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daydreamerwonderkid · 8 months

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Me, after doing 15 minutes of excessive googling on every Batfam member's birthday only to then realize I've accidentally missed the majority of them this year, and then also finding out that people are still aggressively debating over whether Bruce's birthday is April 7 or February 19, Dick's birthday happens 3-6x throughout the year, and Stephanie might have just popped into existence for all that DC cares:

Batfam birthday dates btw for anyone who needs them are listed beneath the cut:

DISCLAIMER: DC is notorious for being super inconsistent with everything and I am a mere tadpole caught in the tidal wave of DC's ocean. This post will be regularly updated with edits and corrections so please do not use it as word of law, I am begging you.

Update (8/24/23): To keep things more simple and easier for everyone I am going to start categorizing the birth dates I've collected into 3 categories.

-Most popular: Self-explanatory. These are the birth dates that have been canonized and confirmed by DC and are also more wildly celebrated by the fandom. Typically, this should be the first result you see when you google the character's birthday. But not always because DC sucks ass.

-Other date(s): These are the additional birth dates I come across that have been canonized in some form with multiple sources, but are not as wildly celebrated or popularized by DC and/or the fandom. Why am I including them here? Mostly because I don't want people coming in saying I forgot a date. But also because if I have to see this mess, then y'all have too as well.

-Potential but unconfirmed date(s): This is where I will put all the other additional dates I find, but specifically those that are lacking in complete sources or seem to be highly debated and scrutinized.

Also fun emoji ranking guide for me and me alone:

👑👑: Queen Shit. Characters with a consistent and simple birth date(s). Can absolutely do no wrong.

👑😮‍💨: In the Running. Characters who don't have a set birth date, but the mess is minor and completely DC's fault. They shouldn't have to be punished for DC's crimes.

🤡🤡: Gtfo. Shit is so inconsistent and stupidly messy that it's making me lose my shit. I'm putting DC and the characters on trial for this bullshit.

👑Alfred Pennyworth👑

Most popular: August 18

Other date(s): June 27 or August 10

Potential but unconfirmed date(s): September 19 (fml)

(Yes, I'm including Terry, fuck you lol

Also SERIOUSLY WTF is up with so many of these August birthdays!!!! Fuck, was everyone just getting crazy BUSY in November!!!! What's going on in the DC universe that is making November of all months the HORNY MONTH????!!!!)

(Mini update ((8/18/23)): Well, I just found out that apparently June 27th 2023 is also a highly debated birth date for Terry. As is August 10 2023/2024 and August 18 2023/2024. I even saw a mention of September 19 2023, but I don't know how credible that source actually is. I'm just putting it here because I'm losing my mind and I don't want someone to pop in and say I forgot it omfg I'm dying

I'm just ... why? Why is it so hard to just commit to one month and one date. I'm not even concerned about the exact year. Just commit to ONE, man.

Excuse me while I march over to DC HQ and burn the whole place to the ground iswtfg)

Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on any of these. I have a massive headache now and am open to any suggestions or clarifications y'all have to offer.

Also, I'm going to fist fight Dick in a Denny's parking lot.

Update (8/17/23): So a mini post that I meant to use as a way to vent how insane Dick was making me somehow blew up way more than I ever expected it to, and now I feel obligated to clarify again that I am open to any corrections and additional info that anyone has to offer.

I'm saying this because I've noticed people reblogging this post for actual Batfam bday references and someone already pointed out I fucked up Tim's bday and now I feel bad for everyone who reblogged this post prior to that edit.

It's probably just the anxiety talking, but yeah I just wanted to put that out there.

Also justice for Stephanie Brown! She deserves to have her own special day and if I have to bully DC into giving her a canon birthday, then you bet your ass I fucking will.

(And to all of y'all who are encouraging Dick to keep running his side scam business, I just have this to say: There's an empty Denny's parking lot somewhere out there just waiting for you, too lol)

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drewsbuzzcut · 3 months

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Champion In The Bed

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (very little spanking, teasing, and slightly edited) let me know if I missed anything

takes place February 2024

You follow Mat’s gaze as you’re sitting, straddling his lap and leaning back on your hands. He ogles your jersey and backwards cap clad form, and it’s not just any jersey, it’s his all star skills jersey. The material hangs off your body as it’s too big for you, but it does a nice job at hiding your black lingerie. His eyes pick up on the way you come off shy, but your fingers fiddling with his happy trail tells him otherwise. His hands rub your thighs and he subtly goes higher until they’re hidden under the jersey. Your body breaks out in chills just from his touch alone.

Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. It’s obvious that it’s Mat’s goal to tease you until you’re at your wits end. You attempt remaining stoic so he doesn’t know just how bad you want him, but each time he licks his lips or lets his eyes dip down to your covered up cunt, you feel your resolve start to disappear. It doesn’t help that he’s completely naked underneath you. His length stands at attention, waiting to be touched by you.

“Maty,” you whisper and softly adjust yourself so you’re leaning in closer to him.

“What, pretty girl?” He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear after pulling his cap off your head, and you so badly want to suck his fingers into your mouth.

“I’m so proud of you. My hotshot, hockey boyfriend who is an all star. Fuck the skills comp, at least you can get me to cum. Plus, you looked so sexy in your jersey,” you whisper the praise in his ear, nipping at the lobe to get a small moan out of him.

“Not as sexy as you look in it,” he compliments as the tip of his nose trails along a vein in your neck. Your smooth, sweet perfume consumes him.

“Let me show you how proud I am. Let me ride you,” you plead, letting your lips on his jaw persuade him. You slip his cap back onto his head, backwards of course. He’s the hottest person you’ve ever seen, and it makes you insanely wet, you can feel it pooling in your underwear.

Your hips start to move on top of him, but his hands quickly land on your hips to halt your movements. You let out a disappointed huff that makes him chuckle.

“I thought this was about me?” He tuts and you nod your head in agreement.

“Then you’re going to be my good girl and wait until I’m ready for you to show me just how proud you are,” he chastises with a spank delivered to your ass. You let out a faint moan and throw your head back in frustration. He’s touching you but not enough and not where you need him most.

He lifts the jersey halfway up your torso, fingertips gliding over your soft skin. He unveils your see through, lacy panties. You notice the way his jaw clenched and the way his hands gripped the jersey tighter. He is having a tough time, too.

“As much as I love you wearing my jersey, I prefer you naked,” he grabs your chin, lips encompassing yours.

Your hands press into his chest. The feeling of his strong muscles drives you crazy. He slowly pulls the jersey off of you, watching the way you shiver and the way your nipples grow hard.

“Fuck. Look at you. My girl is so sexy.”

He presses a kiss to your neck and softly sucks on your skin until his mark is left behind. His lips move down to the tops of your breasts while he thumbs at your nipples over your lacy bra. You subconsciously arch into his touch, getting him to unclasp your bra expertly with one hand. He sends you a cocky smirk and a wink, and if you weren’t already soaked, that’d probably do the trick.

His thumbs tuck into the thin straps of your thong before sliding back out. He drags a finger from your bellybutton down to the top of your underwear. Before you can even figure out what he’s doing, Mat rips your thong in half.

“That was brand new,” you gasp.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll buy you a lot more when we get home,” he shushes you.

He fiddles with your “13” pendant on the chain around your neck before he pushes you to lean back like you originally were.

“Baby, please. Let me fuck you, please,” you beg as he starts to fist his cock.

He bites on his lip -something he does when he’s being a tease- and nudges your clit with his angry and leaking tip. You let out the sweetest moan and try to move your hips for some kind of friction. Sadly, he stills your movements and shoots you a warning glare. He suddenly lifts you up, pulling you closer and slipping his length in between your folds.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Make a mess,” he instructs you, guiding your hips back and forth until you start to move on your own.

