heart stuff clouding your mind that kept you from realizing what a good time it could be.

“You don’t have to make promises anymore. That’s not your job anymore.”

“No, baby. We’re the one who need to make promises so we can show you that we can keep them,” Dieter adds.

It might be the dumbest mistake of your life, but you can’t fight it anymore. You can’t fight how good it feels to be with them both. Despite all the pain and heartache they’ve caused you over the years, they both always felt like home in a way. “I think I might be willing to let you try.”

Okay the Lucien Flores brainrot got to me. As far as exes go in the celebrity world, you could do a lot worse than Lucien and Dieter. Also, reader clearly has a type haha.

#lucien flores x reader #dieter bravo x reader #lucien flores x you #dieter bravo x you #lucien flores smut #dieter bravo smut #pedro pascal characters #the bubble #the uninvited

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norrisleclercf1 · 7 months

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Omgggg can you please do more of the Lorenzo and Carlos. It is sooo sooo cute <3

Maybe something with teenage Lorenzo again about carlos getting into a crash and Lorenzo being by your side trying to stay strong for you but ends up breaking down and you have to remind him he’ll still be your baby even if he’s getting older

A/N: Ugh poor Lorenzo, he wants to be so strong for his family that he forgets he's still their baby

"Oh there goes Carlos Sainz into the barrier, I think he flipped multiple times. We're cutting cameras from the wreckage and RED FLAG they're red flagging the race!" Lorenzo felt his ears ringing and the bones of his hand grinding together from your grip.

"Carlos," The sound you make was not human as you watch the screen. "Carlos, are you okay?" Carlos's mechanic's voice filters into the static filled headset. "Carlos, are you okay?" The question is repeated over and over again that Lorenzo can't take it anymore ripping off his head set and throwing it.

"Mama, we have to go. Come on." Lorenzo pulls your headset off as he sees this faraway look in your eyes. "It's worse than Zhou's." You whisper and Lorenzo has to bite his lip tearing it between his teeth.

"Y/n! Lorenzo!" Lorenzo looks up, hearing the panic voices of his Uncle Lando and Charles. "I'm sorry, we have to go. The medics are going to want us to follow them." He wraps his arms around you whispering in soft Spanish that Papi would be okay.

"We can drive," "No," Lorenzo snaps, taking a deep breath he remembers to keep his emotions in check. "No but thank you Uncle Charles. You two have a race to drive, I'll text you with updates." Lorenzo turns you around leading you to the 2nd medical car as it drives them to the hospital.

"Is he talking?" You ask the medic who makes a face, but quickly wipes it away when he notices that Lorenzo is staring at him. "Mama, let's not bother him okay. Let's take deep breathes yeah? Papa is going to be okay. He's strong." Lorenzo whispers, pulling you in as you take the deep breathes.

"We're here Mrs. Sainz." Rushing out of the car, your son hot on your tail as you skid to a stop. "Oh, dios mi bebe, Carlos!" You gasp seeing your husband on the gurney being wheeled into the emergency room. "No, wait please let me, let me hold his hand." You beg, Lorenzo pulling you back as you cry for Carlos.

"Mama, let them work." Lorenzo swallows, blinking fast to keep himself from falling apart. He needed to be strong, to be the wall. Carlos taught him that, that when he was gone, he was the leader, and right now it was looking like it'll happen sooner. "No, no his ring. He wouldn't want it cut off, please his ring mi hijo." You beg.

"Okay, okay I'll get his ring." Lorenzo leads you to a private waiting room. "I'll be back, Mama." Kissing your head, he leaves you running to the area they took him away. "My father's ring, please. I need it." One of the nurses turn, shocked to see a 14-year-old boy. "Oh sweetie, here." The nurse whispers handing him a bag of his father's race suit, everything he was wearing.

Lorenzo says thank you and moves to the waiting room and sits down waiting for any news.

The hours ticked by, but soon a doctor comes by, a bunch of medical jargon but basically his Papa suffered some serious injuries, but they could go and see him. Walking to the room, you seemed to have come back, back to your normal self, knowing your husband was going to survive.

You step into the room, but Lorenzo stays at the door leaning against. He didn't want to crowd his father, but at the same time he couldn't stand seeing him like this. You whisper in a mix of Spanish and English in Carlos's ear. His heart rate picks up slightly, which has you laughing pushing hair out of his face.

"Lorenzo, come here." You whisper, holding out your hand. "Yes, Mama." He mumbles, slowly moving to your side. "It's okay, he's going to be okay." Lorenzo nods, you stand whispering about getting coffee.

