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oatmeal-cream · 4 months

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if anyone wants to spill all of the postal lore and every single little hidden detail they know i am all ears

(i also want ur personal little opinions and theories)

#postal #please #i will listen no matter how much you talk #please feed my fixation #i am desperate #postal 1 #postal 2 #postal game #postal dude #calling all fixaters

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justlet-melive · 7 months

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so i'm writing this astarion fanfic, and i realized it's only fair to let you know that i wrote a whole scene about astarion being released from the year in a the tomb because your art inspired me so much. like, down to dal being the one who gets saddled with taking care of him. thank you so much, i love your style and the story those few pics told spoke volumes

I just finished reading the sample on your blog and its SOOOOO GOOOOOOODDDD thank you for letting me know!!!! for posting it to share!!!!

I love fanfiction i wish i had the fortitude to write out so many things in my free time, but my mode is to push lines around while playing it out in my head instead. and hoping it comes through to someone..anyone. or no one thats fine too heheh

anyway the great joy of posting for me is seeing people respond to it. and when my fanart inspires really great fanfiction that makes me want to ...draw more fanart it feels like cheating the system!!!!

#if you liked those astarion ghoul drawings read this persons fic!#please always put me on to any fanwork u feel is a response to my scratches... best feeling in da world #feed my fixation its been so long

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astralnymphh · 1 month

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been having ellie williams eating pussy fixation lately, with references to a breeding kink (on readers side).. and breeding denial (on ellie's side).. self-indulgent tbh. witerally just a quickly written drabble. might elaborate another time. [ellie img from claymorrr on pinterest.] here we go! ☆

"E-Ellie— fuck, need 'ur fingers."

An airy sea, darksome and stuffy, eats the glass behind your thin curtains. In turn, the nooks that escape even the most most lurid of light in daytime, have shifted into that sea. Utterly. No silhouettes, no screens, no photo collages of you and her are bound to be seen. Quiet, homely ambiance is one of the things keeping your ears attentive to the bedroom around you, and what's happening inside of it.

Everything. Every sonant breath, every choked gasp, painted eerily— except Ellie.

Dim light a source at the head of your bed, only the shapes closest to it are palely painted. Auburn mane, cedar brown lashes, the heads of your knees, the head in-between them. Feasting sensually on the hallowed breeding grounds hot at the center of you, painted filthily in the sounds it made. Cradled in the perfect light, just enough for your pupils to zero in, and never zero out, consumed by the movement of her working her hungry muscle in and out of your drenched entrance.

"Huh," amused by your please-less plead, your clit is greeted with a scoff against it. "But you've got my tongue, don't need my fingers babe." that serene, soundproof whisper trying to convince you. So sure that what is given, is what will be taken.

Yet, a pit of greed takes root in your brain, and you find anything below the stretch of her painfully lacking.

As Ellie tucks her tongue back inside, lapping at your wetness, you pursue in tales of whines. "Wanna be full of you," leaves your bitten lips, higher-pitched and pulled across your teeth as that knot inside you responds to her tongue; swells on the mouthy sounds that come from it rolling stripes through your folds. Tighter, tighter, it tenses deliciously— and elapses before you can even focus on it, earning her but a frustrated huff out of you, "It's not enough."

"Don't wanna come on my tongue?"

Your hips snap forward for her once again withdrawn mouth anyway, afraid to loose any string of sensation. "Ellie," you fuss her name, and that pussy-eating grin of hers curls into a shit-eating one, laying her risen, pinched and dapple cheeks on the plush of your thigh. Annoyingly cute— just emphasize the annoying part.

"What's up?" clearly, she wants to get under your skin. Tenderly question you, deny, deny, ignite the sparks and quench herself on how cute you are. Grasping that something henpecks you to act so neglected and taking it into advantage like a sagacious cunt, bringing you to orgasm on her plan alone.

Unreserved, your lips.

"Want you t' get me pregnant," breathlessly muffled, humility has fled you. Dirty delights scorching at the hills of your cheeks, reach spoken ends at the tips of your tongue. "Els, I want you— you to.." the recital becomes lost in the haze of your head.

"Yeah?" her cheek tilts off your thigh.

"Yeah."

Her fingertips sunk in the crevice of your crotch and thigh, exert pressure, scooting you completely up to her chin. Silently setting up her answer; her play-along, earnest, and downturned eyes telling you to want otherwise. "Mhh, don't think you're ready for that. Knock you up on a whim? C'mon, babe"

Spoken replies don't necessarily represent gut truths, the telltale opposite answer present in her swallow. Ellie thinks, if she lets herself feed into that desire now— she won't stop.

"Just take my tongue, okay?"

Though weak, you agree, "Okay."

"Good girl," she grates, as if her throat had dried in pausing all attention from your pussy. Her hands float off your hips for a split second before smacking back down, admiring the way it ripples and jiggles the fat there, collecting her peachy, bottom lip beneath her top teeth and tugging it inside. Enamored with your cunt, and how it leaks sleek in the yearn for her fill, her claim, her name.

Her babies, even?

"So fuckin' pretty, gonna let me take my time? Fill you up when we're ready?" coos at it, reaching a lousy hand down to grope herself. In so doing, she brews a moan of her own ache she simmers at, "Fuck." and takes her free fingers as an opportunity to slap your folds, splaying your labia nastily with her index and ring, and hawking spit to your hole— honestly, just to watch it drip like syrup through your pussy lips.

She really is unreserved.

Cold when it hits— you twitch, but hotly-stirring when her tongue peeks out to smear it up to your clit, eyes shut with careful precision— you suck your stomach in.

"That's more like it."

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eatcandlewax · 1 year

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What about adults who acts and is mentally like a child irl and online? Biting fellow adults who are mean is my specialty 😋😋

oh yeah bite the meanies. my post was just about this autistic british lady i met online that i play games with

#she just recently bullied me to download a game she's fixated on #don't get me wrong im not upset about it #the games usually turn out good #anyways she's also my mom too #she just doesn't feed me ever #tell emma to feed her kids please

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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SUCK ME UP, BUTTERCUP

eren discovers that you have an oral fixation and decides to exploit it.

content + themes: spit play, throat fucking, porn without plot, anal mentions, subby reader, daddy kink, light slapping, hair tugging, use of weed, this is super short just because he’s on my brain heavily.

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.

“Erennnn, quit playing. Hurry uppp.”

“Ooh, we’re impatient tonight, aren’t we? Alright, princess. Open up..”

the thump pad pressed gently into the center of your bottom lip, tugging it down to spread your mouth open. Seated on your knees, akin to that of a pretty little pup..you had been waiting for your husband to use you at his disposal. After all, it was his favorite activity. Especially when you were the one feigning for it. He’d gloss those beautiful lips with a sheen of saliva as he lobbed a trail down your throat. “That’s it…get it nice and wet f’r me.”

You were begging for it..begging for him to fill your oral hole with whatever he pleased; figuratively hungry for whatever he had to offer. He’d start the night off by getting you intoxicated with a shared spliff, one that had your pretty doe brown eyes glossed over in a sheath of red. He watched you salivate and pant from your high, pleading to have more than a blunt between those pretty lips. Something he was happy to oblige. So before long, he’d sit down in front of you, tugging down his Nike Tech sweats to reveal that stiff cock..standing at attention and seeping precum. “Oooh..shit. Look at what you do t’ me, baby. You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” which prompted you to giggle and drool even more. You’d reposition yourself on all fours, awaiting him to maneuver you as he saw fit. That plump ass wiggling around in the air as you arched your back, where he’d catch a glint of that bejeweled plug, that he’d let you suck on first, stuffed between it in the mirror behind you..he couldn’t ask for a better fucking view! He was looking forward to taking claim of it soon but for now…

“Stick that tongue out..lemme see.” Instructing with his fist enclosed around the shaft as he tapped it against your buds. You were so obedient and submissive; naturally, he just wanted to give his good girl whatever she wanted! Rewarding you with another healthy glob of spit, gently patting that tip against your tongue and feeding your face a couple light taps.“This what you been wanting, right? F’r me to fuck that throat?…don’t be shy, baby. Tell daddy what you want, I’m listening..” glaring down at you with a smug grin on his face..gently stroking himself to the sounds of you groveling for him to let you have it. With a gentle hand tucked between your freshly done hair, he’d listen to your filthy fantasies and all the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind. And once he heard enough, you’d be granted your wish..

“Go ‘head, mama. Eat that fucking dick up. It’s all yours..” and immediately, you’d waste no time in dribbling those wet strings down his cock. Taking three or four inches on the first gulp. Bobbing your head up and down as if you had been starved for it. Swallowing and devouring your man with all you had. And needless to say, it didn’t take long for him to feel the effects.

“Oh!—fuck…you not playing fair, are you?” Finding himself gasping only a few short minutes into the rapid assault of your throat. Gagging sounds emitting all throughout the room as his head fell back against the headrest of his gaming chair.

“It’s all good, mama. Take that shit..you know what to do with it.”

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zhongrin · 9 months

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“honey, can you… put it in my mouth?”

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, kaveh, pantalone, ayato

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, gn!reader, very suggestive but nothing explicit believe it or not, oral fixation (reader), implied spanking (pantalone)

◇ a/n ◇ ough i finally have the energy to edit this..... why do i feel so tired from just editing send help i need kithes ;w;

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli looks up at you in confusion, before looking at what he is holding. surely you didn’t mean you want to have these bitter coffee grounds in your mouth? he smiles kindly at you and resumes tamping the coffee grounds, the veins on the back of his palms prominent as ever ever against his blackened skin, before locking the portafilter onto the machine and placing two espresso glasses under it.

