#i still see her stupid wide eyes giving me side eye when i was begging (irl) and just not even responding

[swagging-back-to]

i had a nightmare i was in the zombie apocalypse with my sister and she decided to pull off to the side of the road and 'wait out' the hoard coming right to us to get high and completely dismissed me the whole time I was begging to just keep moving until we got eaten.

ive upgraded to literally having nightmares about the night she did that at the rave. bc she ACTUALLY did that btw. she fought me for a whole hour about leaving while a guy with a gun was tweaking out LOOKING FOR US and knew we were on that bridge.

#sister posting #she let me down so bad and proved herself so untrustworthy it even manifests in my dreams #literally sad. #i still see her stupid wide eyes giving me side eye when i was begging (irl) and just not even responding #btw i was over 2 hours away from my house in a city with no one to call and with no one i knew #at literally 1 am #and she was pulling this shit #literally get so scared when i even remember it #like i could not have chosen a worse person to go through that situation with #it makes me so angry to think about #esp bc i was LITERALLY just begging her to move from that spot and to go to a fast food parkinglot #yknow #a lit place with plenty of witnesses instead of a dark bridge right next to a dark ass park with 3 males walking around? #but no #she genuinely fucking refused only until her bladder was full and then she wanted to leave immediately #but the whole hour and a half i was begging clearly scared out of my mind she didnt do SHIT #no seriously i hate her #i hate her for this shit

[toruslvt]

Hey! Can I please request facefucking with Sukuna? 🤕 when he is teasing the shit out of her at first, rubbing her face on his clothed bulge saying shit like “and this is all you gonna get, brat” (he is lying ofc, he just want you to beg) 🤧

Hope you having a good day 🖤

⋆ mdni. mean, disgusting, filthy Sukuna turns me on so much aaaah, he calls you slut once.....

 ⋆ have a wonderful day nonie ily 🩷

“what’s wrong, brat… too much for you?” it’s a sneer coming out of your lover’s lips, grabbing a fistful of your hair, not minding your comfort before he’s shoving your face against his hard, hot bulge though the thin layer of his robe; sticky precum staining the fabric and seeping to wet your nose and cheeks.

you really should look at yourself, naked while on your knees, utterly lost and with the most precious fucked out expression Sukuna has ever seen; you’re so cute when you’re desperate, grabby hands gently tugging on the loose fabric hanging over his body, as if begging for a glimpse of his cock, “what do you want?, use your big girl words” he snickers, tongue poking on the inner side of his cheek to conceal a groan with the gentle swift of his hips.

the pool of saliva in your mouth is heavy to swallow, glossy eyes shifting to look at him in the eyes with your chin pressed on his clothed girth, “cock…”

and he laughs, openly and so mockingly you had to bite down on your bottom lip, “already fucked stupid and I haven’t done anything” Sukuna continues with the teasing tone, using his point finger to slightly tap on your cheek, “you’re that desperate that any cock would satisfy you, huh? slut” 

upon hearing his words you realize you might have not voiced your desires properly, eyes wide in worry of your lover dragging out the torturous teasing further, “yours, Kuna… please.

“greedy thing” and the laugh is back again, although this time breathy and through a smirk at the sight of your pleading gaze, “so desperate for a taste of cock, aren’t you?” patience running thin, but Sukuna knows better and holds back the urge to fuck your throat raw, and although he adores to have you choke on his cock, he also considers this side of you is more than lovely to continue teasing. 

with a sigh Sukuna unfastens the the knot around his waist, allowing for his naked body underneath the robe to come into sight, still holding your head so close to his pelvis that his cock slaps against your chin in the process, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth at the subtle movements of your hips humping against nothing, most definitely dripping slick down your spread thighs and onto the floor.

Sukuna never really let’s you see how much you affect him, at least not before you’re already dizzy from his ministrations, although the sticky webs of precum connecting his cock with his clothes, and now, your cheek, could easily proof his desire, “you’re so dirty, dirty, dirty girl” he teases instead, solely focused on driving you insane, “drooling all over the floor, hm? your slutty pussy wants me that bad” he coos, hand fisted on the base of his cock while slapping your cheek with the tip, the sound so lewd and sticky his jaw tenses.

a soft hum of appreciation gets dragged out of his throat as you stick out your tongue, futilely attempting to catch at least a brief taste of his length, all heavy and balls full of cum, yet Sukuna doesn’t give in, instead using the hand on your hair to drift back to your nape, grasping tightly while rubbing your face on his now bare cock, it’s so messy and ridiculously lewd you can’t help and choke on a whimper, “please..!”

if it were for him, Sukuna would have teased you until you cried, but it’s not until you flutter your eyelashes up, meeting his gaze with a sloppy expression and face covered in precum that dribbles down to your bare tits that Sukuna finally groans and taps your tongue before guiding his shaft inside your warm and tight throat. it really isn't fair how fucking pretty you look with a mouth full of cock. 

#𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ #sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[schlattsdoll]

ahhh i waiting for you to add to the tedschlatt post!!

and omg the “them fighting over you” thought is SO VALID!!!

both of them would be so incredibly desperate to touch you and pleasure you (theyre whipped with a capital w and havent seen you in three weeks what do you expect), but after seeing the snacks, you’d convince them to have a movie night, and of course, they can’t say no to their girl.

the three of you would be cuddling under a blanket watching a christmas movie, and ted looks over at schlatt, seeing that he’s clearly too invested in the movie. he then looks over at you, giving you a look you can’t quite decipher, and puts his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. you look at ted, wide eyed, mouthing a silent “what are you doing?” to him. he puts his finger to his lips, telling you to stay quiet, and whispers in your ear, “stay quiet, sweetheart, you don’t want schlatt knowing right?” he sneaks his hand into your pajamas, and slides your panties to the side. you are WET, and ted smirks at your neediness. you give him the best puppy dog eyes you can, silently begging him to do something, anything. he’s not as mean as schlatt, so he gives in and rubs circles on your clit. you gasp as quietly as you can and shift in your spot on the couch. you both look over at schlatt, who’s still engrossed in the movie. ted unexpectedly slides a finger in your wet pussy, causing you to moan. “t- teddy!” schlatt snaps his neck to look at the two of you and he doesn’t need to lift the blanket to know what’s going on. “ted, you better not be doing what i think you’re doing.” “why, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” “i’m gonna fuck her until she can’t walk.” “what? why me???” you say, confused about how you got involved in this. “you can’t fuck her like i can.” “oh, you’re on bitch.” ted and schlatt give each other competitive looks. you sigh in exasperation at your boys’ competitiveness and how they didn’t even hear you, too caught up in their argument, but all three of you knew that you were more than happy with this arrangement. needless to say, both of them took turns fucking you stupid, and you had never been more grateful that the frat house was empty.

tedschlatt are the best boys and all they wanna do is make their girl feel good, theyre just kens fr

- 🤭 anon

anna i adore your brain lemme live there

minors dni

both your boys wanting to jump your bones before you insisted on having a cute movie night instead seeing the target bags full of snacks they’d bought before seeing you. you could see the slight disappointment in their eyes, after all they hadn’t seen you in three weeks.

schlatt being too invested in a childhood favorite of his while ted gives into his needs. jay only pays attention when he hears your cute little moans of your nickname for ted.

their competitive natures taking control of them as they decide to take turns making you cum over and over again. taking turns with their heads between your thighs, buried in your wet cunt as you wiggled and moaned out for each of them. “teddy… jay… fuck babies i don’t know if i can do anymore….”

them taking turns making you stupid on their cocks, especially schlatt who’s just more rough than ted. “fuck dolly, look at you all fucked out on your boys cocks. who makes you feel better huh?”

THE AFTERCARE ??? unmatched. you go back to watching the movies as you all snuggle together, your head on schlatts shoulder while ted’s head was on yours. “best christmas ever.”

#jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich imagine #jschlatt headcanons #fratboy! jschlatt #jschlatt hcs #ted nivison smut #ted nivision smut #ted nivison fluff #ted nivison headcanons #fratboy! ted nivison #poly!tedschlatt #anna ❦ #🤭 anon

[toddxhavez]

My Eyes

Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x reader, mentions of Enid Sinclair x reader

Summary: Wednesday likes you and she’s finally gotten tired of dealing with your one-sided relationship to Enid.

Warning(s): Angst

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I’ve never written a fanfic before but I wanted to give it try, kinda nervous but let me know if I should give writing part 2 a try. This fic is loosely based on the song My Eyes by The Lumineers. Reader’s character is heavily influenced by Gaara from Naruto. Since all the actors are +18 all the characters are aged up to +18. Not proofread so sorry for any mistakes in advance :P

It was late in the day when Wednesday heard someone knocking at her door, she was in the middle of writing her novel but she could still pay attention to everything that happened right after Enid had opened their door.

“Hey, are you ready to go out now? Sorry for coming a little late Yoko was showing me these new sunglasses she got-“ she heard Y/N begin to say before Enid had intervened mid-sentence, “oh actually I can’t tonight, I promised Ajax to help him with… studying, I’m so sorry that I forgot can we reschedule for another time?” Enid asked with an apologetic voice.

You’ve got to be joking.

Wednesday tried her best to block out the interaction suddenly feeling burdened by having the ability to multitask. Although if Wednesday had looked she would have been able to see you glance over at her in her seat before looking back at Enid giving her a smile and nod in response, Enid hadn’t given you a chance to do anything else as she gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as thank you before dashing out of the room.

“Guess you’re stuck with me again,” You said walking over to Wednesday’s bed and letting yourself get comfortable.

“Leave me alone, bother someone else tonight.” Wednesday said promptly, this had been happening for as long as she’s known the pair. You would come to see Enid and take her out on a date but the busy werewolf always had something else going on so she’d cancel on you and leave. That wouldn’t have been much of a big deal to Wednesday if it wasn’t for the fact that every time that happened, she’d been forced to hangout with you instead.

