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[acknowledge-reigns]

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick,

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick." 🎶 🍆

Not my gif

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[tumblgang]

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

[skuubasally]

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

[luckytaters]

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

[saudadesinfinitas-deactivated20]

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

[drayaintshit-deactivated2019030]

☝🏾😂

[callmedeku24]

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

[emeraldmercury]

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

[haiku-robot]

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

[jacobmick]

Because wise, I am.

[seymonecristina]

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

[silverslipstream]

Reblogging Madame Zeroni because I would hate for my great-great grandson to get hit in the head by running shoes

[uziluzi]

L4BBBBB

[eightyonefour]

OSCAR IN A WHEEL AT CLARKSON'S FARM 😭

[romanreignshairdresser]

[sumbarbietingz]

Just a quick something since I haven’t written anything in 7 months💀 this is my first time doing a WWE fanfic so be nice ^~^

No smut today, just some fluff, age gap, and I used my pic cause why tf not lol.

Your relationship with Roman has been kept a secret for multiple reasons. You wanted to keep your anonymity from the world, and you didn’t feel like dealing with the kind of fanbase the IWC was. Roman has always been a discreet man when it came to his personal life, so the fact that his woman didn’t crave the attention from dating a WWE superstar was nothing but a blessing to him.

You were Roman’s little princess. You’d go on shopping sprees whenever he wasn’t on tour, Michelin stars restaurants whenever you wanted, trips to places you’ve never been with his private jet (pj pussyyyyyy), constant gifts, it could be a bouquet of your favorite flowers, makeup you’ve mentioned once, that Jaeger LeCoultre watch you saw on the Richemont website, and whenever he was in another state or country, he would always make sure to get you something before coming back. he was decided to spoil you rotten and give you the treatment you deserved. Whether materialistic or emotional. Like Drake said:

“Could name a lot of things any other man won't do for you, I'll do it for you, that's real”

There was also a large age gap between the two of you. You were young and inexperienced, while he already had an entire family before you. But you still managed to make it work and to compromise. Your families had side-eyed the whole thing for a while, especially his, knowing how badly it would look for him to date a woman 18 years younger than him. But eventually they accepted it, (not like they even had a choice anyway) and seeing how happy you made each other, how you stuck together despite the many difficulties a relationship like yours can bring, they even started supporting it.

The hardest part for you was his kids. You knew they meant the world to him. You’ve seen how protective he is of Joelle and even of his sons; this is a trait you’ve always admired about him, how much of a family man your partner is. And if you really wanted this to work, you had to build a good relationship with his children. You didn’t expect them to call you mom (not like you’d stomach it either way), but you didn’t want them to see you as the lady who barged into their lives and messed things up even more. The divorce has been hard enough for them, especially the younger set of twins. But Roman has been clear about something: he didn’t expect you to take the role of the stepmother, at least not until you wanted to, his only desire was for you to be cordial with everyone.

Joelle could be your little sister, so it was normal for her to be skeptical of you at first. ‘Who is she?’ ‘Is she a gold digger?’ ‘Is she a scammer?’ ‘Will she break dad’s heart?’ ‘I don’t trust her.’ ‘We’re only 5 years apart what is he thinking?’ Gaining her trust was a bit harder at first, compared to her siblings, who were already smitten by you after a session of building Legos and 1 hour of Fortnite. But over time, she started telling you about her day, going more into details by telling you which college she wanted to go to. Eventually, she began to consult you for advices regarding her relationship with her boyfriend, she opened up a bit more and revealed how terrible her relationship with her mom was, how she saw her as an extension of herself, how she kept trying to control everything about her life, whether it was how she dressed, how she spent her money, how she wore makeup, not to mention the outbursts, the gaslighting, the manipulation, and this is what got you closer. Because you were able to relate to everything the young woman was saying. And you felt this urge to shield her from the hurt she had faced, as if you were healing both of you. What sealed the deal was Joelle finding the courage to tell you how happy she was that her dad got a divorce after so many years of being in a loveless marriage. And even though you could be siblings, she made another confession: you’ve been more of a maternal figure in a few months than her mom ever was in eighteen years.

Roman watched from the sidelines as your relationship with his kids flourished into a beautiful bond, and it triggered something in him. Something only a provider man who’d lift mountains for his people could feel.

Now here you are, sitting ringside with all of his children, closer than ever, watching him fight CM Punk for the World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlemania 42. You knew what being here meant; it meant being exposed to the public, it meant that the whole world would know who you are and what you are to Roman Reigns. You don’t care, not anymore. There’s absolutely no point in living in fear of being judged, of being scrutinized by strangers who don’t even know you. Besides, living hidden like this has taken a toll on you both, Roman was tired of hiding you like you were his mistress, and you were sick of feeling like you had to watch your back every second the moment you’d go outside with him or the kids. No more. You take a look around you, at the two sets of twins cheering their dad, at Joelle planning your shopping session once the moment you leave Vegas, at your man in the ring hypnotizing the crowd, yeah. This is your family now, and there’s nothing that will move you from now on.