“dear, as much as you need your coffee, i think we need to process this specific ingredient first before you can fully enjoy the beverage-”

he blinks slowly at you, the hum of the espresso machine the only noise for a moment following your clarification… until the corners of his lips turn upwards in a little smirk, and he chuckles onto his bare fist, the geo lines shining brightly with mirth before reaching out to trace your lips.

“sometimes i wonder if i've spoiled you too much… very well, perhaps after your coffee, you can have a… not-so-little treat. or should i say, treats.”

al haitham’s answer is, as per usual, logical and straightforward.

“absolutely not. this is one of my most prized limited collection books. that would be unhygienic, both for you and the book itself.”

his verdant green eyes lined with orange-hued lines switch focus onto your expression, narrowing upon seeing no remorse in your face. he’s about ready to scold you more when the next words leave your lips, and for a moment he’s distracted by how delectable they look as they spill sinful words and pronounce your chosen nickname for him.

“… you could have clarified that sooner,” he says, still in that monotonous tone, though you can see how his gaze burns hotter now and the visible excitement starting to make itself known. one of his gloved hands beckons you closer and grabs onto your wrist to pull you onto his lap.

“well, what are you waiting for, then?” his book snaps shut and he smirks at you in anticipation, “go on. put it all in your mouth. well… as much as you can, that is.”

kaveh beams and skilfully opens a lychee for you, ignoring the way the juices drip all over his slender fingers, and offers the sweet fruit to you immediately, urging you to taste the deliciousness. when you merely stare at him in amusement, your boyfriend tilts his head, his smile unfaltering as he pushes the fruit nearer to your lips.

“they’re really sweet! if you like it, i’ll feed you more!”

the architect’s grin widens when you take the fruit between your lips, although he blushes at the way your tongue brushes onto the calloused skin of his fingers. he tries to tell himself that it was just a coincidence, but five more lychees later, he’s convinced that you had to have done this on purpose. and when you tell him you’re full and you want something else in between those sweet lips of yours… well, he’s already a people pleaser by nature anyway - and there’s no one he wants to please most other than you.

pantalone’s gloved fingers fix his glasses before motioning for you to follow him a little down the hallway toward the adjacent room. moments after the door slams close behind you, he signals you to kneel - and the condescending chuckle when you obey like a trained dog in front of him makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

he folds his arms in front of his chest, smiling down at you, “i’m going to need you to explain further what you meant by that vague statement, dear.”

the more you stumble over your words, the wider your master’s smirk grows. golden eyes peer down at you in half amusement and half anticipation. he shakes his head when you finish, his next words cooing and belittling as if he’s scolding a misbehaving child, “oh my, darling, how can those lovely lips spew such filthy words?”

the seemingly condescending words are followed by a hum, though you sense no underlying malice or sarcasm in his tone. no, this was him playing with you - if anything, he seems to be amused at your words. you love being bratty and he loves disciplining you, after all. this is just right up his alley.

“i think you need more disciplining before i can grant your wish. now turn around and get on all fours. remember to start counting.”

ayato’s eyes seemed to curve in delight as soon as the words leave your pretty lips. an amused and condescending smile blooms on his lips, like a lotus greeting the morning air that is the breath of your ambiguous request. imaginary scenes fill his head, replacing the neat schedule he’s mentally set for the day today, each images filthier than the previous ones.

your beloved toys with you for a while, however. stalls with a series of teasings and seemingly innocent touches on your chin and cheeks and lips - so close yet so far from where you want him most. he chuckles when you whine and plead,

“perhaps we should find a way to constantly satisfy that greedy mouth of yours. how does keeping me company while i work sound? i’ll make sure to get the most comfortable pillows for you to sit on, under my desk.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #al haitham #kaveh #pantalone #ayato #zhongli x reader #al haitham x reader #kaveh x reader #ayato x reader #rin writes #honey can you...#minors dni

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galebrainrot2024 · 3 months

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Oh boy this one is a little salacious and indulgent. Anyway, we're back!

Summary: Inspired by the image below, gender neutral and unnamed Tav and Gale get a moment alone without their companions. Sexually explicit, denial, mutual masturbation, restraint, voyeurism, oral sex

Read on Ao3 | Master List | NSFW18+

Gale strides to the throne, running his fingers over the spines of the books, admiring the unique craftsmanship. “A bit self serving, if you ask me. Anyone who’s well read wouldn’t require such a gaudy display for their supposed knowledge.” You can’t help to roll your eyes in response and he gives a cheek grin. “Am I wrong?”

The rest of your companions returned to camp while you and Gale scourged the wizards tower, looting what you were able and taking the moment to yourselves. It wasn’t often you had time privately and away from the others. Now, here you were - isolated and contained together.

You watch as the sunlight whispers through the large paneled windows, kissing Gale’s skin and feel yourself spark to life, the tendrils of need licking up your spine. Your cheeks flush, tempted as you watch his fingers continue to run over the books, admiring their skill… you swallow hard.

As he drapes himself into the chair and leans back cooly, you feel gripped with the desire to please him, to get down on your knees in front of him and bring him to the zenith of pleasure. To worship him. He reads the lust on your face and slouches a bit cockily, raising a brow and flicks his wrist to conjures a mage hand in a flash of purple hue. He studies the hand for a moment before tossing a wicked grin your way, his pupils blown wide. When Gale speaks, his voice is low - “Are you alright, my love? Your cheeks are looking rather… flushed.” Gale rests an elbow on the arm of the chair and looks at you as if you were his prey, leaning back in the chair languidly and brushes his bottom lip with his thumb. His legs spread as if in invitation, the familiar mischievous glint evident in his gaze. You feel the tingle of your shared arousal course through your veins and your breath hitches. “It’s not often we find ourselves with such privacy. Might I suggest we take advantage of this gift of serendipitity?”

“What did you have in mind?” You breathe, though your body already seems to know the answer. The voracious urge consumes you, the need to entwine your limbs, the carnal ache for the delirium of bliss by his hands.

“Ah,” he chuckles darkly, raising a brow and leans forward. “Quite a few things, and none of them require this…” he gestures to your body, “extensive armor.” He clicks his tongue and the mage hand extends towards you, brushing through your hair. The movement sends a shudder down your spine. Your lips part as the fingers brush the hollow of your neck and skims your hems, begging to unlace and unbutton the fabric that stands between your naked form and Gale.

The erogenous heat fills your center and he watches you come undone, feeding off your desperation as the mage hand deliberately undresses you. The fingers work unhurried, the throbbing between your thighs growing with every light caress and brush. You shudder and try to shoo the hand away when it then grips your wrists together, Gale’s darker appetites seeping through. You gasp, surprised by the firm, sudden moment. He clicks his tongue again, “it’s unlike you to be uncooperative, my love…” the hand tightens around your wrist and he conjures another to begin to undo the rest. You feel your knees buckle and your lips part, wanting.

Whenever Gale was in this mood, you couldn’t resist pushing back against his hubris and the fixation with making you squirm. To deny you pleasure and inch you closer to the edge without quite giving into you. It is a game, and you will not be the first to yield. You feel your heart thrum wildly, this the first time you’ve been alone since the night in the astral plane. Your eyes drink Gale in, the way his robes cling to his form, highlighting the half formed arousal beneath the robes. It makes your mouth water, wanting to taste every inch of him. You again try to work against the hand and are met with resistance. Another manifests in front of you, tracing idle patterns between your thighs before it continues disrobing you. The air is cold against your bare skin as your armor falls away, leaving you standing stark in only your undergarments.

Gale rests back, his head tilted against the chair and you see him stir to life, his eyes frenzied with insatiable need. Gale licks his lips and a smirk dances at the corners of his mouth as he manipulates the hand with deft twists, and you stand dumbfounded - goosebumps rise across your body from the cold and your nipples stand alert. The hand brushes up your torso and up your chest, barely tracing your neck. You shudder and Gale leans forward hungrily. “Is something the matter?” His voice is thick with lust and he bites the tip of his finger as he uses the mage hand to caress your body. You feel the fire bloom within and your core pools with frenzied longing, squirming as the hand finds its way between your thighs. You hear yourself whimper and a plea falls from your lips. Gale leans forward more, his legs spread wide as he rests on his knees.

Your eyes lock on one another, profound craving and an almost punishing thrill of what was to come charging the air between you. Your underwear betray your sweet arousal and the hand barely brushes over your clothed sex. You inhale through your teeth, “Gale please…”

Gale leans back again, one of his hands snaking between his thighs to hold the evident bulge under his robes. “Please what?” He asks, his eyes flicking to the arousal between your thighs and you hear him groan. The wait is exquisite. “Use your words, darling.”

You try and as you do, the mage had around your wrists tightens and begins to push you forward and you oblige. Gale’s legs seem to spread wider as you approach and he leans back, beckoning you. As you approach, your body undulates with torturous need, the arousal between your thighs severe. He flashes his brows and flicks his gaze to the floor before him. You fall to your knees, and he leans forward, taking your chin in his hands and brings his lips to yours. The kiss is lecherous, his tongue forcibly parting your lips to roll over yours. You whimper and moan, squeezing your thighs together and another hand materializes. The hands spread your legs and work one thigh each, your hands still restrained by the first.

