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exhaslo · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 11- Miguel x Reader (Size Kink)

Everyone knows that Miguel was a hard working individual. He did his absolute best to keep everything up and running. As the leader of the Spider Society, Miguel did so much. Almost so that it felt like he never really took care of himself. Miguel always looked exhausted and frustrated. The stress was eating him alive. It was not hard to see why.

You had wiggled yourself into his life by chance. It took a lot of work, but Miguel opened up to you and started a relationship. You were always there to ease his stress. To calm him down with just a simple hug. Sometimes, you wished for more. You felt like Miguel was afraid of having sex with you. Like he needed to hold himself back. You knew that it was not healthy for him. Hopefully, today you could finally help him break out of that mold.

You and Miguel had been dating for about three months. You were a smart cookie and figured out that he was Spiderman. The embarrassment on his face when you confronted him was so cute. Hopefully, you will get a new kind of embarrassed face today. You were finally going to try and get Miguel to let loose. You were going to treat Miguel and give him the best sex of his life...and yours. This was a first for you, but it has been long enough.

"Hey, Miggy!" You chirped as he entered your apartment. You embraced him with a kiss, "I made dinner, why don't you wash up first?" You offered.

Miguel replied with a soft grunt, wanting to hold you a bit longer. It made you happy every time since he lifted you off your feet, literally. Miguel was huge. You felt so small beside him. You knew it was cliché, but you loved making jokes about his height. Asking about the weather, letting him know that ladders don't exist for him, all the dumb things. Miguel let you since he loved how happy it made you. You hummed happily as you prepped a big portion for Miguel. He was a big boy and worked hard, he needed to eat a lot.

"Huele bien, cariño. ¿Cuál es la ocasión? (Smells good, sweetheart. What's the occasion?)" Miguel asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You shivered at his breathe against the back of your neck,

"Just wanted to treat you. You need a break," You replied, feeling his wet hair drip against your shoulder, "Sit and eat. I'll dry your hair,"

"Se supone que debo tratarte como a una princesa y no al revés. (I'm supposed to treat you like a princess, not the other way around.)" He said with a chuckle.

You felt your heart skip a beat as he laughed. Why did he have to be so charming? Hiding your face in a fresh towel, you stole glances of your boyfriend. Miguel always treated you right, now you had to return the favor. You took a moment to stare at his broad back. Oh how his shirt defined his muscles. Wiping the drool from your mouth, you wrapped the towel around his head and proceeded to dry him off. You can have your fantasies later.

"How's the food?"

"Delicious as always." Miguel gave his thanks.

He looked up at you, wanting a kiss, to which you gave him. You removed the towel, watching as Miguel took his empty plate to the sink. His butt so perfect in those sweatpants. Oh, tonight was defiantly going to be for Miguel...but also for you. Watching your boyfriend return to the couch, you hopped over and landed on his lap. Your legs spread over his legs, attempting to trap him in place while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Miguel, I'm going to treat you well tonight, okay?" You seemed hesitant now, worried for your performance. Miguel held your hips,

"Are you sure?"

You pressed your crotch against his, grinding your hips through the fabric, "I'm sure." You replied, feeling his bulge already rising. Miguel lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom,

"Sólo voy a advertirte que tengo esta pequeña cosa. (Just going to warn you, I do have this one little thing.)" He warned, towering over you on the bed.

"Nothing about you is little," You teased.

Miguel grumbled lowly. He wanted to warn you, but it might be best for you to find out. You watched as Miguel took his clothes off, following suit. This was the first time you were going to see him naked and visa versa. Your eyes almost boggled out of your head as you saw his cock. He was covering his face with his hand. You could have sworn he was hiding a chuckle. Miguel was totally laughing at you for staring at his monster of a cock.

"Little my ass," You teased once more, approaching him.

Miguel watched you with a gleam in his eyes. Yes, you were little compared to him. He had been itching to fucking your tiny pussy with his large cock. To hear you cry from overstimulation as he stuffed you full. There was a part of him that wanted to break you, but he loved you too much. Miguel was worried that his cock was not going to fit, that he might hurt you. He hadn't even prepped you yet. Miguel let out a soft groan as your tongue licked his shaft. Your soft lips on his tip,

"Cuidado, cariño, no te hagas daño. (Careful, baby, don't hurt yourself.) He groaned.

You glanced up at Miguel, your tongue swirling against his tip. You were going to treat him. Miguel was too kind to you. Honestly, you had every right to be worried. His dick was larger than your biggest dildo. Just the thought of him ripping you in half was making you soak. Placing your lips against his cock again, you did a soft sucking motion. Miguel's groans were making your body tremble. Who knew he could make such noises?

You had to balance yourself and hold onto Miguel as you sucked him. Your other hand fingering yourself. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes as you tried to take him deeper. His dick was already hitting the back of your throat and you were only half way. You moan as Miguel placed his hand on your head, gently moving you.

"Joder, eso es correcto. Chúpame la polla con esa boquita sucia tuya. (Fuck, that's right. Suck my cock with that dirty little mouth of yours.)" He moaned lowly, sending shivers down you spine, "Mírate siendo una buena chica para mí. ¿Estás disfrutando de mi polla en esa boquita tuya? (Look at you being such a good girl for me. Are you enjoying my cock in that little mouth of yours?)"

So this was his little issue. Miguel was such a dirty talker, but it made you even more horny. You gasped as Miguel removed you from his dick. The look in his eyes was fierce. Lust nearly consuming him as his pupils dilated. He tossed you on the bed, hovering over you. He took your lips in a rough kiss, his fingers removing yours. You whined in response, but Miguel quickly turned those into moans as he entered one finger. He took your hand in his mouth, licking your juices off your fingers.

"Hah....hah....Mig...Miguel...I'm..." You grinded your hips against his hand, feeling your orgasm arriving. Miguel smirked as he pumped his finger, curling it to draw your orgasm out,

"Impresionante, ¿mi dulce ángel tiene problemas para tomar mi dedo? Tengo que prepararte para la comida principal. Voy a estirar tu bonito coño con mi polla, cariño. (Awe, is my sweet angel having trouble taking my finger? Gotta get you prepared for the main meal. I'm going to stretch your pretty pussy with my dick, sweetheart.)"

Those words alone made you cum. Miguel's pupils were blown as he watched you drench his hand. He chuckled as he watched your face twist with pleasure as he added another finger. Your moans getting louder as you opened your legs wider. Miguel inhaled at the sounds you were making. Your little cries, your sexy moans and of course your throbbing pussy squishing at his fingers. Oh, you were going to look so pretty taking his cock in full.

"You're doing so good, baby. Cum again for me. Doing so, so good." He whispered in your ear, curling his fingers right at that sweet spot.

You arched your back once more, crying out his name as he drew another orgasm out of you. So much for treating him. Trying to catch your breathe since you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, you gasped at Miguel. He towered over you once more, cock in hand. You had to admit that you were scared, but also excited. Watching Miguel pump his cock with his own hand made you spread your legs out for him.

"Let me know if it hurts," There was your loving boyfriend poking out of his lustful state.

You could only nod. Miguel positioned himself and started to poke his tip inside you. You gripped the bedsheets below you. He was so big. His fingers were nothing compared to his cock. Biting your lower lip, you tried your best to not cry out. Miguel wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear as he kept pressing himself into you. Your hips buckled, shaking as Miguel stopped for a moment. He was letting you adjust before continuing his entry.

"Eso es cierto bebe. Eres tan apretado. Sí, lo estás haciendo muy bien. Joder, te sientes tan bien acogiéndome. (That's right, baby. You're so tight. Yes, you're doing so good. Fuck, you feel so good taking me in.)" He groaned.

You whimpered, holding onto him as he stopped. He kissed all over your face before looking down at you. You could see the sparkles in his eyes as he watched his dick almost completely engulfed by you. You felt it too. He was hitting you so deep that you were seeing stars. The pain was subsiding and all you wanted was for Miguel to start moving. Your fear had disappeared as you tried to buckle your hips. Miguel gripped your hips,

"Look at how good you're doing," Miguel grunted as he pulled out before slamming inside you.

You nearly yelled out a moan as you felt him hit you deeper than he just was. Your breathing grew heavy as your vision started to blur. With each rough thrust, you felt Miguel getting deeper and deeper. You heard him grunt, complaining about him being almost fully inside you. How good you felt around his cock. How your tight gummy walls were just sucking him in. Everything he was saying was making you explode with pleasure.

"S-Tan cerca. Lo estás haciendo muy bien. Mira, estoy completamente dentro de ti ahora. Joder, qué bien. Envuelto alrededor de mi polla. (S-So close. You're doing so good. Look, I'm fully inside you now. Fuck, so good. Wrapped around my cock.)" Miguel babbled lowly, feeling himself about to burst.

You whimpered another moan, cumming once more. Miguel kept asking for more, watching you break from overstimulation. He licked your tears away, enjoying your blissed out face. The cute lil 'o' you made with your mouth every time he hit your cervix made him hard. Tightening his grip against your hips, Miguel grunted once more,

"Fuck, baby. Bebe, cariño. Déjame ver cómo tu lindo y pequeño coño se llena con mi semen. (Drink up, sweeheart. Let me watch your pretty little pussy fill with my cum.)" He moaned.

You cried out, filling Miguel fill you. The small little bulge your stomach made as he finished filling you made him grunt. As much as he wanted to stay inside you, having you wrapped around his cock, he pulled out. Another groan escaped his lips as he heard a pop from your pussy as he pulled out. His cum dripping out. Miguel picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom,

"Told you it was a small issue," You kissed the top of your head. You muffled a groan, resting your head against his shoulder,

"There is...nothing small about you," You laughed weakly. Miguel stepped into the bathroom with you between his legs,

"Tienes razón, pero hiciste muy bien al acogerme. No puedo esperar a volver a ser tu más alto. (You're right, but you did so good taking me in. I can't wait to tower over you again.)" Miguel nibbled against your ear.

"Easy, big boy. Let me rest first, then next time...I will try and treat you."

"Haha, can't wait."

#kinktober #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman

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pelova4president · 3 months

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Shadows are to protect IV

Victoria Pelova x Putellas!Reader

shadows are to protect I, II, III

summary~ You finally get your happy ending.

So you disappeared. You booked a flight to The Netherlands and didn’t tell anyone. You wanted to see the country Victoria talked about so much. The little cafes and restaurants she visited when she was there.

You built your own little world, a bubble where no one could hurt you and you couldn’t hurt anyone you cared about. You wouldn’t mind living here. Everyone did their own thing and there were dogs and parks everywhere.

De Oranje Leeuwinnen were playing a few days after you had arrived and you couldn’t let the chance of seeing Victoria play in front of her own people slip.

The stadium was absolutely packed. The orange shirts with the names of female players on them and red, white and blue flags on everyone’s cheeks. Even though Spain had won the World Cup there wasn’t this much attention for the Spanish team. It was something you were jealous of.

It’s been days since you disappeared, Alexia hasn’t texted or called you yet and you were grateful for that. She never knows what’s going through your head but if you don’t reach out in a situation like this, she knew she had to leave you be. She’d be there if you wanted to talk and you didn’t really desire that the past few days. But now you did.

In the hopes that she would pick up in the middle of the day you called. You sat in a little bakery somewhere in The Hague and it felt like the right time.

Three rings had gone by before you got someone on the other end of the phone. “Hola hermanita… Hola?” she said. “Ale, you got time?” you asked her. You heard her laugh, “Not really but you know i’ve always got time for my pequeña princesa.” you could imagine the big grin on her face. You groaned at the stupid nickname. She knew you hated it when she called you that.

“Whatever, i’m talking about like at least an hour. I’ve got a lot to tell you.” you said taking a sip from the overpriced latte. “Sí, i’ve got time for you.” she sighed.

She knew you probably had a lot to talk about. Alexia hadn’t really pushed you to talk about it because she knew you weren’t a great talker and if you really wanted to and if she needed to know, you would tell her.

And so you told her everything, about going to Arsenal and how it had been the first few weeks. How it wasn’t your home and how you felt so so lost there. You told her about Alessia, that she had your heart and she broke it just like that. That you didn’t really want to come out of bed the days after and that that was the reason why you visited her when you did. And about Victoria Pelova, the girl that has been nothing but good to you. Alexia laughed at that, she knew you’d get along, that’s why she told you to give the girl a chance.

“I’m in The Netherlands now Ale, i don’t know what to do now.” You sighed into your phone. “Joder hermanita, you already know what to do. I already know you got your ticket to the game. Dile que la amas.” Alexia always knew what to say. Sometimes it was nice to have a big sister that can tell you what to do. “And next time we play against England, just know i’ll get back at Russo.” she deadpanned. And a sister to protect you.

You had texted Victoria good luck before the game. ‘Hey Vicky, i just wanted to let you know i’ll be at your game today. Please listen to the voicemail i’ve left you a few days ago. Ik hou van jou, je kan het.’ you sent her.

Sitting on the third row you got a pretty good views of the game. It wasn’t a really important game or anything and the chance the orange team won was very high so you weren’t that nervous for the brunette.

In the 17th minute Brugts scored from the penalty area and not long after van de Donk scored too. The first half ended in 3-0.

As the players walked to the changing room you looked for Victoria. When you finally found her eyes, hers were already focused on you. Your lips formed an apologetic smile and you waved at her. She gave you a little smile before disappearing into the tunnel.

The second half went even smoother for the home side. Esmee Brugts got her hattrick and Damaris and Roord scored one each. It was the 88th minute when Kerstin Casparij made a dribble forward. She passed two midfielders and made a perfect cross. The white ball landed on Vic’s foot and she volleyed the ball into the corner of the net.