*Ding ding ding* the end of the match is announced, Roman is the new world heavyweight champion. Even though you knew he’d win the belt, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride at your partner lifting the golden belt in the air, the crowd going crazy and the fireworks illuminating the stadium as ‘Head of the Table’ hits. Then you see him coming toward you. First, he high-fives his first set of twins, then moves over to his second set and shares a sweet hug with them. Despite Joelle’s reluctance to embrace her sweaty and sticky dad, she’s pulled in anyway, not like she had a choice in the first place.

“Dad, you’re disgusting.” She grumbles while still hugging him tightly. Roman just chuckles and caresses her hair before moving on to you, and this is when your face is seen on the Jumbotron for the first time. You don’t pay attention to the cameraman or the thousands of eyes on you, or even the phones being pulled. Your only focus is on Roman, on his wet, wavy hair that sticks to his body and all the love he has for you all reflecting in his eyes. This is it, the moment he’ll *acknowledge you* in front of the entire world. Making it official to everyone, men and women, that you’re taken and he’s the lucky motherfucker who gets to be by your side. He cups your face and gives you a quick yet tender, salty kiss that settles this relationship between you for good. There’s no going back now.

Out of nowhere, the younger twins give you a hug, which distracts you from Roman for a second. You’re surprised but return the hug regardless without hesitation as your back faces your man, and that’s when he gives the signal to Joelle. She quickly grabs an object from her shoulder strap and gives it to him. The moment you turn around, here he is, on one knee behind the barricade, with a navy blue leather box, with Chaumet written in the middle, letters all white and elegant.

All of a sudden, time stops, and by reflex, you cover your gaping mouth as the only thing you can hear is the pounding heart in your ears. Not the huge pop from the crowd, not Michael Cole’s famous “Oh my god!” All you can see now is the lid being lifted to reveal a ring that probably costs 20 years of rent. Which quickly becomes very blurry as tears start to fill your eyes. You don’t even hear the question, when you look back at your lover, you can just read it on his lips, with his eyes full of hope and unconditional love for you. You look at the kids, and from their smiles only, you can tell they all set this thing up. You see them, their eyes sparkling with anticipation and affection for you. You remember all the good times the seven of you had together, and when you envisioned a future, your future, this is exactly what you had in mind.

You don’t even feel the tears rolling down your cheeks as you look back at Roman and nod eagerly. He lets out a laugh of joy, doesn’t wait any further, and grabs your left hand to delicately slide the diamond ring on your ring finger. The moment it's set, he gets back onto his feet and hugs you tightly while lifting you, not giving a fuck that he needs to take a shower first, and this is where you sob on his shoulder. There’s another massive pop from the crowd, cheers and applause from the children, but again, none of it matters. The only thing you care about is him, and the future waiting for you with the man that you love and the new family that you cherish. Once you lift your head back up, you can see his usual shit eating grin he always has and can’t help but let out a wet laugh.

“Of course you decided to propose to me during WrestleMania, after you won the title and after we officialized our relationship in front of the world. And of course your kids were involved in it as well.”

“What can I say?” He responds in your ear “I’m full of surprises, and I wanted to make it memorable and unforgettable for my future wife.”

You laugh while shaking your head. This man is unbelievable. “Well, congratulations, this moment sure will go down in WWE history.”

You knew what was coming. The reactions online, the potential outrage once people find out about the age gap, the criticism… but you absolutely don’t care. All that matters to you is him and the gigantic family waiting for you. And as you look back at your shiny ring, the future has never been brighter.

Btw this is the ring in question (excuse my fatass fingers) this mf costs one million euros ONE💀 I went to Chaumet to try some rings and I got inspired by what I tried that day for the story. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

[moxleyrollins]

AEW: DYNAMITE | 07.15.26

[pha55ed]

Too Big! || F1/F2

type :: smut!!! tw/cw :: size kink! (all), overstim (charles), inexperienced!reader (oscar, ollie), praise (pepe), belly bulge (oscar), suicide joke (paul) contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, ollie, isack, paul, pepe summary :: you're doing your best to get used to him. but how can you when it's reaching your organs? ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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Carlos Sainz | 55

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Thank god this man is into foreplay, or else you would be spending thousands on lube each week ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ His size wouldn't be too much of a problem if it weren't for his high sex drive ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ He swears you'll get used to it one day

"You can take it, you always do." Carlos says as you're laying on your stomach with him towering above you.

You can't help but whine. He was so deep inside of you, and being on your tummy only made the pressure even heavier on your stomach. It was letting you feel every part of him.