When Gale pulls out of the kiss you are both breathing deliriously, his black pupils revealing his craving for more. He stands in front of you and disrobes, the thick bulge in his briefs begging to be freed. Your body responds, lips parted and mouth watering. You lean forward and lick across where his briefs meet his lower torso. His hand holds the back of your head as you do this and a guttural moan escapes him.

Your carnivorous excitement takes over and you grip his briefs with your teeth, pulling them down his body. He laughs darkly, “Very good…” he purrs and you look up at him, eyes wide and eager. Gale sits back in the chair and you are entranced - he releases your wrists and the hands caress your lower body. With your hands freed they find their way to Gale’s thighs and you grip them tightly as your lips graze along in tandem. You can sense the hands massaging your butt, the source of your arousal as if to encourage you to please him.

His pulsating erection demands to be sated and you eye him, your tongue flicking higher and closer to the source of his pleasure. You hear him moan, his hand still lithely guiding your head between his thighs. The saliva in your mouth pools yet before you are able to take him, he pushes your head away. You whimper and feel the hands beginning to massage and pleasure you, your eyes flutter and you hear Gale sigh as he watches you.

Gale’s hand guides you forward now, succumbing to you and you meet him eagerly, your grip firm on the arms of the throne. Your lips wrap around the tip of his erection and saliva pools downward onto his shaft. He grunts and you roll your tongue over the sensitive tip and he squirms as you take him deeper into your mouth. Gale rewards you with a groan and thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat deliciously. You suck as if famished, your voracious thirst for him fueling the skill of your mouth and tongue. The grip on the back of your head tightens and he begins to push harder into your mouth and you feel the hands between your thighs increase their tempo and firmness. You moan against his cock and the vibration makes him twitch, his body slick with sweat as you take him and indulge. You lick across his shaft and fondle the bridge between his ass and penis which causes him to writhe beautifully. You smirk and use your hand to grip the base of him, bringing your lips to meet your hand as you work him.

Gale comes undone, the grip in your hair sending you reeling and the hands torment you, bringing you closer and closer to bliss. Each time you feel yourself close to release, the hands pull back and you cry out desperately, your mouth full of Gale as he retreats. You suck harder, frantic, seeking the full flavor of Gale’s arousal. He is salty, warm in your wet mouth and his movements begin to grow more urgent, volatile. Your jaw aches and tears form at the corners of your eyes and your saliva covers his throbbing erection as he bucks into your mouth. You relax your throat, allowing him to plunge deeper into you and he moans louder, the sound anguishing music as he continues his retreat from your pleasure.

You pull back and you feel Gale’s hand resist and he groans, almost in frustration. He tries to press you back to him and you resist, you grip him tightly with your hand and you gaze up at him as you lick across his shaft. His lips fall open and his head tilts back. Suddenly, you feel a hand manipulate you aggressively, so close to allowing you release that you fold your entire mouth over Gale and he cries out in animalistic pleasure, plunging into your mouth as the hands work you. “Oh fuck…” he grips the back of your head almost too hard, his cock slipping deep into your throat and you moan as the warm, sticky cascade of his climax shoots into your mouth and you suck violently, tasting every part of his pleasure as he allows the hands to bring you to your own rapture while you taste the fruit of your labor.

He collapses into the chair and you onto his lap, resting your head on his thigh - both of your breathing is ragged and shallow, the calm settling between as your breath comes back to you. He brushes his fingers through your hair and across your cheeks and you look up at him. He is flushed and grins, almost sheepishly as you say: “You are full of surprises,” you murmur and kiss thigh before pulling yourself up to kiss him.

It is slow, tender, and you see him thrum to life again. You raise a brow and he shrugs before murmuring, “Well… we have time for a bit more, wouldn’t you agree?”

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mochinomnoms · 4 months

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I was eating and with certain dishes I will literally lick my plate clean (not in public but ill do it around friends and family). I can't stop thinking about the mer mafia seeing this for the 1st time and just... I can see then inviting MC to eat and specifically make foods they know MC will lick clean.

I can see the mer mafia (especially the tweels) having an oral fixation and give suggestive foods to MC too like lollipops or popsicles. Or even making a burger thats way too big so MC has to open their mouth wide to take a bite.

omggggg maybe it's a bit of a cultural thing. Merfolk, especially cecaelias, are known to give meals as courting gifts and feed their partners after sex. It's a cute point of confusion when merfolk are presented with food and treats by their human guides when visiting land, which is becoming more common.

The octotrio have been on land long enough to know that this isn't the case, yet they can't help but be engrossed in the sight of you licking the plate clean of the dish they'd so carefully made to your licking. It's drawing a heat deep into their belly, seeing the way your tongue moved against the plate, the pleased hums leaving your lips, and the satisfied smile you gave them. They're so down bad.

After that, you're being given all sorts of treats and sweets, especially popsicles, for the sole purpose of staring at your tongue and the way it moves, imagining it on them~

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #!nsfw

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morallyinept · 5 months

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Pop Goes The Javi - A Javier Peña One Shot for PMAMC 2024

Written for @wannab-urs Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 - proud to be part of this collection of amazing writers. Check them out for all the Pedro Boys being pegged! 🍑 Also, check out last year's PMAMC 2023 too!

Summary: It’s Javi's birthday and you have the perfect gift for him.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 4.5k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Explicit - Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me and I share with you. If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: There's a fair amount of Javi Spanish in this, so I've provided translations at the end of the story. Special thanks to my sweet hermosa @rhoorl for helping me out with this. 🖤

Thanks again for letting me be apart of this @wannab-urs 🥰 Please be sure to check out, and re-blog, all the other amazing stories by the other fantastic writers who have also taken part this year! 🍑

PMAMC Banner/poster created by @wannab-urs 🖤

MAIN MASTERLIST | JAVIER PEÑA MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

As the sun dips below the Bogotá skyline, casting a warm, orange glow across the city, the heat coats your skin like a greased balm.

You find yourself nestled into a cosy booth with Javi in a restaurant; the taste of sweet agave and ash lingers on his lips, and his nimble, thick fingers cause a mutiny of tingles to travel across your epidermis as he brushes the tips of them over your thigh.

The flap of his open collar, under his worn in leather jacket, reveals golden bone protrusions that you long to taste again, and it takes you a few moments to realise that you haven't heard a single word he’s said most of the evening as you’ve been fixated on it, until his fingers sweep up to your inner thigh under the table.

“This fucking dress leaves little to the imagination.” He murmurs, planting a kiss on your temple.

“And I assume yours is running amok right now?” You say, leaning further into him.

“Si, cariño.”

“Good. Mission accomplished.” You smile into his mouth.

He licks his tongue into yours as you tug at the soft, creaky lapel on his jacket.

“I think we should go, vamos a casa,” Javi husks into your face with a prudent smirk; a plush bottom lip pouting suggestively under that moustache.

“No, you’ve not had any dessert yet,” you smile, stopping his hand from going any further.

“I plan on having it back at yours,” he says, eyes dropping to your cleavage and then back up to your face.

“I think you’ll like this one better,” you grin as a dessert with a single candle arrives at your table.

The restaurant staff, having been forewarned it’s Javi's birthday, join in singing a lively rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños, much to his chagrin.

You can’t help but giggle at his discomfort, eyeing you with a puckered frown and pink pout, but equally trying not to laugh at your audacity when you clap and sing along enthusiastically with them.

“For the record, I hate birthdays.” Javi mutters, as you pick up the spoon and feed the dulce de leche flan to him. His teeth clash against the metal as he eats it begrudgingly whilst you grin and sparkle at him.

“I think you’ll enjoy this one. You won’t forget it in a hurry.” You muse.

“Mhm.” He retorts with knitted eyebrows.

“I still haven’t given you your present yet.”

“You got me a present? ¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” Javi murmurs under his breath. Then he softens. “If it’s not you in my lap in this dress, then I don’t want it.”

You lean forward, fingers raking through the sweaty curled hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not wearing any underwear…” You tease.

The growl that escapes his lips is heard by the table opposite as they turn quizzically as he feigns clearing his throat.

“We’re going. Right fucking now.” He says, standing. Your eyes are drawn to the obvious bulge straining in his tight jeans at eye level.

A short cab ride to your apartment is spent glued to his lips as your curl yourself around him as close as you physically can. His hand rests dangerously close to the centre of your thighs; the slip of liquid silk from your dress riding up further as his fingers edge closer to the wet heat there.

You soon feel his wandering digits probing brazenly at your slit, sliding the length of them up and down through your drenched lips, making you moan into his hungry mouth on the backseat.

The backs of your thighs stick to the leather as Javi collects the slick pooling at your hole and rubs it onto your clit where he circles languidly with a delicious pressure that makes your skin tighten and crack.

He works two fingers in with slow, intense strokes as he clutches you close to him with his other arm around you, lips buried in the skin at your throat as he sucks it gently into his mouth.

Small, little whines escape you as he builds you up, and it’s not long before you glance at the driver peering at you both through the mirror surreptitiously.

“Ojos en el camino, señor.” Javi instructs with a grizzled bite to his tone as the driver looks away.

He withdraws his fingers smirking as you giggle. He generously tips the driver outside your apartment before pulling you in through the door, latched onto fuzzy lips that want to devour you whole.

He has you pinned up against the door with his hand swimming back under your dress, but you clamp down on his wrist stopping him.

“No. It’s your birthday and I have something I want to give you.” You whisper, stamping a sizzling kiss on his cheek.