Your hips start slow, trying to get used to the pleasure of this type of teasing. The more wet you become, the easier it is to grind against his length. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders for support and you let your arousal coat your boyfriend.

Your cunt practically jerks him off without him actually being inside of you, and you make sure to rub your clit against the veins of his shaft. Your pleasure drags out along his girth, moans spilling from the seam of your lips. His eyes are glued to the way you work yourself on him, feeling himself start to pulse. Your sticky slickness is a good look on him.

The look of lust that washes over your features turns him on even more, because he’s the one who’s making you feel this way.

“I think I’m going to cum,” you whisper. The pressure on your clit and the fact that Mat’s letting you make a mess on him drives you fast to an orgasm.

“Not yet,” he says, lifting your body off his lap and placing you on his thigh.

Your body is already thrumming, and your orgasm is lingering in your stomach ready to burst at Mat’s signal. You grind against his thick thigh, the hard muscle stroking your clit just right. He flexes the muscles in his thigh and then relaxes them. The action sends a vibration through you and that electricity drives you to the edge. You're barely holding onto your release, but the sensation is quickly making you crumble. You buck your hips faster and you hear the blood rushing to your ears as you continue to throb on top of him. Your wet cunt contracts around nothing and you so badly want his dick inside of you.

“Please, Maty. I need you. I want you inside of me,” you plead and he quickly hauls you off his thigh and pushes into your pussy in a quick stroke.

Your arms lock around his neck as you bounce on his cock, body on fire with how deep he hits inside of you. Your breasts sway in front of him and he shoves his face between the supple flesh. His mouth ravages your skin until you’re left a whimpering mess.

You rut up against him, screams clawing up your throat each time his tip massages your sweet spot. Your hands grab onto the bill of his cap, pulling it back to make tufts of hair stick out and stick to his forehead.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my god. Right there, baby. Fuck yes,” you let the scream rip through your entire body as heat and tingles start to spread beyond your stomach. You bounce down harder as your pussy continues to take him deeper. His hands grip your ass to try to slow you down, but the way your arousal drips down his shaft makes him lose his sanity.

“You better not cum. I can feel your little pussy squeezing down on me,” he grips your throat and speaks into your mouth as you slant your lips over his.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry, mouth opening in a loud moan during your wet kiss.

Mat abruptly pulls out of you, ignoring your whimpers as he rises to his knees. He loops his arms under your knees, picking you up so your body is completely under his control. He thrusts back into you, using his grip on your hips to slam you down on him.

“Harder,” you whine, throwing your head back. Your chest heaves and you try to match his thrusts but his grip is too tight. You’ll have delicious fingerprints on the dips of your hips later. You feel your body start to shake, your orgasm looming over you. The way Mat bulges in your stomach drags him to the brink of his orgasm.

“You’re so sexy, baby. My needy girl, you like the way my cock feels deep inside of you?” He questions cockily. He knows you're enjoying it by the way your eyes keep rolling to the back of your head and the way you quiver in his grip.

“Yes, Barzy, yes!” You shout, looking dazedly at your man. His cap sits prettily on his head, his chain bounces with his movements, and the way he glows in sweat makes you dizzy. A new flurry of fire rushes to the tips of your fingers and toes. Your pussy clenches in desire.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” he grants your wish, pounding into your boneless body.

Moans spill from his mouth as your warm, slick walls flutter around his cock and your orgasm surges through your body. Your all star looks deep into your eyes as he continues to drill into you until your nonsensical mewls become mixed with his grunts.

“Cum for me, baby,” you rasp.

He pulls out, laying you back on the bed and strokes his cock. His fist moves fast. A red flush blooming on his neck and chest as he feels his balls tighten.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. My hot ass, all star boyfriend. Just like that, baby. Cum for me,” you spur him on, circling your clit for extra motivation.

“Fuck,” he whimpers as ropes of cum squirt onto your stomach.

You scoop some of his expense with your finger and pop it into your mouth.

“I love you,” he says as you obscenely moan around your digit.

Mat pulls your finger out of your mouth and replaces it with his tongue, making you even more breathless.

“I love you, baby. I’m so proud of you,” you press a chaste kiss to his lips and chest. One hand rests on his back while your other rests on the back of his neck, fiddling with the hair hidden underneath his hat. Your legs tighten around his hips to keep him close.

“Never leave my side,” he requests, tracing the pendant of your necklace.

“Never,” you assure him, combing your fingers through his hair as he cuddles into you, head resting on your chest and a hand placed on your stomach.

There’s nothing that can be compared to this feeling.

a/n: This was written fairly quickly so sorry if it’s all over the place. Enjoy!!

#mat barzal #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal angst #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses

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javierpena-inatacvest · 7 months

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Every Inch

Summary: After feeling discouraged after trying on a pair of jeans that doesn't fit anymore, Javi shows you just how much he appreciates your body, regardless of what you think about it.

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairing: husband!Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n, reader has no physical descriptions besides the fact her jeans don't fit, because let's be honest, jeans suck no matter what size you are)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, unprotected p in v sex (be better), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise kink, body praise (Javi loves ur body holy shit), mentions of weight/negative self image/body issues, jeans being the worst (let's be honest, they are), fluff, sweetness, Javi being the best husband ever

A/N: Inspired by my own personal battle with my favorite pair of jeans and love for BLT sandwiches 🥴

Can be read alone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!

To say that Laredo, Texas had “fall” weather, was generous, to say the least. After spending all of your life in Chicago, you had grown accustomed to the change in seasons from summer to autumn meaning pants, sweaters, sweatshirts, and most of the time by mid October, a winter coat. When you first moved, people were shocked to see you wearing shorts in February, and you were equally as shocked as to why everyone wasn’t when it was 70 degrees out. You had always made fun of Javi for how terribly he handled the cold, complaining every time the temperature got low enough to even consider wearing a jacket. The first time you had brought him back to Chicago for Christmas to experience a real midwest winter, you were convinced that you could have wrapped him in an Arctic Expedition parka and he still wouldn’t have been warm enough. But now, after almost 2 years of living in Laredo, your tolerance for anything less than blazing hot had decreased significantly, signaling a change in the guard from your summer to fall attire in your closet.

It was the end of June when you and Javi had first moved into your new house, packing away anything heavier than shorts and t-shirts for later. Unfortunately, it had been long enough that later meant now. You shuffled through the things already hung in your closet, pulling out a large cardboard box labeled “warm clothes” that had been tucked in the back corner of your wardrobe since you had moved. One by one, you began pulling out pairs of jeans, jackets, and long sleeved shirts to be hung next to the rest of your clothes, grimacing to yourself at how much you had packed away in such a small box that you had forgotten about.

It wasn’t before long that your clothes were organized on their hangers, having to find ways to creatively squeeze your clothes into your side of the closet without overflowing into Javi’s equally crammed side. With everything at least in a place for now, you took a step back, nodding to yourself in satisfaction at your completed task, before you looked down to notice a crumpled pair of jeans that must have fallen out of your box when you had pulled it out.

“Oh, there they are!” You smiled to yourself as you reached down to grab the pile of denim, holding the pants up in excitement. You had been so busy putting away the rest of your clothes that you hadn’t even noticed that your favorite pair of jeans had been missing among the assorted warm weather items. Although the two of you were just planning to spend the day hanging around the house, you couldn’t help but want to change into the jeans, knowing damn well they made your ass look fantastic, and made Javi go absolutely feral. You quickly slipped off your sweatpants, tossing them into the laundry basket by your bed before stepping into the pant legs of the well worn denim, pausing for a moment as you got halfway up your thighs.