He was thick too, meaning you could physically feel the vein on your walls. You could feel his fat tip pressing against the top of your inside. And you could see how his dick twitched at you being so helpless infront of him.

"Can I move yet?" He asks, kissing your head. You shake it instantly, no way can move after only 10 seconds.

He sighs but laughs. He's doing his best to seem as if he's disappointed, that way he'd need to punish you. But truthfully, he dreads the day you ever do adjsut to his size.

Seeing you squirm and fall apart under him is what he looks most foward to. If he could, he would cum in you right then and there. And even better, he would stay inside you, letting you keep him cum.

Charles Leclerc | 16

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ You're not sure how or why you thought he would be smaller than average size ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ When you first see it, you were shocked. His dick was practically a water bottle ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ Insanely thick with an above average length

You're a moaning mess as your arms are holding you up for dear life on the shower walls. What possessed Charles to do this in the shower? He read online that this one couple loves shower sex since the water helps her relax her insides and even keeps her wet.

So now you're doing your best to not collaspe like a ragdoll as he plows you. He's enjoying this so much. No fear of messes, no fear of sweat, and better than anything: your body is more relaxed.

Although now you're cummed twice already, making your walls a bit tighter as it tries to squeeze him out. But he doesn't care. He's so happy that the shower help relaxed your muscles, it makes him feel better plowing you. Because he knows you won't be as sore as usual.

"Do you like this?" He asks, gripping your hips as he pulls you onto him. You nod helplessly as you feel your brain turn to goo.

He smiles. Although he's ruining your insides and seeing your nude wet body, he's msot turned on from you saying you like it.

Isack Hadjar | 06

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Quite inexperienced so he's not aware how big he is ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ To him, he's average. Honestly, he's worried he's too small after seeing so many porn videos ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ But when you see his dick for the first time, you instantly curse yourself

"Holy shit..." You mumble as you stare at his dick, right in front of your face. You can't help but stare and lightly pump him, realizing how he's bigger than both of your hands wrapped around it.

"What?" He says worried, "I-Is something wrong?"

"Nothing..." You say still mesmerized, "I just... I've never had someone as big as you."

And his ears perk up and his eyes slightly widen. "As big as me?" He repeats what you said, making you nod. And instantly he smiles and lets a sigh of relief pass through his lips. "Oh thank God!! I thought you had bad news, like you found a tumor on my balls or something."

You can't help but chuckle at him, making him more nervous. "Wait don't laugh, you'll make me soft." Which only makes you laugh harder. But his dick does the opposite, getting harder from seeing your smile.

Lando Norris | 04

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ There's a reason why he hands out his dick to whoever asks ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ And that's cause he loves seeing people's first reaction to his size ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ You're no different, but for some reason he has much more fun teasing you

"Lando what the fuck." You say as you stare at his sheer length. You promised to give him head after his race win, but you didn't expect him to be anywhere near this big. "It doesn't even match your height."

"Don't make me shut you up." He says, lightly laughing at your joke. "You offered, so now I wanna get my prize."

"Y-You will... Just give me a minute." You say as you pump him in your hands. Yes, hand"s", you could put both hands on it.

He can't help but smirk at you, seeing you so unsure of what to do. It's a common occurrence for him. Girls stare at his size and either back down or get absolutely blown out. No wonder why you always see his ex-flings text him, how could they find better?

"Have you never seen a big dick before?" He asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it still.

"I have." You lie. "I'm just rusty."

"Sureeeee," He says as he takes himself in his hands and slaps it against your cheek. "So do ya' know how to deep throat?"

You nod. Lying again.

He can read right through you. His grin only grows wider as he lets out a low chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll show you."

His thumb brushes on your bottom lip, making you open. He taps his tip on your tongue, already excited to see your mouth full of him.

Ollie Bearman | 87

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ The man is already one of the tallest on the grid, so he already huge over you ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Loves seeing how much smaller you are than him˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Once you kinda got used to his size, he wanted to finally try a new position

You're back is against this chest while his dick is buried in you. One of his hands are gently holding your hips while the other is on your stomach. You're doing your best to rock back and forth, but it's hard to when you basically have to lift your hips a whole foot into the air.

"Fuck..." You mumble, doing your best to bounce on him. He's usually always on top, taking control. But you wanted him to sit back for once and relax.

"You got it." He says with a groan, "Tell me if you get tired."

"Mhm," you say as you keep bouncing. But you're not getting the speed you want. He just keeps slamming deep into you, making your organs bounce.

You hate to admit it - But you're tired.

Luckily, he didn't make you say it. Instead he just kisses your shoulders once you halt. You sit down fully on him and feel your head fall back against his shoulders. Your sweating and warm while he's perfectly fine.

"I'll take it from here." He says as he kisses up your neck. He easily hoists your hips up, holding you still. He then thrusts upwards, moving his hips rapidly to get the speed you wanted. And you couldn't be happier.

