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thirstyandbeautiful · 1 year ago

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Squishmallows are god tier stuffies, I want one (or two or three million) so bad, especially the giant ones. If you put it in the au i will probably scream from the joy I will feel <3

in case anyone is wondering, i have two (2) squishmallows who make me so happy every single day and honestly no matter how old you are everyone should have a minimum of one

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Australian Daddies Mafia!AU

The Snuggle War

Your sleeping habits were so cute that the boys couldn’t help but simultaneously indulge you and tease you about them. You were a napper, anytime you could sneak in a nap you did. You loved your bed, and often times found any excuse to sit or lay on it. But what really completed your nap time and time spent on or in your bed was being with one or both of your lovers. It didn’t matter whether it was sexual or not, you just loved having them around.

Papi liked to work Daddy up by purposely wondering out loud how much worse your nesting would get if they were to get you pregnant. Then nap time or hang outs in bed turned sexual.

You often whined when they were away that you couldn’t sleep without them, and that you were uncomfortable. Your crankiness and how well you slept once they were home was a testament to your discomfort in their absence.

Both men were upsettingly reminded of this after returning home from a particularly long trip away.

Daddy had walked into your bedroom, keen on snuggling up with you but stopped in his tracks. Papi wasn’t far behind him and stopped beside him. Both men took in the mess in front of him. It was apparent that this week was no different in regards to your bedtime discomfort.

There were blankets and pillows everywhere, hanging off the bed and spilling on to the floor, around you and tangled with your legs. Your limbs were outstretched in different directions and you were laying horizontally across the mattress, your hair tangled above your head. There were tear tracks on your face and your lips were swollen the way they always were after you had just cried. You weren’t moving but you looked horribly restless.

“There’s got to be a way to get her comfortable when she’s on her own.” Papi muttered.

“Bring her with us?” Daddy offered.

Papi pushed him. He did not agree with taking you on any of their trips unless they could 100% ensure your safety. “Help me pull all these sheets and pillows off, let’s join our lady.”

You started to stir as you felt things being pulled away from you. You suddenly became more aware as a familiar set of hands pulled you up right and against a body you would know anywhere. You leaned your head back and hummed. When you felt one of your lovers move in front of you, you held the hand of the lover behind you while you snuggled into the side of the one in front of you. You settled and stilled when you were firmly pressed between your Daddy and Papi. You hummed and fell deeply asleep almost instantly.

You didn’t see the look each man gave each other over your head.

“Babydoll, come here!” Daddy’s voice rang through the house.

You turned down the burners and left the kitchen where you had been preparing dinner. You brushed your hair behind your ear as you walked into the living room. Once you turned around the corner, you could see the staircase that led to your room.

Papi was waiting on the top step. “Hey, little love. We have a surprise for you. Come.”

You felt yourself smile as you climbed the stairs, taking Papi’s hand when you reached the top. He walked you around the second floor, talking to you as he led you to your shared bedroom.

“We know you hate being in bed alone, and seeing you so upset last time made Daddy and I upset, so we think we found something to help you out.”

Your heart swelled and your smile grew at the cuteness of the thought. “What is it?”

Papi opened the door to the bedroom and waved you in ahead of him. “Go and see.”

You gasped and let out an excited shriek as you saw Daddy sat on the edge of the bed, between two of the largest squishmallows you’d ever seen in your life. Daddy laughed as you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him hard before you suddenly pushed him away. You turned away and threw yourself at Papi and gave him the same excited affection.

You pulled away and excitedly clapped your hands as you looked back and forth between the two squishy stuffies.

“Oh my god.” You yelled. “It’s a koala and a sheep!” You reached for Daddy’s hand and didn’t spare him a glance as you pulled him up off the bed so you could take his place.

“Actually, it’s a lamb.” Papi interrupted.

“It’s a sheep!” Daddy corrected. It sounded like an argument that had been ongoing.

“Don’t fight, look at my stuffies!” You yelled.

Daddy and Papi looked very proud of themselves, their cheeks pink and their smiles big as they took in your happiness at the gifts they’d given you. You looked so happy, and cute. They both realized how small you looked between the huge stuffed animals as you sat perched between them.

You heard Papi murmur, “It’s still a lamb.”

“A lamb and sheep are the same thing, only thing that’s differentiates them is age.” You said with finality, still too absorbed in your stuffies to look at either man.

Daddy turned and gave Papi a smug look. “And you thought you were the smart one in this house.”