“Fuck, these are tight…” You muttered to yourself, jumping up and down to try and shimmy the pants over your hips, barley getting the denim around your waist. “C’mon, please fit, please fit…” You silently pleaded with yourself, tugging the button of your jeans across your belly, sucking in as hard as you could to loop it through the opening. As hard as you pulled and as much as you tried to push in your stomach, you knew for a fact that there was no way in hell you were getting those jeans to close, let alone fit comfortably.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You sighed, looking down at the denim now squeezing your lower half in what felt like all of the wrong places. You gave the button one last try, even though you knew it was no use.

“Motherfucker…” You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, staring at your figure with your jeans unbuttoned, your mind now seeming to find a way to pick out every single flaw you could find. The longer you stared, the wetter your eyes became, tears now streaming down your cheeks as you wrestled with your pants to get them off as quickly as possible, throwing them across the room in a messy heap. Your soft sobs only became heavier as you looked up at your open closet, wondering what else from the box you had just unpacked wasn’t going to fit you this year either.

You tried your best to take a deep breath and distract yourself from your dismay by folding the rest of Javi’s clean laundry at the end of your bed before Javi came in from whatever he was doing to find you crying over a pair of pants. You aggressively folded the last of Javi’s shirts after composing yourself enough to finish your task, taking an extra moment to hug your favorite of his, his well loved red Texas A&M swimming shirt- one of the first he had left at your apartment when you began dating. You held the soft fabric against your face, finding relief in the sweet and familiar smell of him embedded in the shirt. You closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh as you folded it and placed it with the rest of the pile, not even noticing that Javi had been watching from the doorway, grinning to himself as he watched you put away one of the shirts that had glady become more yours than his.

“Hey, Hermosa.” Javi smiled as he walked over to you sitting cross legged on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “I’m almost done cleaning out the truck. Do you wanna do lunch after I’m done? I can go pick up Alejandro’s for us. I’ve been fucking craving a BLT all day.”

“Um, I don’t know, I’m uh- I’m not that hungry, I guess.” You mumbled, looking sheepishly back down at your pile of clothes, trying to hide the frustration on your face as you glared at your jeans laying on the floor at the end of your bed.

A puzzled look grew across Javi’s face as he watched you forcefully fold another one of his shirts, throwing it into the pile of folded clothes next to you before crossing your arms over your chest. Ever since he had met you, there had been very few times that you had turned down a meal, let alone anything from your favorite sandwich shop, especially knowing that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast a few hours ago. “You okay, baby? We don’t have to do Alejandro’s if you don’t want to I-”

“It’s fine, Jav. I’m not that hungry, okay? If you wanna get a sandwich that’s fine, I’ll just have like, a banana or something.” You replied, perhaps a little harsher than intended, trying to use your anger to ward off anymore incoming tears. Javi quietly sat down on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your thigh as you looked up at the concern pooling in his sweet, brown eyes, clearly knowing all too well that you were not okay.

“Osita, what’s going on?” He murmured, running his other hand through the messy ends of your hair.

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.” You huffed, keeping your eyes locked with the denim enemy you had made only minutes ago. You could feel Javi sliding his hand across your face to cup your cheek, forcing your gaze to meet his, only raising an eyebrow at you in response to coax an answer out of you. “My favorite pair of jeans don’t fit.”

Javi cocked his head to the side, trying to formulate a logical response to your statement. “Do you wanna go out and get new ones? We can go shopping if you need new jeans, Hermosa.”

“No Jav, I don’t wanna go shopping for new pants, I want my old pants to fit because they were my favorite pair and now i’m too big for them. I don’t wanna try on any other pairs that I just hung up because if these ones don’t fit, those ones probably won’t either. I wanna be the same size I was a year ago when my fucking jeans still fit. I feel so gross and ugly and ahhhgghh they’re just stupid fucking pants and I know I can get new ones, but still.” There was no use in trying to hold back your tears at this point. You rambled as your cheeks grew red and wet, feeling like an idiot for being so distraught for letting a pair of pants ruin your morning, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel frustrated that you had gained enough weight since the last time you had tried them on that they didn’t even button anymore. Javi sat there for a moment, letting you finish your angry rant as you sniffled against his chest before lifting up your chin, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“First of all, it’s not stupid, or dumb.” Javi softly smiled at you, tracing small circles against your jaw as you looked up at him. “Baby, believe me, I had to buy my fair share of new clothes when I came back home after Colombia, and I felt shitty about it too. Second of all, regardless of whether those jeans fit you or not, I still think that you are the most beautiful, amazing, attractive woman I have ever seen in my entire fucking life. I love everything about you, Osita- every inch of you is perfect.”

“I’m your wife, you have to say that.” You sniffed, letting out a little laugh as the tiniest smirk began to form on your lips from Javi’s sweet words. Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head before turning back to you.

“No, it means more because out of all the women in the world there is no one else that I would rather be with than you. “Baby…” He paused, looking you up and down, biting down on his lip before speaking again. “Baby, you know how much I love everything about your body.” Reaching down, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brought it up to his mouth, carefully kissing each knuckle.

“I love your hands.” He grinned, leaning his body over yours. “I love your arms.” His kisses began to slowly travel up the sleeves of your shirt. “I love your neck.” He rasped, nipping at your skin, his kisses now beginning to become wet and heavy. “I love your beautiful face. Fuck, you know you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Osita.”

You let out a muffled moan as Javi’s lips met yours, his tongue quickly swiping against your parted mouth before pulling away, his kisses making their way back down your body as his hands worked at the hem of your shirt, helping you to raise your arms over your head as he pulled it off, tossing it off the side of the bed, leaving you in your bra. “You know how much I love these.” You could feel his smirk pressed against your skin as his hand freed the clasp around your back, his hands kneading at your breasts, kissing each one before flicking your pebbled nipples along his tongue.

“Javi…” You whimpered, your breath shaky and weak as he slid himself off the edge of the bed, his fingertips digging into the meat of your ass as lifted you up and slid your underwear down your thighs as they pooled around your ankles. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He mewled, setting you back down as he gently nudged open your legs, admiring the slick that had already begun pooling between your thighs, your cunt wet and glistening as he kissed up the exposed flesh of your legs. “And you already know how much I love this.” He smirked, swiping two of his fingers between your folds, collecting your arousal as he began to circle around your clit, making you moan. “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, goddamn. I’ll never get over it.” His breath was hot against your entrance as he took one long, drawn out lick with a broad stroke of his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he looked up with you, a devilish grin on his face. “Let me show you, baby. Let me show you how much I love every fucking inch of you, okay?”

You nodded frantically, easily complying with his request as he nestled his broad frame between your legs, draping his arm over your hips to hold you in place as he slid two fingers into your heat, curling his hand to reach the spot inside you he knew made you crumble before diving back in between your legs, beginning to lick you up like a man starved. His tongue swirled against your clit, the firmness of each stroke and the deep press of his fingers making you writhe under his touch, grabbing fist fulls of your comforter to ease the tension already building in your belly. You could feel him switching tactics, latching his lips around your sensitive nub, rapidly sucking at the the throbbing bundle of nerves, working his fingers deeper in your cunt as he felt you begin to clench around him.

“Fuck Javi, fuck, right there baby- fuck, I’m close.” You reached one of your hands down, tugging at the ends of Javi’s dark curls, as if to pull his face closer to you as you could feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, desperate for him to give you your sweet release.