Lorenzo takes you spot and drops his head. "I'm not ready, I'm not ready." Lorenzo whispers finally letting out his emotions from the day. "I can't Papa. You, I need you still. I know I'm a man now, but I can't. Mama, I can't." Lorenzo gasps, shoulders shaking holding his father's hand.

"Lo, baby." He snaps straight turning to you as he wipes his eyes fast, sniffling. "I," "Shhhh, it's okay. Papa is going to be okay, and you aren't a man. You're still our baby, always our baby." You mummer, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm not ready." He sobs, burying his face into your stomach.

"Lo, you're older but still our child. I should've been the strong one, not you. And I'm so sorry for that, but remember this; it's doesnt matter how old you get, you're going to be our baby for a very long time." Lorenzo nods, sniffling as he just cries it all out.

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Bruce and Harvey Being Dads

Harvey didn't want kids thanks to a little thing called generational trauma. They were basically the equivalent of

Bruce, big doe eyes, " I want a baby"

" no"

"Oh, okay"

" wait but don't ask another guy I'll do it"

No but seriously; Harvey becomes a dad very much accidentally. Two-Face?! Tim Drake from Batman the Animated series would disagree, but the fucker likes children

Bruce silently made it known he, Dick, Jason and Tim were a package deal and Two Face was PREPARED

I LOVE me some baby batkids. 10 year old Dick had to call Harvey to the principal's office, because like hell he'd face Bruce's 2 hour lecture. Harvey stresses that he can't just fight any kid that annoys him.

" He called Bruce a bad word. That word Luthor said to him last time and you knocked him out"

"...You want an ice cream?"

Harvey's a bit of a workaholic. Hey, the reformed life is slippery. Bruce has two main methods of tempting him back home; 1) send him admittedly adorable pics of Jason trying on suits 3 times his size, or use his " Please, Harv?" Voice

The Batkids know three simple truths in life; Harvey can't say no to Bruce. Harvey is catholic. Harvey prays to God and answers to Bruce.

You think Dick has golden child syndrome? Imagine being Duke Thomas. " why can't you be more like Duke?" Is basically the most used phrase in the house

Two-Face prides himself on being the only one with a backbone, only to fold like paper if they pull the " Papi, come on" trick

Bruce frames all of their babies' drawings and Harvey has copies of them all over the DA Office. He most DEFINITELY brags with his family.

Especially portraits. Imagine Harvey being nervous to pose, but Tim pulls those sad kitten eyes on him and gets so happy. " make me pretty, conejito"

" You already are, papa"

Bruce is dad/daddy, Harvey is pa or papa and Two Face is Pops

They have monopoly tournaments that turn VERY competitive on Bruce's side. One time he lost and didn't speak to anybody for 2 days until Harvey had a " talk" with him

If he winces when he sits down, grumbling as Harvey plants a kiss on his cheek along with a morning coffee, extra extra sugar, Alfred simply pretends he doesn't see it.

#there's more but it depends on the age of the batkids!! i think bruce and harvey approach parenting very differently #bruce is big on gentle parenting and harvey seems more like the soft dad with a disciplinarian side #harvey can't quite understand why tim won't let go of his pacifier but bruce explains its kind of his coin #jason needs his space in the library sometimes and that is it. two face brings him fruits #cuddle piles. so many cuddle piles #bruce wayne #harvey dent #bruharvey #bruce x harvey #dick grayson #jason todd #batkids #batfamily #fluff #bruce wayne is a good dad #batfamily fluff #dc comics #writing

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mooooonnnzz · 10 months

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How do I do this? // Miguel O’Hara x daughter!reader

i come out of my hibernation to post a lil dad daughter fanfic of miguel trying to tie up your hair <33

۵ i kept seeing people wanting more miguel w a kid reader so I HAD TO WRITE ITTT

۵ fem reader w long/medium hair length!!

۵ short sweet n simple <33 i wrote it w a teen reader in mind but u can imagine younger too

۵ there is some spanish! although, my spanish is very rough so if i made a mistake please kindly correct me!

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Miguel’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he thought. The gears slowly turned in his head as he stares at your untamed hair. “Okay, so what do I do again?” He looks at you through the mirror and smirks at your annoyed expression.

“Papi, I can do this myself. You know that right?” You said, eyes glancing at his hand that held the scrunchie. He was stretching it, playing with it as if it was a toy, if he’d stretch it anymore he’d snap it in half. “Don’t mess with the scrunchie like that.” Your hand reached out to snatch it away from him but he jerked his hand away. “Let me learn how to tie your hair.” Miguel frowned, using his other hand to collect your hair.

“I’m letting you, just don’t stretch it like that.” You tell him, feeling a little silly to be the one to reprimand him for his actions. How the tables have turned.

