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storiesforthemoonchild · 4 months

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Christmas Morning | Alexia Putellas x Reader

short little something I thought of because the little boy next door woke me up on Christmas Morning yelling 'Santa came' to his parents 😂

a pt. II to Big Brother

“Mamá,” you smile when you hear Nico’s excited voice from his room.

“Por favor make him go back to sleep amor,” Alexia whines. The hand she has resting on your stomach beginning to rub gently.

You felt a bit bad, Alexia had taken on most of the stress of the holidays with you being due for the second baby any day now. You went to bed earlier on her while wrapping presents last night, and didn’t feel her slide in beside you until just a few hours ago, “I’m sorry love.”

Alexia lifts her head to check the time, 7am, “no, no, no please one more hour bebé.”

“You probably have one more minute,” you run your fingers through her hair to comfort her. “He will crash after the excitement and breakfast. Then we can have some cuddles before we leave.”

“Fine, how’s my princesa?” Alexia gives up on sleep, and goes through her usual morning routine of kissing your belly and talking to the baby.

“Ready to come any minute,” you tell her as your bedroom door creaks open and a tiny head pops through.

“SANTA CAME,” Nico shouts when he sees you sitting up in bed. Alexia groans into your belly before lifting her head with the biggest smile at your son. Motherhood looked amazing on her. She would groan at the lack of sleep or privacy you two got these days, but you knew it wasn’t real. She was the first to hop up and shoo away monsters, or play football in the backyard.

“SANTA? Did he bring me lots of toys?” Alexia matches the 4-year-olds excitement as she lifts him into bed.

Nico nods vigorously, as he bounces between the two of you. He kisses your belly gently just like Ale does every morning, “Buenos días princesa,” he whispers, making you shoot Alexia a look. You still didn’t know the gender of the baby, but Alexia was adamant and had got your son on board with the fact it was a girl. You gave up fighting the two on it. “Can we go see?”

Both sets of eyes looking towards you for permission, “Sí my loves. Let's go see what Santa brought.”

Alexia, just as excited to see the joy on his face, nearly races out the room right behind him before seemingly remembering you were very pregnant. She comes to the side of the bed helping to guide you to the living room where an excited Nico is. “Alexia LOOK!” The boy jumping in excitement at all the new football items that were scattered about.

You settle into the cozy living room decorated in festive colors. The morning sun is just barely peeking through the blinds, as the tree stands bright in the corner of the room. Nothing compared to Christmas as a mother, the laughter and pure joy on his face as he rips through each gift brought you indescribable happiness.

He holds up each toy to showcase it to the two of you as Alexia tries to keep the clean up to a minimum and throws trash away as he goes. “Oh that one is from Tía Ingrid and María,” you say as he picks up the box wrapped in a different paper than the others.

Alexia glances your way at the statement before watching as he rips through the wrapping. Nico jumps to his feet when he sees the contents, “NO! He will NOT be wearing that,” Alexia states firmly at the Barcelona jersey with 23 Engen, on the back.

“Ale stop,” you laugh as he rips his Christmas themed football pajama top off and throws the jersey on. “You look so handsome, bebé, come let me take a picture for Ingrid.”

Alexia groans as Nico makes his way over, a bright smile and blushed cheeks, “Nico,” she says firmly like he is in trouble.

“Alexia stop,” you give right back to her.

“Who is your favorite Barcelona player?” She waves you off as she wraps him in a hug, kissing his face.

“Alexia!” He shouts with pride, laughter filling the room as she begins to tickle him.

“Bueno amor. You are a Putellas, that’s the only name you should wear on your back, sí?”

Nico wiggles free from her grip, nodding in response before busying himself with opening the last few presents. “You are ridiculous,” you laugh at the midfielder.

Alexia rolls her eyes as she lays her head in your lap, “why would they get him that? I’m serious he will not be wearing that outside of this house.”

“Okay crybaby,” you attempt to lean down to kiss her only to be blocked by your stomach. Alexia laughed before reaching up to connect your lips. “Did Santa bring you everything you wanted, baby boy?”

Nico’s smile fades as he comes and leans into your side, shrugging, “yeah I guess.”

You and Alexia share a glance, wondering what you could’ve possibly forgotten. If anything you had gone overboard thanks to Alexia, “what did he forget?” You can see the disappointment on Alexia’s face, she hated letting him down in any way.

“I- I asked him to make me a big brother for Christmas. I want to meet princesa, so we can play football,” he pouts, looking identical to Alexia at that moment.

You both relax at his words, a smile gracing your faces at his excitement for the baby. “Some presents Santa has no control over bebé. Princesa will come when she’s ready,” Ale runs a hand through his short curls.

“The baby,” you emphasize, “will be here very very soon. You are already the best big brother in the world. We just have to keep talking to the baby, so they know we are ready to meet.”

“Okay,” Nico says, easily satisfied with the explanation as he goes back to all the toys in front of him.

You would always cherish these moments of pure joy with both of your loves. Your heart was full and you couldn’t wait to expand that with the new addition.

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine

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embrosegraves · 1 month

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𝕃𝕒 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕠

(request) Fernando Alonso x Fem!Wife!Reader Family Picnic <3333

Warnings: I did have to consult Google Translate for some of the Spanish

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It was a good day. The sun was out, the temperature wasn’t too hot and the breeze was nice and cool. It would’ve been a crime if you didn’t take advantage of the beautiful weather.

You shook your husband beside you. He grumbled half awake, turned over and tried to go to sleep again. You rolled your eyes at him. No matter what Fernando said to the contrary, he was getting old and as much as he didn’t like it, it definitely showed. You knew there was only one other way to make sure that Fernando was awake and out of the bed.

“If you don’t get up right this second, I’m not going to let you touch me until the next F1 season.” You grunted while using as much of your strength as you could to push him off the bed. He landed on the ground with a loud THUD.

“Hijo de puta!” He exclaimed as he hit the floor. [Motherfucker!]

“Oye! Watch your mouth, your kids are in the next room!” If it wasn’t funny, you might’ve sounded more angry at his foul language. [Hey!]

“What did I do to deserve this?” Fernando peeked his head over the side of the bed, taking his sweet time getting up.

“If you had listened the first time I told you to get up, we wouldn’t be having this discussion, would we?” You asked, getting out of the bed and walking towards the ensuite. “Now stop whining, I need to get the kids up and ready. I have plans for today.”

“You’ve been spending too much time around my mother.” Fernando finally stood up, and went to grab a shirt from the closet. “You’re becoming just like her.”

“Good!” You shouted through the closed bathroom door. “Ana is an amazing woman!”