“ ‘Y/N of course you can stay’ really? thank you so much ‘no thank you’ of course Wednesday anytime,” you said to yourself mimicking Wednesday who sent you a glare in response. “Oh come on Wednesday I really like hanging out with you, please?” You begged, Wednesday scoffed preparing herself to say no but after seeing the smile on your face she felt herself giving in immediately.

How insipid of me, a stupid smile? Seriously?

“Shut up and let me finish writing then or I’ll bury you alive somewhere no one will find you.” Wednesday threatened, you did a small cheer knowing that was her way of saying yes to you.

‘I really like hanging out with you’ Wednesday heard your voice playback in her head making her skin crawl, she tried not to pay too much attention to some of the things you’d say to her but it was hard. They were genuine, but not in the way she wanted them to be. To Wednesday it started off as mere fascination in investigating what power you had, the first time she met you was out on the balcony of her shared room with Enid on her first day at this god awful school.

Wednesday came back to her room with the intentions of arranging her half of the room in a way she’d like. The pale girl nearly hurled at the amount of color her half of the room displayed when she took notice of a dark figure outside her window, she made her way over to the balcony making sure her footsteps were inaudible because she had the intentions of threatening the unknown intruder. She readied herself with a nearby dagger she unpacked earlier that day before stepping outside through the window that had been cracked open wide enough for her to sneak out of.

There stood a tall girl overlooking the school from the balcony view, Wednesday gave her a once over seeing that she’d been wearing what looked like comfortable clothes and not something of a would-be-assailant. Black sweatpants with a burgundy pullover, and strangely enough a small light brown gourd on her back being held up by black cloth. Wednesday was about two feet away when she felt something crawl up and around her hand, it enclosed itself tightly around her fist hard enough for her to drop her dagger.

“What the hell?” The girl turned around seeing Wednesday slightly struggling to get out of her restraint. Wednesday watched as the sand slipped off her hand, between her fingertips and towards the girl in front of her, it retreated behind her in the direction of the small gourd.

‘Sand manipulation? Interesting.’ Wednesday noted carefully disregarding her fallen weapon that the other girl had finally taken notice of.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” Wednesday asked in a flat tone, studying her intruder’s appearance immediately taking note of her dark under-eyes.

“Did you just try to stab me? Are we not gonna talk about that first?”

“I don’t know you, how else was I supposed to approach you?” To be fair nothing even happened Wednesday would have only stabbed her if this stranger had been a threat, not that she’d completely ruled the possibility of that out yet. The room was assigned to Enid and her; and not whoever stood in front of her at the moment.

“So you’re Wednesday Addams? I’ve heard about you, but I didn’t think you’d try to stab me on your first day here” the taller girl laughed picking up the dagger, “oh wow is this made out of 1095 carbon steel?”

“Yes, not that it’s any of your business.” Wednesday quickly added.

“This is impressive.” The girl told Wednesday handing it back, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N” Wednesday gracefully accepted the dagger back and went back inside her room not wanting to continue the conversation.

After that Wednesday hadn’t seen you again until the following day, somehow the girl with the gourd was able to leave her room undetected.

Wednesday walked out of the infirmary enraged after having been beat by Bianca when all of a sudden she’d heard something shift above her, she could do nothing but watch as the heavy decorative gargoyle came speeding down towards her.

“Wednesday look out!” she heard Y/N shout from somewhere in front of her, a taller body crashed itself forcefully against her. Your left arm wrapped itself around Wednesday’s waist keeping her from falling back, your other arm quickly but gently guiding Wednesday’s head against your chest.

Wednesday couldn’t see anything because of the hold that you had on her but she heard the gargoyle break well above her, the pieces landing all around. Wednesday stood there for a few seconds, disgustingly and confusingly enough enjoying the way your warmth enveloped her smaller frame.

‘I don’t even know her,’ Wednesday mentally gagged to herself never having experienced something like that before.

“Are you okay?” You asked worriedly freeing Wednesday from your hold and grabbing her shoulders firmly checking her over for any possible wounds.

“I didn’t wanna be rescued.” Wednesday said shoving your hands away from her. The sand that’d been acting as a makeshift shield above her slowly started to retreat behind your form once again back into what she assumed was the gourd you always carried on your back.

“And you know what? I really don’t care about what you want.” You rolled your eyes dismissing Wednesday’s blunt attitude and just like yesterday she chose to ignore you, walking in the direction of her room.

“Can I follow you?” Wednesday heard you ask, she didn’t respond back expecting you to take the hint but much to her dismay you followed anyways.

“Why?” Wednesday asked you abruptly after a few minutes of walking in silence, assuming that the raven haired girl was talking about not only the incident from not too long ago but also about how persistent you were to be around her you simply replied “because I can and… I’m curious about you.”

That’s what Wednesday would tell herself once she started to look for you whenever you weren’t around.

‘She’s strong, she’ll prove herself useful in my investigation’ she insisted the first time she caught herself wandering Nevermore’s campus in search of the insomniac.

Wednesday remembers the day her curiosity should have been pacified. She’d finally found out where you derived your strength from, why then did it only invigorate her need to know more?