“I don’t need anything, but this…” Javi says, stroking lightly against your pussy lips again.

“Please. Just indulge me. No te arrepentirás lo prometo.” You groan, pushing his hand away.

Sighing into your shoulder, Javi allows you to lead him to the bedroom. Kissing feverishly, you unbuckle his jeans; those tight, dark jeans that keep him all snug and shapely as you work your hands over that tight, little ass of his.

You pull away from the kiss, admiring your hands squeezing and lavishing his cheeks slipped down in the back of his jeans. You groan as you knead and squeeze the pliant, bouncy meat of it.

“Is this what you want to do? Feel up my ass?" Javi smirks, the left side of his lip crooking up first.

You shake your head, grinning at him. “No. I want to fuck it.”

Javi baulks. “What?”

"You heard me." You flutter.

He sinks onto the end of the bed, watching as you scurry over to the closet.

“I got you this.” You pull a box out and place it on his lap.

“What is it?” He asks, regarding it as though a bomb might go off in his face at any second.

“It’s your birthday present. Open it.” You say, watching carefully.

He opens it, pulling at the wrapping paper curiously and then sighs when it’s revealed to him.

“Jesus.” He hides the panic in his voice extremely well, but you can see it spreading all over his face.

“Javi, don’t be upset.” You say tentatively.

“I’m not upset, I just…” He looks up at you with those big browns, deep and entrancing, and full of something else; something you’ve never seen before as it picks at you. You worry you've made a mistake.

“We've talked about it. You said you wanted to try it one day."

"I did." He admits in a low tone.

"Do you want to try it tonight?” You probe gently.

“Querida.”

“You know you want to...” You smile enticingly at him.

He glances at you again, that same look and you realise what it is - vulnerability.

“Javi, do you trust me?”

He frowns instantly. “Of course I do, sabes que lo hago.”

“Good. We’ll go as slow as you want.” You confirm, nodding gently.

He stares into the box for a few moments and you can see him gulp. He puts the box on the bed, lights up a cigarette and takes a deep drag.

“Don’t I have to prepare, or something?” Javi asks, his shoulders hunching up through the plume of smoke. “I sound like a fucking idiot. Jesus.”

“I've got lube.” You say, nodding to the box.

He peers in. “Mierda.”

You come and sit beside him as he blows the smoke out away from your face. He slings his arm over your shoulder and you kiss his hand as your fingers entwine.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Javi. But I think you want to...” You sway. "I'd really like to fuck you on your birthday," you add, whispering.

Javi regards you carefully, those inquisitive eyes latching onto yours and you can see him mulling it over.

He takes another drag on the cigarette, the end burning a bright red in the darkening room.

"You want to fuck me, cariño, hmm?" He says and you can see that lip crooking up again.

"Mmhm." You nod, smirking.

He blows out more smoke. “Alright. Let me shower first, okay? I fucking stink.”

You smile and nod. “Okay.”

When he comes out, a little while later, the room is cast in a soft light from the bedside lamp.

You have the dildo, lube and strap laid out on the bed. You’re sitting there waiting for him, trying not to imagine him derailing this by his own insecurities, when he emerges with a towel loosely wrapped around his svelte waist and dark hair a damp mess.

He’s never looked so fucking good, golden skin shiny with water droplets that sparkle in the light. You can't help but stare and lick your lips.

“Ven aquí,” you hold out your hand and pull him towards you with an entrancing smile. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to st-”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Javi growls as he takes your face in his big hands and plants his lips on yours.

He nips on your bottom lip as his hand slides up under your dress to find you soaking for him again. A few brushes against your clit has your thighs spasming, but again you stop him, stepping back and lifting the dress over your head.

You pull the faded towel off of him and turn him so he’s sitting on the bed.

"How do you want me?" Javi asks.

"Just like this," you say.

You kiss all over his tan skin, down his chest and towards the prominent swell of his cock resting against his belly; a small thicket of dark, curled hairs rests at the base, damp from the shower.

He’s already leaking glossy pearls in anticipation as they string onto his skin. You kiss all around his groin, deliberately avoiding his cock as you lay him back.

Parting him by the knees, you smile and stroke the insides of his thighs.

"I want to kiss you."

He nods, pupils already blown and lips parted as he anticipates your every move.

Balls swollen like ripe plums hang heavy over the untouched skin of his taint where you run your tongue first.

The soft snuffles from his nose indicate that he likes it, and you lick under his sack, sucking one of them into your mouth gently as he hisses in response.

Trailing your mouth and planting kisses, you push his legs wider and he moans out as you find his dark, little hole and begin to wiggle the tip of your tongue over it.

Catching him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice, Javi's tone shifts to a higher pitch as you lick around the pink pucker of his ass.

“Fuck,” is all he can but utter on a choked whisper as you tongue him there.

Teasing, licking and smooching around the most intimate part of him, a part that he’s never revealed so brazenly to anyone else before; you can tell by the way he’s all coiled up, fists clenched and back taut and rigid. Trying to relax into it, but feeling out of sorts at the same time as these new sensations flood over him.

He'd said he'd wanted to try it, was curious about the appeal, when you'd both opened up to each other about your fantasies.

You'd asked if he would try with you and he'd said yes, as he kissed you moaning into your mouth, and harder than he'd ever been at the idea.

Equally, you'd thought about nothing else since, planning on making it perfect for him.

Well, there was no perfect time than his birthday and it solved the conundrum of what to get him as a gift.

You flick your tongue over his hole, back and forth, back and forth, as he shudders. You can feel a little contraction as you push in the tip, a slight hesitation, as he grunts out.

But Javi grabs his cock and begins stroking it while gritting his teeth. His breathy groans turn into heated growls as you continue to lick and explore his ass with your tongue, readying him up for what’s to come.

You glance up at him, head craned back in the pillow and slack mouth open, and you know you won’t get that image out of your head for a while; it’s burned into it like a firebrand on raw cattle hide.

He looks fucking exquisite, paused in his own pleasure. His eyes catch yours when you stop, taking this moment to indulge.

“You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?” He questions looking down at you looking at him, as you kiss around his little, pink rim again.

“Maybe.” You smirk. “But you are too, admit it. You like it.”

"I do." He nods with a content snuffle.

You reach for the lube, squeezing a little out and running the smooth silk of it over his hole. He hisses, lips curling back over his teeth, with the coolness of it and you rub your finger over his hole; around in teasing, slow circles, gently increasing the pressing until the tip of your finger slips in.

“Mmm,” he grunts. But you can feel him resisting as it pops out again.

“Relax for me, Javi.” You pat his stomach reassuringly.

You push again when he breathes out and your finger slips in, past the tip and proximal phalanx. You pull back and watch his face; eyes still closed and biting down on his full bottom lip.

His large hands twist at the sheets, gripping so tight they could tear. You pump gently, pushing further in each time and plant kisses on his thigh that twitches.

“You’re doing so good,” you encourage, your mouth running up his thigh as you push your finger deeper with each pump, twisting and curling it until his whines become a strained gasp when you find that delicious, untouched spot.

“Fuh…” Javi husks in a strangled moan.

“That’s the spot huh?” You smile.

“Oh, fuck yes.” He pants as you stroke against it with a little more pressure. "Shit, that's..." He trails off, distracted by how damn good it feels.

His legs jerk as you rub against his spot and his cock literally pulses in response.

"Do that again."

"Are you begging me for more already, Agent Peña?" You grin as you stroke against him some more.

He looks drunk, eyes glazed over as he nods lazily, trying not to grin himself.

“Shall we try the strap?” You entice gently pulling your finger out.

He sits up on his elbows. “If we’re doing this… I-” The look on his face is a mixture of hesitation and fear despite the wild dilating of his eyes turning them into tar pools.

“Why don't you ride me?” You encourage with a nod. “You can control the depth.”

“Jesus Christ…” Javi blushes almost immediately, a heated flush creeping to the tips of his ears.

“If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?” You confirm, reaching for the dildo and strap. “But I think you’re really going to like it,” you smile.

“It’s small.” Javi says, sitting up fully as you belt it on, and you're not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed.

“Well, your ass is small.” You confirm taking a handful of his pert, little butt. “If you like it we can work up to a bigger one.”

You squeeze lube all over the dildo and look up at him as you lay back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows.

"Come here and kiss me, Javi."

He straddles you, leaning down to plant his lips on yours, and you can tell he’s nervous. You angle the silicone cock between you, as it brushes against the crack of his ass.

The veins in his neck swell, his teeth grinding as he feels it nestle between his cheeks, sticky and wet against his hole.

You hold onto his hips, stroking over the creases in his inner thighs. He looks down at you, eyes deep and trusting, lips red and swollen like the end of his dick.

Big browns melting into you like chocolate.

“Estas listo?” You ask.

“No,” he sighs with a slight crook of his lip and then chuckles.

"Go slowly," you say.

He rocks back and forth gently, your hand clasps softly around his stiff cock, stroking as it glides in and out of your hand effortlessly with the remaining lube around your fingers.

You can feel him tentatively getting comfortable, the head of the dildo rubbing at his wet hole as he braves himself each time to push back that bit further onto it.

He breathes out, relaxing, or trying to relax as best as he can.

Javi stops, freezing, just as it pushes through the rim and gasps. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Slowly,” you ease again, your hand squeezing his thigh, rubbing gently.

You’re tempted to buck up a little, help him through the initial pinching through the sphincters - you know he’ll be clenching.