Fernando could only shake his head in amusement, as he made his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway leading him to his children’s rooms. He first went to the opposite end of the hallway, knowing it would be easier to wake up his oldest children first. He knocked on the furthest door and waited.

“Yeah?” Fernando could hear that his eldest daughter, Marcella, had only just woken up.

“Mamá has plans for today. Get dressed to go outside por favor.”

“Bueno! I’ll be out in a bit.”

Satisfied that Marcella was now awake and getting dressed, Fernando made his way to the next room. Knocking on the door, he wasn’t expecting for it to open. But apparently his son had other ideas.

“Sí Papá?” Fernando Jr was his father’s carbon copy. A fact that Fernando just loved mentioning whenever he could. So you could avoid the confusion when talking to them both, you had started calling your son Junior.

Fernando smiled and ruffled his son’s hair. “Your Mamá has something planned, so get dressed to go out.”

“Oye! I just brushed my hair!”

“You sound like your mother.” Fernando said as he walked off and towards the last door.

“Good! Mamá is amazing!”

Chuckling, Fernando gently opened the door that led to the nursery. He flicked the light on and stood in the doorway, just watching his twins’ little chests rise and fall as they slept. He almost didn’t want to wake them at all, but he knew that they would have the best time with whatever it was you had planned. Walking quietly he moved further into the nursery. Softly caressing their faces, Fernando woke them up as gently as he could.

“Hola Pequeños. Buenos Días.” He made sure to keep his voice quiet when he saw their eyes open. [Hey Little Ones. Good morning.]

“Hola Papá.” said his youngest daughter, Magdalena. Her little voice was still riddled with sleep. She was lethargic as she crawled into her father’s arms, wrapping her tiny ones around Fernando’s neck as he rubbed her back.

“¿Dormiste bien, Princesa?” she nodded her little head, too tired to speak. [Did you sleep well, Princess?]

By now Magdalena’s twin, Pedro, had sat up and was rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists. He yawned and also made his way onto his father’s lap.

“¿Dónde está Mamá?” he asked. [Where is Mummy?”

“¿Deberíamos ir a buscarla?” Fernando received two little nods so he wrapped an arm securely around each of the twins and slowly walked out of their room. [Should we go look for her?]

Fernando walked towards the kitchen where he could hear you making breakfast. He could see Marcella and Junior going to sit down at the kitchen island, talking to each other about what teams they thought were going to do well during the Formula 1 season.

Once everyone was done with eating breakfast, Marcella and Junior grabbed Pedro and Magdalena from their high chairs and went to help them change into some appropriate clothes for the day. Nando started cleaning up the breakfast dishes while you had gotten started on making some sandwiches.

“What’s on the agenda today, Mi Amor?” Fernando asked, placing the last clean dish on the drying rack.

“I was checking the weather for today before you got out of bed, and I’ve decided that we’re going to have a family picnic.” You replied, packing the sandwiches into ziploc bags and setting them aside. “I was thinking, we go to your parent’s house and ask if they’d like to join us.”

Fernando came up beside you and started to help prepare little snacks for your children. “You know if we go there and ask, my mother will insist we have it on their property?”

“Oh you think this plan is spontaneous?” The look on your face almost made Fernando nervous.

“It’s not?”

You laughed and bumped him with your hip. “Amor, Ana and I have been planning this outing for weeks. You and your father are the only ones who didn’t know. No doubt Ana has told José by now, just like I am telling you now.”

Moving to the fridge to grab some fruit that needed to be cut, you kept talking to him about the plan you had concocted with Ana.

“Your mother had called me the other week saying how she misses you because you’re always travelling with Formula One, so I told her you were home this weekend. We started planning pretty quickly after that. Originally the plan was for Lorena and her children to join us as well, but something came up so Lorena is out being a successful and wonderful mother. We were always going to go to your parents- wash and cut the strawberries please- because they have the most space for Junior and the twins to run around.

“And of course, Marcella will want somewhere with shade and that big awning over the pool and garden is just perfect for her. And your mother pointed out that at some point the twins will get tired so going to your parents’ means that the twins can sleep in the guest room there so we don’t have to leave and go home early.”

“Women scare me sometimes.” Fernando handed you the strawberries and you put them into a tupperware container before putting them in the basket you had found to put all the food in.

“Good. It’s a healthy fear to have.” You said before yelling out to the kids that it was time to go.

Junior ran down the stairs holding Pedro while Marcella followed behind him with Magdalena at a much slower pace.

“Junior, don't run with your brother, you could drop him.”

“Lo siento Mamá.” Junior said sheepishly. [Sorry Mum.]

You opened your mouth to speak again but before you could, your phone started ringing in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was Ana calling you. With a smile on your face you quickly answered the call.

“Hola Ana! … Claro si-” You had begun walking to your office while you spoke with your mother in law. Fernando grabbed Pedro from Junior and had started ushering the children out to the car. [Hello Ana! … Of course yes-]

Marcella had become a professional at getting the twins in the car when you weren’t around, and Fernando was forever confused at how she had managed to get them to listen. Fernando had even asked her one day how she managed it but all she did was give him a wink and continued to do her schoolwork.

Just as Fernando closed Marcella’s car door, you walked out of the house, phone and picnic basket in hand. When you got closer to the car, Fernando grabbed the picnic basket and put it in the boot of the car. Walking back, he opened and closed the passenger door for you before getting into the driver’s seat.

The drive to Fernando’s parents wasn’t an extremely long journey. The 30 minute drive was spent listening to your young children blabber on about the scenery or about the kids at school.

The only one of your children who wasn’t talking often was Marcella. The 16-year-old was texting on her phone with a smile on her face. Fernando had looked in the rearview mirror at her.

“Who are you texting Cariño?”

Marcella’s smile dissipated. “No one.”

“Are you sure? You were smiling pretty big.”

“It was no one Papá.”

“I just want-” You smacked Fernando’s shoulder. You had spoken about how to approach this kind of situation years ago, when you had been pregnant with Marcella. Fernando went to start complaining but you interrupted him.

“No, you will stop talking. If Marcella is texting someone, it is not our business.” You turned as much as you could in your seat to look at your daughter. “However, I do have two questions about them. One, how old are they? And two, do they make you happy?”

Your daughter smiled at you, “They’re only a month older than me and they make me very happy.”

“Then that’s all I care about.”

Eventually you arrived at your In-Law’s. Everyone got out of the car and your children ran to the front door where their grandparents were waiting with arms open, ready for hugs.

You greeted your father-in-law with a hug and a kiss to both his cheeks. You laughed when he made a joke about putting Fernando to work, getting the things from the car.

“Of course! He’s been annoying lately so he’s got to make up for it.”

You gave José one more hug before greeting Ana and walking inside with her. You heard Jose say something to Fernando that made you giggle.