Oscar Piastri | 81

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ "The quietest ones have the biggest dicks," is a phrase that's very true ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ And it doesn't help that he's your first ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ You can always feel him in your tummy, rearranging your guts in the process

"I know, I know." Oscar coos at you while wiping your tears. You're currently straddling him, attempting to take all of him in you. But you're failing desperately as you only managed to fit about 2 inches of his fat cock in you.

If he was a bit less girthy, than maybe you could handle it all. His tip alone was fat enough to get stuck inside you from time to time, leaving your hole with a pop.

"Wanna try a different position?" He asks softly, both hands on your hips to make sure you don't sink any deeper on accident. He knows how shaky your legs are. There's been multiple times were you accidentally sank lower than you wanted, making you feel like you were torn apart.

"No, no. I wanna ride you." You say to him. He smiles at you, loving the ambition you had. Because he knows deep down you're just going to bounce a couple of times before asking him to finish the job.

"Okay then," he says, moving one of his hands to your clit, drawing small circles. "Let's make you a bit wetter than, shall we?"

You let out a loud whimper, feeling your hips buck slightly against him dick. His fingers help though, making you even more turned on as your pussy got wetter. You could feel his dick going further in you, much easier than before.

Before you know it, you finally bottomed out. Feeling a sigh of relief as you look at Oscar. His back was against the bed's headboard as he leaned in to give your forehead a kiss.

"That's a new record," He smiles at you "Maybe we should buy lube?" He offers as he looks at you but you're too entranced to even speak.

Subconsciously your hand moves to your stomach and- oh my god is that a bump? You feel a small bulge out of your stomach. Your eyes widen at the sight.

Oscar sees the bump and smiles at it. "So that's where I am." He smiles as he puts his hand over yours. He's amazed at how well you take him, how determined you are to please him no matter how much it may hurt for you.

"Maybe one day you'll have a permanent bulge." He says looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"No, Oscar." You say firmly as he puts both of his hands up in a sarcastic defense position.

"Just sayin'. You'd look really good." He smiles as he begins to kiss your neck. "Now, let me know if I can move or not."

Paul Aron | 17

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ His bicep is already the size of your face ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ So it's obvious that he's gonna be huge in the lower department ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ But he's not gentle with it, he's actually really fucking mean

Only the tip was in and yet it was stretching you so badly. He decided you didn't need prep, that you should be "used" to him by now. But that was far from the truth. It was stinging you, making your eyes shut close as you do your best to breathe.

"Come on," he says with a small scoff at you. It was with love, but also with an insane confidence from how much you were stroking his ego. "You have to be lying."

Paul doesn't understand how big he is. He's truly convinced that you're just lying to him at this point. But that's false. If anything, it would be harder to pretend it didn't hurt.

"I'm not." You breathe out, looking up at him. His arms were caging you in while you rested on your back. He raises his eyebrow and begins to smirk.

And without a word he shoves himself further in you. Not fully, only an inch or two. But you let out a scream and gasp, instantly squirming underneath him. "Paul!!" You shout as you do your best to adjust.

He doesn't say anything back, just smiling down at you. He gives you a small kiss on your cheek before looking down at where your bodies meet. A small cocky laugh leaves his lips, "You have a lot more coming."

"Kill yourself." You mumble as you grip his bicep, squeezing it like a stress ball.

Yet again he looks at you with a smirk. He stares into your eyes, "You sure you want to be mean to me?"

Paul pulls out slightly, giving you a second of relief from pushing back in - deeper than he was before. "What did you say again" His pace was slow, torturing your insides with the slow stretch.

"I'm sorry!" You say as you squirm, your legs start to wiggle around. He moves one of his arms from caging you to grab both of your legs with one hand, pushing them to the side. Now you were laid on your back, your ass up with your legs to the side.

"Say that again?" He says, pushing in slightly more, giving you another inch. Your eyes water up, confirming who's in control.

Pepe Marti | 21

˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ He's such a gentle giant, at his 6'1/185cm height ˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ The walking definition of "will talk you through it"˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ And he does, he always does. He never gets tired of comforting you

You feel tears start to brim your eyes as you sink halfway on Pepe's length. Without your control, you feel your head tilt back as your legs lightly shake from feeling so stretched out. One of his hand reaches for your thigh, rubbing his hand gently up and down to soothe you. The other hand is gripping your hips to keep you stable.

"I know it's a lot for you," He says softly. "You're doing so well. You're almost done."

You nod and let out a sharp breathe from your nose. His words help you calm down, but it doesn't make you any less tight. If anything, his sweetness only makes you tighter from being turned on by his caring nature.

He feels you squeeze around him which makes him hiss lightly. One of his eyes closes and his nose lightly scrunches up. But he doesn't say anything, just lets you adjust and calm down.

"Sorry," You mumble out as you rest your hands on his bare chest. Your apology makes him instantly shake his head.