For the first few days, your new stuffed friends had lived in the living room for you to snuggle with when you were reading or watching tv. You didn’t need them in the bed with you cause Daddy and Papi were home. But eventually, it was time for them to leave you again. You had felt sad as you watched Daddy carry your stuffies upstairs but you were kind of excited to snuggle with them in your bed.

That night, after you had showered and put on one of the boys’ sweatshirts to sleep in, you took a picture of yourself nestled between your two stuffies and sent it to your lovers.

Daddy and Papi had slept soundly that night knowing that you were well looked after and snuggled up.

When Daddy and Papi had returned, you were of course happy to have your men back home with you. And after you had vigorously and repeatedly welcomed them back into your bed, you had laid next to Daddy while Papi cleaned up each of you and the room.

After you and Daniel were settled, Papi started to picked up the clothes and other things thrown about. When he got to the other side of the room, he grabbed your lamb, who had been thrown across the room to make room for your threesome, and carried it out into the hallway to drop it into the living room.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Daddy traced your pouted lips while you watched Papi come back in to grab the koala to join your lamb.

“Nothing.” You had mumbled.

He was going to ask again, but you had crawled into his lap so quickly that the thought to push had evaporated the moment your lips met his.

It became a sweet little tradition, to have these huge squishmallows take up residence in the living room when you were all home together, and then in your bedroom when Daddy and Papi were away.

A few weeks later, you were alone again, for a week this time. It was definitely easier to sleep and feel good while both men were gone. Daddy had even been slightly annoyed about a joke you’d texted them- that the only difference between the stuffies and them was that they could give you dick. It was all just for fun though, nothing could compare to being in bed with Daddy and Papi.

It’s just that the two stuffies were really cute, really squishy, really soft, really big and the sentimental value they had was huge as sweet comfort gifts from your lovers. So yeah, you enjoyed them and got a lot of snuggles out of them.

Daddy and Papi were happy to end their day. They had showered and were ready for bed, but couldn’t find you anywhere. They circled the house, and while they both knew it was irrational, they were getting a little worried. They knew you didn’t leave the residence, every window and door was bugged so all the men on the property got an immediate notification if any of them were opened.

“Where the fuck is she?” Daddy yelled to Papi from the other side of the room.

They heard a rustling sound from the living room and went to look together. Low and behold, there you were. On the huge cream colored couch, nested between your koala and lamb. Daddy looked at Papi with a confused face. Papi just laughed and motioned for him to scoop you up.

But when Daddy leaned over and hooked his arms under you, you had loudly groaned “no!” and had Daddy pulling back.

Daniel slowly turned his head to Michael and looked even more pissed when Michael covered his mouth to keep his laughter in. He brushed past Michael, telling his lover to get her. He leaned against the banister of the staircase and crossed his arms.

Papi approached you and gently stroked your face. He knew you could be a real monster in your sleep, and he also knew that you catch more bees with honey than vinegar.

“Hey darling.” He cooed into your ear. “Time for bed.” He gently pulled your arm away from where it was wrapped around the koala. Your eyes stayed shut but you still moaned in defiance. “No, no. None of that now. Come.” Papi pulled you up until your arms and legs were wrapped around him.

“Want my stuffies.” You mumbled, still in a deep sleep as Papi walked towards where Daddy waited and watched.

“We’re your stuffies for tonight, darling.”

Daddy rolled his eyes and followed his lovers upstairs.

“You’re glaring.” Papi pressed his lips together to hold in a laugh.

Daddy was next to him, straight up ignoring the movie on their tv and glaring at their beautiful wife’s because she was sitting on one of the squishmallows instead of his lap.

Papi was thoroughly amused by Daddy’s constantly ridiculous antics. Daniel was perpetually hilarious to his husband, whether he intended to be or not. More often when he wasn’t trying to be or he was in the exact opposite of a jovial mood did Daddy either get Papi hard as a rock or get him laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

Watching Daddy getting more and more jealous of inanimate stuffed animals that had no other significance to their wife’s life outside of the fact that they had gifted to her by them? It would never not be funny to Papi.

“We haven’t seen her in two weeks and she’s sitting on a sack of cotton.”

Papi snorted. “Little brat is teaching us to not take four days longer than planned away, that’s what she’s doing.”

Daniel huffed. “Stupid fucking things.”

“Reckon that sheep’ll replace you by the time we next leave her.”

Daniel leaned back into the cushion behind him before casually replying. “You’re so much hotter when you’re not talking.”

“Reckon that’s why she loves the sheep so much.”

“You’re both cunts.”

Papi snuck into the kitchen, knowing that his only chance to set this plan into motion would be to plan it while Daddy was showering. He was far from ear shot and he wouldn’t join you guys for at least 20 minutes.