“You know, ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life’ isn’t just a saying, right?”

By the time the men had made it to the backyard, you and Ana had laid out the big picnic blanket and started making the drinks for the adults to enjoy. Fernando would have one drink at the beginning before sticking to water for the remainder of the day as he would be driving home. Ana had taken the basket from Fernando and began to set out the food you had prepared. You had finished the drinks and handed them out, rolling your eyes when you heard Fernando talking to his father about what happened in the car earlier with Marcella.

“Fernando, I swear if I hear you talking about this again, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I just wanted to make sure she was being careful! That’s my little girl.” He said, thanking you for the drink before turning to his dad. “What would you have done, Papá?”

“Don’t involve me. I had no issues with Lorena.”

“Mi Amor, do you remember when we were teenagers and I spent two weeks living with you and your family?”

“Of course I remember. Two of the best weeks of my life.” He smirked and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Yeah well, I spent those two weeks not speaking to my father because he kept asking me about my ‘secret boyfriend’. He never stopped asking about you so I stopped talking to him for two weeks. And I’m stubborn so if my mamá hadn’t knocked some sense into him, I would have never spoken to him again. Do you really want that with Marcella?”

Fernando looked a little heartbroken and ashamed of how he had treated the situation. He had known that something had happened between you and your father but he didn’t realise it was like that.

“I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if she stopped talking to me.”

“So don’t push her. She will come to us when she’s ready.” You said, squeezing him in comfort. “Now let’s put this out of our minds and enjoy a picnic with our children. Vamos.”

This took me so long 😭😭😭 I wanted to make sure I was 100% happy with it

This definitely would've been so much bigger but I didn't want to make everyone wait even longer.

As always, likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

(also do you guys think it would be a good idea for me to set up a paypal or a kofi for my fics? I've been thinking about it a lot recently but idk)

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creedslove · 1 year

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MORNING

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro is up early in the morning, you're not. You want to sleep but your boyfriend has other plans.

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, creampie, established relationship

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You didn't understand why Pedro couldn't be quiet once he woke up. You loved him to death at all times, except when he woke up early and made everything to wake you up as well. You knew he often got bored, and though he wanted you to relax and sleep he also wanted you awake, just like a puppy. That behavior could seem sweet at any hour, but not when it was too damn early in the morning.

You groaned as you refused to open your eyes, you had fallen asleep facing him, and at some point during the night, you snuggled closer and ended up with your head on his chest, which he completed by playing with your hair. He looked down at you and chuckled at how moody you were, caressing your face gently

"Morning, princesa… did you sleep well?" He asked in his husky sleepy voice and got only a groan in response.

"I am still sleeping, Pedro" you said harshly than you intended and faced away from him, in hopes you'd be able to fall asleep. However, as soon as you closed your eyes again, you felt a spike of regret, you shouldn't have been so rude, even if it wasn't your intention, it came out that way and he didn't deserve to be treated that way just because he woke you up.

You looked for his arm and pulled him towards you, so his chest would be against your back

"There you go papi, now you're my personal blanket" you said in a softer tone and let his body scoot closer, feeling something hard poking your ass and it suddenly hit you: that was why he was awake. You chuckled and bit your pillow gently "I can see why you can't sleep and why you woke me up, papi" you laughed softly and moved your hips, brushing your ass against his hard on and hearing a slight moan.

"Don't tease, Y/N, don't you fucking tease" he warned you and received another motion against his hard cock in return.

You just chuckled and lay on your stomach shifting your position a little and opened your legs some more.

"Go ahead papi, I know you want it and I know you can get me ready" you assured him, your ass almost in the air as Pedro looked down at your body and took his hand to your panties, taking them to the side and helping you spread your legs some more. He took a good look at your pussy, stroking your lips gently before parting them and exploring your body. He went up to your clit, rubbing you and feeling how quick you got wet, he loved that and knew it was because of him. His thick fingers explored your warmth, going deep and fingering you slowly at first but fastening the pace as you moved your hips against his hand, wanting more of his touch.

Pedro couldn't wait much longer and freed his cock, pumping it into his fist and watching as his pre cum glistened all over. He squeezed your ass cheeks and slapped it good, making you whimper before he got into your wet core, feeling your walls tightening and milking him and his hand found your clit, teasing it and making sure you'd be sent to an orgasm almost at the same time he was.

His thrusts became sloppy after some time and you knew he was close, you felt his hot load inside at the same time the knot on your lower belly became too intense and you let it go, legs shaking softly as you came for him.

You chuckled and turned to him, as soon as Pedro rolled back to his side, you pecked his neck and then his lips gently while he tried catching his breath.

"Ahora sí, buenos días papi"

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! And always remember, feedback = life

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thatsdemko · 7 months

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it is a glorious sunrise - f.alonso

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Fernando Alonso x fem!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + oral ( m receiving) + established relationship

a/n: had an Alonso brainrot in June… it’s just now getting posted 😅 lol enjoy!!!!

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

There is happiness

In our history

Across our great divide

There is a glorious sunrise

Dappled with the flickers of light

the white linen sheets are crumpled up at the end of the bed. the warm breeze of beautiful Greece was unbearable, that not even night fall could’ve made the humidity drop.

your bodies, despite the warmth, are intertwined with one another. his large hand rests upon your ass, while his other arm has fallen completely numb underneath your naked body.

you can’t help but move closer to him, wanting to feel his chest slightly rise. you can feel the warmth and moisture against his skin, your finger nails trail over the glisten droplets against his abs causing him to stir awake.

he exhales a moan, hand moving up your back and snaking into your hair, fingers beginning to massage your scalp. the silence is filled with the birds chirping outside the open window, and the sounds of young boys and girls giggling in the distance of the sea. it’s blissful, a beautiful awakening next to him.

you flip onto your stomach, breasts pressed against his bare body, you move upward, hands on both sides of him as your lips connect with his. your eyes close, but his open as he was just beginning to drift back to sleep. your soft sweet lips begin to gently move down his neck, a silent moan escapes his lips, head tilting further back into the pillow.

“ay dios mío,” he whispers feeling your nails rake into his skin, lips and tongue licking the sweat off his body. he squirms underneath you, breath hitching when he feels the warm air against his growing hard cock. looking out the window he sees the sun is just barely rising. the orange and pink skies are just forming, the view is breathtaking. watching the sun come up from the clouds, he couldn’t think of anything more beautiful. that’s until his attention shifts to your wet tongue against his tip, mind switches back to reality.

his chest begins to rise and fall with much more emphasis, you can hear his breath increasing with each passing swipe and flick of your tongue against him. he says he can’t last much longer underneath your wet touch, he’s so close to folding. his fingers are bunching the sheets, knuckles white, he’s trying hard to keep it together.

