Guys i decided,if i’m getting anon hate i’m gonna respond with some fancams,not wasting a single word on them
Guys i decided,if i’m getting anon hate i’m gonna respond with some fancams,not wasting a single word on them
I have made two calendars. On for the end of July and on for August! These are the dates in which I will be posting the requests currently in my inbox! (Let me know if I should post which request is which... I wasn't sure if I should specify.)
I apologize for them being spaced out obscurely. I wasn't sure how I would handle my mouth surgery and wanted to give myself time to make sure these posts are absolutely perfect!
Anyway! Thank you guys for your love and patience! I really appreciate it!! Take care of yourselves and drink lots of water!!
considering doing victon/tbz/p1h/e’last/etc headcanons SEND IN ASKS IM BORED
Here’s the request for Beomgyu!
Pair: Mommy/Bottom!Wanda x Daddy/Top!Reader, mentions of Tommy and Billy
Type: Smut (with soft things and hard things idk)
Warning: Smut, strap on sex, fingering, some daddy kink maybe, mention of breeding, making Wanda squirt👀, degradation and praises, that's all I can think of rn
Note: Pls I want her🥵 (also I havent proofread it)
A whimper slip out of Wanda's mouth as you press her against the wall. Your lips exploring every inch of her, her lips, her jawline, her neck. You feel a fire burning in your stomach, an instinct to have her, to feel her.
"Y/N..." Wanda pushes your shoulder when your hand made its way underneath her shirt.
"Yes?" You quickly undone her brassiere.
Wanda's cheeks are painted in light pink from your pursue, "The kids, they're gonna hear us."
You smirk and bring yourself closer, your hands moving to her hips. A squeeze is enough to make her gasp, "You mean they'll hear how good daddy make mommy feels?"
"They are playing minecraft with their headset on," You nibble her lower lip then pull away from the kiss, "but let's move this to our room, in case you can't get out of our bed afterwards."
Wanda holds your hand, and you stealthily open the door of the laundry room. Peeping to the living room, your twins are stuck in the world of cubes.
You put your Avengers training into practice, quietly and safely sneak into the master bedroom. You lock the door up and pull Wanda in with one hand. "I want you."
"Then make me yours," Wanda whispers to your ear, "daddy."
You swallow hard and pick her up to your bed. Your patience has long burnt out, you both undress yourselves, then you hold her down as you put on the strap on.
"Mmm." Wanda's legs locking your waist when you grinding the strap on agaist her pussy. "Need you, daddy."
"Fuck, Wanda." You bucking your hips and push the silicon deep inside her. You stay put for as long as you can, giving her a moment to adjust, until you feel your girl squirming under you. "Taking daddy's cock so well, aren't you, sweetheart?"
Wanda manages to bucking her hips against you, fucking herself on your cock, "Fuck me, daddy, make me cum on your cock."
"Hey now, dear." You coo before leaning in to nibble her earlobe, "If you keep being so filthy daddy will have to put another baby inside you."
Wanda feel herself throbbing to your words, then her legs start moving with the same pace as you, helping you thrust harder and deeper inside her.
"Dirty little whore, you like being daddy's cum dump, don't you?" You smirk and hold Wanda up by her waist, making she sit on your strap on with her back against your chest.
"Daddy daddy you're going too fast daddy-" Wanda's sound muffled by your palm, but you continue to pound your way inside her with your other hand grabbing her breast to hold her down.
"Hmmm, mmm." You let go of your hand and slower down the motion of your hips when Wanda had calm down from her high.
"Fuck that was... intense, daddy." Wanda kisses your arm around her body to tell you how good it is, and you press your lips on her shoulder blade in return.
"Wanda?" You put her back onto the mattress and her legs in your hands. "I think you can take more. I want to see you making a mess. Would you do that for me, love?"
Wanda's breath hitched, "I'll- I'll do anything for you, daddy."
You kiss her calf before moving her feet to your shoulder; Wanda frowns a little bit when you tighten your muscle and the toy is inside her sensitive cunt again. "You're doing so good. So good for me, honey."
"Daddy, daddy," Wanda's eyes teary as she feels overwhelm by the simulation. She reach out her hands, "wanna hold hands."
"Of course, love. You're so pretty, you know that?" You lock your fingers together and start thrusting her, you go with a few seconds of full speed, then slow down, and go full speed again.
After a few rounds, Wanda gets more and more whiny, "Daddy please, please I'm so close, I can't- fuck, Y/N I'm cumming I'm cumming!"
You pull the strap on out and replace it with your hand, your three fingers crawling inside her and your thumb brushing her erected clit as your hand moving fast.
"Come on baby, c'mon, make a mess for daddy." You coo as the splashing sound gets louder and you feel her soft, warm walls contracting around your fingers.
Wanda arches her back up and stays for quite a moment before flopping back onto the bed, tired.
You look at the pool of wetness on the bed and carefully bring her to your arms. Your lips land on her hair, her temple and her shoulder, "You did so well, I'm so proud of you, Wan."
Wanda purrs and rest on your chest, feeling your heartbeat.
"Mommy! Daddy! Do we have something to eat?" The boys yelling from the living room.
"I'll deal with these two goofy heads, I think you need a little rest." You and Wanda chuckles, and you press another kiss on her temple before pulling the duvet over her and get off the bed.