“Hello, darling.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to the side of your temple.

You hummed. “Hey Papi.”

“What are you making?”

You stirred the pot and placed the wooden spoon on the counter. “Pasta.” You replied, leaning against Papi. “Should be ready once Daddy’s out.”

Papi smiled and turned you around. He kissed you as he backed you into the island, lifting you on to it so you sat on it with your feet dangling off the edge.

“I have a naughty idea.”

“Does it involve this kitchen and the 20 mins we have to spare?”

Papi laughed. “No, but it does have to do with Daddy.”

“I’m listening.”

Papi started by asking you if you’d noticed anything regarding a budding rivalry between a certain stuffed sheep and a certain Aussie. You hadn’t but once Papi had gotten into detail and told you a few of his witness accounts you couldn’t stop laughing. Especially when he told you about his conversation with Daddy that night you’d sat in its lap instead of his.

“Fuck, that all does make sense. What do you wanna do?”

“Well, I say we get him good. He’s jealous of your stuffie? Why don’t we put the stuffie in bed after we get back next weekend to fuck with him?” He joked about how mad he’d get, joked about how he’d probably throw the poor sheep across the room and teased you with how hot the sex would be. You giggled and agreed.

“One more thing,” You told Papi. He tilted his head at you. “We still have ten minutes.” You pulled Papi to you and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“No, absolutely fucking not.” Daniel growled.

They had just gotten back from a weekend away from you and all he had done was go to the bathroom for a minute and one of those fucking things was in the bed with you and Papi.

The way Papi innocently smiled at him told him the fucker had carried the sheep into the room.

“Come on, Daddy.” You had a smile on your beautiful face, happy as anything. “We’re all gonna snuggle together.” You pulled back the sheet on his side of the bed to show him that the koala was in there too.

Daddy took a deep breath and one last look at Papi’s smug face before he took off towards the bed. His footfalls were heavy as he speedwalked towards the bed with purpose.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned.

He said nothing as he grabbed the sheep from where it was partially propped up behind you.

“Hey!” You shouted.

You crawled to the edge of the bed as he continued walking towards the far wall of the bedroom. Papi watched with a hand pressed firmly over his own mouth, his eyes wide as Daddy unlatched the window and chucked the oversized sheep right out of the house.

“Daniel!” You yelled in shock and anger.

Daniel looked out the window at the sheep laying defeated in the grass of their backyard. The stupid happy face smiled up at him but Daniel still felt victorious cause the horrible, stupid thing was out of their house. He let out a happy sigh as he turned around.

You were livid. Your lips were in a tight line and your fists were clenched at your sides. He looked behind you at Michael, who was frozen in place, his eyes bugging out of his head while a hand stayed over his mouth, his shoulders shaking as he visibly struggled not to laugh or involve himself in the war Daniel had just started.

He focused back on his wife as you stood from the bed.

“I cannot believe you, Daniel!”

That was two full name usages in a row. He knew deep down that he was fucked, but the stubborn pride in him prevailed and he yelled back.

“No, I can’t believe you. You have me and you have him,” Michael grabbed a pillow and smashed his face into it, still looking like he was fighting off a massive stroke. “and yet you keep cuddling up to a stuffed lamb and a stuffed koala!”

Michael pulled his red face out from his pillow. “I thought it was a sheep?” He finally let out a cackle as Daniel yelled in anger triggered by his own slip up and the situation at hand.

“You both are so dumb!” You yelled, jumping off the bed and out of your bedroom doorway.

“Where are you going?” Daniel yelled after you.

“To get my real husband!”

“Oo shit!” Michael laughed.

Daniel ran after you, making sure to yell a “Shut the fuck up!” over his shoulder as he ran through the doorway.

He ran down the stairs, finally getting a view on you just as your hand grabbed the doorknob to get outside. “It is one in the morning, you can’t go outside!”

“Watch me.” You shoved the door open, knowing and not caring that a million silent alarms were just tripped with the simple action of leaving the house to retrieve your squishmallow.

Daniel ran out after you, finally outside where he couldn’t hear Michael’s laughter anymore. You were a few feet from your lambsheep when Daniel’s arms wrapped around you.

“No, I want my stuffie!” You pulled away from Daniel, catching him off guard as your rage seemed to make you stronger than usual.

“You don’t need it!”

“I’m not leaving it outside!”

“Just leave it!”

“What if it rains?”

“I hope it fucking does!”