"No, no" Pepe says, "You have nothing to be sorry for. You're doing great. You're adjusting much faster than the past times." He says to reassure you that you're doing good.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to you." You say, moving slightly further down on his length which makes him hold back a groan.

"And I won't get used to you either." He says, lifting one of your hands and guiding it to his lips. He places a soft kiss on your knuckles as he looks up at you.

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[vertoneli]

[withloveiriss]

i wanna take a bite

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Angeleyes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 a three-part series ᯓᡣ𐭩 max verstappen x ex!reader ᯓᡣ𐭩 second-chance romance, secret baby/pregnancy, dad!max x mom!reader ᯓᡣ𐭩 based on a request made by my best friend @freddiefromthefandoms (surprise, freds!)

ᝰ.ᐟ After having to walk away from the love of her life, she reluctantly returns to the paddock with her Formula One-obsessed toddler, whose biggest dream is to meet Max Verstappen, the hero he's adored his entire life and the father he's never known, with the very same impossible angel eyes.

① ALMOST [Coming Soon: July 20]

② AGAIN

③ ALWAYS

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I was supposed to publish this as a one-shot, but decided last minute to turn it into a series <3

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𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑴𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑼 . Via Tiktok ( x ) .

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Max Verstappen x driver!reader Toto Wolff x driver!reader (complicated dynamic)

You were supposed to be Mercedes title hope. Instead, Kimi becomes Toto’s golden boy, your place in the team starts slipping, and your secret affair with Max Verstappen becomes the only place where you can breathe. But when Mercedes begins circling Max, everything gets messy — loyalty, desire, rivalry, and the dangerous line between being protected by Toto and being controlled by him.

series warnings: angst, team politics, emotional manipulation, fear of being replaced, secret relationship, morally grey/darker!Toto, possessive and jealous!Toto, jealous!Max, power imbalance, sexual tension, implied smut or smut in some parts, betrayal, toxic loyalty, messy feelings.

The Seat Between Us

Part 1: champagne for the other car

Monaco leaves you heartbroken and furious when Kimi gets the win, Toto takes the podium, and you turn to Max as the only person willing to tell you the truth.

Part 2: the empty podium

After Monaco, you pull away from Toto and face the painful truth that Mercedes may have moved on from you — and Barcelona only proves how alone you really are.

Part 3: the things you don't say

more parts are currently in progress and will be posted when they will be finished

[blackbarb1e]

pairing: benito martinez x wife!black!fem!reader summary: He said just the tip. cw: 18+ mdni, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk (lwk) & wtv i wrote

a/n: i use lots of ‘—’ no it’s not ai

Benito had promised just the tip.

That's what he'd whispered against your mouth when he walked through the door, still smelling like the studio—cologne and that particular heat that clung to him after hours of tracking vocals. His hands had found your waist before he even kicked his shoes off, pulling you into his chest while your name fell from his lips like a prayer he'd been holding in all day.

"Mami, los niños—"

"Asleep," you'd told him, your own hands sliding up his arms, feeling the tension knotted in his shoulders. "Been down for an hour."

The groan that rumbled out of him was pure relief. Pure want. He'd pressed his forehead to yours and let out a long breath, his thumbs tracing circles against the fabric of your robe, that thin silk thing you'd thrown on after bath time, after story time, after the long ritual of tucking your babies in and kissing their foreheads and turning on their nightlight.

"Te necesito," he'd murmured. "Te necesito tanto, mami."

And then his mouth found yours, slow at first, like he was tasting you for the first time all over again. But you knew better. You knew that slow burn. You knew the way his hands tightened on your hips, the way his tongue swept past your lips, the way his breathing changed, shallow and hungry.

So when he pulled back and said it—just the tip, just a little, he'd be quick—you'd laughed, soft and knowing, and let him lead you to the bedroom.

Now you're on your back, your honey brown hair fanned across the pillow in waves, twenty inches buss down that cost a pretty penny and makes him go feral every time. His fingers are tangled in it, gripping the nape, tilting your head back so he can lick down your throat.

"Benito—"

"Shh, mami." His voice is rough, wrecked already. He's still half-dressed, jeans undone, shirt hanging open, that tattooed chest on full display. "Déjame cuidarte."

His hand slides down your body, palm hot against your stomach, then lower, past the waistband of your panties. You're already wet—you'd been thinking about him all evening, about the way he'd looked this morning, half-asleep and reaching for you before the kids came stumbling in. And when his fingers find your clit, you gasp, your hips bucking into his touch.

"Ay, Dios mío," he breathes. "Estás tan mojada. Todo para mí?"

"All for you," you manage, and he groans like the words hit him somewhere deep.

He pushes your panties aside, not even bothering to take them off, and you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you. Thick. Hot. That familiar weight that always makes your breath catch.