Wednesday had just barely started working on her novel when she caught sight of you falling asleep on her bed, no matter how many times she threatened to gut you for invading her personal sanctum you continued to do whatever you wanted.

“You have little to no regard for your life.” Wednesday once told you.

About nearly halfway an hour later Wednesday stopped typing her novel to pay closer attention to the other presence in her room. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling rhythmically underneath the checkered blanket that Wednesday owned, your hair slightly messy from moving around restlessly not too long before, your soft lips slightly ajar with small steady breathes escaping between them. Wednesday’s eyes snapped back to the typewriter in front of her, her cheeks dusting with slight color at having caught herself admiring you while you were napping.

Suddenly without warning you began thrashing in your sleep, groans of pain filling Wednesday’s ears. Wednesday out of instinct shot off her seat like a bat out of hell making her way towards you, your groans were getting louder as if something was hurting you.

“Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” Wednesday sat right beside you as you cried out in pain, “Y/N wake up right now.” Wednesday demanded shaking you harshly with both her hands, she didn’t like this, she didn’t like the way her chest squeezed with sudden apprehension at the sound of you in obvious agony.

It took a few more seconds for you to wake up but they felt like hours to Wednesday.

You shot up from the bed gasping for air, your hands immediately finding Wednesday’s who thoughtlessly kept them firm in her grasp, you both spent the next few minutes sitting in silence.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.” You apologized letting go of Wednesday’s hands to cover your face in shame.

“You didn’t scare me, stop hiding.” Wednesday started off waiting for you to put down your hands before imploring the situation further “I’ve only ever seen my uncle fester do that in his sleep, did you have a nightmare?”

“Well sort of?” You hesitated unconsciously avoiding eye contact with the pale girl sitting in front of you, “it’s not that simple.”

“Well then make it simple,” Wednesday said immediately wanting to take her words back after seeing the crestfallen look on your face “just try okay?”

“If I sleep… this thing sealed inside me tries to take over.” In search of comfort your hand slipped into hers, what gave you the idea that’d been okay to do? To Wednesday Addams no less.

“What thing?” Wednesday asked trying her best to not be affected by your hold on her but it felt… nice.

How unsettling.

“I’m from a hidden sand village deep in the Chihuahuan desert, it’s unmarked and protected from most outsiders but that doesn’t stop ‘other’ things from finding it. My mother was about six months pregnant with me when this vicious sand demon attacked our village, people kept dying and they were having trouble finding out how to kill him when my father found out that he could seal him in someone.” Wednesday sat patiently waiting for you to continue, she could tell that you didn’t want to by the way your hand that wasn’t in hers clenched her blanket firmly.

Nobody but principal Weems and Enid knew about your personal life, everybody else in the school had their assumptions about how you were able to control sand and where you were from but all of them were wrong. Most if not all just assumed that you were a witch.

“He forced someone to seal the sand demon in me while I was still in my mother’s womb, it forced her to give birth prematurely and she died not too long after. I was cursed with this presence in me that I couldn’t control at first, I still can’t sometimes that’s why I look like I barely get any rest. If I sleep he tries to take over, I can only control him while I’m awake. I have this enchanted straight jacket that principal Weems gave me, that keeps him from taking over but it’s not exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep in.” You admitted looking down at your hand that was still being held by hers, feeling grateful that she was still letting you. You knew she hated physical touch but you’re sure she was excusing it this one time in her attempt to comfort you.

And it did comfort you.

“This sand demon you’ve been cursed with, has anyone ever tried to sedate it?” Wednesday wasn’t sure about how to help, containing it even more was the second thing that came to mind… killing it so it would never bother you again was the first.

“Everybody’s usually been too afraid to try. I’m sorry that I fell asleep here, usually I take naps in a private room at the nurses office, she’s scared of me but she usually wakes me up before it gets too bad. I’ll leave you alone.” You said hastily beginning leave before being shoved back down by the rather strong ravenette beside you.

“It can try to scare me but I’m sure you’ll find that’s close to impossible. Sleep, I’ll wake you up.” Wednesday ordered giving you a look that only dared you to say no, not wanting to provoke the dangerous girl sitting in front of you, you silently agreed giving her a small smile.

Wednesday got up from her bed, prepared to continue working on her novel when she felt your hand grab her wrist, if it’d been anyone else she would have already threatened to cut it off with a hatchet.

“Wait, can you uh- can you just sit here for a bit? Just until I fall asleep?” Wednesday glanced down at your hand, making you let go so fast she could have thought that she burned you.

Wednesday stayed silent sitting back down beside you again her cold heart slightly fluttering at the thankful look you gave her, you quickly got comfortable in her bed right after.

As much as Wednesday tried to avoid her growing attachment to you she couldn’t.

‘How troublesome of you’ Wednesday thought when you unconsciously grabbed her cold hand in your sleep.

It seemed obvious to everybody but Y/N that Enid had taken an interest to Ajax, Wednesday angrily wondered what it was that you saw in her. It’s still a line she’d never cross but it still annoyed her that of all people she could have ended up tolerating in that way; ended up being her best friend’s girlfriend.