“So many instructions,” Miguel muttered, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes. “So dramatic.” You say through a chuckle.

“So I put your hair through the thing?” Miguel squints his eyes in confusion. A slight smile pulls on your lips at how clueless he looked.

“Yes, and if you need any help—“

“—I don’t need any help. I got this.”

Miguel’s eyes darted between the scrunchie that was looped around his fingers and to your hair that he had in an awkward hold. He was trying to imagine how he would put your hair through the hair band, and with each scenario, he’d go through in his head, he would come out more clueless. A small laugh slipped past your lips at his expression.

Miguel looked at you through the mirror, raising a brow. “¿Te estás riendo de mí?”

“No! No. Never.” The large smile that was threatening to shine through was getting harder and harder to conceal. The look of pure confusion on Miguel’s face was impossible to not laugh at.

“No te rias.” Miguel attempted to put on a stern voice, but it was futile. He couldn’t pretend to be mad at you, not when he’s hearing you laugh and seeing you smile. Those two things are one of the many things he loves about you.

“Do you want me to show you how to do it one more time?” Your voice was thick with amusement.

Miguel let out a defeated sigh and nodded his head. He let go of your hair and handed the band over to you. You thanked him and with quick and easy steps, you collected your hair and put it up into a ponytail. Undoing your hair, you looked at Miguel through the mirror. “Do you understand?”

Miguel’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Hacerlo otra vez.” He instructed.

“Papi? En serio?” You put your back up again for Miguel to understand, yet he couldn’t wrap his head around the magic of you tying up your hair. “It’s not that hard, Pa.”

“To me, yes, it is hard.” Miguel grabs the scrunchie from you and tries once more to tie your hair up.

“You’re not going to get it.”

“Shh.”

The band splits into two with the sheer force of him stretching it out the moment he finally loops your hair into it.

There’s a small moment of silence where Miguel is grieving over his failure while you’re trying your hardest not to laugh.

“Me voy. Ya no quiero hacer esto.” He slumped forward in defeat as he walks out of the bathroom. You barrel over in laughter, tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. “Te lo dije!”

if anybody has anymore ideas for dad miguel pls send bc i’m willing to write them we need more platonic miguel fanfics 😭

@strbyallycow

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x daughter! reader #miguel o’hara x teen! reader #miguel o’hara x kid!reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #dad!miguel #miguel o’hara x daughter!reader

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Monster Trio Having “Flashbacks” (NSFW)

@roronoaswifey taught me something 😁

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of Sex the night before

Luffy (While Eating)

“Thanks for the food!”

“Yeah. Yeah. This is like the 4th plate.”

Sanji waved off to his bottomless pit he calls a captain to eat. Luffy indulges himself once again to a meal of delicious juicy meat.

The sweet and savory mix of the marinade Sanji cooked to the tender beef coated his tongue with each bite, Luffy hums at the table eating to himself.

However, he takes one big bite and some of the meat squirted out on the table and onto his fingers.

Without thought he sucked on his thumb,

and that’s when it happened.

“Lu—!” Your breathless moan echoing in his mind, your thighs trembling over his sweaty broad shoulders now lowering to the sides of his hips as Luffy sits up on his knees to get a good look at you.

“You came a lot.” Luffy spoke seeing your sloppy, wet slit, covered in his spit and remnants of his cum, “But m’not done eating you up, Y/n.”

He gigglies lowly, his right hand rubbing up and down your shaky hip and thighs. He wasn’t wrong, already being fucked dumb by his cock and without letting you breathe he goes back down on you to “clean you up” which was always Luffy’s favorite part of having sex with you.

“Lu…more…”

“Hm?” He plays dumb, leaning into your face, the tip of his cold fingers tapping on your sensitive clit from below making you hiss, “Whatcha say?”

“More..please, papi…please..”

Dammit you knew the magic word (or name in this case) and it fucked your captain up a little. Whenever he hears the purrs of his nickname only you give him it gets his mind so fuzzy.

Right before he goes back down to finish the job he sticks his thumb inside your slit, wiggling it a little, cock twitching at how slimmy and wet you were, squirting just a little more on his wrist.

“Damn..” He looks at his hand, right before he takes a long lick from his wrist to his thumb, popping noises is the last thing you hear paired with a satisfied chuckle before he—

“Lu!” You snapped at his big doe eyes, He finally blinks and chokes a little at the remnant of food he has in his cheeks, you laugh a little. “You okay? You just was in some other planet just now mid bite.”

Not knowing what to say, he stares at you. Face unreadable to you which makes you stare at him back.