You both slipped in the dewey grass on your sides, rolling around and trying to crawl around, over and under each other as you tried to reach your lambsheep and Daniel tried to keep you away from it. You were both oblivious to the small crowd that had come running.

“What do we do?” Alex murmured to George where they stood on the stonework of the patio, a few feet from the grass the couple was sliding and fighting on.

“Hey, don’t worry, I got this.” Michael appeared beside them as he walked through the doorway, letting out a laugh as he took in his muddy spouses. “You know how they have that saying the more the merrier?”

He waited for both young boys to nod nervously.

“Well, it’s not always merrier.” He grinned and laughed at his own joke as he walked over to where the two of them were still yelling at each other.

Alex and George watched, still frozen in place as Michael pushed Daniel off of you and threw you over his shoulder.

“Come, boy.” He teasingly said to Daniel as he walked back towards Alex, George and the doorway. He stopped for a split second, totally unfazed by the way you were thrashing on his shoulder. “No matter what Dan says, take that thing inside and put it on the couch, okay?” Both boys silently nodded. “Thanks guys.”

Daniel came running up to the doorway, skidding to a stop to turn to George and Alex. He pointed to the lambsheep on the lawn, “Burn that fucking thing, I don’t care if the whole lawn catches fire.” Alex looked at George and followed suit when George nodded at Daniel.

Daniel slammed the door shut behind him.

“Which do we do?” Alex asked.

“We wait five minutes and then we take it inside.”

“But Daniel-”

“In matters like this, we listen to Michael.” George explained.

Alex nodded his head, still staring at the lambsheep with confusion.

“Is that a lamb?” Alex asked out loud, finally cracking a smile.

“It’s a fucking sheep!” You yelled out the window from above them, hanging out of it before someone pulled you back in and slammed the window shut.

Alex flinched. “Holy shit, okay, five minutes.”

George nodded.

#just thought I’d rb my fav story #🥹🥹🥹#it was so fun #hoe fairy #dr #mi #australian daddies mafia au #w #daniel ricciardo

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thirstyandbeautiful · 1 year ago

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besties I just clicked on your url in my following and it didn’t load properly I thought you’d deactivated 😭😭😭😭 I had to refresh and retry but omg I nearly had a heart attack!!!!

Sis pls 😵‍💫

#i would actually cry #if all this work went down the drain #we will NEVER deactivate #how else will I make sure no one steals my shit again

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thirstyandbeautiful · 1 year ago

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Thinking about the duality of baby in Mafia AU like she's got her sweet and soft side, and she's got her scary side.

And like that could translate to her nails? Soft pastels or bright coloured manicures when every thing is fine, impractically long once she gets the pacifier. Short and black when someone fucked up.

This is a big ask but if you feel so inspired. Hand kink but its Daddy and Papi having a kink for Baby's soft and very pretty hands.

Oh we back at it!

Australian Daddies Mafia!AU

Baby's Claws

a/n: i love getting my nails done i do have v fancy nails at all times so this is like a love letter to nails LOL im so sorry i made it sweet and spicy!

(I decided to dip back into a past drabble for sweet inspo thats whats linked in the beginning of each part! And there's a special glimpse into a future kinda violent drabble)

SHOUT OUT TO PAPI'S LEATHER GLOVES.

Daddy could remember the first time he held your hand. Even after all the years you'd spent together, he'd never forget the first time he felt that spark, that electric current that he thought could only begin and end with him and Papi.

He'd been helping you up from under a tree you'd been lounging under when the spark had gone off. But instead of burning intensity like he'd felt the first time he'd touched Papi, he'd felt the low thrumming heat deep in his chest. The low thrumming heat that he now felt after his endless years with his lover. It felt like home, it felt like peace, it felt like the last piece that they hadn't known they were missing.

Daddy's mind never moved so fast. Between his feelings and thoughts were the physical sensation of holding you. Your hands were so soft and small, he felt the need to be extra gentle wrapping his own thick, callous-rough hand around your own. Of course, it wasn't just the softness, the plush heat of your palm pressed to his fingers, or the way he'd noticed how his hand engulfed your own, no-

It was your nails.

Long, but not too long, perfectly curved into a smooth almond shape. Like softened claws. Softened claws that were painted a soft baby pink. You were on the edges of the Spanish property that belonged to another family, a restful, laidback and scenic work retreat as you'd put it minutes ago. His first impression was that you were smart, but now he knew you were clever.

From their delicate shape and size, he could tell they were your own. Flashes went through his head, his mind conjuring sharpened nails sinking into flesh. Thick flesh, like the sturdy meat on his shoulders while he-

"Daniel?"