But you also know he needs the control right now. He needs you to let him do it himself.

“I promise it’ll feel so good,” you say, jerking his cock a little harder. “Just relax.”

“I can’t relax when you’re doing that to my cock, fuck…” Javi groans.

“I can stop-"

“No, no pares… feels so good.”

His fists press into the pillow either side of your head as he leans forward to drape kisses on your mouth and pelts your eyelashes with hot, tempered breaths. "You're fucking killing me, baby." He whispers.

"That's it, let it in. Fuck my cock, Javi. Just like that."

“Mm, shit…” he gasps as he lets his hips sink. “Bésame,” he says, pushing his lips against yours again.

You slip your tongue in his mouth as he whines, gasping as he breaks through.

He slowly builds a momentum, one that steals his words and breath entirely as his grazed chin runs against your jaw. His cock slides into your palm further as he winds his hips.

“Sit back, Javi. Let it fill you up.”

You put your hands on his thighs and push him backwards gently as he steadies himself upright.

You raise both your knees up and it pushes the dildo further into his ass.

“Fuck… Querida!” He pants, forehead and clavicle shiny with that sheen of sweat already as the room is engulfed with heat.

“That feel good?” You ask, smiling at him.

God, he looks so fucking gorgeous on top of you right now. Face and chest flushed pink and glowing in the light.

“Si, así, que bien se siente… Fuck!”

“A little shift in position got you all fucked up, hmm?” You grin.

“Fuck…” It’s all he can say as he works.

You grip round his slippery, fat cock tighter, feeling it pulse against your palm like it has a spine of its own.

“You’re cute when you ride me.”

“Shut up.” He grunts, blushing harder.

“I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what?” He gasps.

“Shy.”

“Shut up.” He tries not to smirk under his moustache, but it’s fruitless. It pours out of his mouth like liquid gold dripping onto your tits.

“You look so good, Javi. So fucking gorgeous.” He always does when he's on top giving it to you, but now you're giving it to him, and it's exquisite to watch him him take it all.

He leans forward again, kissing over your nose, making you smile as he works his hips a little faster on the end of your cock. “Querida, it feels-”

“Tell me.”

“It feels really good.” He grunts. “No puedo creer lo bien que se siente…”

“Told you you’d like it.” You giggle. You raise your hips again and he shudders.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Your cock is so hard, Javi.” You say feeling it throb more in your fist. “You really like this, don’t you? You like me fucking your tight little ass, hmm?”

He doesn’t answer, but the look he gives you confirms it. He’s utterly beside it all, cracked open and split in half; a vacant, glassy look in his eyes. Drunk on silicone cock and drooling for more.

"Such a cock slut, aren't you?"

"Hey!" He growls and you giggle again as he pants and whines.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, his large hands keep coming to your face and then to his hips, and back to your face again as he works and grinds. You’ve got him spun, in a tizz.

Javier Peña is a quivering wreck in front of you, on top of you, riding you.

It’s feels so fucking good he can’t think straight.

You can only imagine what he’ll be like when you eventually get him face down into the mattress and fuck the shit out of his cute little ass.

The thought makes that hot spark flash down your spine and fizz on the end of your clit. You clench around nothing as you fuck up into him some more.

He’s shaking, you can hear it in his voice, those shudders rolling waves on his smoky breath that dislodge from the back cavity of his throat and tumble into your face, all warm and exposed as they peel open.

“Mmm… mmm.” They flow out of his mouth as jumbled whimpers; little rattled grazes of pleasure between gritted teeth that plead for more and cower in the corner behind terrified eye sockets.

You lean up planting kisses over the smooth crest of his sternum, tasting the salt brine that slicks across it mixing with sweet remnants of your own mango shower gel.

You feel one of his hands supporting the back of your head, combing through your hair as you suck his feverish skin into your mouth.

“Still feel good?” You query, looking up at him.

Javi nods, unable to speak and you decide to thrust up into him that bit deeper.

“Fuck!” He whines loudly, his head snapping back.

You stroke his cock harder, wet and rock solid in your hand as you pump. His whole body shakes now, moving in tandem with you.

“Are you gonna come soon, Javi?”

“Fuck… yeah…” he whispers raggedly. "Si, si..."

He pulls you up a little closer to him. Just his hips move, his cock crushed between the two of you now as he cradles you close, slicking between your stomachs as he grinds his ass deep on the dildo.

“Oh fuck!” He growls louder, more unrestrained.

“Yeah. That’s it.” You enthuse.

He takes his cock, jerking it hard; sitting fully upright as his hips swivel around on the dildo stuffed tight in his ass.

“Come for me, Javi.” You urge him, reaching up to stroke his chest. "Come all over me."

You buck up into him again, holding onto his shoulders, weighing him down on the dildo, noticing he’s stopped moving, and then he utterly loses it.

The tip of his cock pulses and squirts thick, pearly ribbons of come from it, splashing over your breasts.

He grunts with the strain, the pleasure coursing through his body at breakneck speed, flooding him. It feels like electricity in his bones, water filling in his lungs.

“Fuck, fuck… fuck!” He pants. A small, breathy chuckle escapes him as he ejaculates; his cock continuing to leak all over his hand and you keep going, pushing up into him as he explodes.

You kiss him delicately, pecking and licking at his lips.

“Mmm shit,” he murmurs against you.

You buck up again, fucking him that little bit harder as he keeps fucking his fist.

“You’re not done yet, Javi.”

There’s so much of it spilling out of him onto your chest as the dildo rubs against the place deep inside of him that makes him boneless putty in your arms.

“Q-querida.” He stammers out.

“Mmhmm?”

“Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah!” He puffs.

“You coming again?”

“I don't think I've stopped... Jesus fucking Christ!”

"You feel so good, Javi." You praise as he whines and whimpers endlessly.

He flops forward, his body trembling.

“Do you think you can take it a little bigger next time?”

“Mmm, fuck… next time? I… shit.” He can’t even think about next time, he’s still reeling from this time.

“You don’t want to?”

“No I do… no te detengas… I really fucking do.” He’s gasping now, babbling almost in a mix of clumsy Spanish and English as he tries to get his thoughts straight.

He doesn’t want it to end. His hand is a sticky mess, warm and full of his spend that keeps leaking from him.

You giggle as he pushes his forehead against yours, the sweat slipping across it as he breathes out. He can barely keep himself upright.

“Can I fuck you a bit harder?” You ask.

“Que?”

"I wanna fuck you. From behind."

"Si..."

“On your hands and knees, baby.” You smirk at him as you kneel up between his legs as he gets into position.

You squirt some more lube over the dildo and push it gently against his stretched little hole. It squelches as you slide in easily and he hums out in keen want.

You hold onto his cheeks, squeezing as you thrust your hips forward gently, sliding the dildo in with ease as he’s open and relaxed; nice and deep, and his groans shake the walls.

His hand comes over his mouth as though he’s in shock at the noises he just made.

“Let it out, baby.” You say. “I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Javi.”

“Mmm-mmm-mmm-fuck-fuck!” He faceplants into the pillow, back arching in a way you’ve never seen him flex before.

You see him push back, chasing your cock as you withdraw and plunge in.

“You can’t get enough, can you?” You snicker.

He doesn’t answer, but you know that he wants more; know that he’s close to breaking point again as you fuck him harder. The slick pops of the dildo in and out of his ass fill your ears alongside his moans and growls.

He takes you well, takes you that bit harder as you fuck with determined resilience, your hips snapping into him now.

You’ll know he’ll stop you if it’s too much, you remind him to, but the way he’s growling and panting tells you he never wants you to stop.

“Querida, don’t… I… shit. Fuck!” He pants. “I can’t believe you’re fucking inside me, no puedo creerlo.”

Javi whines, long and low as you grind a little more frantically now, fuck him deeper as he twists at the sheets, grinds on his teeth until they’re worn down to flat stumps in his gums.

“Come for me, Javier.” You press.

His cock still hasn’t fully recovered yet, still half hard, but it doesn’t matter, another creamy load starts to leak from it as you grind up agaisnt that sweet spot inside him, spurting thick globs across the sheets below him.

And he can’t quite believe it.

“There we go.” You praise as you watch Javi shatter into pieces for the second time.

You lean over him, kissing his clammy back gently. "You okay?" You whisper in his ear.

He nods, turning to catch your lips on his his. You pull out of him slowly and gently, discarding the strap-on across the messed up bed and nuzzle into him as he collapses on his back.

He welcomes you in with open, trembling arms, sticky with sweat and come. You feel it smear across your stomach as you get comfy, gluing yourself to him.

“Fuck,” Javi whimpers into your hairline, a shaky kiss pasted there.

“How do you feel?” You ask, fingers stroking over his cut jaw.

He sighs out. “Like... I need about fifty cigarettes.” Javi chuckles, his chest rumbling under you. "Shit."

"You liked it?"

"Si, very much so." He squeezes you in his arms.

“So, do you still hate birthdays?” You query with a smirk after a few minutes of listening to his heartbeat regain its regular pace.

The heat in the room is still stifling and you stick further to him.

Javi chuckles, shaking his head with some slack wonderment. “Sin comentarios.”

“I’ll take that as a no,” you confirm with a grin, nuzzling into him. “Feliz cumpleaños, Javi.”

"Gracias, querida."

JAVI SPANISH:

Si, cariño - Yes, baby/darling

Vamos a casa - Let's go home

Feliz Cumpleaños - Happy Birthday

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?