“amor, please,” his pleas are increasing, you swear the people outside your room could hear him, but you don’t mind. you love having him wrapped around your finger, looking like a damsel in distress. it’s not very often he behaves like this.

your tongue flicks him just right, something he’s never felt before, the way it scrapes against his skin, tickles his own nerves the pleasure makes his legs twitch as his body exhales your reward; his cum.

“Buenos días princesa,” he sighs watching you crawl up from his legs to beside him in the bed. you press your lips against his once again, two of you settling into the mattress comfortably.

“what a beautiful morning, nando.” you say, moving yourself closer so you can rest your head against his chest, two of you watch the sunrise with heavy eyelids and once again fall back into slumber.

There is happiness

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greedysadistdaddy · 1 month

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Some Spanish sprinkled in because why not. Was too horny not to make an audio this morning. Hope you enjoy!

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gadriezmannsgirl · 9 months

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Can u do sprang on gavi when reader pretends like she’s not interested in him anymore like ex: her waking up early to pretend she was sleeping on the couch instead of with him and other things but can his fam are apart of it because he pranks them a lot and gavi cry’s?

Not So Funny Anymore -P.G6

Summary: As they grow tired of their son's pranks, Belén and Pablo asked you to help them out and make him stop.

(He's so baby🥹🥰 look at his face)

"Amor" You felt your shoulder shake "Amor, wake up"

"Huh? ¿Qué?" You ask sleepy

"¿Qué haces aquí?" (What are you doing here?)

"¿Qué estás hablando?" (What are you talking about?)

"Why are you asleep on the couch?" You furrow your eyebrows confused before nodding

"Oh! Yes, I wasn't sleepy during the night so I came here to watch some TV and then I guess I fell asleep" You replied hoping to convince him

"Why didn't you told me? I could've helped you or just stayed with you" You shook your head.

"You don't need to do that, cariño. I'm good"

"Well, I'll still do it, you're my girlfriend" You smiled softly "Morning by the way" You smiled softly

"Morning" You said watching how he leaned to kiss your lips but second before his lips could touch yours; you moved your head to the side, his lips touching your cold cheek.

"Want to kiss your lips"

"I haven't brushed my teeth"

"We know I don't care about that, princesa" You shook your head pushing him away lightly by his chest

"But I do" You said before standing up

"Since when?"

"Since now" You said sticking your tongue out as Pablo tried to grab it with his hand "Naughty"

"Only with you tho" He winks at you shake your head, soon he got closer to you and wrapped you in his arms and as much as you wanted to melt in his arms and give in, the voice of Belén, sounded in your head

"Let's prank him... Act as if you weren't interested in him anymore"

You quickly pushed your head back lightly remembering her words from last night when he was leaning into you, his eyebrows furrowed

"Amor"

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"Stop playing around, gimme a kiss"

"Let's wash our mouths first and then a lil kiss"

"Y/N"

"Buenos días" (Good morning) Belén's voice came in as you got out of Pablo's hold

"What are you doing?" He had whispered but you shook your head

"Nothing, your mom came into the room, I'm not gonna give her a show of me throwing myself at her son"

"She loves us"

"Stop, Pablo"

"No, I want you" He whined pushing his forehead into yours and nudging his nose with yours

"¡Y/N, hija!" You heard Belén and found the perfect time to escape from his tries and from your almost giving in

"Mamá Belén is calling" You hurried out of his hold leaving him there shocked

"Thank you" You said in the kitchen as she smiles

"Me imaginé que te estaba haciendo caer" (I knew he was trying to make you fall for his charms) She smiled

"And he almost got it" You both laughed "What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes"

"Want me to do coffee and juice?" She winks at you nodding

You had keep going on with the game, pretending you didn't wanted his kisses, were too hot for cuddles or didn't wanted his touch with or without his friends and family members around, basically always making up some excuse for two days straight and he was too frustrated to think about anything.

"Has Y/N been weird lately? Or is it just me?" Gavi had asked to his parents once as he watched you leave

"I think she's normal as always" Pablo said shaking his head to his son's words

"She's weird, I meant it in the greatest way ever by the way, we all are tho... But that's what makes her the way she is" Belén smiled as Gavi slightly smiled agreeing with his mom.

At this moment you were with his mom, dad, sister, Javi and a few of his friends but when he tried to put his arm around your lower waist to bring you close and you stood up, he lost it.

"Did I do something?" He followed you into the kitchen as you looked at him with wide eyes

"¿A qué te refieres?" (What do you mean?)

"You've been avoiding me during these past two days! The farest thing you've done is peck my lips twice! I'm asking you did I did something wrong? I wanna fix whatever is going on between us"

"You didn't do anything, Pablo"

"Then aren't you interested in me anymore? Is that it? Don't you love me anymore?"

"What?"

"Tell me straight away so in that way I won't be hurting anymore than what I have been lately with your sudden distancing!"

"Pablo" You sighed and his face fell

"Don't" He turned around to leave

"Hey, amor" You inmediately said following him "No, wait!"

"Hijo, where are you going?" Pablo, asked watching his son get out of the house

"What happened?"

"¡Que lo hemos llevado muy lejos!" (We took it too far!) You yelled running behind the youngest "Pablito, amor, wait!"

"¿Qué?" (What?) You looked at him with tender eyes when you saw his big brown eyes start tearing up

"Of course I still love you"

"The past two days doesn't look like you do" You sighed coming up to hug him tightly and kiss his cheeks, eyes, nose and lips like you had been longing to do this past two days

"It was all a prank"

"Huh?"

"It was a prank, Gavi" Pablo said

"We were tired of you fooling around with us, so we tried to get you back" Belén explained

"That's why your parents always called me up on something and when you asked them if they noticed anything in me, they brushed it off! It was a prank!" You took a lil step back "Of course I'm still interested in you, mi niño lindo. I'm deeply in love with you and it'll take forever for me to lost interest in you, mi amor." You hugged him tight and kissed his cheek several times

"Joder, I'll stop my pranks but just never ever again use her to prank me back, please" Gavi separated from you a bit as he sniffed and you wipped his tears away.

"Deal"

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only-girlss · 2 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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goaways-stuff · 2 years

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ABC's of Sex with Jake Lockley

pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader (mentions of Marc and Steven x reader)

warnings: SMUT. Handcuffs, bondage, papí kink, sex toys, dom! Jake, sub!bratty! reader, mentions of trauma and Marc's mom and the abuse she dealt, marking, choking, sadism, masochism, spitting cum into one's mouth bc Jakey is a nasty boy, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, and overall Jake being a kinky motherfucker.

summary: a headcanon style fic of the different aspects of sex with Jake Lockley

a/n: again, I don't have DID myself, but I have done research into the topic and have tried to keep it accurate to real life as well as the show. That being said, I can still get things wrong, so please call me out if there's any harmful stereotypes or misinformation in my writing. I also apologize for my Spanish, I am not a native speaker and while I am in the process of learning it, I'm still a beginner in the language, so if there's anything wrong, tell me so I can correct it.