He'd hardly realized you were on your feet, and felt the burn of his cheeks intensify as he dropped your hand, catching the shimmer of blue as a nearby light caught the polish. Chrome, he thought as he turned away without a word before thinking better of it. When his eyes lifted from your hand and settled on your face, you'd winked at him.

Full of surprises. Clever girl.

“Come on, babydoll. Think it’s time we walk you home.”

Papi could hear himself panting.

He stood stiff and slack jawed between the painted brick walls that held up the tunnel underneath their port. His chest heaved with the breaths he sucked in, and even with leather gloves on, his finger tips ached with how hard his hands were fisted. You stood on the other side of the tinted, one way glass.

You'd been standing so still in front of Charles' bound body, not even moving your weight from side to side. Your body stood firm atop your stiletto heeled boots, one of the only parts of you that had moved over the past few hours was your beautiful lips, to deliver your menacing coo and dazzling smile, and your hands.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. Off of your hands.

When you'd called him and Daddy to let them know that you had a show for them to watch in the tunnels, this wasn't what he had expected. But it was so much better.

Your lithe fingers precariously balanced a dagger that was a family heirloom, the crest of your family adorning the handle that danced between your fingers and hands. You knew exactly how to move it, how to angle it to cut shallowly or deeply, and even how to maim or not leave a single scratch just the gentle caress of steel against flesh.

He could feel his hips lifting forward rhythmically, the light friction of his dress pants against his heated skin barely offering him any relief but making the show all the more sweeter.

The tip of his tongue dragged across his upper lip, following the path of your finger caressing the blade. The claw shape almost mimicking the curve of the knife, the deep maroon polish reflecting the light that bounced off the blade. Your skin was unblemished, so clean, and he knew exactly how smooth the skin felt, especially the skin of your palm when you wrapped it around-

The creak of the heavy steel door that separated the rooms between you opened. You were still looking over your shoulder as you walked through the doorway, your knife still. unsheathed and in your grip. When you turned to face him, his breath stopped.

Your eyes widened for a moment before they slid closed in a slow blink. Once they reopened, they dragged down his body, the muscles that stretched the fabric of his clothes flexed with her attention. Including the main event between his legs.

You took slow steps towards him, the gentle clack of your heels on cement floors almost making him flinch. The knife in your hand looked like a shiny blur as your flourished it, playing mindlessly with the same steel he was pretty sure could sink into the floor beneath their feet like butter.

You stepped right into his space. Right where you belonged. Where he needed you.

"I told you I had a show for you." you whispered into his collar as your right hand lifted, the button of his shirt no match for the blade you wielded.

His panted breaths quickened as you cut through the first, the second and then the third button. He'd been frozen in place watching you slice through his shirt, but his head and eyes rolled back as your left hand lifted to press against the exposed skin of his chest.

"Ohhhhh, darling." Papi moaned as your free hand followed the path your knife made, your nails dragging down his exposed chest all the way down to his navel as your knife made quick work of his shirt.

"Yes?" you mockingly whispered.

And you didn't stop at his shirt. When there were no more tiny buttons to slice off of his shirt, you pressed the blade to his belt. He let out such a guttural moan it echoed in the room as the heavy belt buckle dropped to the side, the weight of it bouncing off his swollen shaft.

"W-wait." his voice shook as he grabbed your free hand.

When he looked down, you had the same smile on your face as you'd had in the other room. Papi had never been on the receiving end before, never been the prey, but the heavy knowing gaze in your eyes as you looked up at him made him so hot he went lightheaded for a moment.

You chuckled and held his gaze as your hand shifted upwards, slicing through the zipper and button of his pants with a single flourish. They fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Your smile was all teeth as you sunk down to your knees in front of him.

The slow beating clicks of your nails on marble echoed through the room. You weren’t being loud, but your annoyance and impatience were palpable.

It had been another torturous night of dining and meeting with the heads of the other families. You had to do it once every couple of months to make sure that everything ran smoothly, and to get a temperature check on everyone who stood to gain from any misstep. You’d loathed them your entire life but they became unbearable since courting and marrying Daddy and Papi. The only saving grace of the night was that you were the hosts. There was no annoying flight or car ride home, you were home.

And everyone was overstaying their welcome.

You rolled your eyes as another family head began going back and forth with someone over a tariff charge. It was incredibly elementary. When your eyes rolled, they landed on Daddy beside you.

He'd worn a crisp white shirt, and a deep maroon suit with brown shoes. It made his tanned skin glow and your heart skip a beat. Your husbands were so handsome and all yours.