Wednesday knew she wasn’t always the easiest person to be around but you were always around. Were you oblivious to the notion that Wednesday could treat you better? That she’d been treating you better? Or was she just something you’d fall back to whenever Enid wasn’t around? I mean to everyone else that only seemed logical; Enid was your girlfriend and Wednesday was just a friend.

A friend… was that really all you saw Wednesday as? Of course you did. Why else would you continue being in a relationship that to her you so clearly didn’t belong in?

What could Enid do that she couldn’t?

“Did you finish?” Wednesday heard you ask excitedly, watching you get up from her bed and towards her nearly tripping in the process.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Wednesday finally snapped, she couldn’t stands being around you right now. Not when everything you did made her question herself, it was driving her insane. And not in a good way.

“What do you mean? I thought-“ you tried to say alarmed by Wednesday’s seemingly for you out of the blue anger.

“You thought what? That I wanted you to be here? I told you to bother someone else and I meant it.” Wednesday ferociously said looking at you with hate, she was determined to get rid of you no matter the consequences.

No way in hell could they be worse then this.

“What’s your problem? I’m sorry I didn’t know I just thought-“ You tried to say before Wednesday cut you off once again.

“Are you that senseless that you don’t understand how to stop annoying me even after being asked? You just thought what ? That I was kidding? That I want you here? You’ve confused my need for you in this investigation for want. How moronic of you.” Wednesday felt her body slightly shake, her hands clenched into fists as her emotional outburst was evidently getting the best of her.

Because of you.

“Besides, I don’t need you Y/N, I need that sand demon locked inside of you. You’d be worthless to me without it.” It’s as if all the rage inside her evaporated the moment she saw your eyes gloss over with tears, she’d never seen you so devastated before.

But she couldn’t take back anything she said.

The damage had already been done.

Wednesday would have preferred you yell at her, but all you did was walk away from her and out of the room.

What the fuck did she just do?

#wednesday x female reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader

[pablitogavii]

More Jealous gavi please

Theater

In this story, Rebecca is your best friend and Pedri's gf!

You were helping Pablo put on his tie since you agreed to go to the theater together to watch Hamlet together for your date night. Pedri and Rebecca came over to look after your kitten while you were gone since Aurora wasn't in town to take her.

On the TV was a very big game Real Madrid vs Man United and both Pablo and Pedri had their eyes glued on the screen trying to see every detail. It was a big deal for them and they wanted Madrid to loose after the bad Classico they had at Camp Nou.

"I can't believe you're going to the premier of Hamlet!! I'm so jealous! Doesn't Luca act the main role? Girl, he is so freaking hot!!" Rebecca whined that she couldn't go since it was true the main actor was quite an attraction for every girl in Spain.

"I can't believe you're gonna miss this hermano! It will be one hell of a game!" Pedri said and Pablo rolled his eyes at him telling him shut up and not make it worse.

He loved hate nights with you and was happy to bring you to the theater if that will make you happy but for him it wasn't really something he liked or understood at all.

"Um..amor you sure you want to go with me tonight? I mean if you really wanna watch the game instead.." you started but he quickly kissed you reassuring you that he wants to take you to the theater if you love it that much.

"Dios!" Pedri interrupted and both of the watched until screaming "GOALLLL!!" on top of their lungs when Man United scored while you girls shook your heads chuckling at their passionate reaction.

"Oh come on girl! He doesn't even want to go!! Just take me! Please! Please! Please!" Rebecca begged you and you sighed walking up to Pablo who was still focused on the screen until you touched his arm.

"In case you really wanna watch this game..I could go with Rebecca instead? I wouldn't mind cariño" you said and he asked if you promise and when you nodded he kissed you happily sitting besides Pedri while Rebecca cheered fixing her lipstick.

If only Pablo knew the trouble this would cause, he would have never agreed to stay behind and let you leave on your own..

The next morning

You came in late having met the main actor after the premier which made Becca go absolutely crazy. Apparently actor was a big football fan and asked you both to go backstage to meet them in person. How crazy!

He was certainly flirtatious with your but you never though much on it since he knew you were Pablo's girlfriend and it was probably the last time you will ever talk to him.

"Mmm buenos dias.." you woke up moving your messy hair form your face looking at Pablo who was already wide awake coming back from his morning training and bringing you a cup of coffee to bed.

"Buenos dias mi amor..you really came late last night?" he said giving you the cup and you nodded telling him all about meeting the actor and spending some time backstage with Becca.

"He gave us four tickets for the premier of his next piece this weekend if you wanna go?" you said although pablo was not really in a good mood after hearing about night backstage time you had with the supposed actor. Even though you weren't alone and Becca was there, he still disliked that he wasn't by your side.

"He gave you the tickets?" Pablo said suspiciously wondering why would he want to do such a thing if he knew she was already taken?

"Yeah, and said that he was a big football fan too. So the four of us can go all together?" you said and Pablo nodded his head pretending to be happy about it when deep down he wanted to punch that stupid guys face. Pablo knew he had something up his sleeve!