It was just an Euros qualifier but for you it was much more. You knew today was now or never. It was 8-0 but the crowd was just as loud as it was when the first goal was scored.

The game was over and you saw the team do their lap around the field. You loved how involved they were with their fans, especially the kids. Victoria was somewhere at the back, still signing a little girl’s Arsenal shirt when Damaris spotted you and ran towards your section.

You knew the player well. Damaris used to play for Spain but decided to move to the Dutch team and you got why. She was the first one to do something about the Spanish management and you admired her for it. Your ex-teammate climbed over the fences and when she finally got to you she was out of breath. She gave you a hug and greeted you. “Don’t tell Vic i know but she listened to your message before the game. She’s been sad all camp and doesn’t want to listen to anyone. Just wait at our hotel and i’ll get you in.” she told you before sprinting off again.

So now you were waiting on the orange bus full of players to arrive at some fancy hotel in Amsterdam. You looked like a stalker, dressed in all black with Victoria’s black hat and hoodie on.

After fifteen minutes of waiting the Dutch team finally arrived. All the girls walked past, well everyone except for Vic and Dama.

Damaris walked towards you with two bags in her hands, one with 21 on it and the other with number 17. Victoria walked behind her, confused as why she was carrying her bag inside until she saw you.

“Victoria, you better figure this out because i know you want her and she wants you, okay?” she told the girls strictly. The Arsenal player nodded silently and stood still in front of you.

“Did you hear the voicemail i left you?” you asked her. Her eyes weren’t focused on you but on the big neon letters of the hotel. The blue light was shining on her, making it look like she coloured her hair blue.

“Yeah. I got it, so tell me then, what happened?” her eyes traveled to your face. It was hard to read her at the moment.

“When i came into Arsenal i didn’t know anyone and i was scared and tired of being alone. Alessia helped me at that time until she didn’t need me anymore. One evening i found out she had a boyfriend all along. I was having a hard time after that and went to Alexia for a few days when you texted me.” you smiled at the thought of her text, she really did help you. “Alexia told me to give you a chance and i’m happy i did because you mean so much to me. I don’t think i would be playing football anymore if it wasn’t for you. And then Alessia didn’t like that, she kissed me that evening when you saw us but i told her that i didn’t want her. I swear. I only want you. Te amo, Vicky.” you pleaded.

You were still standing before her, you took your hat off and your right hand was in your pocket while your left was fidgeting with the strings of the black hoodie. “Say something, please.” you begged the brunette. Her silence was killing you.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve just let you explain but i didn’t. It’s just that when i heard Alessia talking to you and then kissing you..” Victoria sighed.

“I get it, you shouldn’t say sorry for that. Can we try again, i really want us to work out.” you smiled.

Victoria’s signature smirk appeared on her face and she leaned in for a kiss. “por supuesto cualquier cosa para ti” she grinned into your neck. “You’ve done your Duolingo sí?” you laughed at her.

“I did, just for you. And maybe just a little bit for when i meet your sister, got to make a good impression on La Reina hmm?” she teased.

A/N finally done!!! I don’t even know how this whole series was planned but this is it, happy ending and all

#shadows are to protect #woso fanfics #woso community #engwnt #arsenal wfc #barca femeni #victoria pelova #woso x reader #victoria pelova x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #arsenalwomen #espwnt #nedwnt

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hoe4sports · 2 months

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“Three is perfect, but four is too many”

Jenni Hermoso x Caroline Graham Hansen x child reader

A/N: Pretend that Jenni never left Barça <3 I’m also very nervous because I usually don’t write this kind of imagines.

Jenni had always been so attentive to you. She was always making sure that you were comfortable. That you felt loved. That you knew how she proud she was of you, her little girl. Things hadn’t always been like this. When you were first born, Jenni wasn’t your only mama. You had another mama, but she had left you and Jenni in the middle of the night claiming that having a baby wasn’t for her as her career was on a rise. Jenni promised herself to never let disappoint you like that. She had brought you with her everywhere. To training, to camp, to press conferences. It wasn’t really a problem as someone was always injured, and you were so loved by the team. The same team that had seen red when Jenni brought you in strapped into your car seat and told them what had happened. How could their friend, their teammate leave her child and her fiance? But to Jenni, that didn’t matter. She had promised herself that she was gonna love you enough for two parents. She had made arrangements within the Barcelona team and was allowed to bring you as often as she’d like. You were her pride and joy, and if the team didn’t let her bring you? Then she would find a team that would. No medals could ever compare to the joy you gave her.

“Mami!” You giggled as you bounced up and down in her big bed. Jumping as high as your little 3 year old legs would let you while the bright morning sun shines through the curtains. “Ah, mi princesa! Come here and give mami a hug” she said as she reached out and caught you mid air while hugging your tightly. You loved mami hugs. They were big, strong and safe. Her arms holding around your tiny frame allowing you to feel little. “Si, mami! te amo mucho!” You giggled as she placed kisses all over your face. You loved mami so much. She was the best mami, always letting you sit on her lap, always allowing you to be carried, always stopping if you needed her and always protecting you from bad guys. “I love you most, my favourite girl” she said as she blew raspberries on my cheek causing me to giggle again. You liked how mami always had time for you, always saying how you were the most important girl in the whole work. Even more important than football, and mami loved football a lot.

“pequeña, how about some breakfast no?» mami said as she looked down onto you while stroking your already ridiculously long hair. You had long blonde hair, much like your tummy mommy when she was your age. “Si, si, si!” You said as you jumped out of mami’s embrace and ran towards the door as fast as your tiny feet let you. You were fast for your age, the teams physicians and physios were amazed by your balance. Mami always made sure to practice with you, always doing everything right. She would make little tracks for you to climb, jump and crawl through in a hidden attempt to help your balance. She made sure to talk to you early, allowing you to be able to express yourself from a young age. Mami jumped out of bed and chased after you. “Mami is gonna get you, pequeña princesa!”. You started laughing hysterically as your little feet rhythmically tapped on the wooden floors in the hallway. Mami quickly caught up and scooped you up while throwing you up in the air. “más mami, más!” You squeal as your innocent laughter rang throughout the house. Mami shook her head as she held you close and kissed your cheek. “Breakfast now mi sol, then we go to the arena and see aunties” Jenni said as she carried you while walking down towards the kitchen. Mami placed you on the counter to let you help with making pancakes. You loved when Mami let you help in the kitchen. Her warm embrace making you feel safe as eggs, milk and flour became pancakes.

“Alright princesa, we are here” Mami said as she pulled up in the big parking lot in your black suv Lexus. You squealed as you held on to your favourite toy. A snow angel named lina because it was given to you by your tia Caroline. She wasn’t your real tia, but you didn’t care. She was still tia. Caroline had been the most scared when you started joining the team as she was generally scared of children. You on the other hand, had always smiled as her even as a new born placed in your stroller or car seat next to the pitch. Caroline couldn’t help but love you. You really had grown into her. Mami hopped out of the car and got you out as she held you close while walking to the busy parking lot. People was always greeting Mami, but you didn’t understand why. You settled with the thought of that it was because she was the best Mami ever.

“Hola tia! Look, look! I bringed Lina” you said as you waved towards the Norwegian. “Hola lillevenn, hola Lina! I have something for you” she said as she smiled. You loved Caroline’s smile. It was crooked and funny, but you loved her regardless. «Wow, look Princesa, tia is spoiling you!” Jenni said as she sat you down and squatted next to you and Caroline. “You know how tia had to go to Norway? Back home to play football?” She said as you nodded attentively. “With tia Ingrid?” You said as you tried your best to remember. “Si, you are so cleaver lillevenn!” Caroline confirmed as she kept going. “And you remember how you had those really big feelings when I left? And I promised I would bring you something back?” Your eyes widened. Caroline had grown to be mami’s best friend, nobody would’ve ever guess that combo. You loved Caroline, and she loved you (and Mami) like her own. “Yes, I remember tia! I do, i do remember” you squealed as you jumped up and down with excitement. Your little blinker sneakers blinking rhythmically. “I got you this” she said a she pulled out a wrapped gift from behind her back. It had princesses on the wrapping, and it was pink. You two favourite things! “Wow! It’s prettiest tia! I hang up in my room!” You said as you bounced up and down with the gift not realising that the wrapper wasn’t the gift. “Mi Sol, you need to look inside the gift” Jenni said as she laughed and shared a look with Caroline. Your eyes widened, “there’s more?” You said as you carefully unwrapped the gift trying your best not to break the paper. As you opened up the paper, you saw it infront of you. A big polar bear and three reindeers. You had seen nothing like it and your tiny jaw dropped in shock. The bear was soft and cuddly, you immediately gave it a big hug as you kissed it nose. You picked up the reindeer set with two big reindeer and one tiny baby reindeer. You studied it closely from the packing. “You have horses in Noway?” You said as you had the box close to your eyes. Caroline giggled “no, no, lillevenn. It’s reindeers! It’s not horses. You can only find them far north.” She said as you nodded. You were like a sponge always sucking up any knowledge that people would present to you. “Reindeers? WOA-Like in ELSA AND ANNA??” You said as you looked over at Caroline and threw yourself at her. “Thank you mamma, you are the bestest! Almost as bestest as mami! I love reindeer and polar bear!” You said as you didn’t realise what you had said. Caroline looked at Jenni, and Jenni looked at Caroline both blushing. “Alright, let’s go to the warderobe, si?” Mami said as she stood up. You grabbed mami’s hand and Caroline’s hand as you walked in together.

“Look! Look! Ingri! I have white bear and reindeer!” You said as you rushed over to greet her at her cubby. She put you on her lap and nodded. “Wow, aren’t you a lucky girl solstråle!» She said as her eyes looked attentively at the polar bear and reindeers you had showed in her face. “Alright, princesa, do you wanna wear your sneakers or your cleats today?” Mami said as she held your bright tiny pink cleats up. You loved wearing cleats. You felt like Mami. “Cleats! Cleats!” You squealed as you rushed over with your new toys and your tiny pink backpack with pencils, a book to draw in, a book and your plastic animals. Mami always made sure to make you feel comfortable. She had given you a lot of jerseys. Probably more than 6. You couldn’t count so you weren’t sure, but you had a lot. Today you were wearing your pink jersey with your white shorts. The name Hermoso on the back. Jenni had changed your name as soon as she was allowed to, not wanting your tummy mom to have anything to do with you. Mami helped you put your cleats on as she held out your tiny team Norway Nike jacket that Caroline had gifted you when she went to play Finland. She had your blonde hair up in a bun and you smelled like sunscreen. You ran out on the pitch finding the spot where you would always be when the practice was taking place. It was a big blanket set up by the team’s assistant with water, apples and crackers so that you wouldn’t get cold or dirty. You sat down with a pop and took out your new reindeers from their packaging. “This is mami” you mumbled as you took the reindeer out of the packaging. “This is me” you repeated as you pulled the little reindeer out. You grabbed the last reindeer and looked at it for a while. Who was the last reindeer? Tia? Or Abuela? “This is tia” you said as you looked at Caroline and smiled. Caroline waved at you making you giggle. You sat there and played with the reindeers making them walk all over the blanket while you were talking to yourself. You loved when mami had practice.

The coach’s whistle was loud and you held your hands infront of your ears while it rang marking the end of the workout session. You quickly put your reindeers in your backpack at the speed of lighting according to you. You hopped up and grabbed the cuddly polar bear. “Mami!” You said as you got up and your feet started running. Your backpack in your hand and your jacket with Graham written on your back bouncing with you. «Mi sol, Lets get lunch!” Jenni said as she picked you up. Mami was all sticky and smelly, but you didn’t care. You just loved Mami.

As you sat on a chair next to Mami, you looked around you. Mami was talking to Caroline, Ingrid, Mapi and Lucy. You thought Mapi was a little bit scary, but she would let you color on her tattoos so you decided to keep it to yourself. You slurped up spaghetti and the red sauce. It was your favourite and the abuelas at the canteen would always make you an extra special lunch while the adults had salads and fish. As you were trying to slurp up a spaghetti, it slipped and fell onto your face. “Oh lillevenn” Caroline said as you looked at her in shock. She quickly grabbed her napkin and carefully wiped it off your face. “Gracias tia» you said as you decided you were finished eating. «I go play?» you asked as you looked hopefully at mami. She nodded and pushed your chair out so you could climb down. You grabbed your reindeers and sat down in the corner that the abuelas in the canteen had made for you with pillows and blankets. The pillows were soft and you suddenly felt tired, it was normal as it was your expected naptime. Your laid down and closed your eyes as you jawned, blinking slower and slower until you fell asleep. Drifting away into dreams about polarbears, reindeers, mami, tia, snow and this weird place called Noway.

“Ai no, go away! You don’t get to see her!” Your dreams were interrupted by the sound of your mami’s voice ringing through the hallways. You thought you were dreaming because Mami never yelled. She never raised her voice. “Jenni, pot favor, you can’t decided that! I’m also her moth-“ an unfamiliar voice pleaded back. “You don’t get to call yourself that, not after leaving us for three years. Get the fuck out of my sight before I kill you!” You sat yourself up and rubbed your eyes trying to feel more awake as you yawned. “Hola lillevenn, Come here! Let’s go on an adventure!” Some familiar said from behind you. You turned your head and as soon as you saw the person, she picked up up with one hand while grabbing your backpack and reindeers with her other. It was Caroline. You trusted Caroline. She was kind, pretty and funny. She also made mami smile and laugh, so that meant that she was a good person. She held you close, your face meeting her chest as she jogged with you in the opposite direction of mami. It had you confused, but you didn’t think much of it. Caroline had a hand underneath your butt and one hand on your back leaning you towards her. It was funny, Caroline’s jogging made you bounce making your laugh. After some running, you slipped into an unfamiliar room with a bench and the room smelled minty. Caroline shut the door and locked it while she moved towards the bench. “How about we read a book jenta mi?» she mumbled as she rumbled through your pink backpack. The book she pulled out was about two mom families. You loved it, you had gotten it from Ingrid and Mapi after you had asked if they were gonna get married. “Si, si, please! Read book Caro” you said as you popped yourself down on Caroline’s lap. She started reading while stroking your hair attentively. “There once was a girl named Clara, who loved a girl named Mia very much..”