Ojos en el camino, señor - Keep your eyes on the road, sir

No te arrepentirás lo prometo - You won't regret it, I promise

Querida - Dear/baby/darling

Sabes que lo hago - You know I do

Mierda - Shit

Ven aquí - Come here

Estas listo? - Are you ready?

No, no pares - No, don't stop

Bésame - Kiss me

Si, así, que bien se siente - Yes, it feels so good

No puedo creer lo bien que se siente - I can't believe how good it feels

No te detengas - Don't stop

Que? - What?

No puedo creerlo - I can't believe it

Sin comentarios - No comment

Gracias, querida - Thank you, darling

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wileys-russo · 8 months

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you NEED to write something about one of these

https://www.thesun.co.uk/sport/24371723/arsenal-england-leah-williamson-alex-scott-red-carpet/amp/

+ the gucci exhibition outfit

we are getting fed🧎🏼‍♀️

heels II l.williamson

"how's your thesis going then pretty girl?" arms wrapped around you as leah rested her chin atop your head, gently massaging your shoulders as you welcomed the girls slender fingers attacking the knots in your muscles which had been cramped over your laptop all day.

"it’s getting there." you sighed, eyes closing as your head slumped back a little in relief. "do you have time to help me with my makeup please?" the blonde asked hopefully, kissing your cheeky sweetly as you nodded.

"of course baby. now?" you offered looking up at her with a smile. "yes please, thank you." she mumbled against your lips as she kissed you, stealing the breath from your lungs before pulling away and offering her hand.

helping you up you followed her to the bathroom where she'd already laid everything out. "i tried to make it easier." leah gestured as you smiled, pecking her lips and gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the bath.

"what are you wearing?" you asked curiously, her hands resting on your hips as you stood between her legs, starting to do her base. "you'll see later. but its black!" she smiled, eyes closed as you frowned but hummed, knowing the woman was far too stubborn to give in if you'd bothered to try and get it out of her.

"i got cleared to wear heels again today." leah grinned once you'd finished her base, tapping her shoulders as you rifled through your makeup trying to work out what you wanted to do for her eyes.

"every little change is one step closer to being back on the pitch. i am so proud of you lee." you smiled, your eyes shone with pride as you rewarded her with a kiss, your girlfriend mumbling how grateful she was for your support.

"so you said black. what do you want for your eyes then babe? are you taking a statement bag or a clutch or anything?" you asked, hands on hips as you surveyed her. "mm something light? you know what i like." the blonde shrugged and you nodded, grabbing what you wanted as she closed her eyes again.

"all done." you stole a kiss once you'd finished as her blue eyes fluttered open. "you look gorgeous. i'll leave you to get ready, did you want anything to eat before you go? or leave you something leftover for later?" you questioned as the older girl stood.

"you look gorgeous. but no that's alright love, they'll feed me there and i'm not sure when i'll be home." she smiled apologetically as you nodded in understanding, not the biggest lover of social events you never minded a night in on your own, understanding from the get go that they were a key part of leahs job.

your relationship with the english captain wasn't a secret but it was private, and so you accompanied her to the occasional event at her request but mostly you were happy to support her from afar, comforted in knowing that it was your bed she always returned to afterwards anyway.

it was around an hour later when leah emerged again, smiling in amusement watching your body sway to and fro to the music gently floating around the kitchen as you cooked. your back facing her you hadn't noticed her presence yet.

"mmm dinner and a show? i'm almost tempted not to leave." leah joked, eyes fixated on your behind in a pair of very short shorts, her hoodie adoring your top half as you jumped, caught off guard at her voice as you spun around clutching your chest in surprise.

but nothing compared to the surprise felt as you took your girlfriend in, fixated on what she was wearing, or more specifically what she wasn't wearing.

"jesus fucking christ leah." you breathed out quietly, jaw hanging slack as the defender smirked, your reaction all she'd been hoping for and more. "do we like?" she cocked an eyebrow toward you as you nodded wordlessly.

the tiny black skirt had a small arch up the side, showing off her incredibly tanned thigh, the short length only highlighting the blondes gorgeously long legs.

her top, if you could even call it that, resembled more that of a bikini as it clung to her chest, barely covering her breasts.

her toned abs were out on full display which practically left you drooling, your head a fuzzy mess as you'd become accustomed to her leaning more into her masculinity when dressing.

but tonight gone were the tailored suits, dress shoes, button ups and jorts. she was a picture of feminine ethereal radiance and your entire body was screaming for her. a million and one thoughts raced through your mind as leah slowly advanced toward you, heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"you look so very cute when you're flustered baby." she purred, hands flat against the counter, arms either side of you trapping you between her scantily clad body and the counter.

her lips ghosted yours teasingly, warm breath fanning your face. you almost moaned as you craned your neck up to kiss her and she pulled her head back with an infuriatingly sexy smirk.

normally a good head taller than you on an average day, in her heels leah towered over you, her hand grabbing your chin as her thumb stroked your jaw, her rings cold against your skin.

"be a good girl and wait up for me baby, i'll see you when i get home." she whispered, leaning in as if to kiss you, lips instead pressing to your forehead fondly.

"are you seriously going to call me a good girl dressed like that and leave without even giving me a proper kiss?" you managed out in disbelief, slumping against the counter as she backed off.

"mm, have a nice night darling." she blew you a kiss and just like that her heels clacked away and you heard the front door close before you could even breathe, feet rooted firmly to the floor.

some days you were convinced she would be the death of you.

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #leah williamson #woso blurbs #engwnt #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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mentalhomosexual · 1 year

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Fingers

hyunjin posted this picture and I just had to be a dirty slut about his hands like look at those beautiful necklaces 😍😍

story: You just want hyunjin's fingers in you. doesn't matter how you just want them.

"baby can I have your fingers tonight~?"

you beg, sitting perfectly in his lap, making sure to give him your iconic puppy eyes he can never say no to. he's been denying you all day from the moment he noticed how fixated you were on his hands today...specifically his fingers

he took this as an opportunity to tease you as a way to get back at you for teasing him the other day. but what he's doing is far more cruel.

"You really want my fingers that bad, huh?"

you hate feeding his ego but in this moment all you care about is getting what you want, so you nod still giving him pleading eyes as he brings his index finger to your lips and you instantly know what he's hinting at, you open your mouth and he slips his finger in, you suck desperately on his finger while holding eye contact, hoping he'll eventually give in to your pleas

"please~ I promise we can do whatever you want after just pleaseee"

You kiss all around his hand, his plam, his knuckles, his wrist, his fingers, letting litte whines escape here and there as you grind down on his lap, Hyunjin smirks in satisfactory

"Okay baby, I'll give you what you want~"

your face immediately lights up and you begin to undress, you pull your shirt over your head and start to unbutton hyunjin's shirt as he watches you with the most lust filled eyes. he loves how eager you get just from him existing

once you've got both of your shirts off hyunjin scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom, the way there feels like hours as you can't contain your excitement.

he softly lays you on the bed, quickly hovering over you, he drags his fingers all over your body, enjoying the way you jolt when he reaches somewhere sensitive. he eventually takes the rest of your clothes off as well as his.

You breathing is all that can be heard and it slightly embarrassed you how you were so on edge and nothing happened yet, that's just his effect on you, and you love it.

"Relax baby, I've got you"

you nod as a shakey sigh leaves your lips. you watch as he slips to fingers in his mouth to wetten them while his other hand gently spread your legs. he drags his spit covered fingers to your desperate clit and rubs them up and down through your folds. you whine and thrust upwards as you want more but hyunjin just loves to tease you.

"you're so wet baby, all this for my fingers?"

you nod huffing out quick breathes as his finger tips tease your entrance

"my dirty little baby"

he giggles as he slips two fingers in causing you to grip the sheets a little. he thrust them in and out at a steady pace, studying your facial expressions.

"more~ more pleasee"

you huff out as you roll your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers. he just smirks at your request, spitting on your pussy and adding another finger

"are you enjoying this baby?~"

oh you were. a lot. you knew he was teasing you but you couldn't care less. you let out a drown out yes as you continue to move your hips. and that's when that feeling came.. that warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach

"baby i'm so close~ please go faster"

and surprisingly he listened. he quickened his pace and you couldn't help but wrap your legs around hyunjin waist. his fingers felt even better than you had imagined.

you close your eyes and choke out a strained moan as you cum all over his fingers. once you open your eyes you see hyunjin's devilish smirk, he lowers himself to slowly kiss you then he whispers in your ear

"it's my turn now baby"

you forgot you had promised him he could do whatever he wants afterwards...

#prayforynslegs #straykids scenarios #stray kids smut #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin smut #straykids smut #this is so bad #hwang hyunjin #hand kink #Ilovehyunjin

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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~Lazy Jellyfish Writings~

Welcome

REMINDER: UNDER 18 DNI AS MOST OF MY WORK IS NSFW. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARISE/TRANSLATE/FEED INTO AI ANY OF MY WORK(S). REBLOGS/RECOMMENDING MY WORK IS MUCH APPRECIATED. REPOSTING TO ANOTHER SITE OR ADDING TO A FIC LIST IS OKAY AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME PROPERLY!! 😄 IF YOU GET INSPIRED BY SOMETHING OF MINE PRETTY PLEASE TAG ME IN IT BECAUSE I'D LOVE TO SEE IT.