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Spanish translations: (in order of appearance) ▪︎Tan bueno/beuna para mi, cariño. Te amo mucho= So good for me, dear. I love you so much.

▪︎Mi amor= my love

▪︎ Buenos días= good morning

▪︎Mi príncipe/princesa= My prince/princess

▪︎Mierda= shit

▪︎Verde= green

A=Aftercare

(what he's like after the deed)

Early into your relationship with Jake, for his aftercare, he would hand the body over to Steven, letting him take care of you. You were hurt, but you knew enough about Jake to let it go. You knew that he was protective of the boys. What you didn't know is how protective he was of you and how he was afraid you'd leave him because he wasn't good enough. Eventually, you got him to open up, since then he is so gentle with you during aftercare. He's his you as if you were the most delicate flower, whispering praises in Spanish. "Tan bueno/beuna para mi, cariño. Te amo mucho." You pepper kisses across his face and a blissed out smile forms across it.

B=Body part

(favorite of his and favorite of yours)

Jake is very confident in himself, at least looks wise. He knows how attractive he is and uses it to his advantage. His favorite is probably his shoulders and back. He loves how you hold on to them for dear life and he fucks you into the mattress. He loves when you scratch your nails down his back, leaving marks that he smirks at in the mirror for days.

He loves every single inch of your body, and if you would let him, he'd mark every single inch of it. But his favorite is probably your neck. He loves squeezing it when your right on the edge to completely throw you off of it. He loves how good his hands look around it. He also loves marking it, along with you collar bones and shoulders. He loves that really sensitive spot that makes you bend to his will. Anytime you were a necklace, he's complementing it before adding something along the lines of "my hands would look better, mi amor."

C=Cum

(where, how much, what he's like, etc)

Jake, like Steven also blows huge loads. He loves cumming on your face, loves how you'll take a finger, swipe some up and swallow it. "My greedy whore just can't get enough, huh?" Some of it will drip down your chest, and Jake, being the nasty, perverted fucker that he is will lick it off of you before kissing you deep, the salty flavor filling both of your mouths.

D=Dirty secret

(what was he hiding from you until you found out yourself?)

Jake hid absolutely nothing from you sexually. If he wanted something, he told you. He was not ashamed about anything he was into; however, what you weren't let in on until later into the relationship was his soft side. The side that Jake almost never showed to anyone besides little kids and cats. Jake loves cats and he would die for them, so when you got him a cat after finding out, that was when he started showing his soft side with you. He would wake you up with breakfast in bed, humming a little tune. "Buenos días, mi príncipe/princesa, did you sleep alright?" He would feed his cat, as well as Steven's fish for him, making sure the fish tank was properly closed as he didn't want to deal with having to get a Gus III. You always made sure to appreciate his domestic side and not take it for granted, as you knew how vulnerable he felt doing it.

E=Experience

(how much/ little does he have?)

Jake doesn't have a high body count, as he's the one out the least, but he knows exactly what he's doing. He is the master of control and knows exactly how to bring you to release. He even knows all of your most sensitive spots from watching Marc and Steven have their way with you.

F=Favorite position

(self explanatory)

Jake is the kind to put you in as many positions as possible, finding what feels best. He loves having you tied up, spread eagle, or ass up with your face down and arms behind your back, he also loves putting your knees on his shoulders and fucking you like there's no tomorrow. Jake is the one to try all the funky position you see in those sex positivity websites.

G=Goofy

(is he more goofy or serious in bed?)

Jake is the most serious out of the three, in fact you don't think you've ever seen him laugh in bed. He will crack a smile, but it's typically one of those dirty smirks that makes you weak in the knees.

H=Hair

(does the carpet match the drapes?)

Jake is typically the one that shaves, which annoys Marc and Steven who have to deal with the regrowth. Jake just likes the way it looks more with it shaved, but he finally came to the agr with Marc and Steven to just keep it trimmed and he would be allowed to shave it for special events. And boy did he take advantage of what "special events" meant. You had a long week at work? That calls for a special event weekend. Had it been a year since the first time you held his hand? Special event. Marc and Steven would be annoyed anytime Jake even mentioned a special event.

I=Intamacy

(what is his version of intamacy?)

Jake used to be almost completely shut out from you. He didn't trust you at first, worried that you were going to hurt the boys, he was their protector after all. He was physical manifestation of all the abuse Marc suffered through as a kid. He only became more resentful after seeing how Steven was often treated by Donna. He even got mad at Marc a couple times for being so mean to Steven. But he was the protector of them both and he would do anything for them. So after seeing how much you cared for them, he started longing for that from you too. He wanted to wake up holding you in the mornings. He wanted to feel your hand glide across his stubble before pulling him in for a kiss. He wanted your hugs, the ones that made the boys' problems melt away. You would let him have all of that and more if be would only let you. The two of you started off small, giving him quick pecks on the cheeks before you left for work, or a "be safe," before he left for his cabbie work. It eventually blossomed into a very intimate relationship with Jake. At first, he hated how soft and gooey he felt around you, but now, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

J=Jack off

(how, when, where, why does he jack off, if he does?)

Jake almost never jacks off now that he has you. Unless it's you giving him a hand job, he has no care to jack himself off. But if the two of you are apart for extended periods of time, he'll send you videos of him touching himself just because he knows how much you love it.

K=Kinks

(what's he into?)

Jake is a kinky bastard. He loves hearing you call him Papí. In fact, he won't let you cum until you're screaming it. He has definitely gotten you in trouble with the noise complaints. He's into bondage and he loves edging you. But as soon as you're crying, begging to cum he will make you cum until you physically can't anymore. He loves marking you, showing everyone that your his. Be loves choking you and pulling your hair, and he also loves having his hair pulled. He's a sadist and a masochist. He loves giving you the pain that you so desperately crave, but he also loves when you dig your nails into him or pull his hair while he's between your legs. He's also into spitting in your mouth or spitting on your privates and using it as lube while he opens you up. While all three are pretty kinky, he's proud to claim the title of the kinkiest.

L=Location

(where's his favorite place to do it?)