During the training

"Hermano I hate theater! Joder! You have to be quiet for hours and can't even move if you need to go pee! I'm not going!" Pablo said to Pedri while they were doing push ups on the pitch in order to warm up.

"You have to go! Have you heard he gave your girl his phone number?" Pedri said and Pablo's mouth went dry..he didn't know that..why wouldn't you tell him that this morning?

"So what? Maybe he is just being nice or whatever" Pablo clearly lied because he was just as worried as Pedri about this whole thing.

"I heard he already broke off five different relationships! All the girls are crazy about him and you think he's just being friendly!? Don't be stupid Pablo! We are going! Claiming what's ours!" Pedri said and Pablo nodded knowing that he will not just let you go without a fight!

At the night of the premier

After watching the show for three hours, Luca and his friend invited the four of you for a drink at the bar. You two girls gladly agreed and the boys didn't have much of a choice than t go along with it.

"Are you sure you've never acted on any TV show before?? I definitely seen your face somewhere??" Luca said to you with those dreamy eyes and you blushed at the sudden attention from everyone on the table while shaking your head no. You were a very shy girl and any attention made you embarrassed.

"Classic pick up line.." Pedri whispered to Pablo meanwhile whole hold on my thigh tightened and I looked at him with raised eyebrows as he relaxed.

"That's a shame..your face belongs on big screens" Luca said finishing his whiskey and ordering another one. You smiled but were still a bit uncomfortable that he felt free to speak to you in such a way with your boyfriend right besides you.

"There is a small role we are casting if you are interested?" Luca's friend said and your eyes sparkled being an actress always being your secret dream but due to your shyness you never gave it a try. Pablo was giving them a death glare seeing right through their act but didn't have the heart to ruin your happiness at this moment.

"R..really??" you said and Luca nodded saying it was made for you. You looked towards Pablo with big puppy dog eyes really wanting to try this and hoping he would be alright with it.

"Could I try out cariño???" you said and Pablo wanted to scream 'hell no!" while grabbing your hand and bringing you home immediately but seeing your adorable pout all he could do was nod.

"Yay!!!" you cheered kissing Pablo's lips before talking about details of the audition while he looked at Pedri's disapproving face.

To Pablo and Pedri

"Are you insane!? You are going to let her go to that audition all alone after the way that actor flirted with her in front of your eyes!? Estas loco!?" Pedri said to Pablo everything he already knew.

"She was excited about it! I couldn't say no when she looked at me like that hermano...joder!" Pablo said feeling frustrated with the whole situation!

"Don't you know what goes on during those auditions??" Pedri said and Pablo shook his head starting to be fearful of the answer.

"Those actors promise girls to make their dreams come true..only if they first give them something in return..don't be so naive!" Pedri's words were making blood in Pablo's veins pulsate as his face got red in anger.

"Alright, chicos ready for the training?" Xavi interrupted the conversation suddenly but Pablo had no interest on pushing these thoughts away.

"I gotta go!" he just grabbed his bag and left without a word knowing he would get in trouble alter but he just had to see you and talk about this!

At home

"Amor!! You home!" Pablo rushed into your shared bedroom seeing that you were doing your makeup wearing one of his favorite red dresses.

"I'm getting ready for my audition" you answer turning around and asking him how you look to which he was unusually quiet about.

"Why does it matter how you look!? Are you going there for him to look at you or to act??" Pablo was clearly agitated Pedri's words echoing in his ears about you 'giving something' to that actor in exchange for the role you so desperately want.

"Why are you yelling Pablo?? What got you so angry amor? Tell me.." your voice was soft as you walked up to him and placed your hands on his face gently and he relaxed leaning into your touch.

"I know what happens during those auditions.." he said and you were even more confused now. What the hell was he talking about!?

"Pablo, what's going on with you?? You've been strange since the premiere" you said and he looked away from your eyes clenching his jaw.

"He is going to fuck you for that role!" Pablo's words left his mouth before he could stop them regretting them the moment he looked at your shocked face. What the hell did he just say!?

"Excuse me!? Is that what you really think about me Pablo Gavira!? I can't..believe..I gotta go!" you pushed past him and he tried grabbing your wrist but you pulled away.

"Amor, please don't go! I didn't mean it like that..I know you would never do that..but he.." Pablo spoke but you were so angry that none of his words meant anything in that moment.

"He is my friend and that's all..and you are a controlling..asshole!" you spat walking out and leaving him there on the bed frustrated and worried out of his mind.

You didn't reply to any of his messages for hours and Pablo was really starting to go crazy doing the only thing he could think of which was to call Pedri.

"Has Becca seen her at all today??" Pablo asked his friend

"Yeah, and now not only are you in trouble for what you said but I am as well for thinking you were right to be mad..I am sleeping on the couch because of you cabrón!" Pedri replied and Pablo rolled his eyes thinking he kind of deserve it for making him go crazy with his stupid talks.

During the audition

You went to the audition disregarding Pablo's protests especially after him acting like a jealous asshole earlier. You talked to Becca about it ready to give up on this whole thing but she reminded you that it was your dream and that Pablo had no right to say what he did.