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Hello! I'm Jelly! Jellyfish, JJ, any variation of those also welcomed🪼♎🇹🇴 I like to write for fun and started this blog in Nov '23 thanks to my Miguel O'Hara (ATSV) fixation. I also write for Peter B. and Ben Reilly, though not as often. Just starting to write for Nanami Kento(JJK).

I love to gush/talk about Miguel and I mainly write for him at the moment and for the unforeseeable future 🤧. I'm happy to become moots and love to support fellow writers. I do get delulu on here and sometimes yap about self ship thoughts. 😁Requests are closed but on the rare occasion I open them I take fluffy ideas only, which I can sometimes make suggestive but that is solely my discretion.

I am also on AO3 and Instagram under the same user: lazyjellyfish300. 🪼

Masterlist below the cut:

Most of my reader POVS are fem or AFAB, sorry. Since I am a cis female that is the pov I feel I can write the most accurately. I try to exclude reader's appearance as much as possible except clothing. I describe curvy body parts. You might have superficial things like tattoos or piercings once in a while but that's it. I try to do gender neutral every once in a while where I can.) My rating system is my humble opinion & might not be totally correct, read at your own risk.

Updated as of: 6/7/24

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🌶️-suggestive 🌶️🌶️-moderate smut

🌶️🌶️🌶️-very smutty 💖-fluff 💔-angst 🔥-slow burn/smut doesn't happen right away

Miguel O'Hara(Reader x Miguel)

-DD series🌶️🌶️🌶️🔥💔💖 (ongoing-9 chapters/11-links for the chapters will be in each post, Miguel is your Uber Driver with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic) DD series art I have commissioned from the artist @/ejpuki on insta

-As you slept 🌶️💔💖(Twilight AU with Miguel Cullen. He visits you while you sleep, TW: STALKERISH)

-Have I found You?- 💔💖Twilight AU Miguel Cullen, inspired by ending prom scene of the first Twilight movie

-In Between the Bookshelves-💖🔥🌶️🌶️🌶️ Librarian!Miguel AU, a trip to the library has a spicy conclusion

-In a Vial around your pretty little neck 🌶️🌶️💖(you & Miguel wear vials of each other's blood)

-The Stuffed Rabbit- 🌶️💖you go to Build-A-Bear and plan a Valentine's Day surprise for Miguel(same universe as in a vial around your pretty little neck)

-With New Eyes, Every Time-🌶️💖 with Miguel about your date to the aquarium, inspired by one of my moots.

-A Boardwalk Date-💖💔 a boardwalk date with Miguel in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.

-Books and Puzzles -🌶️💖 Bookstore, coffee and puzzle building date with Miguel

-Miguel Parenting Headcanons🌶️💖 (two parts which are linked in the post)

-Mom and Dad are Fighting on Christmas🌶️🌶️💔💖 (Jerry Maguire inspired, angsty piece with Miguel) also a Valentines spinoff: Mom and Dad are Fighting on Valentine's Day 🌶️🌶️💔💖

-Mom and Dad are Getting Along-quick blurb as an ending to the other two mom and Dad are fighting pieces, on a quiet Mother's Day morning 🌶️💖

-Mom and Dad are having a Family Movie Night-request, fluffy blurb🌶️💖

-Blurred Lines -🌶️🌶️💔💖, (2 parts)you become his fwb reluctantly in hopes he'll eventually fall in love with you too, but it's not that simple.

-Relationship Weight🌶️🌶️💖soft Miguel reassuring insecure reader

-Bedtime Giggles- 💖short fluffy blurb with Mig

-Breakfast for dinner 💖🌶️-short fluffy blurb with Mig

-What's Mine is Yours 💖-fluffy blurb, Miguel starts to love everything you love as his partner

-An Easter Proposal(s)-💖🌶️ 3 short separate stories about getting engaged to Miguel on Easter, based off 3 different rings to choose from.

-Fortune Cookies💖-fluffy blurb with Mig sharing takeout & fortune cookies

-A Box of Chocolates💖🌶️-trip to the choclatier on your birthday with your boyfriend Miguel

-I'm Here -💖🌶️fluffy blurb with Mig, helping you with your back pain, inspired by another Tumblr user.

-Fell in Love with You in Stages- fluffy blurb where Miguel takes care of you, his friend and crush he's had for a while when you break your ankle-request💖🌶️

-I know -short fluffy blurb. Miguel agonizes about telling you he's Spider-Man. But you already know. 💖💔

-I hate you. You hate me. (Right?)- you're called the Black Cat assassin and your next victim is Miguel, short fluffy slight angst one shot. 💖💔

-Stood Up- short fluffy angsty request, you and your boss Miguel have secret crushes on each other. You get stood up on a date and he's there to comfort you. 💖💔🌶️

-Miguel loves your tattoos- drabble in outline format💖🌶️

-A Day Off At Miguel's💖 -longer fluffy blurb where your boyfriend cheats & Miguel's there to cheer you up.

-Gentleman 💖🌶️🌶️🌶️💔🔥 -chapters 4/?-mini series where you're a broke college student intern at Alchemax and Miguel becomes your sugar daddy

-Long Distance 🌶️🌶️🌶️-naughty dialogue on the phone with him

-Silent - 🌶️🌶️💖 smutty short blurb exploring Miguel's quiet side in the bedroom

-Can we always be this close? -fluffy angsty drabble about slow dancing 💖💔

-Love Across Dimensions💖💔-fluffy angsty headcanon outline of your relationship. A spinoff from Long Distance. Along with smutty pt 2.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖💔

-Still and All -angsty, heavier piece(lots of TW in description). You have a lifelong STI and you need to tell Miguel when you start dating him. 🌶️🌶️💔💖🔥

-The Woman He Didn't Choose - series ongoing 7 chapters/?-angsty Bachelor AU where you made the final two but he chose the other woman. 🌶️🌶️💔🔥

-A Night in a Hotel Room with Miguel and Nanami-🌶️🌶️🌶️💖 Threesome crossover fic featuring Nanami Kento from JJK.

-Traitor- angsty blurb about your breakup with Miguel inspired by some break up songs🌶️🌶️💔

-Just A Little Carried Away -NSFW Mig blurb 🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Mirror-NSFW Husband!Miguel short blurb 💖🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Hot Tub with a View-Husband Miguel!drabble about doing the nasty in a hot tub on vacay 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Camping with Miguel-camping trip that turns into more than just friends. 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Possessive Miguel drabbles-links to both in this post. One is SFW the other is NSFW but more suggestive & no smut 💖🌶️

-Praise and a HJ-getting Miguel off while you praise him drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Hand holding during sex-short NSFW Miguel thought🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Calling him Daddy-smutty blurb 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Miguel's shoulders in the dark NSFW drabble 🌶️🌶️

-Intimacy with Miguel NSFW drabble 🌶️🌶️

-Miguel's obsessed with your legs drabble-NSFW headcanon format 🌶️🌶️💖

-Intertwining Souls with Miguel O'Hara-cuddling naked with him blurb🌶️💖

-Titty Massage-Miguel holds your tits when stressed drabble🌶️🌶️💖

-Tell Me-hopeless romantic NSFW Miguel blurb where you tell him how much you love him during intimacy 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-In Your Name-NSFW Villain! Miguel drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Apology-drabble, rainy, middle of the night makeup sex 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-One Cabin-🌶️🌶️💖(3 blurbs linked in the post) with Miguel playing on the one bed trope. Instead what if you had to share a cabin with him on a mission?

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Peter B. Parker x Reader

-DBF!Peter B. Parker comes to dinner -your dad's new friend from work comes over for dinner one evening with a spicy conclusion.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Down Bad-short blurbs where you're a stripper and he takes you home-2 parts linked in the post 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Eating You Out on Your Honeymoon -short NSFW blurb🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

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Ben Reilly x Reader

Dating Headcanons-gn!reader x Ben 🌶️💖

Traitor epilogue- Spider-Woman Reader x Ben 🌶️💖💔 this fic is technically a pairing with Miguel, however the epilogue has a happy ending with Ben after your breakup. 🫶🏽

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Nanami Kento x Reader

-A Night in a Hotel Room with Miguel and Nanami-🌶️🌶️🌶️💖 Threesome crossover fic between ATSV Miguel and Nanami. Miguel is your boyfriend and he decides to share you for a night.

-Nanami can't help but leave kisses on your body-fluffy suggestive blurb 💖🌶️

-Nanami doesn't say I Love You-🌶️🌶️💖 about Nanami's expressions of love he says besides I love you blurb

-Making out and car sex -quick blurb 🌶️🌶️💖

-Calling him daddy-drabble 🌶️🌶️💖

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Carlisle Cullen

Random Headcanons 🌶️💖 (not reader pov)

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Gallery (art I've commissioned from artists to accompany my fics/just for fun)

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 1 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 3 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

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inkdrinkerworld · 6 months

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hii for your holiday celebration can i request Cranberry and Peppermint Honey cake with autistic!reader and remus please <33

Ft autistic!reader who is hyper fixated on turtles and Remus who’s set on feeding every hyper fixation you could ever have

“Remmy, did you know there’s over one hundred and fifty species of turtle?” You’re sat on your shins, socked feet under you as you show Remus a sketch of a turtle in your book.

“Didn’t know that dovey,” he’s right beside you, reading through his book as the fireplace crackles. “Are a lot of them domesticated or wild?”

You smile, only Remus indulges you like this. “Um, some are domesticated but they’re mostly wild. A lot of them get too big to be kept in homes and they’re mostly salt water turtles too.”