Jake agrees with Steven on the plain old bed, but Jake makes it anything but plain. He loved that he can put you in almost any position he wants on the bed. He also likes fucking you against the wall, or holstering you up on the kitchen counter and fucking you on it, to which Steven was a bit upset about as food goes there until he tried it for himself. He was no longer mad at Jake after that.

M=Motivation

(what gets him going?)

Jake can turn almost anything dirty. Shower? He's coming with. Cooking? No need because his favorite meal is you. Getting dressed? Nope, the clothes will just come off anyway. You can't do anything without it at least being turned into a dirty joke. All you have to do to get him going is just exist and he's all up on you.

N=No

(what are his limits?)

Jake doesn't have a lot, he'll just agree with Marc on this one about the nasty bathroom stuff. The shat or vomit or whatever is just several steps past his limits.

O=Oral

(is he a giver? a taker?)

While Jake almost always makes sure both happen everytime you have sex, he prefers you sucking his dick. He loves edging himself with your mouth. He'll grip your hair a guide you until he's right there before stopping you. He whispers curses in Spanish as he catches his breath and comes back down only to start the process over until your jaw is sore and voice is gone.

P=Pace

(how fast, slow, rough, or gentle is he?)

Jake takes things hard and fast. Even if he stats out slow, it ends with him taking what he needs and fucking you into next Sunday. Sometimes, he'll end it slow as well, after he cums, he'll just grind into you as a way to ground himself and you, and more often than not he's able to squeeze one more orgasm out of you.

Q=Quickie

(how's he feel about them?)

Jake, like Steven, is not a big fan of quickies as he prefers to take his sweet time building you up, edging you, and finally letting you get that sweet release. Only rarely do you have quickies with Jake. And everytime you do "have a quickie," you'll have to pry him off you because he's gonna want to go for another round.

R=Risk

(is he willing to get a little risky during the frisky?)

Jake is the risk taker. He's always researching what new things can be tried out in the bedroom. He goes through article after article to find new positions, new toys, new places or ways to have sex. He loves taking a risk or two if it means you find something you like.

S=Stanima

(How long can he go for?)

Jake is the kind of stanima, edging you for what feels like hours, only to then overstimulate you until you are a babbling mess with tears streaking your face. The only coherent words are Jake, Papí, and please. He loves edging himself as well. He'll eat you out and grind himself into the bed until he's right there then stop. He can make sex last as long as you can handle it.

T=Toys

(does he own any for himself? for you?)

Jake loves toys and uses any extra tips he gets from cabbie driving to spend on you. And another of that spending goes to buying whatever new sex toy he found. And almost always, it heightens both of your experience. Vibrators, cock rings, vibrating cock rings, gags, handcuffs, blindfolds, paddles, dildos. He even got a clone-a-willy and gifted it to you. (Which was also a "special event" that he just had to shave for.)

U=Unfair

(is he a tease?)

Jake is a tease. He'll get dressed in front of you, and watch your pupils dilate and notice how your legs squirm. "Like what you see príncipe/princesa?" He'll give you head before you leave for work, but not let you cum. So all day you're just thinking about him, about his touch. He doesn't even have to be present to tease you. He'll send you pictures of himself in the shower, videos and audios of him moaning and jacking off. He makes sure to not let himself cum either though, saving it all for you. Once home, he'll only give you the lightest kisses, the softest touches, even though he knows you need so much more. He has you begging before he's even really touched you.

V=Volume

(how loud or quiet is he during the hanky panky?)

He used to be much quieter, but now he let's out all his groans, grunts, and dirty, degrading praises. "Such a good slut for me, yeah? Stuffed full of my cock and still begging for more." You squeeze him tight at his words. "Mierda, you squeeze me so tight, almost can't move, feel that good, huh?" All you can do in nod as you whimper at his harsh pace. He's been the cause of a couple of noise complaint to your flat.

W=Wild card

(Random headcanon about him. Go!)

You hadn't meant to smart off to Jake, you really hadn't. You were just snappy and honestly in a mood to mess with him. Maybe you had meant to smart off to him. "I'm home, mi amor," Jake had said, closing the door behind him. He went to sit on the couch with you, snuggling up next to you. You let him, but when he asked you to hand him the remote, you questioned him. "So I can turn on the TV, amor. Unless you wanted to watch something?" You just looked at him. "I still don't see why I should. Why don't you get it yourself?" Jake frowned, unsure of where the attitude had come from. "What’s wrong cariño? Talk to me, I'm here." He kissed your cheek. You turned and looked him dead in the eyes with a smirk on your face. "Make me." Jake was taken aback for a moment. "Oh, so you want to play, hmm? You wanna act like a brat when I just wanna give you my love?" He picked you up, bringing you to the bed. "You'll see what happens to brats, stay still. If you move, you're gonna make it worse on yourself." He bent down to grab the box of toys from under the bed. Now it was getting interesting. You decided to keep the act going just a bit longer. "Or what? What are you going to do about it?," You said moving from the position he put you in. He shot up. "What did you say to me?" The look on his face had you squirming and you could feel yourself leaking in your underwear. "You wanna know what I'm going to do about it?" You shrugged. "Here’s exactly what I'm going to do," He said grabbing the handcuffs from the box. "First, I'm going to cuff you, you're not going to touch me until I say, you understand?" You nodded, knowing that you were now in a deep enough hole that you dug for yourself. He picked up the gag and examined it. "If I hear one more bratty word from you tonight, you're getting this," He said, putting it on the night stand for a possible later use. He grabbed the blindfold from the box as well as a vibrator. That was the last thing you saw before he put the blindfold on you. "Here’s what you're going to do: you're gonna lay down, legs spread and hands above your head. No touching me or I get the ropes, understand?" You nodded again, not trusting your words to not be bratty. "Let me hear you," Fuck. "Yes, Papí, I understand." You heard the vibrator turn on. "Good boy/girl/baby." He brought it to your clothes nipples, the vibrations were low, but with the blindfold your other senses were heightened. You let out a small whimper, trying your best to stay still, not wanting to fall into the temptation of touching him. He dragged it over your stomach before lifting your shirt up. He kissed your tummy, leaving soft marks that would fade shortly. "What’s your color, cariño/cariña?" You wanted to badly to buck your hips into him as he got closer to them with the toy. "Green- verde," You responded. He hummed an affirmative before unbuttoning your pants. "Look at these undies, such a pretty baby. You were planning this, weren't you? If you want to be punished, you can always ask," He said, kissing where your stomach and crotch meet. He pulled them off, leaving your bottom half bare. "Oh, look at that baby, so ready for me and I've just started." He dragged the vibrator to your thigh, causing you to shudder. "Please, Papí, I'm sorry-" You whined. "Oh no, you don't get out of this that easy, mi amor. You wanted this after all, didn't you?" It was true, he had you all figured out. He finally brought it to where you needed it most and upped the setting. You arched your back into it, moaning at the pleasure. He let you grind into it until you were right there. Right on the edge of a cliff you wanted so badly to throw yourself off of. He snatched it away, not allowing you release just yet. "Uh-uh, precioso/preciosa, you have to be good to cum. Maybe if you can show me how sorry you really are, I'll let you."