You change into your clothes, "Let's clean you up after I get them some food."
Wanda didn't say anything back, she just watches you as you go.
"Boys, keep the voice down please, mommy is napping. What do you want to eat?"
beomgyu x reader
warnings: dirty (but not really) voicemails, sexual tension, light dirty talk but it cuts off bc i’m a tease
a/n: i wrote this ages ago but i just wanna get it out the drafts even tho i don’t like it.
“b-beomgyu!” he hears your chirpy voice speak through the speaker on his phone. he woke up that morning with a few missed calls and missed messages from you from the early hours in the morning when he was asleep.
it was nothing new, you always spammed him with those things when you went out and got drunk without him. it made him feel special, that you were always the first he went to.
“i think i had a little too much to drink, i-i’m home now but i miss you.” you slurred your words and he smiles at his best friends habits of your sing song voice when you were drunk.
“there’s so much i want to tell you right now, just so i can watch the pretty smile on your lips.” the tips of beomgyu’s ears turn red from the sudden compliment before the voicemail ends there. luckily for him, there were more. he clicks play on the other calls and waits for what else you have to say, ready to tease you about it the next time he sees you.
“don’t even get me started on your lips, beomgyu theyre so pretty…” you giggle and beomgyu shakes his head lightly “…so fucking hot too.”
this time beomgyu’s smile vanished from his lips, he’s used to you calling him cute. you calling him hot was something that never happened, but something he could get used to.
“they’re just so inviting, it’s just a shame we’ve been friends for this long and you haven’t kissed me yet.” he hears you sigh dramatically followed by a hiccup and beomgyu cannot believe what he is hearing, of course he’s thought those things about you and he’s thought worse things but he never knew that’s what you wanted.
“wanna kiss you so bad.” he bites back his smile before the second voicemail ends and he can see that he has one more left to listen to. he sat for a second, trying to collect his thoughts.
only thinking ‘you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts’
so with a shaky finger, his clicks play on the final voicemail you left for him before he assumes you fell asleep.
“want to fall apart all over your pretty face.” and now beomgyu was really shocked, there was no way you had just said that and then willingly send the message.
“fuck- beomgyu i want you so bad.” his mouth hangs open slightly before the third and final voicemail ends.
he sat there on his bed, mind racing a million miles an hour as he contemplates what he should do. part of him wants to run to your place and give you everything you were talking about, the other part was telling him you were drunk and that’s not what you actually wanted.
after what feels like a lifetime, he takes his gamble and picks up his phone and clicking on your caller ID and another part of him prays that you don’t pick up.
“mornin’” your groggy voice chuckles lightly but beomgyu’s heart rate is so fast he doesn’t feel like he can laugh right now.
“i’m guessing your call means i got absolutely shitfaced last night.” you laugh again, like beomgyu thought, it wasn’t the first time that you had sent him voicemails but none had been as open as last nights.
“something like that.” was all he could muster, he wanted to talk about what you said, but how was he meant to bring something like that up.
“god, you’re so quiet.” you sigh “was i really that bad.” you say sitting up but as soon as you did you regretted your option and flop back down on the bed.
“you were just more honest.” honest was an interesting way to put it, at least beomgyu hoped it was you being honest.
“what did i say.” and now it was your turn to feel nervous, he was never this tense when you gave him multiple calls and messages and now he didn’t seem to have a lot of words.
“i mean…” beomgyu chuckles slightly before thinking about if he should mention it “…you said the usual.” and you blush slightly, you called beomgyu cute all the time it wasn’t a shock anymore.
“oh good, i thought i said something mean to you.” you sigh.
“you also said i was pretty this time too.” he says bluntly and you frown for a split second, trying to recall what you said but you cannot remember for the life of you.
“especially my lips apparently.” the smugness in his tone was evident as you feel yourself flush even more at your loose mouth “you even called them hot.” he smirks down the line and now it was your turn to feel shocked.
“i-i don’t remember that.” you stutter and it only adds fuel to his fire.
“i remember very clearly.” he says pretending to fake think even though he knows you can’t see him “actually.” he says excitedly and it only makes your stomach drop even more.
“i think i remember more.” beomgyu says and you hear him shuffle on the other end of the line.
“like what?” your voice was quiet and timid and he can just picture the look of distress on your face. he also knows there’s no way you could guess what your drunk mouth revealed to him last night.
“i remember you saying something along the lines of ‘i want to fall apart on your face’ would you like you explain what you meant by that?” he smirks again and your jaw hangs wide open, not being able to comprehend anything despite wanting to defend yourself.
“beomgyu i’m sorry i-” you try and apologise but he cuts you off.
“that doesn’t sound like an explanation.” he shakes his head while he tuts down the line and you feel yourself swallow a lump in your throat about how much he must hate you right now.
“so let me explain for you” you bite the inside of your cheek feeling like your words are stuck in your throat.
“i think that my pretty little friend got a little too drunk isn’t that right?” he asks you and you still can’t bring yourself to speak until he demands an answer from you.
“yes.” was all you could muster.
“and my pretty little friend accidentally told me a little too much, isn’t that right?” his voice was filled with fake sympathy.
“and my pretty girl wants to kiss me.”
“y-yes.” feeling giddy at the change of nickname from him.
“and i want to kiss my pretty girl back, and i want to watch her fall apart on my face, do you think i could come over?”