Remus hums, “What made you fixated on the turtles, my love?”

He’s almost ninety nine percent sure that there’s a legitimate reason, but the one percentage that isn’t sure is betting that it’s just an obscure thought that you fixated on.

“I saw a stuffed one in the shops yesterday and it just stuck,” you shrug and Remus chuckles.

“Was it soft?” He asks, and if you were a little more distracted you’d answer, ‘yes’ immediately, but you’re not.

“I don’t need another stuffy Remus.” He closes the book and turns to you.

“Never said anything about need,” Remus knows exactly what he’s doing to you when he dips his chin and holds your eyes for a little and then lays his head in your lap. “Was it soft? Like the ones you like?”

His voice is soft, delicate as he listens to the sound of your charcoal pencil scratch on the paper.

“It was,” he smiles, reaching for the hem of your shirt and playing with it. He knows there’s more to be said. “It was a green sea turtle with little scutes by his eyes.”

You realize your mistake when Remus chuckles. “His? You’re adorable, dove.”

You shut your book and set it beside Remus’ as you grumble, “You always do this. You’re gonna get it aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna get him. What do you think you’ll name him?”

#remuslupin #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fic #remus lupin #remus lupin x black!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x yn #tism🤝#remus lupin x y/n

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starrylevi · 5 months

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Can you do more Levi and chunky baby.

Of course!!! ☺️ Okay so this kind of got away from me. I had trouble figuring out how to end it so if the ending seems abrupt I apologize 😅

🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣

“This little sucker’s got some weight on them.” Hange teases with a smile as she pokes the baby’s cheek.

“Sounds like you’re just weak.” Levi retorts. “Give me my child.”

Hange rolls their eyes at him. “I never said it was a bad thing, Levi.”

Levi stares at Hange for a few seconds before he relents.

“Your dad’s so easy to anger.” Hange speaks in a childlike voice to the baby. “Good luck, kid.”

“Certain people are quick to anger me.” Levi corrects them as he throws a glare their way.

Hange’s eyes light up when you walk into the room. “Ah, y/n, could you please tell your husband to lighten up?” They request as they walk over to you, your baby babbling on their hip.

You quickly look at Levi who rolls his eyes and you shake your head with a chuckle. “What did you do this time, Hange?”

“I just said your baby’s got some nice weight on them.” Hange says with a smile before looking back at the baby. “Don’t cha, ya little plum.”

You sigh with a smile, knowing your baby’s weight is a touchy subject for Levi. “I’m sure you didn’t mean in a bad way.”

Hange looks back at your husband as if to say ‘See, Levi?’

“However, you should be careful about what you say around him. I won’t be liable for any injuries.” You tell Hange with a smirk as they pass you the child.

“You gotta tell your auncle to be careful with their words or daddy will hurt them.” You take them into your arms, kissing them on the cheek, emitting a happy babble from them. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Hange says mockingly, making you giggle, before they walk out of the room.

You walk over to Levi whose eyes soften as you get closer. “Hi.” You greet him softly before you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey.” Levi sighs as he gently pulls you in by the waist for another kiss, minding the baby. “And hello to you too.” He gives them a gentle kiss on their forehead.

“I was thinking of taking a shower. Do you mind?” You ask him.

“Of course not, give ‘em here.”

After you leave the room, Levi puts down a clean baby blanket on the floor before he sets a colorful inflatable water mat right in front of it.

“Alright kid, it’s tummy time.” He places the baby down on their stomach with their upper half directly on top of the mat.

He watches as the baby becomes fixated on the squishy fish and ducks floating around in the mat. Their chubby hands try to grab at the fish while they try to hold themselves up. “There you go.” Levi says under his breath. The baby doesn’t typically like tummy time so you and Levi tried to think of different ideas to make it more stimulating for them. This inflatable mat is what you two decided on.

They seemed to be entertained for a few minutes before he sees their little body slowly roll themselves over so that they’re on their side. “Where do you think you’re going, hm?” Levi gently grabs the one chubby hand in the air and brings it back down so that they’re upright on their stomach again. The same thing happens a few more times. “Now you’re just being a little shit, huh.” He watches as the baby rolls over for the last time on their back. “Wonder where you got your stubbornness from.” He mutters to himself as he picks up the little chunk. The baby babbles and taps his cheeks with their little hands. “I’m sure that was fun for you, wasn’t it?” He asks them, earning a babble from them as a response. “Yeah, I bet…”

Levi grabs one of the baby snacks on the dresser before sitting down on the rocking chair you begged him to get, baby on his lap. “What am I gonna do with you?” He shakes his head as he opens the bag and feeds the baby a snack. “Should we just leave you somewhere?” Levi asks thoughtfully. As the baby chews on the snack, they look up at their father, their big sliver eyes mirroring his. The way they’re looking up makes it seem like they understood what Levi said. “No you don’t like that idea?” The baby continues to stare at him, making Levi let out a chuckle before he feeds them another snack. “Love you bud.”

#sorry about the ending #I don’t know what happened #smh #i’m so obsessed #I feel like I need to work on how Levi talks to the baby #does it seem ooc? I’m so anxious about it I don’t know if I’m doing it right 😭#levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi drabble #dadvi #dad!levi #manda writes

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thebibliosphere · 10 months

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It's been well over a decade since I've touched any of the media, but I can feel my hyperfixation careening back into the Batfam fandom.

All of it.

I was awake at 4am this morning reading Batman comics from 1939, and my little gremlin brain, high on the endorphins of this fixation, is like, "What if, now hear me out, what if we just read ALL of them."

Like brain, I don't know how to tell you this, but there is just under a hundred years worth of content. We can't. We, no, stop. Please, no, I have a family, I have a Mop to feed! Please, we, we... ah. Fuck.

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Mousse and Curls

Word Count: 735

Content Warnings: Short makeout sesh, fluff

A/N: i really just wrote this to feed into my fixation on Spencer’s curls (chooses a gif with no curls)

You spritzed perfume around your neck, cherry vanilla. You placed it back down on the table, nearly forgetting to cap it before running towards the front door of your apartment and taking a quick glance in the mirror hanging on the wall. You were glowing, your eyebrows slim and tamed, your skin shining, and your lips glossy, cherry red.

You heard another knock at the door as you fixed the placement of a loose hair quickly, just to find another loose strand. You sighed.

“Um, just come in Spence.” You yelled before hearing the door knob jiggle. Spencer had a key to your apartment, but he always liked to knock and be greeted by you at the door, usually in a beautiful frantic mess.

But tonight you were too focused on looking perfect for dinner. You were invited over to Rossi’s for a fancy Christmas dinner. You wore Spencer’s favorite body-fitting bombshell red dress. He told you it was his favorite but what he didn’t tell you was that when you were in it, he couldn’t control his mind, or his dick.

Looking in the mirror, you saw Spencer come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. He rested his soft, stubbled chin against your bare shoulder, only a thin red strap covering it, and hummed lightly against you.

“Spence,” You whispered, more involuntarily, while bringing your hand up to scratch his head. You turned him around as soon as you identified a tricky spot to run your fingers through. “Come here.” You said, running to your small kitchenette and dragging him with you.

On the counter was a basket of hair products that you rifled through, pulling a small black bottle of mousse and a another bottle of hair oil. You rubbed the mousse in your hands then reached towards Spencer. He quickly cocked his head away from you, looking at the foamy substance on your hands.

“Can I smell it first, please?” He asked gently. Sometimes you forgot he was sensitive to strong smells, even if they were smells he liked. The last thing you wanted to do was overstimulate him before a big dinner.

“Oh of course, I’m sorry my love.” You kissed his forehead gently, then brought your hands up to his nose. He closed his eyes, drawing in one long sniff, then decidedly nodded at you. “Am I good to go?” He nodded once more before you ran the cold, fluffy mousse through his curls, finger-combing it through his hair. Once it absorbed you scrunched his hair up and down in your hands.

“Can we skip the oil?” He asked, looking at the bottle menacingly.

You smiled at his cute distaste, “Yes, we’ll be late anyway.”

Without notice, Spencer grabbed your face and kissed you passionately, sneakily moving his hands to your hips, then to your ass to squeeze it lightly as he kissed you. You hummed into his lips, feeling his tongue rough and wet against yours.

“Soft.” You found a moment to whisper as you pulled at his hair.

You nearly walked him over to the couch before a ringing hit both of your ears: your stupid alarm clock.

You pulled away from Spencer to touch your phone. “What are you doing?” Spencer asked, watching you hit snooze.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered, tugging at his just fixed curls. He tried to pull away as quick as possible, knowing if he continued for even a second longer he wouldn’t be able to stop.

He panted, staring into your eyes. You always left him breathless. “Let’s go to Rossi’s and eat some, okay?”

You frowned at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him with puppy eyes. “Why?” You moaned.

Spencer laughed, planting a small kiss on your forehead. “Cause,” He let his hands rest on your hips, then give them a small squeeze, “You’ll need those calories for tonight.”

You giggled into Spencer’s chest, letting him lean over to grab your purse. “For you, my love.” You took it from him gratefully.

On your way to the door, Spencer stopped in front of your hallway mirror, adjusting his hair.

You quickly caught up to Spencer, watching him strategically place his curls. “Don’t bother, I’ll just mess it up again later tonight.”

You commented wittily,, earning you a big uncontainable smile from Spencer as you both walked out the door.

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