"Solo la puntita," he promises again, and you almost believe him.

Almost.

Because the second he pushes in, just the head, just a little, his eyes roll back and his hips stutter forward and suddenly it's not just the tip anymore. It's him sinking into you, inch by inch, that thick stretch that has you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Benito— you said—"

"Lo sé, lo sé, mami." He's already breathless, already lost. "Pero te sientes tan bien. No pude— ay, coño—"

His hips press forward and he bottoms out, and you both moan together, a harmony of sound that fills the room. "Mmm, shit, Beni—

He starts moving. Slow at first, deep strokes that drag against your walls and make your eyes flutter shut. His forehead rests against yours, his breath hot on your lips, and every thrust is punctuated by a grunt, a whisper, a "puta madre" or an "ay, Dios" that tumbles out of him like he can't help it.

You can feel every inch of him. The way his cock pulses inside you. The way his thighs press against yours. The way his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together, pinning your hand to the mattress.

"Mírame," he commands, and you open your eyes. His are dark, blown wide, locked on yours. "Quiero verte cuando te vengas."

"Then fuck me like you mean it."

The grin that spreads across his face is wicked. "Oh, ¿sí? Así quiere ella?"

He pulls out, and before you can complain, he's flipping you over. Your knees hit the mattress, your chest pressed into the sheets, your ass in the air. You hear him groan behind you—a low, guttural sound that makes your pussy clench around nothing.

"Mira ese culo," he mutters, more to himself than to you. His hands land on your hips, squeezing, kneading. "Dios mío, mami. Este culo me va a matar."

He lines himself up and pushes back in, and the angle is different now, deeper, harder, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Your mouth falls open, a sharp cry tearing out of you.

"¡Ay, coño!" he growls, picking up the pace. "Así— así— mierda, qué rico—"

The sound of him fucking you fills the room. Wet and rhythmic, skin slapping against skin. You're dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets, and every time he thrusts you feel it in your throat.

"Beni— right there— fuck—"

"¿Ahí? ¿Ahí te gusta?" He pounds into that spot, relentless. His hand reaches around, fingers finding your clit, circling it in time with his strokes. "Dime. Dime cómo te sientes."

"So good— ahh— so fucking good, Benito—"

"Mmm, sí. Grita mi nombre. Quiero oírlo."

And you do. You scream it when he hits that spot again, your fingers gripping the sheets, your whole body trembling. "Benito! Benito!"

"Así, mami. Así."

He slows down, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, torturously slow. You whimper, pushing back against him, trying to get more, but his hands hold you still.

"Tranquila," he purrs. "Disfrútalo."

He fucks you like that for what feels like forever, deep and slow and deliberate, every stroke hitting places you forgot existed. Your legs start shaking. Your breath comes in gasps. You can hear yourself making sounds you don't recognize—high and desperate.

"Te siento," he whispers, leaning over your back, his mouth against your ear. "Te siento apretándome. Estás cerca, ¿verdad?"

"Yes— yes, Beni, I'm—"

"Ven conmigo. Vamos juntos."

He speeds up again, his thrusts losing rhythm, getting sloppier, needier. His breathing is ragged, his grip bruising, and every word out of his mouth is a curse or a prayer.

"Mierda— te quiero— esta pussy es mía—"

"Yours— fuck— all yours—"

"Dilo otra vez."

"All yours, Benito— ahh— I'm gonna—"

He hits that spot one more time—slap, slap, slap—and you shatter. Your orgasm rips through you like a wave, pulling you under, and you hear yourself screaming his name, a long, breathless "BENITO!" that echoes off the walls.

He follows right behind you, a guttural "¡Ay, coño, mami!" as he buries himself deep and spills into you, hot and thick, his whole body shuddering against yours.

You collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin and ragged breaths. He's still inside you, softening, and neither of you moves for a long moment.

Then he kisses your shoulder. Your neck. The curve of your spine.

"Te amo," he murmurs against your skin. "Perdón por la mentira."

You laugh, weak and breathless. "You're not sorry."

"No," he admits, grinning against your back. "No lo siento."

all rights go to @𝐁𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗘 . i do not agree with my content to be stolen nor to be translated without my permission.

divs creds : kodaswrld

[honeydippedfiction]

Have I said today how fucking fine Kevin Nash is? That’s a man I NEED to climb. Him now and him at WCW. 6’10 328lbs of man I need in and on me holy fucking oh my god. I need him to pick me up and—

[babygirlburrow]

six foot… HOW MUCH?

[honeydippedfiction]

6’10, a whole tree practically

Just for reference Shawn is 6’1

[nycgblogs05]

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧-🔞

𝐴 𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝐴𝑈

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠: @xoxonobodyhome

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝐽𝑜𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑂𝐹 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑀𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑀𝐷𝑁𝐼.