That's where your mind usually went when the discussions went particularly stale. Straight to the gutter, where you and your lovers thrived. You'd mastered a poker face, and could easily go through the plethora of memories you had in every position, on every surface, every taste and every time, and not even break a sweat or bat an eyelash.

But you'd realized over time that your darling husbands were not the same.

Daddy fidgeted, and unlike him, his fingers were curled in front of his face until the sides pressed to his lips as he leaned on the arm of the chair. You gently tilted your head so you could catch a glance at him. His gaze was fixed on the table, and when your eyes flitted back to where his gaze was, your eyebrow raised. He was watching your hand on the table.

You slowed the clack of your nails on the table surface and instead dragged the tips of your nails on the table top, making small loops and curls. Gently pressing the tip of your curved nails into the table top, they made a soft grated sound. Daddy's hand tightened in your peripheral vision.

Curious, you turned to Papi, and bit back a laugh.

He sat stiffly, his big brown eyes slightly widened and pupils dilated as he openly watched your hand on the table top. You'd had your hunches about Papi's preferences in your nails, but to know that you were torturing the both of them with your groomed nails? That was too good to not indulge in.

You rapped your nails against the table top again, and watched back and forth between the two men as their restlessness grew.

The color of your nails seemed to pulse under the lowlight in the room. It was a Barbie pink, almost magenta, with hints of purple and blue shimmer in the polish that made an obnoxious shimmer that completely sold you on the color. It was a bratty color, and you felt like a bratty girl. You had to get it.

You'd gotten home an hour before the night began, and the boys had only gotten a glimpse at the color before you had to leave them to get ready. They'd teased you, dropped a few inappropriate comments and the such, but you had no idea that it could effect them both like this.

This would be fun.

You leaned forward so both your husbands could focus on you, “We’re done for tonight.”

No one said a word as you rose from the table.

You were on your knees in front of them, your tongue hanging out and ignoring the way your drool rolled down the sides of your mouth and chin until it dripped on to your heaving chest. In each hand you held your lovers’ throbbing affection for you.

Daddy and Papi were no strangers to the sweet friction of rubbing their cocks together, but it was all the more sweeter when it was over your tongue.

There you sat, dazed with eyes half lidded, weakly gripping them at the base as you dragged their cocks all over your tongue, their sticky tips rubbing against each other until their precum was a mixed slick that mingled with your spit.

“Cock drunk little slut.” Daddy growled.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you shoved their lengths into your mouth, forcing your lips to stretch around them as your grip dropped to their balls. Both men groaned as you fondled them. You knew Daddy liked a little pain, he enjoyed when you tugged on the heavy sac he was hung with. Papi was of course the opposite, his balls being ultra sensitive and needed only to be lightly cupped to get his cock to start twitching.

Papi was panting over you, his eyes barely opened as you lightly scratched your nails over his balls, “M’gonna cum.” He choked out.

Daddy thrusted his hips forward and made you gag, “You know what to do.”

And you did. You dragged your nails over his balls before lightly pinching the loose skin behind them.

“Fuck.”

“Those hands…”

“Gonna… oh God.”

“Cum with me?” Daddy panted.

“Yeah, love.” Papi answered.

Quickly, you relaxed your throat and pulled both cocks from your mouth. Your lips hung open as you jerked them off over your outstretched tongue. You tugged at Daddy’s cock with short, sharp strokes at the base of his cock, while Papi got pulled from mid shaft to tip, with your wrist twisting when your thumb met the edge of his foreskin.

With a sharp gasp from Papi and a heavy, guttural groan from Daddy, they both pulsed in the palm of your hands as they came. Papi’s cock bobbed in your hand, the cum gushed from his tip where you pressed it to your tongue while Daddy’s shot off on to your tongue and Papi’s cock, coating his tip in both of your lovers juices.

Daddy whimpered and pull his dick from your grip, overstimulated and too sensitive to take anymore. With your hand free, you let go of Papi’s cock and swallowed around his tip, eagerly but gently sucking him clean of his and daddy’s mess.

#w #hoe fairy #dr #mi #australian daddies mafia au #you see the secret truth of the aussie daddies is that daddy is the romantic and papi is the horny one

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thirstyandbeautiful · 1 year ago

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I miss u pookie ❤️

💜💜💜

#fuck I never posted the mafia anon hands drabble #TOMORROW I PROMISE IM SO SORRY

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thirstyandbeautiful · 1 year ago

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Hey! idk if this is going to be unsolicited advice or whatever but i say it because i really love ur work and want more people to see it!!! but i notice that ur posts aren’t tagged with any popular fandom tags that you would find by searching? idk if that’s something you do on purpose! but even tagging it with “daniel ricciardo smut” or “dr3” rather than just “dr” would probably come up in readers tags more without worrying about posting in the main tags!! 🩷🩷🩷

Hi hi! I’m actually surprised you sent this in because no one ever notices. I don’t usually tag to ‘main’ tags cause I feel like our community on this page is way bigger than people realize but you are welcome to reblog our stories to those main tags!!