Just when your book was finished, Mami came into the room. “Gracias, Caroline. So much. We are gonna head home now peanut” she said as she looked serious. You pouted because you wanted to be with Caroline. “Mami, i wanna be with Caroline? Can she come home?” You asked up and stomped one of your little feet. “Princesa, she has to go back to training” Mami said as she attempted to pick you up but you slipped out of her reach and hid behind Caroline’s legs. The tall brunette putting a hand on your head and picking you up. “It’s fine Jen, I’ll come with you. They’ll understand” she says as she kisses the top of your head. You all walk towards the exit, but not your usual exit. This exit is weird, and narrow. It’s not bright and full of players on the walls. It’s grey and the door has a green beam. Your thoughts cannot seem to understand why you have to leave through this exit. This exit dosent have the nice canteen abuelas waving at you. You don’t get to say goodbye to Ingrid. Walking out of this door is different. This different isn’t a good different. And you don’t understand why it has to be different.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #jenni hermoso #caroline graham hansen imagine #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader

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scuderiasundays · 1 year

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runs in the family

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qtboni · 9 months

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Heyyy I love your writings so much I wanted to ask if maybe you could write a ghost x reader story with angst to fluff maybe where the reader gets tortured in front of him or gets kidnapped idk

╰﹒ 𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐀 !

PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Reader

C/W: fem!reader, angst to comfort, violent themes, kidnapped/captivity, restraints, choking/strangling, asphyxiation, death (minor), explicit words, inaccurate spanish dialogues, bit of canon divergence. w/c 3.4k

Ghost could only hear the ringing in his ears as a firm hand connected harshly in his head. "C'mon, pinche pendejo," A woman crouched in her knees infront of him, a snarky smile etched in her face. She looked like a predator waiting for her prey to break, and she had no intention of making it easy for him. "We were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there... Who?"

Valeria. Ghost concluded in his thought.

"Go fuck yourself." He grunted as a reply and averted his gaze elsewhere. It was clear he wasn't interested in giving out any information. His insulting statement made the woman's smirk to drop as an irritated expression took place.

"If I were you," Valeria replied, her thick accent sipping through. She snickered as she taunts him by tilting her head to the side, faking a pity expression. "I'd be careful with my words."

"Why would I, ya lil' fucker." Ghost hissed, his brows furrowing as he glared at her with a menacing expression. He tried to move his tied wrists and legs, but the rope was too tight. His frustrations boiled at the feeling of helplessness, the tight bonds threatening to cut off his circulation.

"Because?" She replied with a deep chuckle, her eyes gleaming with a malicious glint. In one swift motion, she grabbed him by his vest and forced him to look up at her. "I have your pequeña princesa right here." Her words were punctuated by a self-assured smirk, her expression daring him to defy her command. His muscles were tense, his hands curled into fists as he struggled against his bonds, the tight rope digging into his wrists and legs as he tried to break free.

'Princesa?' He thought, his mind racing to make sense of her word. But then it clicked.

You.

Ghost took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure in the face of her teasing. ’She's playing with me,’ He thought as he tried to keep a cool head, but her words and expressions were certainly having an effect on him. There was no way Valeria had caught you. He was sure you left with the team!

"So?" Valeria's voice brought him back to where he was. The woman infront of him smiled widely in a sadistic and disturbing manner, her eyes glinting with evil intent. "Tell me. Ask my question,"

"You're a fuckin' lunatic if you think I'll give up intel," He fought against his rising emotions, thinking to himself. She was just messing with his head for sure. But his heart beat at a frantic rhythm, each pulse hammering against his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. "Don't even fuckin' know what you're on about,"

Disappointed, Valeria clicked her tongue. But it was not out of annoyance, no. There was something sinister beneath her snobbish grin, as if she was toying with Ghost and was enjoying it. A series of sinister chuckling enveloped the dark lit room. He could see from the corner of his eyes that a leather roll was unwrapped in the table situated at the side, revealing a collection of various knives, razor blades, tiny tools that were nonetheless can convey damage to one's body.

"No?" Valeria turned away from him for a moment, locking eyes with one of her minions on her right. "Then, I suppose I have no other choice but have you believe me that I stick to my words, hm?"

"Fuck you," He spits even if his heart tightened with dread, thinking for the absolute worst. She's lying. You can't possibly be here. He watches as the woman turned back to him with the same wicked grin, gaze still piercing him like a dagger. "Sit comfortably, yeah?" She continued, speaking as if her decision was already made. She smirked as her words sunk in at Ghost, the thought of harm coming to someone else sending a chill down his spine. "You'll need it."

"I don't f-"

"Wanna know why, cariño?" She cuts him off with a mock, leaning even closer to him. She didn't give him a chance to reply back as her hands wrapped around his covered jaw, her touch causing the skin under to burn with a mental flare. Then she whispered into his ear, her words a slow and teasing drawl. "I'll torture her up real good, and make you... Well," She paused to consider for a moment, before a slow grin spread across her face. "You'll just have to see for yourself." A dark amusement flickered in her eyes, the thrill of his helplessness evident in her tone.

With a rough pat on his cheek, Valeria stood up, her expression serious and professional. "Tráela En," She ordered the men to her side, who immediately obeyed. With a quick glance back to Ghost, the men piled out of the room with Valeria, their footsteps echoing in the hallway outside.

With the men having left the room, Ghost thought of how he could try to escape the restraints that held him down. He wiggled his arms in an effort to free himself from the ropes, but they held firm. His eyes darted around the room frantically, his brain desperately working to develop a plan for escape.

Ghost tried to wriggle his tied up wrists free, but the ropes stubbornly held tight. He took in a deep breath, attempting to clear his mind in order to develop a strategy that could help him escape. He strained as he worked at loosening the ropes, his muscles straining under the effort, and still the bonds refused to budge. With every attempt to free himself, he was met with increasing levels of exhaustion. Time was his enemy here, the clock ticking steadily away. He continued to strain at the ropes, but still they refused to budge. His skin was growing damp with sweat, his breath heavy and raspy. He had to escape, he had to.

Ghost was too focused on freeing himself, his gaze glued to his bound hands, his thoughts locked in a desperate cycle. His focus on escaping the ropes made it impossible for him to notice Valeria entered, his heart racing as her presence suddenly became apparent.

"I was looking forward to this," a raspy voice purred. He snapped turned his head forward, his eyes snapping towards Valeria's boastful stance and... fuck, it's you. The familiar scarf, covered in dirt and dust. Its little ghost drawing, once vibrant and colorful, was now dull and worn, the image haunting him. Even the sound of the heart keychain strapped to your belt was enough to draw him out of his daze, the item bringing back a flood of memories of you.

This can't be.

—

"Yer fuckin crazy," A rough voice was heard amidst the throbbing pain present in your head as you were haphazardly thrown.

You winced as your body collided with what felt like cold asphalt, and tears of anguish welled up in your eyes. Despite the familiar voice you recognized, your covered vision made it difficult to make out anything. The sedatives forced upon you while in captivity made you dizzy and disoriented. As the sack was removed from your head, the full impact of your surroundings flooded your senses. The voices around you were loud and numerous causing white noise in your ears, their words indecipherable to you as your mind struggled to grasp your current situation.

"Don't fuckin' hurt her!"

A sharp yank on your hair jarred you out of your trance, forcing you to look up from the ground. The sound of your lieutenant calling out your name registered in your mind, forcing you to come back to reality. As your eyes met those of Ghost's frantic eyes behind his mask, your heart raced, your anxiety flaring up once again as you quickly assessed what was happening.

Valeria's grip on your hair grew tighter, a cruel and sadistic grin spreading across her lips as your pained gasp filled her with pleasure. "You were expecting someone else, weren't you?" She said to Ghost, her tone dripping with sarcasm and malice. She leaned in closer, her cruel glare inches from your face as she whispered into your ear with a mocking tone, "Too bad. Que te voy a matar." She chuckled, her breath tickling your ear as you winced in pain.

"Just give it up, Valeria," He gritted his teeth in anger. But she laughed, her voice echoing in the room as she turned to Ghost. She held his gaze for a moment, studying his expression. Then, she turned back to you, a cruel grin spreading across her lips. "Oh, you poor thing," she chuckled, her tone dripping with condescension. She softly carressed your scalp as if creating a faux sense of security. "Is this affecting you," She said to Ghost as she ran a finger down your cheek, the sharp pain of her nail digging into your flesh drawing a quick wince from you. "Or do you have anything else in your mind besides this?"

"Fuckin' leave her out of this." Ghost clenched his jaw, desperately trying not to show any more signs of weakness. He tried to stay composed as Valeria leaned in closer to you, her teasing smile growing bigger with every passing moment. He swore the nerves in his arms were bulging out of tense.

You winced at her touch, but you didn't dare to speak as your jaw locked and your muscles tense as you tried to ignore it. Valeria laughed again, moving a step back so she could face him again. "Oh, but I do love the way she look when she's in pain," she said, her tone playful as she studied your tears streaming down your face. "You really should have told me what I wanted to know." She chuckled, moving closer to you again, her hand moving in a gentle caress along his cheek. "It's okay, little sweetheart," she whispered, her voice full of deceiving sweetness.

She has a cruel glint in her eyes as she studied your expression. Her hand gently moved towards your cheek, then her nails started digging into your skin and you gritted your teeth, trying to hold in the cry of pain that was forming in your throat. "Speak, bitch," She spat on you, eyes narrowed with annoyance. You didn't respond, determined to close your mouth. Whatever this was, you're on your lieutenant's side. "No?"

It was only as Valeria let go of her grip on you that you realized how numb your muscles felt. Your legs felt like they were made of lead as you tried to scurry away, but the effects of the torture had left your body limp. Unable to move, unable to escape, you watched helplessly as Valeria went over to the side and grabbed something, the glinting object catching your eye.

You met Ghost's gaze and saw him return it, the terror evident in your expression as he silently implored you to try harder to escape. As if you were the one who has their limbs tied up. "How amusing," Valeria came up between you both, playfully swaying the sharp material in her hands. "It seems like our little friend is too strong-willed for our torture to affect her."

You weren't given the chance to react at all when the knife had already slit your arm. Everything went silent as the stinging sensation was too much to bear. You screamed out as the cold metal pulled out, leaving your blood to gush out of your flesh.

"You fuckin' bitch!" You heard Ghost yell out as he struggled in the chair, attempting to break free from its constraints. Your ears were greeted with the sound of the chair's loud creaks and groans. The noise seemed to echo through the room as he yanked against the ropes, his movements growing more frantic as the sounds turned into small shouts of effort. "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Give me información, pendejo." was all Valeria stated.

As Ghost's struggles continued, your weak and fatigued body could barely muster the energy to keep your eyes open, let alone attempt to help him. He called out for your help with more desperation, his shouts growing louder and more frantic as the knife sliced at your bruised skin again and again.

"S-Stop!" Your body was paralyzed with fear, your mind paralyzed in shock, unable to process what it was witnessing. You wanted to run, to do anything to make it stop. But all you could do was watch, your tears falling down your cheeks. Your body had betrayed you. "Please..."

"Valeria!" Ghost shouted, no, he tried to call for her to stop when your body convulsed as another wave of sobbing washed over you. Two strong hands squeezed your throat, your breaths coming out in shallow gasps. You tried to comply, but the words coming out of your mouth were so slurred and incoherent, it was impossible to understand. You felt like you were on the verge of passing out, your mind and body exhausted from the pain and stress of Valeria's torture.

"Let go!" You choked out the words between the hands on your throat, your strength fading. You tried to pry her off but Valeria's grip only tightened, cutting off your air. As you struggled, she pressed her hand hard against your face.

"Shhh," she whispered, her voice a cruel taunt. Your vision was blurring as your eyes rolled back, a hand over your mouth stifling your desperate screams. Her voice felt far away, as if you were under water.

"Let... please... let go..." you managed to wheeze out desperately. As you fought against the darkness in your mind, your strength waning, you felt your awareness fading away. You felt as if you were floating, weightless and free all over despite the cold temperatures of the air around you. You felt peaceful, your senses fading and your consciousness slipping as you lost your grip on reality, slowly surrendering to the embrace of the void, your world fading away.

As you began to slip away, the world around you began to dissolve into a blur. It was all splotches of black, the darkness slowly consuming your senses. In your distorted vision, you saw something casting a shadow over you. It was hard to tell what it was, but you tried to focus your eyes on it, your irises dilating in recognition. The blurring slowly faded away, your senses sharpening as you glanced over Valeria's shoulder.

There, the person moved quickly, seizing Valeria's arms, yanking her away from you and tossing her aside. He turned to her with a fury in his eyes, ready to throw hands. The world came back to you with a sudden jolt, your lungs inhaling deeply as your eyes popped open. The colors of the room and the chill of the air on your skin became tangible as you registered the sharp pain of the ground beneath you.

With your eyes squinting, you see how she smirked at him, her gaze confident even as Ghost's body trembled with rage. He stepped forward, grabbing Valeria by the hair and twisting it, using his full strength to force her to the ground. He yanked her by the hair across the floor, his grip tight and unforgiving. His eyes filled with hate, his body trembling with anger, as he slammed her face-first into the floor.