Your beautiful innocent smile that was once quivering lips of his name last night. He wasn’t sure why he had such a random memory of something you both do so often, but now wasn’t time to think, because once he took his last bite he took YOU back to recreate the mess he made of you yesterday.

Sanji

You are such a special woman to him. So special that he even wanted to keep you beside him as he cooked.

“Whatcha makin’ today, pretty boy.”

Sanji smiles, stirring the boiling pot of soup as you sat on the counter beside him, pink dusted his cheeks hearing your nickname for him.

“Just lunch, sweetheart. Wanna try some? See how you like it.”

“I always love your cooking, Ji….but yes I do.”

You share a giggle as he places the wooden spoon to your lips, his other hand cupping below it you slurp the delicious meal he made, slightly rolling your eyes back at how amazing it all melted in your mouth.

However, some of the soup dripped down your lip and to your clevage causing Sanji to quickly grab a paper towel and wipe it for you, leaving you a little warm in the face for when he wiped your breast so cautiously, moving up and down your chest seeing it wiggle with each movement he did.

And he noticed to, “Oh…sorry…”

“Don’t be. You can do whatever you want I won’t get mad.”

You peck his cheek before leaving the kitchen to use the bathroom and left him with his thoughts.

his eyes going back to the pot but his mind now to earlier this morning.

“F-fuck!”

This was such a sight for sore eyes, your pretty supple tits wrapped around his cock, tongue laid flat out to swirl around his blushing tip each time he thrusted upwards.

“Y/n…Y/n!”

His voice is a broken record to your name, repeating it, being so needy for more of your touch, his hair was a wavy sweaty mess, hip thrust, head falling back. He couldn’t believe he never asked to be waken up like this sooner.

“Cu—cumming again ah fuck im cumming again! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Cum for me, Ji.” Your words are just broken moans somehow getting just as much pleasure as your pervy cook just from watching him glide his cock between your tits.

He does so, leaving your neck down coated in his sticky cum, you couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of it dripping down your skin before Sanji grabbed your throat to kiss you. He moans so slutty, it vibrates on your tongue, he nearly swallows it whole once he shoves his inside your mouth.

“S-sorry…lemme…repay you really quick…” His lips tremble against yours with a slight grin.

“Do whatever you want to me, Prince…I’m all yours.”

You in an instant felt Sanji pull you up to lay you back on the bed, his head leaving open mouthed kisses all over before he reaches the special spot right between your legs,

“Oh!…Sanji!…San…Ji!”

“SANJI!” You snapped at him. He blinks repeatedly and almost notice his soup burning he panics to move the pot. “You okay baby?”

He turns to you, eyes immediately looking at your chest again, how supple they look, and how even prettier they were when—

“Y/n, my love….can we go to your room really quick?”

Zoro

“1,579…1,580…”

Zoro spent his afternoon like he usually does training. You however wanted to ask him if he wanted to have lunch so when doing so you interrupted him.

“In a minute, woman….I’m almost done.”

“You always do 2,000 pushups cant you cut it today?”

“No! I have to get stronger.”

“Ugh. Fine. You’re so mean when you ignore me.”

“I’m not—-whatever.”

You stick your tongue out at him before leaving to eat. Zoro grunts a little more and finishes his set when he gets reminded of yesterday’s training with you.

“Z-zoro! T-too too much!”

If there was one thing Zoro loves more than Sake and his swords, was your face when under him.

“C’mon…gimme 2 more.”

Your ankles on his shoulders, back on the cold wooden floor of the Crows Nest you try your best to contain your breast but no longer were you able to do that when Zoro presses himself further into you.

“TOO MUCH!”

Your cries were on deaf ears, he was already fucking you into over stimulation. Just cumming twice and he didn’t even give you a moment to ride out the high just for you to get closer to a newer and harder orgasm than before as Zoro forced you to take all he had to give you.

Your mind couldn’t even begin to figure out whether to ask him to stop or keep going, but your body was starting to speak for you.

“Got damn girl—fuck! Locking me in huh—ah fuck!”

You wrapped your ankles around him, your arms above your head, now given up to the erratic hip snaps that Zoro was giving you.

“Ganna cum? hm? “

His fucking heavy breathing and his slurred voice in your ear made you clench down harder, hand right on his undercut about to claw it, if he kept talking to you. He knew exactly how to get you riled up by his voice.

“You’re so…mean fuckkkkk…” You whined leaning against his sweaty face as he was buried in your neck he down a low chuckle and picks up to pace. He doesn’t need you talking right now he needed you to be too dumb fucked to do so.

“C’mon. Cum for me. Do it c’mon baby..cum on this cock for me please.”