"What can I do for you, my kind sir?" you said feeling uptight on that stage and having to speak in such a way to anybody who was not Pablo.

"It needs to be sexier..like you're trying to seduce him but still keep the shyness" one of the camera guys said and I felt my cheeks blush feeling very uncomfortable with the whole thing. What if Pablo was right?? What if Luca was really going to try something??

"Um..I don't know if.." you said but Luca walked up to you raising up your chin while smiling with charm but you pulled back telling him you weren't comfortable with him touching you.

"You might have to get comfortable with me touching you soon..if you want the role preciosa" he smirked and you felt your stomach flip in disgust..what did he just say?? why would he have to touch you at all??

"What do you mean?" you said not wanting to jump to any conclusions.

"For the sex scene?" camera guy said and you immediately walked off the stage grabbing your bag absolutely done with this whole thing.

"You didn't mention anything like that when we talked! I have a boyfriend I love very much and I have to decline this offer" you said and suddenly Luca's usually calm nature turned into angry one.

"You are a stupid little fangirl who knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she agreed on this right in front of the boyfriend..I bet you guys have an open relationship if he let you come here tonight" he tried coming closer but I pushed him back.

"You are disgusting! I argued with my own boyfriend because I thought he was just a jealous asshole but now I see he was right about you all along!" you spat before walking out and calling Becca to pick you up.

At Pedri's house

"Are you sure Pablo isn't here?" you said when she opened the door to you saying he went to be with Pablo a few hours ago since he was going crazy where you were at.

"He was right Becca..that disgusting asshole wanted to sleep with me for a role and I was so naive and stupid..I should have listened to Pablo" you were crying while she brought you a glass of water.

"He might have been right about Luca but he has no right to control who you can talk to like that..especially when girls drool all over them and we still menage to trust them!" Becca said and I knew she was right but all I wanted was to be in Pablo's arms right now.

"I just want him..and I am so worried how he feels right now.." you cried and she held you in her arms.

"And you think he worries how you feel? I told Pedri he is sleeping on the couch for agreeing with him! They are surely watching a game and drinking beer while we feel horrible and cry over here!" Becca said while you were still thinking about Pablo.

At Pablo's house

"She's surely fine hermano..maybe we jumped to conclusions" Pedri tried to reassure Pablo who felt awful about what he said to you never meaning to making you think he sees you in such a way.

"I am an idiot! A jealous idiot and she has every right to leave my pathetic ass!" Pablo said just as the door rang and they went to open it together wondering who it was.

“Amor??” Pablo said shocked to see you standing there with tearful eyes playing with edge of your dress. Were you crying!??

"Lo siento muchísimo Pablo!" you were definitely crying while hugging him tightly and he held you agains this chest kissing the top of your head lovingly glad that you were finally back in his arms.

"Que pasaba? Did someone hurt you preciosa??" Pablo was really freaking out that you were crying and apologizing terrified that something bad happened.

" Are we kicking someone's ass tonight!?" Pedri looked at Becca who was looking at the two of you hugging with a smile on her face. She was glad that no matter what you tow always found your way back to one another.

"No! Por favor don't Pablo.." you said fearfully when Pedri said that knowing that Pablo has a short fuse and last thing he needed right now was a scandal.

"Did that hijo de puta do something to you princesa??" Pablo repeated his question really tensing up while holding you.

"No..he tried but I left..I promise" you said but all Pablo saw was red when he heard that he 'tried' to do something. He was about to walk out and drive to his house and show him who is the only man allowed to touch what's his but you held him tightly begging him not to do anything.

"He's not worth it..please think about your career Pablo" you said but he didn't calm down at all wanting so badly to kick his ass.

"She's right hermano. We don't need a scandal" Pedri said knowing that his friend was nowhere near convinced.

"I don't fucking care! She is my girl and I can't let him get away with this!" Pablo was getting angrier but when you grabbed his bicep and stood in front of the door he finally stopped to look down at you.

"Please don't..for me" you whispered the last part and he used last bits of his strength to catch his breath and nod his head.

"We're heading home..sorry if what I said caused trouble but I only care about you amiga" Pedri said holding Becca's hand and you smiled kissing his cheek before hugging your best friend.

"I know Pedri, don't worry about it..and I talked to her to let you back in bed" you smiled at Becca who rolled her eyes and nodded her making Pedri very happy as they left you and Pablo finally alone.

Before bed

You were taking off your makeup when Pablo walked into the bedroom freshly out of shower looking towards you. It was his turn to apologize now..

"I might have been right about him..but preciosa..what I said was not right..I trust you and I don't think you would ever do something like that..because you're mi anjo precioso..and te amo muchisimo!" Pablo spoke looking down and you smiled getting up from the chair and walking to him. You held his face and kissed his lips lovingly.