Our tags are what they are to organize the blog. 💕

#I love nice anons #w #hoe fairy

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thirstyandbeautiful · 2 years ago

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hoe fairy and mafia anon are back!!!!

feels like the good days are returning

I think so 🥰

#w #hoe fairy

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thirstyandbeautiful · 2 years ago

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Finally an Aussie Daddies thought has come to me.

Lazy morning in bed, Daddy and Papi came home late so Baby is first awake. But she's not getting up and leaving the warm bed. So she decides to be a little naughty and sneakily touch herself under the sheets until Daddy and Papi wake up.

It's a challenge to balance being quiet and still vs actually getting close to cumming

xoxo mafia anon

HELLO MY DARLING-

in honor of you coming through with some really great inspo that im working on rn, i decided to finally fill this one with this fun drabble. i hope everyone enjoys!

You weren't sure what had woken you at first, but as you sleepily blinked your eyes open, you knew exactly what had woken you up. You'd fallen asleep with your knees lifted to either side of your hips.

You sharply inhaled as you slowly straightened your legs, flexing your muscles as you laid them flat on the bed. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you waded through memories from last night. How had you fallen asleep in such a position? There was no tell tale ache between your legs, no warmth dripping from your core, no unpleasant yet somewhat pleasant stickiness as you rubbed your thighs together. You dragged your hands down from where they'd been laying beside your head on your pillow. Turning your head, you were instantly reminded of last night.

Daddy and Papi laid next to you. Papi curled around Daddy, the sheets around their waists let you see how his arms held your lover tightly, his face pressed into Daddy's shoulder. Daddy looked so young when he slept. During waking hours he feigned an innocence that played into his easy going demeanor, but when he was asleep, that's when you got a glimpse of what real innocence looked like on his face.

You bit your lip as you felt your nipples tighten shamefully.

Which brought you right back to last night.

The men had gotten home late, unwilling to sleep another night without you, they'd opted to fly home overnight and hadn't landed until a few hours before sunrise. They'd both been exhausted, and even with the exhaustion illustrated on their faces, you had been eager. Wearing a thin, cotton nightie that barely covered your thighs, that barely even hid the color of the skin beneath it, you'd been more than eager. But even as you'd laid, spread and open for them, they'd gently cooed at you and pet you as they curled into bed and fell asleep. You'd hoped that they would wake you with what you needed, but clearly that hadn't happened.

You huffed.

They're so hardworking, our line of work is so demanding, the list of explanations, all rational, went on and on in your head. You knew they were tired and that that was fine. Your men were human. They got tired, they needed sleep.

But you had needs too.

Needs that hadn't been sated by anything other than your own hands in two weeks, two weeks and one day now. Cause apparently you weren't getting any relief this morning.

Which was exactly how your playful little plan filled your head like the soft sunshine that melted through your curtains.

You licked your lips as you turned your head to face them. Blindly, you reached up above your pillows to wear your more reasonably sized squishes laid. Grabbing two, you bent your knees and gently wiggled out from under the bedsheet that covered you all. Opening your legs, you made sure to cushion your thighs with a squishmallow under each.

Lifting your hand to your mouth, you gazed at the gentle curve of Daddy's cupids bow, and traced its shape on your finger tip sloppily until your spit glistened and dripped down your finger. Biting into your lower lip, you brought your hand back down to your heated center. Your cunt was spread from the position you were in, but you still teased yourself by bringing the slick skin of your finger down to where your lips split. Gently nudging them further apart until your clit was exposed, you shivered as the cool room air brushed against the heated bundle of nerves.

You sharply inhaled as you rolled your clit between your wet and dry fingers. The friction between the two made for a delicious drag that had the smell of your heat filling the room in no time. All the while, you stared at your husbands, letting every memory and fantasy fill your little dirty mind and guide your hand against yourself. Arching your back brought your attention back to your nipples. The tightened buds pressed against the cotton of your dress every time you arched your back, making for a delicious dry bite of fabric against skin.