His palm moves to your lower belly pressing down of the vague bulge of your belly, and your eyes nearly pop put of your socket body shaking against his as you just couldn’t stop convulsing, crying his name in his ear up until—

“AH FUCK!”

Zoro falls face first on the floor, not realizing he space out holding a plank for way too long. He looks up from the floor and huffs.

“That damn woman…shit.”

At lunch you couldn’t figure out why Zoro’s hand kept caressing your thigh as you all ate. He wasn’t really into PDA like that so it startled you a bit.

Eventually though.

He fessed up and it led to another training session.

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sturniolos-blog · 1 month

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please do a prank where either mailo or ella tells reader to shut up to see matt’s reaction !

Prank - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - fluff? short

disclaimer: first person POV, Mailo is 8 and Ella is 10

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8:04pm

I grab the vlog camera as I set it up, pressing record.

“Hello, guys! It’s me, Y/n Sturniolo. I haven’t recorded in a while but we are back for a prank on Matt.” I tell the camera, fixing my hair every couple of seconds.

“But today i’m not alone for this plan..” I trail off, trying to make it more dramatic. “Now introducing, Estrella and Mailo Sturniolo!” I introduce my kids as they walk into frame.

Mailo and Ella stand there awkwardly as they wave. I clear my throat, “Okay, well todays like prank i guess is the kids are just gonna tell Matt to shut up, to get his reaction. Tengo razón?”

Tengo razón: am i right?

“Sí, tú eres, mami.” Mailo says.

Si, tu eres, mami.: Yes, you are, mommy.

“Crees que papi va a estar enojado?” Ella asks as she looks at me.

Crees que papi va a estar enojado: Do you think daddy is going to be angry?

I shrug, “Un poco, pero he will get over it.” I laugh, as i rub Ella’s back.

Un poco, pero: a little bit, but

Ella nods before we hear a car pull in the driveway.

I gasp, “Okay, that must be Matt so come on guys downstairs. Vámonos, rápido!.” I say as we all rush downstairs, Ella and Mailo letting out fits of giggles.

Vámonos, rápido!: let’s go, quickly!

We make our way downstairs and i run into the kitchen, hiding the camera behind a cool book but getting a good view of the kitchen.

I hear Mailo and Ella continue giggling as they sit down at the kitchen table coloring.

I hear the front door open as i start making dinner. “I’m home!” Matt calls out as i hear his keys jingle.

“We’re in the kitchen, mi amor!” I call back, starting to put sauce into a pot on the stove.

mi amor: my love

Matt walks in the kitchen smiling, he comes over behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my face. “Hey, baby.” He mutters into my neck.

“Hey..” I smile, turning my head so i could kiss his lips quickly.

I then start focusing on dinner again and then Matt walks to the table, kissing Ella’s head then Mailo’s.

“No hello?” Matt jokes, examining Ella and Mailo’s drawings.

“Shut up, dad.” Ella says, laying her head on her arm that rested on the table.

“Excuse me?” Matt said, not knowing what to say to that.

I try my best not to laugh.

“You heard her, shut up, dad!” Mailo yells.

“Yeah, so that’s not gonna happen. I don’t know what’s wrong with you guys but you guys are not talking to me like that. Y/n, do you hear this?” Matt turns to me now.

“Be nice to your father, chicos.” Y/n says, shaking her head, going along with the prank.

chicos: guys

Ella shrugs and continues coloring as Mailo does the same, now not saying anything.

“Y/n, seriously? You’re not gonna say anything else?” Matt scoffs, looking at me.

“Matt, they probably didn’t mean it. Right, guys?” I ask the kids, stirring the sauce.

“I meant it.” Mailo shrugs.

“Me too!” Ella giggles.

I hold in my laugh as Matt’s face now gets red with anger, “Okay, both of you are in trouble. Can’t believe you would-”

“Matt!” I cut him off, making him look at me. “It’s a prank!” I laugh loudly, making the kids burst out laughing too.

“What?” He scoffs.

I double over as i hold my stomach, laughing as i point to the hidden camera. “We raised these kids better than that!” I calm down now.

“Gotcha, daddy!” Ella smiled cheekly.

“Yeah, dad, you kinda suck.” Mailo insulted.

Matt shook his head, “You guys are unbelievable.” He said as he let out a laugh.

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umm hello? i missed you guys haven’t posted a fic in a while so here’s this sloppy one

how is everybody?

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salford-blues · 2 months

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The origins

A/n: It's been a couple weeks since I last wrote anything. I've been really busy and I'm burnt out :( Also this is my first proper written fic. I've mainly posted SMAU's, so if it's not good... I'm sorry. Would love to hear your critiques etc! Pairing: f1 x driver!reader Summary: The origins of our driver!reader - snippets of her growing up Warnings: butchered german??? Italics are the thoughts!