"How dare you," he spat, his voice hoarse and raw. "How dare you lay your dirty hands on her!" Ghost's voice was thick with rage and loathing, his words pouring out in a torrent of fury. But Valeria smiled coolly, looking at him dead in the eyes as he continued to pull her across the floor. She didn't try to fight it, allowing herself to be dragged, but Ghost didn't let up. He didn't release his grip on her hair, even as her body bumped and dragged across the floor.

Ghost pulled Valeria forcefully against the wall, pinning her against it as he kept a firm grip on her hair. She tried to move, to squirm free from his grasp, but he didn't let her. She grabbed the knife that was tucked into her belt, the blade glinting in the light, and tried to stab him in the back. Ghost caught the movement in his peripheral vision, and he quickly grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm in a painful maneuver. The knife dropped from her hand as she let out a cry of pain, the blade falling to the floor with a soft thud.

Ghost looked down at Valeria, her expression twisted into a smirk as she glared up at him in defiance. In that moment, he felt his rage flare, his emotions taking over. Ghost brought his face right up to Valentina's, his expression filled with cold malice and hatred. "What?" He asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "Did you think I *wouldn't* finish you off?" He grabbed hold of her hair with both hands, his expression feral as he looked into her eyes.

Ghost twisted Valeria's arm sharply, and before she knew it, he had her in a chokehold. He tightened his grip, his face filled with rage as he looked into her eyes. She struggled desperately, trying to fight him off, but Ghost's strength was overwhelming. He held on tight, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter, his grip tightening with each breathe. She coughed and gasped for air, her eyes filling with a mixture of fear and regret. And then, a moment later, she was gone. The sound of her body hitting the floor broke the silence as Ghost released his grip, letting her fall to the ground. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood above Valeria's motionless body, his breath catching in his throat.

"Lt..." You managed to choke out as you cleared your throat, trying to get his attention to you. Your hands were shaking, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He slowly turned to look at you, eyes filling with sudden concern. As the pain and anger disappeared, he was overcome by fear and anxiety, the thought of losing you too much to bear.

He rushed towards you, his heart pounding in his chest. There was no hesitation, his arms enveloping your body in a tight embrace. His embrace was tight and firm, his body pressed up against yours with his warmth radiating from him and his breath filling your ears. The adrenaline pumping through his body still, and you trembled in his arms, clinging to him for reassurance.

"We need to leave fast, love," He murmured, absentmindedly calling you a petname, as he took notice of the bruises and bleeding cuts marring your body. Without another word, he lifted you into his arms, your body limp and weak, and carried you. "Not for long before those suckers come here,"

You hummed as a reply, too tired to form words as you rested your head on his firm chest. You felt him adjusting you a bit when his hand came in contact with the cuts you had on your arm and you hissed, body curling up to comfort yourself. "Sorry," he whispered, his voice gentle. He stayed close to you, letting you lean into him as your body trembled. The fear began to fade, and you felt his warmth surround you, his arms a source of strength and comfort.

As Ghost, with you in his arms, walked outside, you were both silent. The cold air and the rustling of your clothing movements were the only sounds you heard, the sounds of the outside world muted and hazy. Ghost's grip around you was firm and protective, and you felt his body against yours as the cold air brushed back your hair. There were no words spoken between you, the air filled with silence and Ghost's gentle breathing, his warm presence beside you.

Suddenly, Ghost's voice filled your ears and it sent your heart fluttering. "Swear on my word," He gently whispered in the volume of what he should only hear. The heat of his embrace still radiating around you, his arms still wrapped around you, protecting you from the world. "I'll never let you get hurt again."

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pascals-doll · 2 months

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mini skirt

javíer peña x reader

ೀ ive been so focused on my series i missed writing for our man osrs !!

ೀ its spring break n with amount of parties ive got to attend, my ass will b going to write a fic duh!

ೀ description: porn with no plot literally, SMUT SMUT, this shit lowk filthy, reader is bent over the passenger seat 😶, public sex!, parked (?) car sex, oral sex (r receiving) exhibitionism, dom!javíer, mean!javíer, possesive af!javí, sub!reader, reader speaks slight spanish, reader is thristy for javi, JAVÍ TALKS YOU THRU IT/IN SPANISH 2 (😩🤧), lowk degradation in spanish aswell, multiple orgasms, slight overstim (r receiving), degradation ( r receiving), eating out from the back, spanking, doggystyle, hair pulling ( r receiving), choking ( r receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pequeña, neña, bebésita, amor/amorsita)

spanish key words for all my non-spanish speakers !

-pequeña/neña: term of endearment for someone smaller than/my girl, babygirl

-princesa/bebésita: my baby/princess

-dime/porque: tell me/why

- tan’ mojada/tan linda: so wet/ your so wet/such a sweet/so sweet

-lo que quieres/dios mio: my god/oh my god/what you want

-belleza/sucia: beauty/dirty/filthy

-amas/amor/(sita): you love/love/lover

-como te pongo/volverá pasar: how i get you/ever happen again/happened again

-eso/lo que pasará : a way of affirming or agreeing/what will happen again

in traditional way of celebrating the spring break, how else than going out with your girls to the club?

the winter was finally over as women traded their big coats and long-sleeves for skimpy tops and short skirts or shorts.

your beloved boyfriend knew you would be going out tonight, letting him know before he left for his federal attendees.

Javíer didn’t say much except to text him once you left the house, arrived at the party, and when to come pick you up.

Javí was a sweet, a gentle giant.

but he was also stern, it was a trait he had to deal with being apart of the job. it was in his nature to be overprotective.

his eyes told you something completely different along with his stance although he didn’t once tell you a negative thing for wanting to go out and have fun.

he had his hands on his hips, popping one out as his eyebrows tensed together and his tongue poked through his cheek. Javí’s eyes were mean and deep as he stared at you while you promised him to let him know the second anything were to happen before he got ready for work.

you were all dressed up by 9:00 pm as you now, waited on your friends to pick you up at any moment now.

you were wearing a green tube top, pairing it with a pink plaid mini skirt. you chose a cute silver chain belt as an accessory to go along with your silver blinged earrings.

your makeup was set onto your skin perfectly, bringing out the best features of your beauty. your hair was styled to your liking and you chose these cute bubblegum pink pumps to piece your outfit all together.

you picked up your phone, having a small photoshoot of your own before choosing the picture you thought was best and sending it to Javìer.

you were sat infront of the mirror, pulling a cute pose while trying to get you whole outfit in frame.

not even 3 minutes later, a ping rings through your phone.

⤷ que belleza neña go have ur fun for now

⤷ cus ur not gonna like it when i pick u up

your heart raced with lustful anticipation and excitement. you continued to tease him through message, sending another picture to him that showed how risque your pink mini-skirt was.

⤷ u are so done for pequeña

he wasn’t even here, yet you could feel his menacing presence and hear his strict tone in your head.

soon enough, you were getting a call from your friends; letting you know they were outside.

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you and your bestfriend danced along to the house music that played through the huge booming speakers of the wide-spaced club that was only illuminated by a combination of different color fading lights.

you had a few drinks already, loosing track of how long you’ve been dancing for before stepping away with your friends. you went back to your the corner couch you were seated at along with your friends.

you felt hazed out and tipsy as you uncapped your water bottle before taking a sip.

all your tipsy self could think about was Javí, it was 1 AM and you knew he was awake and on stand-by for you.

your vision was blurry because of the alcohol as you open his contact, dialing him on the phone. you hear the phone ring momentarily before connecting.

“everything good, princesa?”

“mmhmm, i misss you javí” you slurred out.

“how drunk are you, neña?” his tone was caring, making your overwhelmed tipsy body run a cold shiver through your spine.

“s’only tipsyy—amor?” you respond before calling out to him, more like whining out to him.

“dime pequeña” the way his voice sounded so caring, yet stern, made your body quiver and breath hitch.

the alcohol was definitely assisting your mind in fogging it with only one thought; Javíer.

“come pick me up—s’wanna go home to youu” you plead with a slight moan, the alcohol was definitely getting the best of you.

“i’ll be there in 15 minutes, get ready.”

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Javí was not an idiot, he could hear the neediness in your tone.

after being together for 5 years, Javí always knew the second his poor girl had one too many drinks and wanted to run home to her man.

which is how you always ended up with you stuffed so full of Javíer’s thick cock after a night out.

Javíer practically sped through the semi-empty midnight streets, definitely not driving the speed limit.

soon enough he was outside the club venue, sending you a message that he was outside. Javíer couldn’t find close parking, so he parked the car farther down the empty street.

you were inside, hugging your friend's goodbye, grabbing your purse before they walked you to the front of the club door.

you opened the door and there he was, the man you had been longing for the whole night. he was standing there under the streetlight with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

he had his light blue button up hugging his chest and muscular arms as it was tucked into his jeans, his belt holding his pants perfectly.

you took him in as you step towards him as he puffed on his cigarette while his eyes traveled down your body.

Javíer took in the way your tits were accentuated through your small green top, your skirt stopped just at your upper thigh as your entire legs were on display, and your pumps gave you a taller stance than your natural one.

you still were not enough to compare to his tall and built frame.

Javí steps closer once you were just a foot away from him, your face meeting his broad chest “real dolled up, huh?” he mutters under his breath, lifting two fingers to grasp your chin; making you look up at him.

you felt your voice caught in your throat as you felt your heat begin to pool into your panties. the breeze from the cold night air, lifting the blimps of your skin.

“c’mon pequeña, i parked the car a little down” Javí instinctively wraps his arm around your lower waist, his hand ghosting over your ass.

you didn’t realize how he was sizing up your skirt with his hand, seeing how close he was to that pretty pussy over your little skirt.

you both made your way down the dark street; the night sky being illuminated by the full moon that was bleeding bright tonight as you both walked past dim streetlights.

you pass a couple empty parked cars; the streets empty with no one in view.

you walked down with Javíer having a tight grasp on your waist made your mind run wild in a pure lustful frenzy.

you see Javí’s truck come into view, recognizing the big black vehicle from a few feet away.

“so did you have fun, princesa?” he begins to ask you about your night as the arm that was wrapped around you loosens. he took your purse from your arm before proceeding to unlock the door.

“was’good babyy, i danced a good bit with my friends after i finished my two drinkss” you slightly slurred out as your vision regained its focus but feeling the buzz still tingle up your body.

he opened the passenger door for you as he set your purse down inside the car.

all you heard from Javí was an almost inaudible hum from his lips as you go to step into the passenger seat…. or at least you tried.

Javíer immediately made your body fumble over into the passenger seat, bending over with one knee on the seat and your other foot down onto the pedestal below his truck, holding your balance.

“Ja-Javí?” you were slightly taken aback by the way he grabbed you, but you weren’t complaining as him manhandling you completely had your panties glued to your slit by your own arousal.

“i bet all the men in there enjoyed the little show you gave them” his tone was husky and cold as you felt his back against yours as his thick cool buckle brushed against the back of your exposed thighs.

“I-no—I wasn’t” you began to whine out, your ass squirming a little and bumping up against his belt buckle more.

“hm neña? I couldn’t hear you.” you felt his cold hands flip your skirt up, fondling and gripping the flesh as more midnight breeze pushed against your skin.

you were facing forward, only seeing the complete inside of his car and empty driver seat.

but you could completely feel Javíer behind you.

you looked back at him causing your body to arch down a bit more, completely exposing your seeped through panties. you’ve never felt so exposed before.

here you were, bent over Javí’s truck with your ass completely exposed for public display as the car door wasn’t shut at all.

the only coverage being the open car-door from the side; creating a makeshift shield from one angle as the other had a perfect view for anyone to see the way Javíer was going to fuck you.

“tan’ mojada pequeña, porque?”

you felt his hands run up and down your clothed slit, pushing the wet fabric against your pussy causing a temporary bubbly friction as you felt the pressure of his two fingers.

you let out a pathetic whimper as you lean yourself more forward, trying your hardest to focus on your balance.

“fuckin’ answer me when I'm talking to you!”

he ordered, his tone was harsh and guttural causing a chill to run up your body which was immediately followed by a jump as Javíer’s hand landed a dour smack onto the exposed flesh of your ass.

“you! s’all because of you!” you yelp out as you wiggle your ass excitingly.

“oh so, my slut does know how to speak” he mocked out, his tone pitying you.

“m’sorry Javí—no volverá pasar!” your voice velveted out as you pleaded, your legs quivering with each blow of nature’s breeze.

“mí neña tan linda, always wanting to go out in such slutty outfits.” he cooed out, his hands finding the slim lining of your underwear right under your skirt.

you felt so small and filthy like this, your body subconsciously growing timid under the oozing pleasure he was igniting inside you and out of you, right here at the corner of an empty street, in a parked car.

he pulled down your panties, watching through the natural gloomed out lighting how your panties sticked to your pussy with your juices leaking down you.

“look at that pretty pussy” he coos lewdly, causing you to whine out as takes his middle and ring finger to circle around your soaked pussyhole.

“been needing you, Javí baby” you began to babble as he made you grow more antsy in bliss.

“only you! need you—please-oh fuck!” your babbles were interrupted by your own shriek as you felt a warm wet feeling take over the one cold and exposed feeling of your pussy.

Javíer began to fuck you with his tongue, wasting no time in attaching his lips to your dripping pussy; how could he? when it was crying for him.

you tried to keep your balance by gripping onto the headrest of the passenger seat as you felt his tongue run a long swipe along your juiced folds “oh fuck Javí!” you were too fucking horny to care about your loud moans possibly ringing through the silent street-night.

not for a single second did Javí pull away from your pussy, giving her all his attention.

Javíer sucked on your clit, rolling his tongue around it and your slits as the only words that fell from your lips was his name.