His thick fingers bumped along your g-spot, curving them ever so slightly in the way he had memorized like the back of his hand to make you come undone. The tingle along your spine quickly spread down your legs, pleasure building rapidly throughout your body as you felt yourself on the edge of release. Lifting his arm off your waist, he reached down to grab your hand that had been tangled in the sheets, engulfing it in his grasp as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Dameló, (give it to me) sweet girl. Let go, baby, I’ve got you.”

You could feel the pressure inside you snap, the tingling in your veins quickly transforming into full blown pleasure as your orgasm swept through you. You gushed around his hand, clenching down on his fingers as they gently pulsed inside you as you came down from your high, a smug look spreading across the slick covered sheen of Javi’s face as he withdrew them, licking the juices clean as he sucked his fingers in his mouth.

“So fucking sweet. Can I keep showing you how much I love everything about you, Osita? Show you how much your husband loves his fucking beautiful wife?” He smirked, kissing his way up your body as he stood, towering over you. You nodded, reaching down to palm at the bulge straining against the denim of his jeans as Javi began to undo his belt buckle, shuffling his pants and boxers down his hips before reaching over his head to pull off his army green t-shirt that had been straining against the broadness of his shoulders. You shuffled back on the bed, Javi crawling over you, nipping at your exposed skin as snaked his hand between your bodies to stroke his cock before running his tip through your folds, collecting the shining slick of your arousal along his length.

“Please, Javi. Please.” You whined, squirming your bottom half, aching to feel Javi inside you as he continued to tease you relentlessly, relishing in your desperate state.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely. So needy, hmmmm? This what you want?” He rasped, gently pushing himself inside you, making you gasp as his hips flushed with yours, feeling his cock bottom out against your cervix. His thickness made you breathless, only able to whimper and nod in response as every inch of him filled you. Almost painfully slowly, he began to pull back, his strokes slow and methodical as the lewd sounds of your moans and the wetness between you coated the walls of your bedroom. As his thrusts began to speed up, he ran his hands down your arms before grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head and holding them in place with his broad grasp. He caged his chest with yours, the warm touch of your bare skin pressed against each other as he rocked into you, planting hot, wet kisses along your neck, sucking at your pulse point.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Hermosa. I can’t believe this is all fucking mine.” He whispered, his voice low and tender as he slipped his grip away from your wrists, sliding his hand under your back to pull you up, resting his palm on the small of your back as he helped you to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the nape of his neck, and fingers in the dark curls of his hair, the new position making the pressure building in your core grow rapidly. Javi snaked his hand between your bodies, reaching down to rub back and forth along your clit as he punched into you, each thrust somehow more satisfying than the last.

“Oh shit- Javi, fuck- Fuck, you feel so good, please don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” Javi had learned all too well from the tremble of your incoherent babbles and tightness now squeezing around his cock that you were close to coming undone, and he knew exactly what you needed to push you over the edge.

“Yeah? I know you’re close, baby girl. Give me another one, Osita. Be a good girl and cum one more time around my dick before I fuck myself so deep inside you. Fuck me, you’re so fucking perfect. I know you’re close, baby, it’s okay.”

Javi was snapping into you, splitting you open with each thrust, making every inch of your body shiver as the tingling in your lower belly began to build towards your sweet release, your mind going blank from his filthy words he knew damn well were your weakness.

“Fuck, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, Javi, I’m gonnahhhhhhhh-” Your legs shook as your orgasm flooded through your body, the cries of your husband’s name quickly turning to silent sobs into his shoulder as your body went slack, pleasure taking over you.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot when you cum like that. Shit- I’m close too, Hermosa. Eres perfecta. Mierda, tengo tanta suerte. Te amo con todo mi corazón (You’re perfect. Shit, I’m so lucky. I love you with all of my heart). Oh fuck me, shit, oh fuckkkkkk.” With only a few more thrusts deep inside, Javi followed suit, milking himself of every last drop of his spend into you, the mixture of your arousal pooling beneath you as he slumped into you, your chests heaving with shallow breaths as you came down from each of your highs.

Reaching his hands up to cusp your face, Javi leaned in to kiss you, his lips strong and tender against yours, making your cheeks warm as he pulled away to brush back a stray piece of messy hair that had fallen in your face. “I know I can’t fix how you feel, but I hope that was at least some reassurance that I mean it when I say that you are the most beautiful woman on earth, Osita.” Javi smirked at you, rubbing his thumb against your jaw as his chocolate brown eyes gazed at yours.

“I meannnn, it does help a little.” You giggled, pecking a quick kiss onto Javi’s lips. “Thank you, Jav. I definitely still think that’s a bit of an overstatement and doesn’t help me fit back into my jeans, but it’s really sweet of you. I love you.”

“Te amo mucho. (I love you so much.) It’s true. And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me. In fact…” Javi’s face lit up with a devilish grin as he wrapped your arms around your back, scooting the both of you off the bed, making you squeal in delight as you locked your legs over his waist, holding you up, beginning to walk you both towards your bathroom. “I think that we need to take a shower and I can show you again just how much I love everything about you. And then…” He pepper ticklish kisses along your neck and collar bone in between each word as he sat you down on the bathroom counter, hands grasping your face. “We’re gonna go out and get BLT’s for lunch because I know you’re fucking hungry and I don’t want you to be cranky when we come back home and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I’m honestly fucking starving, I could eat 14 BLT’s right about now.” You laughed, shaking your head at the thought that not long ago, you were willing to forgo your favorite lunch because of a stupid pair of pants. “God, you’re amazing. And a fucking menace. You better get me in that shower, Peña- You’ve got a hungry, horny wife waiting for you.”

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adiamondpetal · 4 months

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2023 ART SUMMARY 💥💥💥💥💥

January: uhhh so I couldn't find anything... but any art i made in jan probably sucked ass anyways LAWL

February: art piece for @leg-endaryhero!

March: spooky drawing of one of my ocs....

April: moment of reflection, ft. another one of my ocs XD

May: another piece for @leg-endaryhero ! we love yuri

June: night sky scene thing,,, I was experimenting

July: Piece of my spider-sona! I was brainrotting about her a ton because I was talking about her lore with some buddies on Discord.

August: Art trade with @sillyhisui !!! Looking at this makes me physically sick I hate this expect a redraw soon!!! cause i can do WAY better than this i prommy

September: birthday piece for @ekholocationn !! she became old 💀/lh

October: minorinrin!!! im not a huge project sekai fan but she's got my heart <#33

November: piece for ganadarart!

December: secret santa gift for ermeiku!

And... yeah. This was one of my craziest years of improvement, but the first year I've done one of these. Nice.

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #original art #clip studio paint #original character #friend art #friend oc #genshin oc #project sekai #minori pjsk #firealpaca #clip studio art #clip studio pro #2023 art summary #yay...

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atlafan · 2 months

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Layna's never been so ravenous for her boyfriend. Which is shocking because there have been many times where she's felt more than desperate to have his body on hers, but this is something different entirely.

Normally, she doesn't like winter by the time February hits. The holidays are long since over, and the snow is less magical. There's black ice everywhere, and the air hurts her face. All that being said, she just found a new reason to like winter.

Sweater vests.

She had no idea Harry even owned them until she saw him wearing one at the latest showing at her gallery. He looked so handsome. All dressed up in a pair of slacks, loafers, sweater vest, and a long jacket. He hasn't exactly been dressing appropriately for winter, so when she sees him walk into the gallery, she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. Layna is a professional, but she only has so much willpower when it comes to Harry. She's let him fuck her in the backseat of her car in the gym parking lot for fuck's sake.

They lock eyes from across the room. Layna takes out her phone and sends him a text. He raises an eyebrow when he sees her name lit up on his phone.

You're mean

how am I mean?