Lifting one side of your dress, you dragged the material up and over one tit, groping the soft flesh as goosebumps spread across your exposed tummy. You looked over Daddy's shoulder at Papi as you twisted your nipple harshly. That's how he normally punished you for touching without permission.

God, you wanted to be punished.

You froze when you saw Papi's eyebrows furrow before he gently rubbed his face into Daddy's shoulder. When all movement ceased, the silence stretched, and you were sure neither of them had woken, you huffed a laugh.

Feeling emboldened, you let out a sigh as you sunk a finger into your weeping cunt. You could feel the slick dampening your hole, but you hadn't realized how wet you were until you forced your digit between your thick walls.

In front of you, Daddy's lip twitched, then his nose.

Fuck, that nose. You could practically feel the memory of it pressed to your clit as his tongue sunk into your cunt. Pulling your finger free from yourself, you whined as you tasted yourself. When your finger dripped with spit, you reached down and filled yourself. Between your spit and your wet pussy, the filthy suctioning slip of your juices got louder.

Your eyes closed for a moment before they reopened to see your still sleeping lovers.

Your gaze followed Papi's arms, from his curved, broad shoulders, to his strong biceps that looked flexed even when they weren't. Your nipple ached as you pulled at it again, but your pussy only pulsed and your juices got louder as you worked your finger faster. You wanted to sink your teeth into his forearm. It was so thick, the wicked idea of riding it like his thigh filled your mind.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

Your knees restlessly lifted as your hips surged up. When you reopened your eyes, you looked at Papi's hand, flat against Daddy's abdomen, partially covering his happy trail. You loved his happy trail, but loved it more when it was wet from you squirting on it.

A soft cry left your mouth, "Ohhh."

A second finger sunk into your cunt. Even if you couldn't reach deep enough, you'd fill yourself with the girth of your whole hand if you had to. Anything to get the relief, a lick of the pleasure that was plaguing your memories. You wanted it so badly.

So badly, you hadn't even noticed Daddy's hand on the edges of your own pillow.

His strong, long fingers were limp against your pillow, outstretched towards your cheek as if he was stroking you in his sleep. The sweet thought had you wiggling closer to him without a second thought. Sealing your fate, you closed your lips around his middle finger. Your mouth was wet and hot from your panting and drooling, so your tongue glided easily against his skin. You suckled on his finger as your hands kept busy on your body.

You were so close.

You could hear how wet you were, the wet smack of your fingers moving in and out of you smacked through the once held silence of the room. Your other hand worked tirelessly groping your tit, the nipple swollen from all the rough attention you'd given it. You were riding the high higher and higher, sucking on Daddy's finger harder and harder. Your thighs tensed and your hips jumped. You were right there-

Daddy's finger was yanked out of your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you gasped as you came, looking at the very awake faces of your lovers.

Twitching as you came down, the hand on your tit dropped to your side, not bothering to fix your dress as you rested your aching wrist against your thigh, your fingers still partially inside of you.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Daddy's voice rasped, as Papi glared at you from over his shoulder, "because you aren't cumming again for a week."

#gratuitous time zone self reblog

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thirstyandbeautiful · 2 years ago

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Finally an Aussie Daddies thought has come to me.

It's a challenge to balance being quiet and still vs actually getting close to cumming

xoxo mafia anon

HELLO MY DARLING-

in honor of you coming through with some really great inspo that im working on rn, i decided to finally fill this one with this fun drabble. i hope everyone enjoys!

You bit your lip as you felt your nipples tighten shamefully.

Which brought you right back to last night.

You huffed.

But you had needs too.

Needs that hadn't been sated by anything other than your own hands in two weeks, two weeks and one day now. Cause apparently you weren't getting any relief this morning.

Which was exactly how your playful little plan filled your head like the soft sunshine that melted through your curtains.

God, you wanted to be punished.

In front of you, Daddy's lip twitched, then his nose.

Your eyes closed for a moment before they reopened to see your still sleeping lovers.

"Fuck." you mumbled.

A soft cry left your mouth, "Ohhh."

So badly, you hadn't even noticed Daddy's hand on the edges of your own pillow.

You were so close.

Daddy's finger was yanked out of your mouth.

Your eyes opened and you gasped as you came, looking at the very awake faces of your lovers.

Twitching as you came down, the hand on your tit dropped to your side, not bothering to fix your dress as you rested your aching wrist against your thigh, your fingers still partially inside of you.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Daddy's voice rasped, as Papi glared at you from over his shoulder, "because you aren't cumming again for a week."

#w #hoe fairy #mi #dr #australian daddies mafia au #now that everythings done im suddenly v inspired again

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