“oh my—Javí! oh my fuck!” you couldn’t help but croak out your moans at the immense pleasure you were feeling.

the way he had you was bringing you pure rapture at the taboo thought of someone possibly watching you two in the midnight.

you could feel your stomach erupt as your orgasm bubbled through the delicious open-mouthed licks coming from his beautiful tongue.

you felt the small hairs of his mustache friction against your clit causing your ass to push back into his face more while you cried out in ecstasy. you felt yourself grow closer to your climax.

Javíer kept up with the volume of your moans and pathetic whines.

his pace never halting as his hands went to grip your hips to keep your ass bent over and pussy exposed as he eats you out like he hasn’t fucking eaten in decades.

you felt your orgasm begin to build up, you were sure your nails were digging into the plush of the passenger seat material, creating crescents into the fabric.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell agape in vicious delight. you felt your orgasm flow through your body as he licked each trickling bead from your leaking pussy.

you felt satisfaction warp through your body as you look back at Javí.

you could barely see him as the moon shined right behind his head like a make-shift crown, for the only man; only man you allowed to ever take you like this, like a whore.

Javíer had been palming his painful hard-on through his now, unzipped jeans; only the crotch of his boxers for display through his unbuckled belt.

you began to wriggle your ass even more, slightly backing it to brush up against his clothed cock. you felt the cool metal buckle against your flesh again, colliding with the feeling of another indecent smack to your plushy ass.

you were still looking back at him as you let out euphoric sob through fucked out eyes.

“dime lo que quieres, mi amor”

Javíer husked out, licking his lips before massaging the tingling flesh of your ass. his voice returned to a low octave, still carrying a stern, but no longer harsh demeanor.

“i need you to fuck me Javí!”

that was all he needed to hear to have him slipping his boxers low enough to pull out his thick erection, standing flavorful and tall.

Javíer pumped himself softly before aligning himself with your glistening entrance.

Javí squeezed your hips softly, bringing you closer to him as he sinks his cock into your gushy pussy.

the second you feel his cock glide into with ease like always, your pussy always managing to snug him perfectly into you as the stretch convulsed your pussy.

“y’always feel like fuckin’ heaven, bebésita” Javíer hissed out as the feeling of your balmy and pulsing pussy, taking him like you were made for him only.

“feels—feels so good amor! s’big!” you mewled out, your voice being fervent.

Javíer became the only thing you felt, engulfing your pussy and whole-being.

you felt him begin to slide in’n’out of you at a feverishly slow pace, making you feel every inch that smoothly drowned into each crevess of your insides.

just the feeling of Javí’s big thick cock had your breath caught in your chest, completely mind-bending as his soft slides turn into piquant thrusts in no time.

“mphm—díos mìo!” you cried out lecherously, you felt Javíer’s hand make its way up your semi-clothed back till it was entangled in your hair.

he doesn’t hesitate to pull on it, pulling your body up along the way and arching the position you were in more. you were sure your nails cut into the fabric of Javíer’s little truck.

Javíer’s savoring slow pace turned into pummeling thrusts. you could feel each bounce of your ass bounce off his hips as his hand tugged on your hair, inflaming a riveting pain in you.

his pace electrified with each little sob of his name that left your mouth, you could barely even speak as you tried to swallow back the drool that threaten to drip down the corner of your fucked out mouth.

“who’s slut are you, hm?” once again, his jarring tone and vulgarity came out.

“¡solo para ti! siempre para ti!” you chant , repeating it once more at another smack he landed on the now, strawberry flesh off your ass.

“eso bebèsita, all those men can look but, they can’t touch—isn’t that, right?” his question grunts out as his cock rams into you at a relishing speed.

your head was being tugged back as your body recoiled with every vigorous thrust from his snapping hips. your neck began to ache as you struggle to keep looking at him as his hand gripped your hair; unknowing if he can even see you but oh, he definitely can.

your eyes were squeezed shut as your mouth was completely agape, feeling wicked with the cock-dumb haze he put you in.

your body shook as Javíer completely ravished you.

“Javí—yes! fuck ya—” your pussy clenched around him with your fucked out babble.

“amás como te pongo, eh? letting me fuck you right’ere where anyone can see—que suciá.”

“for you—only—fuck—you!” your moans got more strangled out with each worship that left your mouth, his cock completely taking over your membrane; filling your pussy and mind with each hankering momentum.

his cock continued to plunge into you mercilessly, the sound of your each other’s skin slamming against each other with the small deep creaks coming from the moving truck.

Javíer was taking you viciously and relentlessly, his hand let go of the tug he had on your hair before finding its way around your neck, squeezing ever-so slightly.

all he wishes was to be able to be there with you, every single time you go out, but his job took so much time away from his personal life; it infuriated him, especially today when he seen those little pictures you sent him.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he knew how much you loved him, but it was the people.

he wishes he could keep you like his gun, tucked away and only accessible to him.

you felt his cock pistol into you at a deeper angle, feeling his tip flutter against your cervix causing your tummy to swell in rapture. you weren’t even sure if you were still breathing at this point, only rigid cries and moans leaving your lips.

“please javí! please! s’much—too much!” you could feel your stomach bubble up immense pleasure and overstimulating pain as your walls flared and fluttered around his thick cock as your second orgasm begins to enthrall your body.

“now now, y’can handle the club—you can handle this dick, isn’t that right pequeña?” Javíer hissed and heaved out roughly as he feels his own climax approach him.

he still doesn't stop his hips from hauling into yours as he leans himself down, splaying his clothed chest against your back. you felt his free hand go up through your torso till he found his way to your titties, squeezing each one through your top.

you felt the way his callous big hands burned onto your chest and neck, now feeling hot on your sweating skin. your bodies rocked against each other as you both indulged in thrilling pleasure.

you felt the brim of your climax get closer to shooting through and out your body, pussy clenching once more around Javíer’s coated cock “ándale neña, dámelo” he coos breathlessly as his hips begin to stutter down into a flux pace.

the empty streets echoed with noises of your nefarious act.

you would be damned the minute anyone was to see two of you.

just the unholy thought of someone possibly watching the two of you. the way he had you like this; in a completely immorally beautiful position was enough to have your body skyrocket.

the intense wave that crashed through you as your cries croak out into silence, only now hearing Javíer’s deep groans and grunts in your ear as the grip he has on your throat tightens softly.

he began to reach his own climax as you felt him twitch inside your fluttering walls, milking him through his orgasm completely. your bodies completely melted into each other as you both became breathless together.

you felt the way his load creamed into you, coating your walls and filling you up with his creamy cum as he watches the mix of both your pulpy moisture drip out of your swollen hole.

you were seeing stars as your eyes were squeeze shut as the slight cut-off of oxygen had your mind-boggled and feeling febrile.

the second Javíer feels you turn into mush under him while in his embrace. he immediately pulls out, reality setting him out of his lust possessed-like trance.

he tucks himself away after hiking up your panties and pulling down your skirt. he reached over for his jacket that was in the driver's seat, sprawling it over your lap after he flipped you over; helping your sore and fucked-out self sit.

he immediately checked around to see if anyone had been watching before shutting your passenger door and making his way to sit in the driver’s seat.

he leaned over into you, placing a passionate kiss on your lips as his warm hand caresses your cheek before pulling away, still leaned in close to your lips.

“lo que pasára pequeña, if you wear these tiny mini skirts without around me”

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delilahcalicocat · 2 months

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♡•~Mi amor~•♡

{Ratin: Smut.}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Swearing, small smidge of a language Kink, Hair pulling, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Aka you've been warned, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Full on. DD/LG, Pet names.}

{Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader}

[I literally am melting over this ugh. 😵‍💫]

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Damian ran towards the ring, eager to cash in his briefcase.

I was backstage with the rest of the judgement day, well more of asleep.

You see, Damian is a big risk taker.. so I was worried about that plan, if he won.. he'd be heading back here immediately to fuck his girlfriend and uh... we've already had Finn walk in on us once and I don't need that again..

"Hey Mamacitá, you ready yet?" He spoke

I had been awake after I heard everyone yelling, so kind of yes?

"Yeah.. Sure.." I spoke abruptly

He walked me to his van for once? Woah..

We got inside and he sat down.

"I'm gonna get changed, you go do whatever" He said

I went to the bathroom and took off my makeup, since I was tired.

"Aha, Nice try Mamacitá, but you're not going to sleep yet." He spoke

I stopped in my tracks, like a deer in headlights.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked

"Mamacitá you aren't sleeping yet, unless I fuck you to sleep" He spoke coldly

"Damian, are you sure you want this? This is the first time I've heard this from you.."

I was shocked, Damian had never become so... primal before...

Before I could speak again, he had my hair in his hand, pulling me into his lap

"¡¿Serás una buena puta para papá?! (You gonna be a good slut for Daddy?!)"

"¡Sí Papá! (Yes Daddy!)"

"Je, esa es mi pequeña, siendo una buena princesa para su papá. (Heh, thats my little girl, being a good princess for her daddy.)"

"Sí Papá, ¡Soy tu princesita! (Yes Daddy, I'm your little princess)"

"¿Quieres que tu papá te folle? (You want daddy to fuck you?)"

"¡Sí Sí Sí! Por Favor Papá (Yes! Yes! Yes! Please Daddy)"

"Prove to me you deserve it."

I got up, and slowly revealed what was actually under my hoodie.

It was a skimpy top, and under my skirt. Was of course lace panties.

"Do I deserve it now daddy?" You cocked an eyebrow

He stayed silent, as if something awoke in him.. a want no need for your warmth.

In quick secession, he'd stripped off both of your garments. Then he chose to strip off his, leaving you bent over the couch arm.

He made you watch as he stripped of his clothes, making you whimper and moan for the need of friction.

He didn't give you a warning, but you yelped at the feeling of him slamming into you, filling your needy little cunt to the brim.

"que buena princesita para su papi, tomando mi verga como una princesa (such a good little princess for her daddy, taking this cock like a princess)" He said

His words sent you over the edge, you came with Force, he proceeded to fuck you through your orgasm, making you moan louder from the over-sensitivity.

His thrusts began to get sloppy, he grabbed your hair and pulled it as he came. Filling you to the brim.

He then pulled you into his lap.

"Good Girl. But you're not done yet." He spoke.

With shaky legs, you began to get out of his lap, and began to suck his dick.

It didn't take too long for him to cum from the over-sensitivity from his first orgasm moments ago.

"That's my good little girl, mi amor~" He spoke, Picking you up and heading towards the bathroom

#wwe fanfiction #the judgement day #damian priest #WWE smut #damian priest x reader #damian priest smut #damian priest fanfic #the judgment day wwe

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bemyawakening · 2 years

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Good night, Sunny!

May I please request something where any of the guye from COD:MWII (anyone you prefer) has a small/ normal sized (height related) girlfriend! reader?

COD CHARACTERS X SHORT F!READER HEADCANONS alejandro, ghost, soap, price, gaz, valeria, könig

Hey, Leia! Thank you so much for the request! It's such a great idea that I thought I will write short headcanons for all of the CoD characters! I hope you will enjoy it!

warnings: mentions of NSFW and curse words.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

Alejandro isn't a very teasing type. His primary mission is always to make sure you are cherished and loved, but sometimes—just sometimes he can't help it and notice how small you are compared to him. You were fully capable of taking care of yourself and he knew that well, but seeing you struggle to pick something from the top shelf made him feel strong. The way he reached over from behind you and gave you the jar you were so seeking to have. He didn't say a word because he knew you would punch him in his gut if he'd comment on your height.

You liked to be the big spoon, but he wasn't allowing it. He knew well that you were far too prideful to admit that you liked to be cocooned in his loving arms. He was very warm and you were always cold, so you greeted his warmth quickly. You tried not to comment on how nice it was to wake up in his hug, his hands wrapped around you and your nose nuzzled in his chest.

Alejandro loved giving you back hugs. He is big on PDA, not afraid to hug you or kiss you anywhere and in front of anyone. He likes to show you off, so you already know that he will be standing behind you, hands caressing your waists. And you instantly become a puddle for him as soon as he held you like that. But you won't admit that.

His nickname for you was pequeña princesa and even if you mumbled that it was stupid and you weren't that short, your heart fluttered no matter what. Because being called a small princess with his alluring tone? Oh, yes, you didn't have any complaints.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

If Alejandro isn't the man to tease you about your height, trust me, Simon is. If you can't reach something from the top shelf, he will grab it and put it even further away from your reach, walking away. He'll do anything to remind you how short you are compared to him. Starting from the shelves and looking straight ahead when you're talking with him, annoying you with: "I don't know who's talking with me. I can't see anyone." He pissed you off and he was enjoying every second of it.

Apart from the constant teasing, he adores every inch of you. That man definitely has a size kink and you being that much smaller than him is doing things to him. If you were honest, the way he easily grabbed you as if you weighed nothing and carried you, was making you feel good. You enjoyed the way he would wrap his hand around you and pull you on his lap. He enjoys having you on top of him, holding you close. He values being close more than anything. He isn't good with words, but he is good with gestures and being close to you.

Loves it when you sleep on him. Completely on him. None of that bullshit that you will half lay on him or straddle him. No. Completely lay on that man. There is nothing better for him than to try to sleep with you on his chest, wrapped in his arms. He wasn't much of a sleeper and on the nights when he couldn't sleep, he would gently rub your back and just enjoy the moment.

Enjoys when you unexpectedly jump on his back. You call it a 'payback because of the whole teasing stuff', but he loves how giggly you get. His worst fear would be dropping you on the floor, but lucky for him and for you, he has quick reflexes and catching you has never been a problem.

Calls you a little bird and you love it. Anything that comes out of his mouth with that accent has you listening to every word he says. And you know well that you have the same power over him as well, if not more.