You look too good

not sry

Bet you're wearing that nice cologne I like so much too

u bet ur🍑

need you

ur werking

come to my office, no one will notice if I slip away for a few minutes

bet

Harry shoves his phone into his jacket pocket and makes his way to Layna's office. It's in such a private area, she's not worried about being caught. Besides, the gallery sold out. Her work is essentially done for the night.

So, that's how Layna ended up clutching at Harry's chest with her leg up over his hip, pressed up against the door of her office on a work night. His lips are on her neck, sucking on her like a leech as her fucks her with his fingers. Her fingers twirl in the material of the vest and she's doing her best not to make too much noise. Her lips are going to be incredibly swollen by the time they're done. She's panting and near convulsing in his arms. Her fingers move up to his hair to rug on. It's finally grown out to a length where she can actually tug on it again. He moans into her neck and pushes her harder up against the door. One of his hands presses flat against it by her head, and she can't help but whimper as she looks at his pulsing veins and rings.

"Shit, I'm gonna make a mess." She gasps when she feels Harry's fingers fucking shallowly into her while his thumb rubs her clit. "I don't want to ruin your pants."

Harry pulls away and looks at her before sinking to his knees and wrapping his lips around her clit as he continues to fuck her with his fingers. Her hands fly right back to his hair. She nearly loses her balance, but Harry keeps her stead, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He looks up at her and smirks, and that's when she loses it. She lets out a loud cry of his name as he laps away at her juices. He drags her panties back up when he's done and stands up slowly as he runs his hands up her body. He cups her jaw and licks into her mouth. She melts into him.

"I knew you'd like this outfit." He smirks. "Daddy cleans up real good when he wants to, hm?"

"You mean you did this to me on purpose?" She pouts.

"Payback for all your relentless teasing the last few weeks."

"You can't tell me that wearing shorts in the freezing cold doesn't look funny." She scoffs. "Besides, thought we made up from all of that."

"We did." He nods, squeezing her hips. "But I couldn't resist making you sweat."

"Well, you succeeded, and then some. Let me-"

"Nope." He steps back from her. "You can wait until we get home. I'm gonna shove my dick so far down your throat you'll be gagging all over it, and it'll ruin your pretty makeup. You're working, Layna. Compose yourself and be professional." He moves her, she's too stunned to speak. He wacks her ass before leaving the office.

A shiver runs up her spine. How much longer does she have to stay at work for?

NO COMPLAINTS BLURB

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles x oc #no complaints

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kitchenisking · 2 months

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February Fic Rec

Hey Guys, I'm sorry I'm so late this month that its already the next month😅 I went back to work this month and I have mixed feelings about it so there's that🫤 but at least there's faction - please don't tell my kindle, there's so many books on there that I got to read😓. anyway, happy readying everyone! enjoy the spring and remember to kudos and comment😘

Show Him The Love by scarlettletterr - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,911, sterek)

Everyone realizes Stiles is awesome, and actually gives him the recognition he deserves! For all his research, for his constant loyalty, for having awful stuff happen to him and always coming back for more, for trying to do the right thing even when people don't listen when they should.

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My gift for Meggplant, for the Glompfest. Hope you like it!

You feel like Home by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 24,300, sterek)

Five times Stiles gets abused by his boyfriend and and the one time everything falls into place, like it was always meant to be.

Maybe it was.

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"Are you really just leaving?" Stiles asked him.

"Yeah? There's no point in me sticking around, we already did what we always do." His boyfriend said, fastening his belt and walking out of Stiles' room.

It Starts When You're Around by strobelighted - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 26,406, sterek)

"Earth to Derek. You okay, man?"

Derek's eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who's starting to look more worried now.

"I --" he starts, then swallows against the dryness. "Who are you?"

or, Derek gets amnesia

eli's parents are so gross (read: in love) by ash_mcj - (Rating: T, Words: 1,195, sterek)

"I would’ve been here earlier, but nobody thought it would be smart to call the one person who’s intimately dealt with the Nogitsune before, so,” Stiles said bitterly as he threw his hands up. "Now I have a list of asses I gotta kick over this very avoidable fiasco. Scott’s first, since he’s the Alpha—I’m pretty sure that’s how that works. His responsibility, or whatever.”

The familiar sound of Derek’s car pulling into the driveway caught Eli's attention, and he grinned. “Is Dad on your list?”

“Hell yeah, Dad is on my list! Right under Scott.”

“Well, he just got home, so—”

Stiles didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence before stomping off in the direction of the living room—and Eli quickly scrambled to follow him, ready to eavesdrop on what was likely going to be a rather impressive and amusing lecture.

[or: eli is glad that stiles is home, since derek has nearly died several times in his absence, but he really wishes they were a little less glad to see each other] -- prompt | a reunion kiss

Hide by dr_girlfriend - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,419, sterek)

Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.

Breaking A Rule by SinQueen69 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,426, sterek)

Anon on tumblr wanted: Hiya! Please with sugar on top write a Sterek fic where derek is a business man and Stiles is a horny cockslut that sends Derek nudes while at work and Derek is pent up and punishes him when he gets home. Daddy Kink, Manhandling, Strength Kink, Bruises, Spanking, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial, mentions of kittenplay?, verbal humiliation, gags! Tanks be safe and healthy

Soft Space by TuppingLiberty - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,492,k sterek)

This time of year, Derek has to face too many bad anniversaries - the fire, the deaths. Stiles understands when Derek has to take a break from being alpha, when he just needs his daddy.

Rated M for kink, but no explicit (or even mature) sex.

Kinktober day 4: Daddy (Starting Kinktober now so I can maybe finish in October this year)

How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,288, sterek)

It started with a kiss.

Well, actually, it started with an argument.

no river, no rush by CoraRochester, ravenclawkward - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,351, sterek)

“You can’t marry me! I’m the worst choice. For one, there’s no strategic value to marrying a prince from Gajos—and if there were, I’d have been betrothed to you or Cora years ago. We have nothing to offer Beacon. I’m not even good at being a prince!” …

On the eve of Derek’s coronation, he proposes to Stiles.

Are You Fucking Kidding Me? by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,893, sterek)

Derek has liked Stiles for a really long time, like embarrassingly long. But he swore to himself that he wouldn't make a move on Stiles until he knew for sure that his feeling were returned because he refuses to force something onto the Spark.

Derek likes Stiles, Stiles likes Derek, but the Alpha is convinced that Stiles is still in love with Lydia and can't see the obvious dofus Stiles is being around him. Lydia intervenes just because she's sick of watching the two dummys not be together.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

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totally-bing · 3 months

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ugh fine okay you guys i'll do the thing nobody asked for.

i'm doing an art raffle or something! i have officially forfeited all of my sanity and will now tell you what that means.

for every 5000 notes I have by the end of february i'll do one (1) piece of art. what it is shall be voted on somehow. i'm not sure how, but probably something like asking you guys for ideas and then doing polls until it's done and we have the amount we need. i will also do one (1) art piece per 500 followers. and, since i'm feeling generous and disbelieving in all of you, if we hit like 20000 notes or 2000 followers by then i'll add five more to the count, on top of the one (1) you would've got already. so, if we get for example, 14000 notes and 1100 followers somehow, then i'll do 4 art pieces. and if, somehow, you dimwits get me to 40000 notes and 2500 followers or something else stupid, then that'll be like 23 masterful works of art.

now i must warn you all that i suck ass at art and this is genuinely just because i want to see how easy it is to convince the masses to do what i want, but who cares! i can hardly believe i'm at 4000~ notes and 300~ followers already! anyways i can probably drop some samples of my incredible artwork if you guys need it to be convinced but otherwise that's about it. if you guys make it to 20000 notes or 2000 followers i think i'll scream though so don't do that

#bing #bingposting #important #mmm #this is such a bad idea holy shit #fuck it #send post

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 7 months

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This is a follow up to Story #145

#378

“Is she and the kids on their way?... Good. Begin stripping. It’s about damned time that trip to Spain finally pans out. I mean how many fucking times did she change the dates making me rearrange my schedule so that I can have you with me the entire week. Why the fuck did you forget to put on your pecker cage? You know there is only one cock in this house that matters, and it sure as hell ain’t that one between your legs. We have a lot to talk about. Kneel.…. No just remain there at my feet and take off my socks and shoes. Leave my feet alone for now…. And what the goddamned fuck is that wedding band still on your finger? You know that thing gets taken off when you walk in and placed on the table beside the door. Take it off now and put it on the table next to you….