(definitely didn't go a little overboard with this one)

X=X-ray

(what's going on down there?)

They all share the same, beautiful thick cock with the almost purplish head. Most likely cut due to Marc's Jewish roots.

Y=Yearning

(how horny is he?)

Jake is the horniest of the three. He will fuck you until he can't move anymore, but the minute you suggest a shower he's up and ready for round two. Then possibly a round three when you're out of the shower. And maybe a little bit of oral for a light round four. He loves fucking you, he loves making love to you. He is just so attracted to you and in love with you. He wants you as much as you'll let him have you.

Z=Zzz

(how fast does he fall asleep after the deed?)

He's not really the one to ever fall asleep with the body, usually Steven is the one that will front as you go to sleep, sometimes Marc, but rarely Jake. Though on the nights that he does take the body to sleep, it's almost never right after fucking you. He loves taking care of you and letting you take care of him after sex. You'll hold his face and rub your thumb along his cheek. "You're so pretty." You say, giving a gentle kiss to his nose. "Pretty, huh?" You nodded, "So pretty. Gorgeous lashes, gorgeous nose, gorgeous cheekbones. Definitely pretty." He let out a small chuckle, "I'll take it," He said before kissing you deeply with passion. Once the both of you were taken care of, he would lay down and hold you tight to his chest, a protective gesture you always loved. You wrapped your arms around him as well, giving him the protection that he always gave, but never received. Yep, he definitely had a soft side for you.

#jake lockley x male reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley fluff #steven grant smut #marc spector smut #moon knight system #moon knight smut #moon knight headcanon #moon knight #oscar isaac #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac x reader

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anadiasmount · 1 month

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had this thought earlier but what word or phrase would you want to hear jude say in spanish (i just want him to say amor once 🤭)

SOOO MANYY THINGS I WANNA HEAR HIM SAY 😔🤞🏻

curse words (mierda, pendejo, hijo de ****, no me cagues, etc)… i think that’s pretty obvious because it’s what people first learn when they learn spanish and i think it would be funny hearing them in his accent 😭😭

princess = princesa 😔🤞🏻

love = amor/ amorcito 🫦

my beautiful gf = mi hermosa novia/ esposa 🤭

good morning/ night my life = buenos días/ noches mi vida 😣

give me a kiss beautiful, please? = dame un beso hermosa, porfavor? 😣🤞🏻

you drive me crazy = me vuelvo loco por ti 🌚🗣️

i love you so much = te amo muchísimo 😔💔

i miss you = te extraño

#judey thoughts 5️⃣

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ghqstfqce · 1 year

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𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 + 𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒂 𐇵 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 ݁ ׅ ֢ ࣪ ㅤㅤ♡︎ㅤㅤ31.10.𝟤𝟤ㅤㅤ!!ㅤㅤ𔓕

♡𝅼 Ꞌꞌ : denji x princessgender ! reader x yoshida ' pronouns ellx in spanish ver. and princess/prins in english ver ' minors dni y si deciden ignorarme, no quiero verles interactuando ' tanto denji como yoshida son mayores de edad ' ENGLISH VERSION RIGHT HERE, I USED TRANSLATOR AND MY POOR ENGLISH, SORRY ' ᯇ 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿.

Aquí, tiradx a cuatro patas sobre el suelo, con el dulce cachorro Denji follándote con torpeza y frustración de no poder causar más placer que el que ofrecería la penetración, te diste cuenta que debías haberlo sabido. Cuando Yoshida, tu novio quien era la persona posesiva que conocías, llegó con un cachorro cargando en brazos debías haber sabido que no traía nada bueno y menos si te daba esa característica sonrisa que solo significaba problemas.

Aun así, no dudaste en ser tan dulce y cuidadosx con Denji, el pobre cachorro que solo buscaba amor y atención, se pegó como una lapa a ti y floreció ante todos tus mimos. Tú serías a quien buscara para todo, así sea el mínimo problema, lo entrenaste para buscar ayuda cuando creía necesitarla.

Por ello no te sorprendió cuando llegó corriendo hacia mientras señalaba su erecto y rojo pene, se veía tan dolorido, que no dudaste en ayudarlo, pensaste que solo usarías tu mano y luego conseguirías un juguete para él. Pero no, el cachorro siempre te quiso a ti y por ello no fue una sorpresa que las cosas escalaron como lo hiciera; primero quería tu mano, luego fue tu boca y por último fue tu coño, y tú siendo quien eras, no podías negarle nada.

Como era de esperarse, Yoshida se enteró, se enteró cuando estabas arrodilladx y con el rostro en el suelo dejando que Denji te llenara de su tercera carga en el día y contrario a lo esperado, él solo río y los observó hasta que terminara.

— Mi pequeñx princesa, no sabía que era una perra tan sucia. Hice bien en conseguirle a su cachorro, ¿no?

Y ante eso no sabrías que decir, más cuando siempre lo decía cuando estabas siendo jodida por Denji, solo gemirías y llorarías por no poder formular palabras.

Fuiste devueltx a la realidad cuando sentiste que Yoshida se sentaba frente a ti, atrayendote para que tu rostro quedara frente a su miembro erecto escondido entre sus pantalones. — Es hora que le agradezcas a tu amo por tu regalo.– Sin pedirle a Denji que se detuviera, simplemente abriste la boca, listx para recibirlo.

Here, sprawled on all fours on the floor, with sweet puppy Denji fucking you clumsily and frustrated that he couldn't bring you more pleasure than penetration would offer, you realized you should have known. When, Yoshida, your boyfriend who was the possessive person you knew, arrived with a puppy carrying in his arms, you should have known that he did not bring anything good and less if he gave you that characteristic smile that only meant problems.

Even so, you did not hesitate to be so sweet and careful with Denji, the poor puppy who was only looking for love and attention, stuck like a stick to you and flourished before all your cuddles. You would be the one he looked for everything, even if it was the least problem, you trained him to seek help when he thought he needed it.

That's why you weren't surprised when he came running towards him while pointing at his erect and red penis, he looked so sore that you didn't hesitate to help him, you thought you would just use your hand and then get a toy for him. But no, the puppy always loved you and therefore it was not a surprise that things escalated as it did; first he wanted your hand, then it was your mouth and finally it was your pussy, and you being who you were, you couldn't deny him anything.