2008 - 5 years old

GROSSER PREIS SANTANDER VON DEUTSCHLAND 2008

The stands were crowded with energetic fans waiting for their favourite drivers to come out. Roars of laughter between friends and families. Piercing screams of devoted fans. In the middle of it all, a 5-year-old girl wrapped in the arms of her father with her hands over her ears trying to block out the deafening noise.

''It's too loud Papi. When's it home time?'' the girl pouted.

''Not just yet Spatzi (little sparrow). The drivers should be out any minute now.'' her father sighed. The child frowned and buried her head into his shoulder and neck.

Instantaneously, the crowd began to yell. Names were shrieked left, right, and centre. People pushing and shoving trying to get a picture or an autograph with their favourite driver. Luckily, the child and her father had managed to make it to the front without too much effort. They now had a perfect view of the track.

One by one the cars came out of the paddocks and lined up at the starting line.

''Who do you like Papi?'' the girl questioned, intrigued by the cars and their colours.

''I like Williams, do you see the navy blue and white car over there?'' her father pointed towards the middle of the grid.

''Uhhuh,'' she nodded, eyes lighting up at the car.

''That's the one that I really like. Which one do you like Schatz (treasure)?'' he questioned the child.

''Hmmm, I liikkeee... I think I like Williams too! Just like you Papi. I think I like the red car too.'' the girl's eyes shone as she spoke. Excitement now lacing her voice. There was a look of adoration on her father's face. Oh, how he loved his little bundle of joy.

''You can like whoever you want. The red car is a Ferrari.'' her father exclaimed.

''F-Fir-aa-r-ee? Ferrari! Yeah, I like that one too, but that one goes second!'' she said adamantly.

Suddenly, the cars were off, speeding down the track.

There was a glisten in the youngster's eyes. The screaming of the crowd was long forgotten. All she could hear was the vrooming of the cars. Wow, they're really fast. I want to do that.

''I want to be a race car driver when I'm older Papi! I'm gonna go really fast like vrrrrooomm." she held out her hands and acted as if she was driving a car.

2009 - 6 years old

''Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Spatzi! (Happy Birthday, little sparrow!)''

The young girl stirred in her bed.

''Wakey wakey sleepy head... you don't want to miss out on opening presents do you.''

At that comment, the girl shot up in bed. Her wide eyes glanced up at her father, excitement running through her body.

''Please can I have waffles for breakfast? Can we go see Oma? Can we see Mami? Oooh can we make those doughnuts with the sugar on top for dessert? Plleeaassee?'' she gave her father her best puppy dog eyes.

''Okay, okay. How about we open your presents first and then see where the day takes us? How does that sound?'' her father queried.

A swift nod of the head gave her father all the conformation he needed and with that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her down into the living room. The room was decorated with brightly coloured banners, balloons stuck to the wall via sellotape and streamers hung from the ceiling. On the living room table, 6 presents stood tall and were screaming to be opened by a certain birthday girl.

Once set down on the ground, the birthday girl ran over to the presents. She picked the first one up, inspecting its size before placing it down and ripping open the wrapping paper. Inside a box of Lego with an image of a Ferrari. The girl giggled with excitement moving on to her next present.

The small child was down to her last two presents. Both were small and sat on the corner of the table. Small hands picked up the thin present that sat on top, tearing open the wrapping paper. A signed driver's card sat inside. Shock spread across the young girl's face. A signed piece by Kimi Raikkonen. This just might be the best present ever!

''Oh wooooow! Danke Papi! This is the best present ever.'' She ran over wrapping her small arms around the man's neck.

''You're very welcome. But how about opening up your last one.'' he smiled at her.

She curiously looked back and took the present into her arms. The present was squishy under her touch. Possibly clothes? Carefully, the wrappers ripped open. A blue and white race suit sat inside.

''Do you like it, Schatz?''

''I love it! I love it! I love it!'' the girl twirled around with the race suit in hand.

2015 - 11 years old

''Hallo Logan!'' The girl ran up to the young lad. ''Do you want to get ice cream after the race? I'll ask Oscar if he wants to come too."

The blonde boy nodded his head and smiled. ''Yeah, I'd like that.''

''Okay, bye Logan.'' The girl waved before heading in the direction of her Aussie friend.

''Hallo Oscar! Do you want to come and get ice cream after the race with me and Logan?''

''Sure. Let me ask my parents.'' He ran off towards his parents.