“I have to say this. You’ve been taking what we have going for granted. Since our college days you have been serving me on my terms. Even when you got married to that cunt of a wife, I told you that I still need to be serviced. I gave you expectations on how to submit to me regularly. But once a week turned into every other week, and now I’m lucky to get once a month. We select a week, and her needs bump what we set up to a different week, and then to another week.

“Then when you get here, your focus is not on servicing me by offering your ass, but rather on expecting to be fucked, like I’m your personal dildo. You don’t lick my ass the way you used to. And the foot worship you give is a foot massage—no licking or sucking on my toes. You balk at drinking my piss, saying that your stomach is upset or something else.

“Your focus is on her. It’s always on her. You are worried about her finding out that you long to be a cum dump faggot whore to not only me, but the men I demand you service. I knew when you said you were getting married that you were making a mistake, and here we are. That mistake is affecting my needs and wants and desires.

“Pick up that fucking wedding band. Put it in your mouth. Taste that 22 karat gold. That’s her money. That’s represents the life you pretend to want. You complain about her just about every time we are together. I don’t want to hear about her. I’m tired of it. You also complain that your kids are entitled brats. Why? Why do you do this? Why do you do this to me?

“Get up and go get me Scotch on the rocks. Also bring me a glass of warm water… warm top water. No, keep the ring in your mouth. It keeps you quiet….

“This week is going to be a challenge to you. Not only am I going to use you and your cunt, but I am going to set your mind back to where it should be. And it is going to start with a toast.

“If you notice, the Scotch is the bottle you gave me when you came back from Scotland in February. It is one of the best Scotches I have ever tasted. I would offer you a sip, but it’s too good for you. The only way you are going to drink something this smooth is once I’m done with it. You don’t deserve anything more than that tap water.

“To us, and here’s to setting your head back on track…. No, no, no. Don’t you dare spit out that ring. I want you to do something else to it. Use that glass of water to swallow it.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll get it back in a few days. Plenty of time to retrieve it before she comes home. And it’s gold; it’ll be fine.

“No? Well then, you can get your clothes and get the fuck out. Simple as that. And don’t bother coming back…. I’m not joking. I gave you an order. I want that ring in your stomach, or the last twenty something years you and I had is over.

“Put the glass of water to your lips. That’s right. Just do it.

“Atta boy. See, you can follow orders. Depending on how well you serve me, I might not have you swallow it again a second time once it comes out.

“You pecker is rock hard. We need to fix that. Bring me that cock cage over on the dining table…. No, don’t kneel down; stand next to my chair. Place your balls in the palm of my hand. Yeah, you know what I’m going to do to them. Hesitating will only make me squeeze harder.

“Quit fidgeting. They’re just balls. If you weren’t hard by the idea of me making you swallow your wedding ring, you wouldn’t be in so much pain…. Look your four incher is now shriveled to nothing…. This is a new cage, a smaller one. There, it won’t get hard for a while.

“…You know what? I don’t like your pubes. I’m going to shave them off. I want you smooth…. It’s not like your wife is having regular sex with you. You have been complaining about that for months now. So she won’t see it. And if she does, make up something.

“How does the cage feel? Very tight? It’s one that doesn’t pull away when your pecker tries to get hard. When we go out to Bike Pit on Saturday, the bikers will have a field day. I spoke with Oiler and he was pissed that you had to rearrange your time with me and we had to push back your gang bang a few weeks. I told him you’ll make it up to him by spending some time under his rimseat…. I know you love doing that.

“Go get the lube and come and apply it to my cock. Bring the bottle….

“Lube me up. And don’t make me too sloppy. Remember, lube is to increase my pleasure; it’s not to decrease your pain…. You know I’m going to tear you up, right?...

“Now go and lean over the armrest of the couch. Point your cunt towards me. Legs further apart. Now look back at me. Look at my phone. We haven’t added anything to the blackmail file in a long time. So here goes.

“I want you to tell me how hungry you are for my cock, how you are tired of being viewed and acting like a real man, and that you need to be treated like what you really are, a cunt, to be used over and over all week long, by dozens of men. While you are saying that, put whatever’s left of the lube from your fingers on your cunt lips, but reach up between your legs to do that, just like those bitches do in straight porn.

“Begin….

“…Good. Now that that’s out of the way, get ready to be cunted. I’m going right to the root….

“No, no, you don’t need no poppers, just take my damn fucking cock. You’ll learn to love not using that shit anymore.

“That’s it! Scream in pain. Does your cunt feel so good! Oh fuck, I want this cunt all the time.

“I need to cum quickly, we have a drive ahead of us. There’s this big beefy carnie I met last week at Ruby’s bookstore. We wound up spit roasting four or five fags. I told him about you, and he’s interested in double fucking you. You ever have two dicks in your cunt at the same time?... We’ll break that cherry tonight.

“Do that thing with your cunt. Ohhhh that! Fuck yeah! Oh I need this nut. Keep working that cunt…. MY CUNT. This cunt belongs to me. Clamp down! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ah ahhhh! AHHHH!... Fucking hell.

“Spin around and do your clean up duty. Oh man! You got me to break out one hell of a good sweat. I am going to smell real rank for you tonight.

“Don’t pull off me when you are done sucking the last drops of jiz from my cock. I need to take a piss.

“Oh man, this is the life. To have at the snap of the finger a fag bitch cunt take a hard pounding, clean off my cock, and then drink a load of my piss. I’ve needed this for some time.

“The thing is I shouldn’t need it. I should just have it.

“…Keep swallowing. I have a full bladder for you….

“…You should be mine like it was back when we were in college, or when we had next door apartments. Shit the amount of fun we had back then. But you had to get married to that cunt. Goddamned I hate her. I hate your marriage.

“I want you. I want you all the time. You once told me you loved me when it was just us, and I blew it off. We were young and stupid back then. We thought that a straight life with a little fun on the side would be the answer. We were wrong.

“I want you. At the end of this week, I don’t want you to go back to her. I’m willing to fight for that. I want you to start the process to get a divorce.

“Don’t you dare pull off my cock. I’m not done pissing on your fucking wedding ring at the bottom of your stomach.

“Yeah, I want you to get a divorce. I mean it. You are miserable with her. You tell me every time we hook up. When she gets back you will tell her. If you won’t,…

“You know we joked about it all these years, but I have kept every single one of the videos I made of you doing nasty things to hundreds of men. But all I need to show her is the one I recorded of me taking your ass-cherry filmed less than an hour before you and her exchanged your vows. I will do it, if you won’t.

“I read your prenuptial agreement, and you will walk away with a modest amount of money. She’ll want the kids, good. I’m not as rich as she is, but I have enough of a savings and a decent six figure job, that you will live comfortably with me.