~ 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: 𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑑𝑚~

Joe Burrow… a name that would send shivers down your spine, you know the good kind? You see, the man was one of the biggest OF pornstars. He was everything you could ever desire in a man-muscular, standing tall at 6’4”, and a dick so big and girthy, it leaves you sore for days. He went by icedveinsafterdark across all platforms. The videos he made weren’t basic porn, it was art and the content was a wide variety of different styles. Sometimes he would be going solo or collaborating with other OF creators, but there was a rare chance that he would make a video with a lucky fan and just so happens, that day would be our main character’s lucky day.

Alex and her friends Yvonne and Jay were in downtown Cincinnati for brunch when she received the DM from the pornstar on Twitter. They were in mid conversation when her phone went off with a new notification.

“Alex, I thought we agreed to a no phone brunch,” pointed out Yvonne.

“I’m sorry but look at who just sent me a DM?” She replied, eyes filled with excitement.

“Alright, show us who and then it’s back to no phones.” Jay said.

Alex handed her phone to her friends and their eyes went wide.

“I know we said a no phones brunch,” said Yvonne. “But bitch you need to answer that DM right fucking now!”

“Yeah,” Jay agreed. “Girl, you got a pornstar dming you and not just any ordinary pornstar. You got Joe Fucking Burrow.”

“Oh but I’m a little nervous,” Alex hesitated. “I mean he’s like the most well known pornstar, especially from Cincinnati.”

“Alex, Jay and I are in happy relationships. This is the biggest opportunity and besides, he blurs the fans faces out so you don’t have worry about that.”

“Yvonne’s right, this is an opportunity you shouldn’t avoid. Look just DM him after brunch, I’m sure he had a reason.”

“Ok, I’ll listen to you both and DM him, now can we get back to brunch? My food is getting cold.”

Her two friends nodded and went back to eating.

-

When Alex arrived home, she immediately opened Twitter and went to her DMs and the first thing that greeted her was Joe’s message.

𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘: 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 😉

“What a flirt this man is,” said Alex. She was speechless. A pornstar was in her DM, calling her gorgeous. Her fingers hesitated as she tried to figure out how to respond to the flirty comment Joe made. After much though, she figured out what to say.

𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑝: 𝗐𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽?

𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘: 𝖨𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍?

𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑝: 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝟥 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗌

𝐼𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘: 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈?

Did Alex read that right? Was her favorite pornstar asking her to be in a video with him? She was nervous but then she only lived once right? So she went back to typing.

𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑝: 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖭𝖣𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇?

𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘: 𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍.

Alex was available this weekend to make the video. Once she told him, Joe sent her the address of where they were filming and what time they will be doing the video. They were set for Saturday at 8pm where they would film at his condo in Downtown Cincinnati.

-

It was Saturday, and Alex was heading to his place a little early to have time to do any touchups. Joe had asked to wear something that was easily to slip on and off for the video along with clothes to put on after, preferably comfy clothes. Joe had sent an uber to come pick her up so she wouldn’t have to worry about gas at the moment. Not gonna lie, she was nervous about being in this video but she kept calm. Well what do you expect from someone who is about to get the best fuck of their life. The uber shortly arrived at the condo and standing there waiting for her was Joe. He was wearing a loose tshirt with grey sweat pants and Alex was already catching print from a distance. Once the driver made a complete stop, Joe opened the door and helped her out the car.

“Goddamn you even more gorgeous in person,” he blushed, already feeling himself get hard. “Let’s inside so we can get started.” They walked into the building and heading up the stairs to his room and the camera was already set up for filming and the NDA on the bed ready to sign.

“You nervous at all?”

“A little,” she said to the pornstar. “I mean I always fantasize about being in a video but now it’s happening.”

"That's understandable Alex, so before we get started, take a deep breath in and out a couple times to calm your nerves. Just let me know when you're ready."

Listening to Joe, she took a couple of deep breaths in and out while Joe began setting. When she was done, she let Joe know so they began filming. He set up the camera while she signed the NDA. Once every thing was set up, they started to film.

*camera begins recording*

The scenario was simple, Alex was going to pretend to Joe's friend and would help her get over a bad breakup.

"Sorry I had to vent all that shit to you," she said. "He was just a really fucked up guy."

"It's all good," he replied. "I had a few bad exes here and there."

"And what's even worse is that I'm having such a hard time getting over him because of how good he fucked me."

That's when Joe smirked and had an idea for her. "What if I help you get over your ex?"

"And how will you do that?"

"What if I can fuck you better than he ever could?"

"Fuck me better than you could?"

"Yeah, I mean what are friends for after all."

"That doesn't seam like a bad idea." She slowly reached her hand over to his pants and began rubbing his semi hard-on making Joe a little breathy. "I bet your bigger than him too."

"See for yourself." Alex slowly pulled sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring out and boy was he huge in person.

"You could kill somebody with this thing," she playfully smirked before sliding his cock into her mouth.