Alone she stood listening to her surroundings. Loud chatter coming from children and parents. Birds chirping in the trees.

Hearing the latter she skipped towards the trees before noticing a small bird hopping around. Approaching the bird slowly, she scooped the animal into her hands and held it against her chest.

''I will help you little birdie! Papi, Papi look what I found. Can we help it get better?''

''Sure, we'll take it home with us.'' he smiled.

Strolling over were Oscar and Logan.

''What'cha got there N/n?'' Logan asked curiously.

''It's a bird... We're gonna take it home and look after it.'' She exclaimed.

''We are still up for ice cream though aren't we Birdie?'' Oscar peered a the girl.

''Of course we are Osc... birdie?? Why that??''

''Oh y'know... you've got a bird in your hand, so your new nickname is birdie,'' he uttered as if it was obvious.

''Ahh okie.'' A blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment.

A whilst blew signalling that the race was about to begin.

''Papi, will you take care of it whilst I race?'' She turned back.

''Of course I will Spatzi. Now run along. The quicker you go the quicker you can get ice cream.''

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Ice cream dates just like old times. @oscarpiastri @logansargeant

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oscarpiastri Birdie delete this. This makes it out like we're all dating

> yourusername WAIT... WE ARENT????

>> logansargeant now look what you've done, you've made her cry...

>>> oscarpiastri We're not dating though???

user.1 why is Logan acting like a third wheel??

user.2 are they dating though? or is it two of them and then the third just tags along?

> user.3 I think they're just really weird friends

>> user.2 yhhh checks out

liamlawson30 annnd where was my invite?

> yourusername you weren't invited because you beat me at connect 4

>> user4 lmaaooo. Didn't realise y/n was a sore loser

>>> liamlawson30 you should see her when she plays monopoly

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xentualzzz · 10 months

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surprise

pairing: E42!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

summary: you give Miles a surprise. 😏😏

warnings: kissing, use of papi and mami, miles is aged up to 19, reader is 18. undressing but not too crazy. i think that's it.

miles: purple

you: pink

rio: blue

uncle aaron: green

a/n: this is connected to my last post late night shopping

a/n: i got the Spanish from google translate, so if somethings wrong, blame google translate not me. also, please give me feedback on what you think about it and things i could do better!

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the surprise:

Miles was sitting on his bed with his eyes closed.

You were still trying get your dress on.

He was just waiting for that surprise you had for him.

"Mami."

"Yes??"

"Are you almost done?"

"Yeah almost, give me 2 more minutes."

Miles sighed.

He was SOO impatient.

You got this tight purple dress just for him.

I mean purple suits him right?

That's why you got it.

Anything for him.

"Okay."

"I can open my eyes now?"

"Yeah."

He opened his eyes.

He was so lost in how beautiful you looked.

How the dress hugged your curves, your waist looking snatched, and your hair.

Heaven.

"So? What do you think?"

He stood up and walked up to you.

He took your right hand raised it.

"Spin for me."

You did a quick turn.

"Mami."

"A little slower."

His half lidded eyes..

'oh gosh why did he say it like that.'

You spun again, but a lot slower.

Miles was just staring at your ass the whole time.

He let go of your hand and put his hands of your waist.

His hands slowly gliding to your ass.

You put your arms around his neck.

"Te ves hermosa Mami."

(you look beautiful mami.)

"Gracias Papi."

"But.. I think the dress would look a lot better on my fl-"

"Miles."

You both chuckled.

"You tryna have a little bit of fun tonight Mami?"

You gave him a small smile.

"Always."

He pressed his soft lips against yours.

You kissed him back.

He is such a gentle kisser.

He put his hands underneath your thighs and dropped you on his dresser.

You wrapped your legs around his waist.

Things were starting to get wild pretty quickly.

His mom yelled from the kitchen.

"¿Está todo bien ahí arriba Miles?"

(is everything alright up there Miles?)

"Yeah I'm fine!"

Miles yelled back.

"Rio."

"I think Miles finna rail his girl."

"How do you know?"

"I have some.. experience."

"Aaron. What the hell."

Back to you and Miles.

He kissed you again.

He slid his tongue into your mouth when he got the chance.

You let out a little whimper.

He was exploring every part of your mouth.

He started to slide the purple straps off your shoulder.

"Wait."

You pulled away.

"What is it Mami?"

"Miles it's like 11 at night won't we get tired?"

"Don't worry Mami."

"I can go all night."

a/n: stop why did i giggle a lil bit while writing this.

a/n: also soon, i might be writing some Gwen Stacy and 1610!Miles stories in a bit too.