There is nothing more he enjoys when you try to boss him around with your small frame. The way you furrow your eyebrows when you call out his name, trying to be bossy or show that you are not pleased. The way he folds on his knees in front of you, ready to worship every inch of you. And yes, he definitely enjoys it when you try to take the lead in bed, watching the way you try to desperately pleasure yourself using his body. Such a peculiar little thing you were.

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

That man is cheeky and will tease you endlessly but in a lot nicer way. Any nickname he has for you includes the word small. My small love, my small darling, my small bird, my small baby. He loves being taller than you and he loves when he has to point his chin down to meet your eyes. He isn't insecure about his height, but you being smaller than him is such a turn-on.

When you grab his chin and push him closer to you and kiss him? That man is gone. Melted for you. Will do anything for you. Anything. He's that boyfriend that's very protective over you. Absolutely hates it when someone calls you small in an insulting way. He is ready to get into a fight and only eases down if you will ask him to.

Loves seeing you in his sweatshirts. Only his sweatshirts. You know well that his clothes are your clothes and you definitely start to wear his clothing more than your own. It's comfy and it always smells like him. When he's far away, his clothes always keep you company enough. And when he comes back home and finds you wearing only his clothes? Steamin' Jesus—that man is gone.

The kind of boyfriend that will definitely let you climb on his shoulders during concerts. He wants you to see everything from above and will not get tired from holding you like that. He would softly rub your thighs and just enjoy being so close to your soft thighs—he really has a thing for them.

If you wear a dress or a skirt that has a slit on the side to show your legs? He's gone. If you were going somewhere that evening, you are not going anywhere anymore. He has to have his way with you or he will go crazy. Once, you actually went to a party without having sex with him and Soap was whimpering like a lost puppy whenever he would see you and eventually you two ended up in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his waist.

He loves being the little spoon and will admit it. Not only does he loves being held, but he appreciates the fact that you can barely hug his muscular frame. He also enjoys sleeping in a hug, tangling your legs into a mess that got him falling out of the bed in the mornings while trying not to wake you up.

JOHN PRICE

That man will always give you an intense stare that will make you feel even smaller under it. He has the tendency to look at you up and down, intensely, as if he has to cherish every single part of you. You always felt so bare underneath his stare, but you loved it. You loved the way he looked at you.

That man will show you off. In bars, in meetings, in parties—anywhere, he will show up with his hands around your waist, walking around as if you were his most prized possession. And you were. You were everything to him.

Now, John doesn't really mention your height. Yes, you are visibly smaller than him and that does things to him, but he is respectful and it doesn't matter. If you are struggling to get something off the top shelf, he will help you instantly.

John absolutely worships you when you are wearing high heels. He does have a secret kink about you wearing them and you knew about it since he has fucked you in them. He's passionate - he gives you compliments every day. He always notices your new hairstyle, new clothes, and new makeup looks. Everything.

Likes to hug you and nuzzle his head into your neck despite your height difference. He wants to be as close as possible to you. Sometimes, he will place his chin on top of your head and stroke your hair, staying like this for a long time. It just amazes him every time how your short frame fits in his just perfectly.

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

Our beloved Gaz will tease the shit out of you. He's smug. Cheeky. Confident. He'll make you feel tiny in his presence. There is something about the way your cheeks slightly tint in a soft pink when he looks at you or when he pulls you closer. He loves the way your pupils dilate when you look at him—God, you were such a sight to see.

That man is the definition of 'you-can-wear-anything-i-can-fight' boyfriend. He loves everything you wear. From sundresses to oversized sweaters. You look beautiful to him in the mornings when your hair is a mess and you are a bit puffy. You look beautiful to him when he sneaks his arms around you and hugs you before sleeping.

That kind of man who doesn't hate going shopping with you. Will wait for hours when you are trying different outfits and give you honest reviews, not just one-word comments. He secretly enjoys your little fashion shows a bit too much.

His favourite nickname for you is 'little one'. "Come on, little one, cat got your tongue?" You're blushing. You're mad. He's smug. He's grinning. Of course, you try to stand on your ground and insult him, but he gently leans down to even out his height with yours and grins even wider. You want to punch him. But he kisses you and you swoon.

VALERIA GARZA

Jesus Christ, that woman will make your life a living hell. She won't keep her mouth shut about how adorable you look beside her. That kind of person to put her arm on top of your head and coo at you, why do you look so sour.

Loves it when you sit on her lap. Always murmurs heated Spanish phrases to you, making you feel a little bit too hot. Can't keep her hands off your body—you were so fucking pretty to her and she loved marking you.

Speaking about marking, she would proudly wear any type of marks you left on her body. Especially she loves it when you are wearing lipgloss or red lipstick and you kiss her neck. She will wear it with pride and show it off to all of the fucking virgin idiots she has to deal with. She has a pretty little lady and they have no one.

The type of girlfriend to look at you from across the room with her hands crossed. The type of girlfriend to undress you with only her stare. The type of girlfriend to leave you a whining mess before she even said a word. She loves having her way over you. She loves it when you beg.

Wasn't much of a clothes-sharing partner, but once she saw you in her clothes, her closet was yours. It felt like everything she owned looked better on you and she admired that.

Apart from that - a big forehead kisser. Yes, she may seem bossy and prideful all the time, but before leaving, she will always kiss your forehead for good luck. Then she would stroke your cheek and call you her good little girl. And you were the best fucking girl for her you could be.

KÖNIG

Next to that man - you were tiny. Now, let's get one thing clear - that man has severe social anxiety, but that doesn't mean he is a shy stuttering mess. Yes, crowded spaces are difficult for him to handle and he tries to avoid them, but he is a soldier. He has no difficulty communicating when needed and getting what he wanted.

And he wanted you.

Loves carrying you from place to place. Loves the way you always grumble in his ear to put you down, but he hears none of that. He has a size kink, just like Ghost does, and he doesn't even try to hide it.

Calls you maus. Even if you didn't know German, you knew damn well what it meant and as much as you wanted for it to annoy you, it didn't. You, on the other hand, did everything in your possibility to draw him through the edge. He carried you everywhere he wanted, that's why you made his life a living hell occasionally.

Accidentally brushing over his thighs, his chest or his neck. Accidentally wearing nothing beneath his shirt. Accidentally while cuddling you pressed your ass against his groan. It was fucking payback and you loved it.

That man couldn't keep his hands off you. You were just so pretty and all his - that man has been bullied in the past, and his self-worth is a bit damaged, but with you, he feels like a knight in shining armour. Especially he likes when a drunk dude at a bar tries to flirt with you and he just appears behind you with his height in all glory.

Loves you and isn't afraid to show you or tell you. It's important to him that you feel comfortable and safe around him and if he ever sees that your lips turned into a frown from insecurity, trust me, that by tomorrow - it will be gone.

I had so much fun writing this, sorry if this is trash xx

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melloraconteur · 6 months

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Day 007. | Virginity

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Synopthesis: You've never had sex before because of your body. Alejandro intends on fixing that.

Cont. Reader is female, reader is referred to as "Mi Sol" and "Princessa"

Word Count -> 466

Not edited or proofread. Spanish is google translate.

"Mi Sol, are you telling me that you are a virgin?" Alejandro asks, a surprised expression on his face. His coffee brown eyes that are always soft with you wander down your body. This is the first time you told him about the circumstances surrounding your virginity, how no one wanted to touch you because of your size.

You nod. You trust Alejandro to not laugh at you. "We'll have to fix that, Si?" He asks, a sly grin on his face, he pulls you close and kisses you. The kiss is soft and warm.

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Alejandro is gentle with you as he brings you to your second orgasm of the night. You cry out, hands pushing away his head from in between your thighs. Your pussy is puffy and sore from Alejandro's mouth, yet you still want more, you need more. You need him to fill the empty space inside of your cunt.

Alejandro groans at the taste of your cum mixed with your wetness. It tastes heavenly on his tongue, and though he wants more, he allows you to move his head away. He thinks about continuing to feast on your cunt, until you're either begging him to give you a break or he decides he needs to fill your pretty pussy with his cum. He files away the idea for later.

"You're a greedy girl, aren't you? You've cum twice tonight and you still want more." He says with a sly grin, enjoying the way your cunt clenches down on nothing and seeing tears well up in your eyes from frustration. You whine and he takes pity on you, lining his cock up to your pussy but not pushing in, instead, he thrusts his cock over your pussy, moaning at the sensation of your creamy slick wetting his cock. You cry out when his tip bumps against your clit, the stimulation both overwhelming and not enough.

"Joder, estás tan mojado que me voy a deslizar dentro." (fuck, you're so wet, 'm gonna slip right in) He moans out as his tip catches on your pussy. He pulls away before you can do anything, his eyes focused on the strings of your slick that connect his tip to your hole.

"Pleaseplease!" You beg him, your cheeks wet with tears of frustration. He leans down and gives you a kiss as he presses in. He is thick as he forces your pussy to accommodate his bigger size. He presses his forehead to yours, needy to share some soft intimacy with you.

"Princesa, ya no eres una pequeña virgen." (Princess, you aren't a little virgin anymore.) He says softly, his coffee brown eyes gentle as they take in your fuck-out state. He chuckles before starting to fuck you, fucking you until your greedy pussy was satisfied.

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate.

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Could you write for Gavi taking care of reader after a surgery and like it really hurts

Care

Ofc! I love this idea very much <3

"I can get it!" you tried reaching for the remote on the table feeling immediate pain in the area of your stomach where you still had your fresh post surgery stitches.

"What are you doing!? I got it amor!" Pablo was quick to stop you grabbing the remote and placing it into your lap before sitting besides you hating to see that beautiful face of your scrunched up in pain. Pablo badly wished he could take all that pain away and feel it instead of you...

"It hurts so bad Pablito.." you whined with tears that collected in your eyes slowly falling down your cheeks and he quickly scooped you in his arms carrying you to the bedroom.

You rested comfortably against him while his hands went underneath your pajama shirt to rest of your wound gently while his lips left soft kisses on top of your head.

"Do you want me to put some of that cream on that helped last time bonita? Hm?" he said but you were in too much pain that was causing a numbing headache in that moment to answer.

"Tell your Pablito what you need, mi vida" he said again and you smiled weakly nodding your head to his request but when he tried to get up to grab the cream from the bathroom you wouldn't let go.

"I will be right back, I promise..and then we can lay here as long as you want okay?" he said packing your lips and you finally let him go and he rushed to return quickly with the cream in his hands.

"Alright, raise your shirt mi amor" he said and you did as he asked reveling the stitched up wound that he observed for a few seconds before smiling and moving his head slowly towards your stomach to leave a few soft kisses against it.

Your hands went into his hair while he was softly kissing around your wound and a smile found its way back to your face again. Pablo was so sweet and gentle with you making you feel that much better.

He looked up smiling while you still played with his hair returning a smile. He then sat up opening the cream and getting some on his fingers before softly applying over your wound.

You hissed as it always first made the pain worse by freezing the wound but over a few minutes it completely numbed the area and you would feel relief. Pablo knew that so he was telling you words of reassurance while applying the cream carefully.

"Shh it's okay mi preciosa..I know it hurts..just breathe okay..slow breaths" he was sitting next to you letting you get comfortable and when you laid your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat he held you there whispering sweet nothing into your ear.

"Ow..h..urts me!" you were sobbing from the pain and Pablo knew he had to distract you while medication too its time to start working.

"Mi amor..do you know what I want to have in the future?" he said and you looked up with your eyes still filled with tears but now curiosity overcame your thoughts. What did he want?

"I want a Jr...a little boy I can teach how to play fútbol or a little girl I would let braid my hair because she would be mi princesa pequeña..or both? If you agree of course?" he said and your heart was beating fast that Pablo was talking about having a family with you in the future..it was very special to hear him say that.

"Ah..um..which one..f..first?" your voice was still shaken up from the pain but he smiled that you wanted the same thing he did knowing that one day these dreams will come true.

"That can be your choice preciosa but our little Gavi will be right here in your tummy a few years…” Pablo said kissing the top of your head touching your stomach and you smiled nuzzling your nose further into his neck taking in his familiar musk that made you feel safe.

"I always wanted to give you a son..one that would be a mini version of you Pablito..have your kind eyes..fluffy hair and those adorable bushy eyebrows" you said and he smiled blushing a little at the thought of having a son with you..it was such a dream and he couldn't wait for it to become reality when you both get older.

"He would surely go to La Masia if he likes fútbol like his papi" Pablo said and you smiled nodding your head and kissing his neck lovingly while he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly.

"They gave me a second family..something I will forever cherish" Pablo said and you could tell he was nostalgic looking up as his eyes met yours for a moment of silence.

"And they raised a good man..one that is so kind hearted and giving..I'm proud of you amor" you say and he smiled leaning down to kiss you noticing that most of your tension was gone which meant medication started to work.

"Does it hurt a little less preciosa?" Pablo checked and you smiled nodding your head while resting your hand on your stomach sighing in relief.

"Thank you for distracting me while the pain passed amor..although I kinda hope you meant what you said?" you said and he smiled pulling you closer and placing his lips on yours gently.

"Of course I did! We are going to have a beautiful family one day, mi vida and I promise to take care of you and our little ones" he said and you kissed him against snaking your arms around his neck before holding his face and kissing his nose.

"You will be an amazing dad one day Pablito.." you said making him smile and pull you closer so you can boy lay down and fall asleep dreaming about your shared future.

Hope you like it <3

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isabelagoth444 · 4 months

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Tarot/ Quién es el amor de tu vida? 💕

Hola a todos y bienvenidos a este nuevo pick a card!🥰 Esta lectura va enfocada principalmente para personas solteras o con nadie especial en su vida actualmente, si tu ya tienes pareja esta lectura no es para ti. Espero que disfrutes de la lectura y que resuene contigo, acuérdate de quedarte con lo que resuene para ti y dejar lo que no, es una lectura general y no todo va a ser específicamente igual, para una lectura privada tienes el link mas abajo.