“Now pull off. Look up at me. I’m serious. I’ve wanted to say this for a few years now. You’ve joked about it. You know your life with her is shit. It’s just like your wedding ring. You know, after you shit it out, there is no amount of polishing and making it look pretty that will change the fact that it is shit, literally shit.

“Don’t say anything now. We have plenty of time this week to plan this out. You and I both know this is the right thing to do. I’m not going to let you go. I will be right beside you. Keep that in your thoughts.

“But right now, we need to plug that cunt. I already have something lined up for it and my load inside.”

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daddyfordaeddy · 2 months

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Pairing: Wooyoung x f! Reader (mentioned mingi x reader x wooyoung

Word Count: 1124

Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut) (this one jumps right into smut so be warned lol)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au

Summary: what better way to ravish your boyfriend than to double-stuff him :)

Smut warnings: double penetration, strap on, dom/sub (wooyo sub, reader dom), spitroasting, sex toys (dildos specifically), dirty talk, fake cum, multiple orgasms, feminisation (wooyo calls reader eonni and his parts get called pussy/cunt as well as other feminine pet names for him), praise, anal/oral (male receiving), mentions of a threesome, felching (man i love that shit)

I’m only doing a couple of the February Filth Fest, and this is day/track 24! pegging/feminisation, and once again I'm doing the latter lol! and please forgive it if its not written well---i dont usually write dom readers lol

And if you want to know what other days I’m doing? You’ll just have to wait and see ;)

“Fuck, look at you, princess. So pretty choking on my cock,” you praise, letting your hand tangle in Wooyoung’s soft hair as he looks up at you with his babydoll eyes. “God, you’re so good for me princess.”

Wooyoung whines as best as he can manage around the silicone resting on his tongue as his hips grind against the dildo lodged deep inside his ass. Your free hand squeezes his jaw ever so slightly, eyes trained on the plastic pushing in and out of his mouth. You can feel your cunt grow wetter as the other end of it pushes inside of you. If you squint, you can see your slick dripping down the double-ended dildo into Wooyoung’s waiting mouth.

With every thrust, you push into his mouth and each time, he sinks deeper and deeper onto the thick cock entering his ass. And each time, a low whine comes out from around the cock in his mouth. “God, you’re so greedy for me,” you sigh, your hand caressing his hair as you bring the hand cupping his jaw up to fit a thumb into his mouth, stretching it out impossibly more. “Do you ever think about this? About having another man come here and fill your pussy up? I see the way you look at Mingi, how you can’t seem to keep your eyes off his hands. Do you want them wrapped around your pretty neck?”

Wooyoung pulls off your dick with a pop, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “God, please, yes,” he whines, blinking up at you and you can’t help but lean down to press your lips against his. Even after fucking his mouth for a good while, you can still taste the peach chapstick he always steals from you on his lips

“You’re so pretty for me, baby. Are you close?” He nods quickly, his pretty lips pouting so perfectly as you press the dildo back into his mouth as your thrusts get more and more erratic. “God, you’re so perfect and open and willing for me baby. Go on, come for me.”

With a high-pitched whine, he comes, his body shaking like a leaf and you smile as you press a button, making the cock in his ass shoot out the fake cum, filling him up as his moans spill out endlessly from the feeling of being full. As you pull carefully out of his mouth, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer. You won’t need much to push you over the edge, so you pull out of his mouth slowly.

“Baby, you get to choose. Do you want me to eat you out, or do you want me to sit on your cock until you come again? The choice is yours.” You punctuate your sentence by gently slapping the silicone against his spit-covered cheek.

Wooyoung pushes his bangs out of his face, sitting up on his heels with a too-innocent look in his eyes. “Want you to eat me out, please,” he begs and you bend down and kiss him again, slipping your tongue in his mouth.

“Thank you for asking nicely, baby,” you hum, patting his head. “Now, come on, turn around for me. Do you want to suck on that dick for me? Make it clean while I taste you?”

Wooyoung can hardly form sentences, scrambling around to present his perfect ass to you. You can’t help but spread the thick flesh with your hands, getting a good look at his slick hole and half-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. Before he can whine about how long you’re taking, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to his puckered rim, letting your tongue flick out to get a taste of the fake cum.

“So pretty, baby,” you sigh, pressing two fingers into his ass and admiring the way it seems to be trying to suck your fingers in deeper. “Look at your pretty cunt dripping come. You wish it was Mingi, huh? Want him buried deep inside of you?”

“No, just want you, eonni,” he moans around the cock, and you can practically hear the tears in his thick voice. “Please, please, more.”

You chuckle at his whining, pressing another long kiss to his rim. “Pretty princess, don’t be impatient.” And without another moment's hesitation, you fit a third finger into him, leaning down to lick up the mixture of lube and cum dripping down his length to press it back into his hole before spitting on his ass.

The moans he’s letting out are so pretty that your thighs can’t help but squeeze together as you clench around nothing. “Fuck,” he moans, popping off the dildo as he presses the top of his head against the wall. “You’re so deep inside of me– I’m gonna cum–”

You chuckle against his ass, your fingers working deeper until they press against that spot that has his hicks kicking as he cries out in ecstasy. “Fuck, already? Gonna come again for me, princess? Your precious cunt is swallowing my fingers so well, baby.”

With one last high-pitched cry, Wooyoung comes dry, his hole clenching around your fingers so tight you think he might snap them off. “Ah, shit,” you groan, sitting back on your heels and letting your hands drift to the dildo still inside of you, pumping it in and out as you chase your high.

As you are getting closer and closer to the peak, warm hands cover your own and your eyes snap open to see Wooyoung, his hair a mess and a smirk on his face taking hold of the dildo, pumping it slowly into you as his other hand thumbs at your clit. With a broken cry, you come, letting your head fall to rest upon Wooyoung’s, breathing in his floral shampoo as you let your orgasm wash over your body.

“Fuck,” you sigh, finally sitting back on the ground and letting the plastic fall out of your sopping cunt.

And, like the lovable menace he is, Wooyoung crawls under your arm and presses his face into your neck, pressing light kisses over the sensitive skin. “That was good,” he hums, smiling up at you with a tired shine to his eyes.

You smile back, carding your fingers through the hair stuck to his forehead from sweat. “It was,” you agree amicably.

“Do…do you think next time we could have Mingi join?”

You laugh and smack his arm gently. “You’re incorrigible, Woo,” you sigh fondly, but pause and think about it. The idea of Mingi just enveloping Wooyoung in his body makes your mind blur. “Maybe we can. Next time.”

“Next time,” Wooyoung repeats, his eyes fluttering close as you press a kiss to the crown of his head.

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Role Play Part 3: Some-bunny to Love

A/N: I know I'm just churning out fics right now, but it's what I do when my real life sucks. So here, live in my fantasy world with me. This is the third installment of the Role Play series between 1971 Elvis and a fem!reader.

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in be penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also infidelity, Elvis is definitely married

Word count: ~1.9k

You're back home in Memphis for a month before you hear from him again. Honestly, you'd started to think he forgot about you. That doesn't mean that you ever stopped missing him, though. But after a certain amount of time, you forced yourself to think about something else.

So when you receive a mysterious phone call one evening at the end of February, you never dream that it'll be him.

"Hello. This is y/n."

"Well, hi. It's Elvis." You knew by his voice before he even said his name that it was him and your heart leapt into your throat.

"Oh, hi."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing, really, why?" You swear you can hear him smile through the phone.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"But how-?" The line goes dead before you can get any more information from him. You go into a panic cleaning and thank God that you showered today and did your makeup. About twenty minutes later, there's a knock on your door. Again, you take a deep breath before you answer. Your heart is beating wildly and you try to convince yourself that you're not so very excited to see him. You pull the door open and he stands there with his arms full of some kind of equipment, a small black suitcase, and a camera around his neck. He's dressed in all black except for the purple, blue, and green scarf around his neck.