"That's it baby," he beathed. "Take me in your mouth nice and slowly." As Alex began sucking Joe's cock, his hand reached over to slowly lifted her dress up and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He slowly traced his fingers up her thighs until he reached her pussy slightly lubed with slick. "May I have your permission to touch?"

"Mhm," Alex mumbled, mouth full with Joe's cock. With her permission, Joe rubbed his fingers on her clit nice and slow.

"Damn, you're so big," she slightly moaned. "Way bigger than my ex." Alex swirled her tongue around the tip, licking his shaft, making Joe moan.

"Fuck, just like that," He exclaimed. "You suck this cock so good. Fuck I need to taste you."

Alex removed Joe's cock from her mouth and got up from the bed. She slipped out of her sun dress and that laid on her back. Joe followed suit and got his pants all the way off. “Spread your legs for me nice and slowly,” he demanded.

Doing as she was told, Alex spread her legs nice and slowly and Joe was mesmerized how wet she was. He slowly got in between her legs, kissing her thighs until he reached her pussy. “Gotta question for you baby, you a creamer or squirter?” He asked, his breath bringing shivers throughout her body.

“I’m more of a creamer,” she smirked. “But it takes a real man to make me squirt.”

“I guess we will find out today.” Joe’s tongue traced the lips of Alex’s pussy, making her shudder from his touch.

“Oh baby that’s nothing,” he smirked. “Let me show you how a real man does it.” Alex couldn’t hold her upper body up as Joe’s soft tongue swept circles around her wet cunt.

“Oh fuck yes daddy,” she moaned. “Your tongue feels so good on my pussy.”

“You like that?” He murmured. “Is daddy making your pussy feel good?”

Alex couldn’t get the words out due to the amount of pleasure Joe was bringing to her pussy, but Joe could tell that she was feeling good. He then brought two of his fingers up to her pussy and slid them in and out curling them, keeping his tongue nipping and kissing at her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out. Her cunt was slowly gripping his fingers as she approached hitting her high. It didn’t take much for her to squirter all over his face. Alex’s body shuddered from the intense pleasure. “I guess you a better man than my ex.”

“I guess so,” he smirked. “And that was just the beginning. I need you to be face down, ass up for me.”

Following his order, Alex turned over, arching her back nicely for Joe. The pornstar then switched his camera to a first person view camera before moving further.

“Damn, just look at this ass,” he growled, giving Alex’s ass a smack. Oh that was gonna leave a handprint. “It’s so phat and juicy, smack, and this pussy, so pretty for me. How dumb was your ex to fumble you.”

He slowly rubbed the tip of his cock nice and slow before sliding himself inside Alex, making her moan out. “It’s not too big for you, is it?”

“No, it’s just about right for, ahhh.”

Before Alex could get another word out, Joe pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy making her moan into the pillow.

“Nah baby,” he pulled her hair. “Let daddy hear how good he making you feel.”

“Fuck, daddy,” she cried. “You fuck this pussy so fucking good.” Joe watched as his dick stretch her pussy wide because of how big he is.

“Fuck I could stay in the pussy forever,” he rubbed her clit. “Look at you, taking my dick so fucking well for daddy.” Cum began trickling down Alex’s thighs as Joe fucked her, the camera capturing all her lew expressions, which was going to be blurred out later on for when he posts on Onlyfans. She felt her body tingle once again as she felt the wave of her second orgasm coming.

“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m gonna,” she moaned.

“Shhh, I know baby,” he replied. “We’ll come together ok?”

The second wave of her orgasm was much stronger, he slowly came inside her pussy right after. It was a good thing Alex was on birth control. Joe dick slid out making a pop sound as his seed oozed out onto his sheets.

“So did that help with getting over your ex?” He deeply laughed.

“Yeah it did,” she replied. “And I would love to do it again.”

-

After finishing filming Joe helped Alex clean up, putting on her spare clothes and letting her relax before sending an uber to pick her back up

“Here’s some water and some snacks to help replenish your energy.” He said, holding out the stuff for her. “I always like to give people I working with snacks and stuff right after.”

“Thanks Joe,” she accepted the stuff. “So when should I expect the video to be out?”

“In a few weeks, I have to edit the stuff first before it’s published.”

“Will my privacy be protected Joe?”

“100 percent. I’ll also text you as well when it’s ready.”

“Sounds good Joe, thanks for this opportunity.”

-

Like promised, the video was posted a few weeks later and boy was it the hottest video Alex ever watched in her life.

Author’s Note: Apologies for the delay on this fic and many others that were in my draft. A lot has been going on in my life so I’m glad I was able to get this one out, anyways love y’all 😘💜

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[justaholesir]

TYLER HOECHLIN as Clark Kent Superman & Lois (2021) Season 2 Episode 6: “Tried and True”

[loveforloveland]

finale tierlist... same time next year?