As expected, Yoshida found out, he found out when you were on your knees and with your face on the ground letting Denji fill you with his third load of the day and contrary to expectations, he just laughed and watched them until he finished.

"My little princess, I didn't know princess was such a dirty bitch. I was right to get prins pup, wasn't I?".

And before that you would not know what to say, more when he always said it when you were being fucked by Denji, you would only moan and cry for not being able to formulate words.

You were brought back to reality when you felt Yoshida sit in front of you, pulling you in so that your face was in front of his erect member hidden in his pants. "It's time to thank your master for your gift." Without asking Denji to stop, you simply opened your mouth, ready to receive him.

#denji x reader x yoshida #denji x reader #denji smut #yoshida hirofumi x reader #yoshida x reader #chainsawman x reader

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Diabolik Lovers Daylight Animate Tokuten:「Durmiendo junto a un★Vampiro」 [Kino]

Título original: 「添い寝でおやすみ★ヴァンパイア」

Kino: *entra a la habitación* Oye, ¿tienes un momento? No estás ocupada, ¿verdad? ¿Quieres que juguemos? ¡Sí! Es que me estoy aburriendo de jugar contigo y pensé que de vez en cuando podría jugar contigo. Claro que sé que se te dan mal los videojuegos, es por eso que bajé varias aplicaciones, al menos debe haber uno de estos juegos que sí se te dé bien. Entonces empecemos, vayamos a la cama. ¿Acabas de imaginar algo raro? ¿Segura? Tu cara está roja, que curioso. Aunque si quieres puedo cumplir tu deseo, princesa.

Kino (1:08): Tampoco tenias que negarlo con tantas ganas… Bueno, da igual. Dije que fuéramos a la cama por si te quedabas dormida jugando, lamento haber defraudado tus expectativas. Vamos, ven aquí. *van a la cama* Turnémonos para jugar en mi celular. Partamos con un juego de acción de tablero. Es sencillo, quien derrote más enemigos en treinta segundos gana. ¿Entendiste? Yo partiré. Bien… ¡Empecemos! *comienza a jugar* Claro que soy rápido, juego a esto todos los días. Oh, ya acabó. Treinta enemigos en treinta segundos, o sea que tengo treinta puntos. Bueno, este juego es sencillo.

Kino (2:15): ¿Qué dices? Acabar con un enemigo por segundo es pan comido. Vamos, te toca, ten. *te pasa el celular* Ah, pero que sepas que si pierdes más veces que yo tendré derecho a jugar contigo cuánto me plazca. ¿Tienes tiempo de distraerte? El juego ya empezó. *empiezas a jugar, vas lento* Aah… Eres tan torpe que me saca de quicio, confundes el botón de ataque con el de salto, ¿qué lograrás saltando sobre los enemigos? ¡Ah! ¡Te siguen atacando! ¡Mira, te están atacando por detrás…! Oh, se acabó… A ver derrotaste a… cinco enemigos… tienes cinco puntos.

Kino (3:19): ¡Apestas en esto! No te deprimas… Sabía que este tipo de juegos se te daban mal, tranquila, tengo más aplicaciones, préstame mi celular. Ahora juguemos a esto, puede que se te dé bien. Es un juego de cocina. Quien prepare una comida deliciosa en un minuto gana. Bueno, cocinar en la vida real y en un juego son dos cosas distintas, así que no creo que vaya a perder.

Kino (4:03): Muy bien, yo parto. ¡Empecemos! Primero hay que pelar el rábano… ¿Pelar? ¿Qué…? ¿Pelar no es lo que se hace con el cabello…? ¡¿Por qué no explican cómo hacerlo?! No entiendo bien, pero debo “pelarlo”, ¿no? Voy a deslizar la pantalla… ¡¿Ah?! ¡¿Puntos negativos?! ¡¿Por qué?! Ahora que tengo un rábano pelado debo… cortarlo… en… ¿trozos redondos, trozos cuadrados o en trozos de medialuna? ¡¿Cómo voy a saberlo?! *fin* Imposible… acabó sin que pudiera hacer nada… ¡Juego de mierda! ¡¿Por qué tengo que saber de cocina para poder jugar?! Olvidemos este juego, juguemos a otra cosa.

Kino (5:04): ¡Ay cállate! No tiene sentido jugar a esto. ¿Injusto? ¿Quién te crees? Aah, me estoy empezando a molestar… Supongo que empezaré a jugar contigo antes de tener los resultados. Oye… puedo, ¿no? Jeje, mírate, estás temblando, que divertida eres de ver, Aprovechando que estamos en la cama… ¿Qué debería hacerte? Podría aprovechar y hacer algo divertido. Aah… Si serás… Bueno, si tanto quieres jugar, entonces hazlo. *te pasa el celular* Pero tú si sabes de cocina, así que para que sea justo deberás acabar en la mitad de mi tiempo.

Kino (6:11): Ya presioné el botón de inicio, jeje, esfuérzate en dar pelea antes de que empiece a jugar contigo *juegas y haces todo rápido*.

*luego*

Kino (6:30): ¿Hm…? ¿Qué estaba haciendo…? Recuerdo que fui a verla… ¿Hm? Ya veo… Nos quedamos dormidos mientras estábamos jugando el último juego. No pensé que de verdad jugaríamos hasta acabar dormidos… pero de igual. Jeje, está durmiendo plácidamente. Pero si se durmió mientras jugábamos, entonces… *revisa el celular* Wow, vaya mano… Me dio batalla en el juego de cartas. Y aunque me frustre… debo admitir que sufrí una victoria aplastante en el juego de cocina… ¡Aunque es culpa del juego! O sea que en resumen… fue un empate. Es una pena, pero parece que hoy no podré jugar contigo.

Kino (7:47): Sin embargo… Oh, despertaste. Nos divertimos mucho antes de dormir, ¿no? ¿No lo recuerdas? Con lo emocionada que estabas. Yo no dije nada del juego. ¡Ajajaja! ¡Te alteraste de inmediato! Lo siento, pero esa cara solo me genera ternura. Estás completamente roja. Nunca me puedo aburrir de mi princesa, tanto que jamás quiero soltarte. *bosteza* Aún es temprano, puedes dormir un poco más, yo volveré a dormir.

Kino (8:52): Ven aquí. *te acercas a él* Oye, al final no coronamos a un ganador tras los juegos, pese a eso, me divertí y tú igual, ¿no? Jeje, aunque era esperable. Por eso… volvamos a jugar hasta quedar dormidos, estoy seguro de que será divertido. Sí, es una promesa. Entonces… buenas noches.

#kino #diabolik lovers daylight #tokuten #diabolik lovers #traducción al español #mi traducción #animate tokuten

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