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damiansgoodgirll · 5 months

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Reader calling Damian papi while he fucks her and he went from being soft and sweet to bending her over and fucking her rough please

THIS IS NOT WHAT I USUALLY WRITE ABOUT SO DON’T GET USED TO IT! I WANTED TO TRY, ANYWAY…

damian priest x reader

‼️smut, isn’t it obvious?

papi

“oh fuck…like that” you moaned into in his ear. his hands were roaming all over your body, from teasing your nipples to cupping your breast into his bigger hands. his tongue was licking and biting your clit, making your thighs shake.

“you like this hermosa?” he moaned into your pussy, intoxicated by your perfume.

“yes…fuck…” your legs started to shake around his head and even if he wanted to spend the rest of the night between your legs, his dick was hard as a rock and it was painfully twitching into his pants. he needed to feel you.

“i need you princesa…i want you to come around my dick” he whispered against your thighs before kissing them. you looked at him with teary eyes, too overstimulated from the pleasure he was giving you.

he moved slowly into you, making you feel every inch, letting you squeeze his cock nice and wet. he knew how to push your buttons and he immediately found the spot that made your legs shake and arch your back “right there, fuck” you moaned, maintaining eye contact, knowing that it would drive him crazy.

his left hand was back on teasing your nipples, squeezing and playing with them.

“fuck…” you whimpered.

“you like this?” he teased you, already knowing the answer.

“yes…fuck papi, keep going” you whispered.

you never called him papi. he knew you were too shy for that. that’s why he teased you, giving you pet names that he knew that would make you blush. you didn’t even remember calling him papi, you were too lost in the pleasure he was giving you to connect your brain but he heard it loud and clear and that turned on something inside of him.

“say it again…” he moaned, thrusting in you faster.

“what?” you asked, not knowing what he was referring too.

“call me papi again and i’ll bend you over like a fucking slut…”

you remembered.

you’ve never been too rough with damian and of course, he never been too rough with you. he knew you preferred things slow and sensual, and he loved it too. but now that you unleashed a secret side of him. you were curious to know another side of him, the dirtier and rough one.

“just like that…papi”

that was all he needed to turn you ass up in the air and face into the comfy pillows on your bed.

“let me know if it’s too much okay? you say stop and i’ll stop” he whispered into your ear, making sure you were okay and you wanted to continue.

“okay…papi” you smiled and that was all he needed to start thrusting into you faster and harder. you felt things you’ve never felt before and you couldn’t believe you’ve never tried that position before.

“you wanna act like a slut? i’ll treat you like one” he whispered into your ear forcing your head into the pillows. your knees were shaking and you were struggling to stay still but damian’s arms and body made sure to keep you from moving. his left hand went around your throat, lifting your head up and made you look at him in the eyes. your mascara was running low on your cheeks, your hair all messy but he swore you were the best vision ever.

his cock finding his strong and fast and rhythm inside of you, his lips biting and marking your back while his hands never left your throat.

he felt how much you were squeezing his dick and his other hand quickly found your clit to make you come harder. his middle finger went to rub slow circle on your bundle of nerves, his hand was torturing you slowly while his dick was breaking you from inside.

that was enough to make you come hard, squeezing his dick while you let yourself fall on the bed.

but damian had no intention to stop.

he was close but he wanted to make you come once again.

“turn around baby…” he whispered, helping you to face him once again. he took your left leg over his shoulder, that position hitting new spots inside of you.

“oh fuck fuck…dam…” you moaned “too much…” you said but you didn’t want him to stop, at all.

“give me another one please…” he marked your neck of with his lips.

and when he begged so nicely you couldn’t say no.

“what a pretty slut…” he whispered, while his hand was back on your neck, making you rolling your eyes into the back of your head. you’ve never felt like that.

“papi…” you moaned “harder please…” you really wanted him to break you. even damian was surprised with how much you could take but he happily complied.

he went slower but harder, his thumb back to your clit, already red and swollen.

this time you came together, you squeezing his dick and gripping his shoulders while he released into you, letting you feel his cum from your pussy to your thighs.

you needed more than a minute to catch your breath.

when you re-opened your eyes you saw damian’s back to normal.

“how are you mi amor?” he whispered while he softly kissed your neck where he left marks and bruises “are you okay?” he asked and you nodded “was i too rough? did i hurt you?” he started getting paranoid, mostly because this was the first time you’ve been this rough and he didn’t really know how much you could take.

“i’m okay baby…it was perfect” you smiled.

“i’m glad you liked it cause i can’t wait to show you some other moves that i can do…” he teased letting you lay in his arms.

“oh i can’t wait…papi…”

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I’M ashamed, i’ve never made something like this

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