Toma aire y observa las imágenes y elige la que mas llame tu atención, a continuación dale a leer mas en la parte de abajo y busca tu grupo.

Lecturas privadas aquí

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Barajas utilizadas: oráculo woodland wardens, tarot enchanted love, astrodados y oráculo romance angels

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Grupo 1/ Grupo 2

Grupo 3/ Grupo 4

Grupo 1:

(Cartas: mofeta y magnolia, mapache y sicómoro/ rey de gemas, torre, sol, as de rosas, princesa de rosas/ cáncer, júpiter, casa 7/ jovialidad, conversaciones de corazón)

El amor de tu vida es alguien con mucha predisposición a la espiritualidad o a estar conectadx con un poder mayor, veo que espiritualmente está muy protegidx sea consciente o no de esto. Es alguien con muchas ganas de experimentar y satisfacer su curiosidad, seguramente le apasione viajar y conocer nuevos lugares y culturas, tiene una naturaleza aventurera a la misma vez que realista, como alguien que disfruta de nuevas experiencias para nutrit su mente y alma gracias a ellas. A pesar de su inquietud por conocer y expandirse, el amor de tu vida disfruta de tener los pies sobre la tierra y pensar con racionalidad, no es alguien propenso a la fantasía sino mas enfocadx a afrontar la realidad tal y como viene, aun así también tiene su lado salvaje solo que sabe mantener un buen equilibrio. Esta persona está muy enfocada en su carrera profesional, veo que hace algo que realmente le gusta y apasiona, seguramente su trabajo tenga que ver con ayudar o enseñar a otros como un psicólogo o maestro, aunque diría mas que psicólogo o terapeuta por las cartas que salieron, ya que parece que da apoyo y guía a personas que están en momentos de crisis. Esta persona es mayor que tu, seguramente haya una pequeña diferencia de edad o simplemente esta persona tiene una profunda madurez que le hace aparentar mas mayor de lo que es, sea como sea, no veo que sea un inconveniente para ninguno de los dos con respecto a esto. El amor de tu vida es tu alma gemela, desde el primer momento que os conozcáis los dos vais a sentir una gran conexión y química que será la confirmación para saber que es tu persona por destino, va a haber mucha pasión desde el principio y seguramente os atreváis a hacer cosas justos que no hubieseis hecho con otras personas, también vais a sentir desde un principio que podéis confiar el uno en el otro.

El amor de tu vida tiene muy claras las cosas, es alguien con mucha energía masculina por lo que disfrutará de protegerte, proveer y cuidar independientemente de su género. Es alguien con una visión mas bien tradicional que busca matrimonio y formar una familia, también está muy dispuestx a cumplir su rol en la relación y hacerse cargo de todo lo que haga falta, el amor de tu vida parece disfrutar muchísimo de tomar la responsabilidad y hacerse cargo de las cosas para hacerte sentirte mas relajadx y que no tengas nada de lo que preocuparte. Los dos vais a mantener la chispa de la relación incluso con el transcurso de los años, vais a compartir un vinculo muy profundo que solo ustedes dos seréis capaces de entender. Veo que el pasar tiempo de calidad juntos y una buena comunicación serán las bases de la pareja y que esto os dará mucha mas complicidad e intimidad emocional, seguramente viajéis mucho y conozcáis el mundo juntos a lo largo de vuestra relación.

Grupo 2:

(Cartas: búho y lúpulo, gallo y girasol/ 10 de gemas, 8 de caracolas inv, 7 de gemas inv, 4 de rosas, 10 de caracolas, princesa de caracolas/ aries, sol, casa 6/ dejarlo estar, vale la pena esperar)

El amor de tu vida es alguien que ya conoces pero con quien nunca has tenido nada romántico, ya os habéis visto antes o al menos sabéis de la existencia del otro aunque nunca haya pasado nada, lo que si veo es que habéis hablado y que ha habido química entre ambos, como que ya ha habido interacción aunque no haya sido demasiada. Ésta es una persona físicamente muy atractiva pero su rasgo mas magnético es su calma y sabiduría, es una persona muy tranquila y reflexiva, tal vez resulte un poco callado o reservado de primeras pero tiene un gran mundo interior que solo muestra cuando se siente en confianza. El amor de tu vida es alguien que ha pasado por muchas dificultades a lo largo de su vida pero que ha salido de todas ellas triunfante y esa resiliencia le ha hecho ganarse el respeto de la gente que le conoce, ha tenido que pasar por muchas frustraciones y ha tenido que hacer unos cuantos sacrificios para poder ser la persona que es a día de hoy, sobre todo en temas de amor parece haber sufrido mucho en el pasado. A esta persona le salieron el 10 de caracolas (copas) y 10 de gemas (oros) por lo que 1010 puede ser un numero significativo para ti o una señal cuando lo veas para hacerte ver que estás en el camino de unirte con el amor de tu vida, también estos números indican que tu persona ya ha cerrado o está en el proceso de cerrar ciclos con su pasado. El amor de tu vida es una persona muy romántica con ganas de dar mas que de recibir, es alguien que ha superado muchas pruebas por si solo y está preparadx para compartir su vida y éxito con su alma gemela, realmente tiene mucho que ofrecer y se muere de ganas de tener la oportunidad para hacerlo, lo único es que parece tener dificultades para abrirse rápidamente y requiere de un tiempo extra para conectar y sentirse totalmente cómodo al lado de alguien, las relaciones superficiales, los rollos de una noche o los amigos con derechos no van con tu persona.

Parece que lo único que quiere el amor de tu vida es alguien con quien poder ser y expresarse libremente tal cual es, alguien que le apoye, que le anime y le de tanto amor como él está dispuesto a dar. Es alguien muy cariñosx y detallista, dar regalos puede ser su forma de expresar amor, también siento que actos de servicio es bastante relevante aquí, como que disfruta de hacer mas fácil la vida de la persona que ama. Por las cartas que le salieron en el oráculo te diría que tu persona puede tardar un poquito en llegar todavía porque se encuentra en un momento de purga y purificación, está soltando cargas del pasado que le estaban impidiendo avanzar, intenta no pensar mucho en el tema y enfócate en tus asuntos por el momento, el amor de tu vida necesita este tiempo para sanar su alma, además de que ahora mismo hay una intervención divina muy fuerte ayudandole a soltar, solo dale un poco de tiempo mientras te centras en lo tuyo.

Grupo 3:

(Cartas: alce y fresno, polilla y eucalipto, caballo y campanilla azul/ princesa de rosas inv, 6 de rosas, rey de rosas, as de rosas, sacerdote, 2 de gemas/ ascorpio, júpiter, casa 2/ coqueteo, química)

Hay muchísimas cartas de rosas (bastos) aquí! Los bastos son energía de fuego por lo que el amor de tu vida puede tener este elemento dominante en su carta astral o tener el sol en un signo de fuego (aries, leo y sagitario). Solo con esas cartas puedo decir que el amor de tu vida es una persona muy pasional, con grandes cantidades de energía y seguramente una líbido muy alta también, puede que esto sea una señal de que es una persona muy sexual o sexualmente muy atractivx, también siento que es una persona muy deportista y que le gusta cuidar su cuerpo. Lo único malo que resaltaría dde esta persona es que parece haber evitado el compromiso en su pasado y que ha preferido ir de flor en flor, un poquito energía de fuckboy, la verdad, puede que esto venga de un miedo inconsciente a mostrarse vulnerable. El amor de tu vida tiene un caracter fuerte y resiliente, dificilmente se rinde o deja intimidar ante la adversidad, parece incluso que disfruta de los retos porque le reafirman cuando llos supera y le hace sentirse mas fuerte y capaz. Es una persona valiente que no le teme a lo desconocido ni a la incertidumbre, a pesar de que haya mucho fuego en su lectura también siento una energía muy escorpiana. A pesar de todo, esta persona está cambiando sus hábitos y mentalidad, seguramente sea mayor que tu y esté empezando a pensar a largo plazo y en sentar la cabeza, en temas de valores es alguien que tira mas a lo tradicional y que busca crear su propia familia, también parece muy decididx a aceptar el compromiso que puede haber estado evadiendo en el pasado, con el dos de gems veo que se está dando un cambio significativo en su forma de ver las relaciones y lo que quiere para su futuro.

El amor de tu vida es alguien que realmente quiere vincularse con alguien y amar incondicionalmente pero que se ha topado con muchas personas superficiales en el pasado que no han sarisfecho su necesidad de profundidad emocional, a nivel mas espiritual, ha estado lidiando con personas kármicas en vex de con almas gemela. Escorpio es un signo que puede llegar a intimidar pero no hay nadie mas leal que un escorpio, con Jupiter y la casa 2 solo resalta su deseo de formar su propia familia y crear un hogar con la persona de sus sueños, además de mantenerse fiel a sus valores. Cuando aparezcas en su vida no lo va a dudar, va a ir a por ti con toda la artilleria, va a sentir la chispa desde el principio y se va a lanzar porque contigo va a sentir algo que no había sentido antes, le vas a transmitir una confianza que no había sentido previamente, como encontrar su hogar, para ti, esta persona será como tu chispa en la vida, te animará a tomar riesgos y dejar de preocuparte tanto por las cosas, a su lado vas a poder relajarte y simplemente disfrutar. Va a haber mucho coqueteo y diversión en vuestra relación, esta energía desenfadada os va a acompañar desde el principio y será la base de la relación, los dos vais a confiar plenamente en el otro.

Grupo 4:

(Cartas: mariquita y guisante de olor, trucha y lirio de los valles, caracol y arándano/ as de gemas, as de alas, 7 de caracolas, rueda de la fortuna, princesa de gemas inv, 9 de caracolas/ capricornio, nodo norte, casa 1/ dale una oportunidad a la relación, boda)

Para empezar, tu ya conoces a esta persona y ya ha habido un acercamiento, sobre todo por parte de esta persona, pero parece que no estés muy segurx o que esta persona no te termine de convencer por alguna razón, tal vez no es el tipo de persona en la que te fijarías de primeras o simplemente hay algo que no te permite confiar del todo, si es la segunda opción, no es porque esta persona esté haciendo nada para causarte inseguridades, es algo que tienes que resolver tu para poder abrirte en relaciones sanas. Esta persona es el amor de tu vida, pero solo si se lo permites, alguien con muchas ganas de hacerte feliz y dar mucho amor, esta persona cree en las almas gemelas y tiene una gran inteligencia emocional, parece también que tiene un muy buen control sobre sus emociones. Esta persona te ve como su persona de ensueño, realmente no tiene ojos para nadie mas, contigo siente que ha alcanzado lo máximo en la vida, aquí hay sentimientos puros y sinceros, es alguien que está dispuesto a lo que sea con tal de que lo aceptes y le permitas demostrarte lo mucho que está dispuesto a ofrecer en todos los aspectos. Esta persona tiene un estilo de vida cómodo, el dinero le fluye muchísimo y parece disfrutar mucho de su profesión aunque con la princesa de gemas invertida siento que puede tener ciertos complejos sobre su apariencia física, por eso se ha enfocado tanto en tener éxito laboral para tener algo que ofrecer mas allá de su apariencia. De resto parece tener su vida bien organizada y tener las cosas claras, como que ahora mismo se encuentra en una posición muy estable donde tiene todas sus necesidades satisfechas salvo por una relación romántica, mas allá de eso, con la rueda de la fortuna, se ve que a esta persona la suerte le acompaña en todo lo que hace y esto suele ser sinónimo de ser una buena persona.

El consejo que te da el oráculo es que le des una oportunidad a esta persona, no quiere decir que te lances a una relación con ojos cerrados, sino que poco a poco le vayas conociendo y haciéndote una idea de que clase de persona es y si sus valores y personalidad compagina contigo. Seguro que te sorprenderá para bien porque la siguiente carta anuncia boda, por lo que esta persona está buscando compromiso serio y te lo hará saber desde un primer momento, es como que quiere darte a entender que no quiere que malgastes tu tiempo sino que sepas que puedes esperar de esta persona. Por lo que dicen los dados, esta persona no solo está dispuestx a tratarte con amor y devoción sino que también parece bastante predispuestx a ayudarte con tus sueños y metas, cualquier proyecto que tengas en mente ésta persona quiere ayudarte a conseguirlo, es alguien que te motivará y dará claridad, sobre todo si es alguna meta laboral. Por lo general, se le ve como una persona con un corazón honesto, que tiene mucho que ofrecer y que haría cualquier cosa por la persona que ama, si decides tener algo con esta persona que sepas que es para un compromiso para toda la vida

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only-girlss · 3 months

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holaaa!! estuve leyendo tus historias, y me encanta como escribes, tu trabajo es muy bueno :)) quería saber si podías hacer algo para Fran: no sé por qué, pero desde que lo vi no dejo de pensarlo como uno de esos que frente a todo el mundo trata a su s/o como a una princesa, pero cuando están solos es todo lo contrario, tipo súper dominante y así, y nadie nunca se lo imaginaría pq Fran es tan soft y precioso, pero si supieran,,,🫣

Francisco Romero - Innocent.

☆`~Advertencias: Smut. Sexo sin protección. Malas palabras.

Vos y Fran se conocían desde la secundaria. Si bien en aquel momento no eran lo más unidos, compartían el grupo de amigos.

Una vez que esta etapa terminó, cada cual se fue por su lado. Y por alguna razón, ustedes siguieron en contacto, generalmente por llamadas y mensajes, pero muy de vez en cuando se veían. Todo dependía de sus clases y trabajos.

Y así fue como pasaron de ser compañeros que se llevaban bien, a los mejores amigos.