"Hello ma'am. I'm here for your photo shoot. Can I come in?" You nod and open the door more for him to walk in. He drops everything he's carrying on your dining table and then turns toward you, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you deeply. He pulls back but continues to hold you. "I missed you. Can I say that?"

"If it's true."

"It is." He leans in and kisses you again. "Now, you need to get dressed so we can get this photo shoot started."

He hands you the small suitcase and ushers you into the bathroom to change while he sets up the camera equipment. When you get into the bathroom, you open the small suitcase. To your surprise you find a series of outfits, complete with puffy white tails and tall white ears. Playboy bunny outfits, and custom made ones at that. Suddenly the camera makes sense. You lay out the outfits and try to decide what to wear first. There's a traditional one-piece black leotard with a silver "EP" hanging from the center of the sweetheart neckline. There's also a two-piece ensemble with a white lace bra and white panties with an "EP" charm in the center on the front. Lastly, there's a backless baby pink teddy with cutouts all down the front and another silver "EP" in the center on the back, so that it lays on your ass.

You opt for the traditional leotard first. You're not sure how, but it fits you perfectly. Once your ears and tail are in place, you head out of the bathroom to your bedroom, where Elvis has a 35mm camera on a tripod and a Polaroid camera around his neck.

When he sees you in the first outfit, his mouth drops open.

"Damn, baby. That's... wow."

"How do you want me to pose?" He swallows and adjusts his pants.

"Come over here. I want to get some standing shots." He begins taking pictures, moving you around in different poses and clicking the 35mm camera quickly. You try to give him your sexiest look as he snaps away.

"Is this alright?" You ask repositioning so that your cleavage is impossible to miss. He walks over to you and puts his hands on your breasts.

"Just adjusting these for the shot."

"Feels a little inappropriate, sir."

"No, this is totally normal." He winks at you and then leans in and kisses your cheek. He's dying to rip this outfit off of you and fuck you silly, but the game isn't over yet.

"Okay, go ahead and go change. I think we're done with this one." As you go to walk by him to the bathroom, he grabs you and pulls you to him, reaching back to hold onto your ass and roll his hips into you. He kisses down your neck to your cleavage. You let out a small moan as he presses his lips to the supple skin of your breasts.

"Gotta change, baby." You get out before his kisses devolve into something else. He grunts and lets go of you. You go back into the bathroom and hastily change into the pink teddy.

When you come out, he licks his lips and looks at you hungrily. Why did he have the grand idea to get three outfits? He wants to rip this off of you now and have his way with you. But he also wants to have the pictures of you for the time when you're apart. He missed you so much this last time that he almost couldn't stand it. He's hoping the pictures might help.

"Okay, come sit on the bed for a few shots in this one." He moves you around on the bed, taking both 35mm shots and Polaroids. The last picture he takes is a close up of your ass with the "EP" dangling on it. He sends you back into the bathroom to change one last time.

While you're in there he looks at the ceiling and groans. He's basically torturing himself at this point. He takes a look at the Polaroids he's taken so far and his cock twitches in his pants. He looks at the bathroom door and puts his hand in his pocket, stroking his dick through his pants. He continues to rub himself through his clothes and moans softly at the sensation.

"Well, somebody is being very unprofessional with my photographs." His eyes pop open and he sees you standing in the doorway in the white two piece ensemble with the ears and tail. He yanks his hand out of his pocket, embarrassed at being caught.

"I-I-I... just get over here." He lays you on the bed and takes a few more photos, moving around to get the best angles. You roll over and stand up and walk over to him. Then, you get on your knees in front of him, spread your legs, and put your finger in your mouth. This damn near breaks him. He snaps two final Polaroids and then tosses the camera onto the bed. You take his hand and pull his two middle fingers deep into your mouth, sliding them in and out seductively. "Goddamnit, woman, are ya tryin' to kill me?"

"I just want to make sure I get the centerfold. Can you make that happen for me, daddy?"

"Baby, you can have anything you want." You smile and go to unbuckle his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. His throbbing hard cock bounces free and you take it in one hand, leaning forward to wrap your mouth around him. His head falls back and he groans loudly. You put your hands on his hips to steady him and then bounce your mouth on his dick, taking him in deeply and then licking circles around the head.

"Fuck, baby." His hand makes its way to your hair and he grabs a handful as you open your throat and press your nose into him. He thrusts into your mouth for a bit and then is suddenly still. "You gotta stop. Now."

He pulls away from you and stumbles back to sit on the bed.

"Wheewwww. That was close." You smile and move to him on the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and off. He sits naked on the side of the bed and grabs your hips. Leaning forward, he kisses the space between your bellybutton and the top of your panties. He fingers the "EP" charm hanging there and whispers. "Mine."

Then, he slides your panties down and runs his hand back up to your center, pressing two fingers into your pussy. He fingers you fast and hard and you moan and bend over his shoulder.

"I need to taste you." He says softly and kisses the place where your legs meet. Turning you around, he lays you on the bed and crawls in between your thighs. He runs his tongue around your clit and then goes back to finger-fucking you while he licks over and around your hardened bud. There's been so much buildup that it doesn't take but a few minutes for your climax to erupt from your core and radiate out to your whole body. You cry out and arch your back as you ride the high of your orgasm and he licks you through it. He climbs back up your body to line himself up with you, but instead you push him onto his back and arrange him to be sitting against your headboard. You face away from him and straddle his lap, sinking down onto his dick. He undoes your bra and then holds your hips with both hands while you fuck him.

"Baby, this view, mmmm..." He groans as he watches your ass bounce on his lap. You laugh.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Honey, if I could reach my camera, I would." You lean forward and grab the strap of the Polaroid camera, pulling it to yourself. Then, you pass it to him over your shoulder.

"Here."

"Really, honey?" This is the dirtiest thing he's ever considered.

"Sure, if you want."

"Baby, I fuckin' love you. Be still." You sit still on his dick just long enough for him to snap a picture. Then it occurs to you that he just said he loves you. Surely he didn't mean it like that.

When he realizes what he's said, he knows he'll have to walk that back later. He doesn't love you. Right? No. Surely not.

Still, he's overwhelmed with the need to kiss you and see your face, so he lifts you off of his cock and turns you around. You sink back onto him and he puts his hand on your neck, pulling your mouth to his.

"Mmm, I'm close, honey."

"Then don't stop." He almost says it again. Instead, he grabs you and kisses you as he begins to fuck you from underneath. A few thrusts later, he shudders and cums inside you.

"Fucking, yes, y/n." You collapse on his shoulder and he wraps both arms around you. "You know I didn't mean love love, right?"

"Oh, of course."

"Okay. Good. Because I do like you but-"

"Elvis. It's okay. I know you don't love me." He nods his head and then kisses your cheek. He looks into your eyes for a second. There's no way he loves you. Right?

You climb off of him and move to get dressed, assuming that there's no way he'll want you to stay naked with him like you did last time.

"Wait. Can... can I... can I stay?" You look at him surprised.

"You want to stay here with me? All night?"

"Only if you want me to. I don't have anything waiting for me at home."

"Yes. Please stay." You're not sure where your response comes from. For your own emotional wellbeing you need to kick him out. But you don't.

Instead, you cuddle up and spend a good deal of the night talking again. Finally, you fall asleep against his chest and he kisses your forehead. He settles in to sleep, but the thought creeps in again.

Does he love you?

No.

He can't.

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Until Part 4!

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