Era raro ver a uno sin el otro, nunca se pelearon enserio, y si se peleaban no duraban ni 3 horas distanciados. El chico te conocía como la palma de su mano, sabía lo que te gustaba comer y lo que no, sabía cómo tratarte cuando estabas en tus días, sabía hasta que marca de maquillaje usabas para regalartela.

Durante su amistad, ambos tuvieron uno que otro novio o novia, pero fueron cosas pasajeras. Excepto por esa vez hace años sufriste mucho por amor, tanto que te habías alejado completamente de la idea de tener novio. Desde entonces habían sido él y vos.

La gente a menudo sugería qué tenían que salir, qué harían linda pareja, y blablabla.

Pero ustedes siempre se negaban, riéndose. Ninguno veía al otro con ojos de amor. Creo.

Eran más de las 7 de la tarde, el sol ya se estaba ocultando de a poco, cosa rara debido qué estaban en pleno verano.

'El clima Argentino' pensaste.

De igual manera hacia tanto calor como siempre. Te estabas cambiando, te pusiste unos shorts de tiro bajo con una remera musculosa.

Ya tenias que ir yendo para la casa de Francisco. Enseguida llamaste un taxi y le diste las indicaciones.

No vivían tan lejos, pero tampoco tan cerca como para ir caminando. Siempre odiaste la distancia entre sus alquileres. Pero era la excusa perfecta para hacer pijamada.

Desde que Fran empezó su papel en La sociedad de la nieve, vos asististe a cada uno de los momentos del rodaje (A los que te permitían).

Así que conocías bien a los chicos, los amigos de Fran.

Estabas yendo a su casa ya que se había organizado una pequeña juntada casual entre todos. No eran más de 5 y solo iban a charlar y tomar.

Una vez que llegaste y pagaste al taxista, entraste a la casa. Tenias tus propias llaves, así de increíble la confianza.

Miraste al patio y notaste que ya estaban todos: Juani, Blas, Matías, Agus y Pipe.

Apenas te vieron, se levantaron de las reposeras y te saludaron.

- Yo también los extrañé chiquitos, ahora ¿Dónde está Fran?

- Justo recién salió, fue a comprar hielo. Respondió Juani.

Ya habían empezado a tomar, cada uno con una birra en la mano.

-Dale, voy a buscar una cerveza. Dijiste.

Fuiste a la cocina, buscando las latas. Agarraste la primera que viste, decepcionada. No era de la marca que te gustaba. Eras super mañosa.

En eso, alguien abrió la puerta.

-Holaaa. Fran había llegado con una bolsa de hielos. Y en su mano tenía una cerveza, de las que si te gustaban.

Enseguida lo abrazaste y saludaste.

Dejó la bolsa en el frezzer y te dio la lata.

Sonreíste encantada y le diste un beso en el cachete.

- Gracias por cumplir mis caprichos.

Fran solo sonrió contento.

Fueron rápidamente afuera y empezaron a hablar con el grupo.

La noche cayó y todos habían tomado bastante. Hubieron charlas tontas, chistes estúpidos, pero faltaba algo...

- Nena ¿verdad o reto? Dijo Agustín, leyéndote la mente.

- Verdad.

- Uy qué aburrida, aver... ¿Es verdad qué Bayona te tiró onda?

Casi escupís tu bebida. Todos se empezaron a reír.

- ¿Qué? Noo ¿De donde sacaste eso? Que enfermo sos.

Todos seguían tentados.

- Aver, Juani ¿Verdad o reto? Dijiste.

Y así continuó la noche, con retos qué podían terminar muy mal, y verdades que los hacían mearse de la risa.

- Fran? Ya sabes como va la cosa. Dijo un muy ebrio Blas.

- Verdad.

- ¿Es verdad que sos virgen?

Todos se rieron bajito, pero Fran estaba confundido ¿De donde habían sacado eso?

- No ¿Por qué?

- Bueno nunca te vimos hablar de tu vida sexual, es eso nomas. Además es raro pensarte cogiendo a alguien. Contestó Felipe.

Enseguida Francisco se puso serio.

- Pero gor, no lo dice de malo, sino que sos muy inocente como para cogerte a alguien, ¿Entendés? Dijiste intentando que no se sintiera incomodo.

'Y era verdad, el chico parecía un nene después de comer su golosina favorita, nadie se lo había imaginado nunca en medio del apareamiento' pensaste.

- Pero te estoy diciendo que si lo hice. Dijo sonriendo. Te lo juro.

- ¿Ah si? ¿Cuando fue la última vez que cogiste? Preguntó Agus.

- AGUSTÍN LAIN, ¿QUÉ ES ESA PREGUNTA? Gritaron vos y Juani al mismo tiempo.

Después se rieron.

Todos esperaban la respuesta de Fran, la cual nunca llegó. El chico solo se puso rojo y sonreía tontamente.

- Creo que todos sabemos lo que significa eso. Dijo Felipe riéndose. Pero esta vez se reía solo. Blas le dio un codazo, diciendo que se callara.

Todos podían notar incomodidad en Fran, estaba rojo y le temblaban las manos.

Este se disculpó y dijo que ya tenía sueño, total cualquier cosa vos te quedabas a cargo.

No lo detuviste, tampoco los chicos.

No pasaron ni 5 minutos para que todos se vayan. Dejaste todo más o menos impecable y cerraste la puerta. Te ibas a quedar a dormir.

No era algo raro que te quedes, incluso sin preguntar. Siempre dormías con Fran pero no sabias si iba a estar bien esta vez.

Quisiste ir a su habitación a hablarle y decirle que no tenía porque mentir, que no tenía nada de malo ser virgen. Pero en el camino escuchaste ciertos ruidos.

Te asomaste por la puerta mal cerrada y lo viste, tal como te lo imaginaste.

Estaba Fran, abierto de piernas mientras se masturbaba fuertemente.

Creíste que como después de todo lo que había pasado, lo ibas a encontrar durmiendo o llorando o algo así.

Pero ni cerca.

No quisiste interrumpir pero tenías que. Además esa rara sensación en tu entrepierna al verlo no te dejaba pensar bien.

Tocaste la puerta, haciéndote la tonta.

Escuchaste movimiento del otro lado de la puerta, y un segundo después Fran te dio permiso para entrar.

Estaba sentado en el borde de la cama, se veía agitado pero lo ignoraste.

- ¿Estás bien? Dijiste haciendote la tonta sobre lo que acababas de ver.

- De diez ¿Por qué?

- Gor, no tiene nada de malo ser virgen, no dejes que te jodan. Dijiste sería.

Pero Fran solo se rio despacito.

-Nena, ya te dije que no soy virgen.

Estabas confundida, entendías el porque les mentía a los demás ¿Pero a vos?

- No entiendo, ¿Por qué no contestaste? o ¿Por qué te fuiste?

Fran se puso rojito de nuevo.

-Es complicado. Dijo, así nomas, seco.

- ¿Por qué no me decís? Creí que nos decíamos todo Fran. Preguntaste sería.

Francisco solo suspiró y cerró los ojos.

-Prometeme que no le decís a nadie.

Asentiste, desesperada por la curiosidad.

-No soy virgen, tuve sexo en varias ocasiones, pero hace años que no puedo, y me daba vergüenza decirlo frente a todos.

- ¿De qué hablás? ¿Cómo que no podés?

Escuchaste a Fran respirar profundo, y cuando exaló, lo dijo.

- No se me para.

Te sorprendió lo que dijo. Te estaba mintiendo, hace 5 minutos vos viste claramente que la tenía más que parada.

Decidiste confesar.

-Fran, no mientas, te acabo de ver masturbándote.

-Si ya sé. Esa confesion si te sorprendió. Ahora sí que no entendias nada.

- ¿Entonces?

- Hace mucho tiempo que no se me para con otra mujer, únicamente sucede pensándote a vos. Y te juro que intento que no pase, últimamente lo tenía controlado bastante bien. Pero hoy... Me dolía, necesitaba tocarme porque dolía demasiado. Así que solo me fui.

Te quedaste sin palabras.

-Perdón si te incomodé, yo también estoy preocupado. Te miró serio.

Solo pudiste unir tus labios con los suyos como respuesta.

Fue un beso suave, necesitado. Sus bocas encastraban perfectamente. Hubo armonía.

Pero de repente Francisco te agarró de la cadera y te sentó arriba suyo. Hubo un cambio drástico en el ambiente. Estabas frente a él con una pierna a cada lado de su entrepierna. Te obligó a sentarte completamente, sintiendo su bulto.

- ¿Entendés lo que digo?

Asentiste tontamente, desesperada por seguir con el beso. Pero está vez fue violento y salvaje.

Empezó a tocarte por abajo de la remera, sacándote poco a poco la prenda. Quedando encantado al ver tus pechos semidesnudos.

Empezó a repetir besos, mientras intentaba quitar el broche del corpiño. Le temblaban las manos de la emoción.

Una vez fuera, empezó a chupar tu pezón izquierdo, intercalando besos y mordidas.

Vos, fascinada, agarraste su cabeza, empujandola más hacia vos, sin querer que se separe.

Después fue y le dio atención al otro pecho. Vos necesitabas más, querías verlo.

-Sacate esto. Mientras tironeabas de su remera.

Él rio por tu necesidad y te ayudó a retirarse la ropa.

Tocabas su cuerpo con mucho deseo, amabas su piel tan clara.

Bajaste tu mano por su abdomen, llegando a la parte más baja, donde metiste la mano en sus pantalones.

Lo tocaste, y si qué estaba duro. Tenía la punta empapada de preseme.

-Porfavor Francisco, cogeme. Te sorprendiste ante tus propias palabras pero ya no importaba.

- Obvio hermosa, pero antes...

Y te dio la vuelta, ahora estabas arriba suyo, ambos sentados en la punta de la cama. La diferencia fue que le diste la espalda.

Él empezó a tocar tu estómago, bajando lentamente la mano. Ya sabias lo que estaba por venir.

Te tiraste sobre su pecho, doblando tu espalda, mientras repartía besos por tu cuello. Acercándose a tu oído, susurró:

- Te quiero preparar, te necesito bien estirada.

Ambos sabían que era mentira, solo quería jugar un poco con vos.

Te abriste de piernas para el, gimiendo con antelación.

Sus manos bajaron tus pantalones, pero te dejó las bragas.

- Dios mio, mirate, mojando toda la bombacha, qué chica tan sucia eh.

En mil años hubieras creído que Francisco era así en la cama. Vos siempre lo creíste super tierno, de esos que lo hacen con cuidado y miedo a partirte. Pero no.

Francisco quería partirte.

Bajo la mano, tocando tu calor por encima de la molesta tela. Vos solo gemiste.

Simulaba embestidas y pasaba sus largos y blancos dedos por encima de tu clitoris vestido. Era tan desesperante.

Querías el contacto directamente.

Vos solo gemías tontamente, ese chico te iba a matar.

Una vez que tu única prenda estaba totalmente mojada, decidió moverla a un costado, por fin metiendo sus dígitos.

Tal acción te sacó un grito y él rápidamente, con su mano libre, te agarró el cuello. No podías respirar.

Amaba ver como te retorcias en su agarre. Como intentabas hablar y no podías, como tus pliegues empapados se tragaban tres de sus dedos sin problema, pero apretandolos tanto.

Estabas tan cerca del orgasmo, y él lo sabia, así que sacó sus dedos y comenzó a frotar con toda su palma en tu clitoris. Sentiste que te ibas a orinar.

- No, Fran pará, me voy a hacer pis. En respuesta, el mencionado solo empezó a hacer sus movimientos más fuertes y rápidos.

Las lágrimas llenaban tu cara. Y cuando sentiste que no podías aguantar más, cerraste los ojos.

Veías luces, escuchaste gemidos, tanto de tu parte como de Fran. Y querías abrir los ojos, ver que estaba pasando, pero no podías.

Cuando todo terminó, ese gran ardor en tu parte baja fue disminuyendo. Y pudiste abrir los ojos.

Estaba todo mojado.

Tanto las sábanas abajo tuyo, como el pantalón de Fran, y una parte del piso.

- Chorreaste nena. Dijo Fran después de chupar los dedos con los que te tocó.

Vos apenas lo creías, era la primera vez que alguien te provocaba un squirt, y eso que solo había usado sus manos.

Te acomodaste, avergonzada.

Estabas toda sudorosa, y cada vez que te movías sentías tus piernas temblar.

Fran te tranquilizó, acostandote en el centro de la cama. Repartiendo besitos tiernos por toda tu cara.

-Yo me encargo de limpiar. Dijo.

- Pará ¿Y vos? Dijiste, refiriéndote a que él no había acabado. O eso pensabas.

Ambos miraron su entrepierna, sus pantalones grises tenían tanto fluidos tuyos como de él, te dabas cuenta por la consistencia.

- Y bueno nena, te movías mucho. Dijo guiñandote el ojo, divertido.

Trajo una toalla y enseguida se puso a limpiarte.

- Fran...

- ¿Si?

- No me cogiste. Dijiste haciendo puchero.

- ¿Estás jodiendo? Dijo sin creer tu resistencia.

- Si, te estoy cargando, en realidad no doy más. Dijiste riéndo poquito. Pero lo vas a hacer ¿No? Me lo debés. Dijiste eso pensando que capaz era algo de una vez.

Fran soltó una carcajada qué te hizo sonreir.

- Obvió nena, las veces que quieras.

Dicho esto, tiró la toalla arriba de una silla y te acomodó bien para dormir.

Te dió un par de besitos antes de abrazarte. La diferencia de trato qué te había dado en ambas situaciones. Hacia mucho contraste.

- Los chicos no tienen idea de nada... Dijiste susurrando.

Y ambos rieron.

Xoxo - Emma.

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