"I love you too..so much..only you.." you said and he kissed you again pulling you into bed where you cuddled up together forgetting this whole situation all together now that you were back in each other's arms. <33

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[flammingnachos]

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅(Zoro x fem!reader)

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; Zoro can’t seem to get his fixation off a certain crew member that recently joined the pirates so what else can he do rather than confront her about the damage she’s doing to his heart.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; clueless!reader

During my days of being apart of the straw hat pirates it was pretty hectic and exhausting but entirely fun

Their Captain Monkey D. Luffy had recruited me off another one of the islands that they had rescued initially, I wasn't planning on becoming a pirate but after Luffy had begged and pleaded so had some of the crew members pleaded for me to join since they needed a strategist and after seeing me give them a brilliant idea to take down the larger group of pirates that were trying to take over the island.

The captain himself had pleaded and pleaded and begged up I at least until I took up on that offer, I couldn’t say no to those big wide eyes of his they were just too irresistible

So here I am now, leaning over the railing of the ‘going merry’ as they called it and watched as the sun set and the salty sea air blow in my face pushing back my hair a bit out of my face

“My beautiful Vicky, would you care for one of my homemade drinks for someone as beautiful as you”Sanji I think that’s his name, fluttered out practically flying with his toes toward me with his hands extending with the drink he made

Aw how sweet

“Thanks, Sanji” I complimented flashing him one of my signature smiles, after that he basically fainted on the floor. Evaporating right in front of my face

“Anything for my beautiful Vicky..” he just kept muttering incoherent words to himself, the lit cigarette that was in his mouth dropped to the ground right next to him. His eyes turning into hearts

“Sanji..”I called out unsure of what to do at this moment

No response

He continued mumbling out words while pooling on the floor that was until I heard luffys voice yelling in the distance of the ship

“Sanji, I'm hungry!” he called out making his way over to where we both were at, at this Sanji angrily got up picking up his cigarette in the process and walked away muttering curse words to himself

“You’ll have to wait!” he responded in a much harsher tone

Luffy shrugged this off and continued his way towards me

“Hey Vicky” he greeted with that big ole gummy smile of his stuck on his face

“Hi Luffy” I greeted back taking a tiny sip from the drink Sanji got me, Luffy saw this and intensely eyed my drink with that stupid smile of his still on his face

“Something wrong Captain” I asked out confused

He shaked his head in response

“Nope” he popped out the ‘P’

then silence came back as he continued eyeing the drink in my hands

he wants the drink

I pushed out the drink towards Luffy’s face as he greedily snatched it and poured it down his mouth in one go

“Thank you Vicky!” He jumped up happily right then we heard some more yelling in the distance Once again

“Luffy’s you jackass, where's my juice” Nami ran out of her office with an empty glass container in her hand and speed walked toward us

“Gotta go” he giggled out speed walking the opposite direction

Nami saw this and ran towards him as she chased him down the other side of the ship

Strange Crew indeed

I shrugged this off and turned my attention back to the sunset that was now gone and nightfall had fallen upon the ship now

The breeze continued to blow in my face as I focused more on how my life has been going so far, the adventures I've been having and the new friends I've made

“Have anyone seen zoro” chopper asked roaming around the ship high and low looking for Zoro

Zorro..

This man was the finest thing on the grand line itself, it's a shame he's so ignorant and anti-social I would have tried to make a move on the guy but he was just so closed off I didn't know how he would react if I just go up to him and started a conversation

I've always had my eyes on the swordsman since the beginning from when I joined the ship, he was the only one who wasn't begging and pleading for me to join and just shrugged it off when Luffy informed him of a new crewmate

From the start, til now we haven't had a decent conversation with each other but just glances here and there, I'm too shy to just walk up to him and start talking and he's…I guess too closed off. I would occasionally pass by him here and there Working out and stuff but that's it, even during dinner we wouldn't speak to each other

Nami noticed this and always pestered me about why out of all the crew mates I hadn't spoken to Zoro yet at all, I would simply tell her to have patience and that I was waiting for him to feel comfortable enough to have an conversation with me

“Don’t let that cold facade fool you Vicky, he's nice..”

“When he wants to be” Robin chimed in one time when Nami was on her daily rants again about my relationship with Zoro

Naomi snickered at this in which I just blushed and walked off before she started all over again

𝒁𝑶𝑹𝑶

there she goes again..

Making my adrenaline rush to my ass and my heart beat ten times my normal heart rate, I don't know how to explain the way I feel about Vicky

The first time I laid eyes on her was when that Captain of ours fluffy announced that she had officially agreed to join the crew as the ships strategist

Personally, I didn't think we needed someone to make great plans for us we could have just go in and fight and go right back out and were done but boy seeing her in action really changed my mind, The Way how she just gave orders while still softly speaking it out just gave me weird things inside my stomach

Ever since she joined I've never personally spoken to her before rather than glimpses I would give to her here and there

I haven't mustered the courage to ever personally walk up to her and start a conversation but all I could do was watch that stupid cook flirt with her everyday practically drooling and having another one of his perverted seizures whenever she'd thank him or even just started a conversation with him

‘how does he do it’ I wondered

I wouldn't ever admit but Sanji had a way with the ladies that I was always secretly envious off, even when I wouldn't show it I hated the way he could just effortlessly flirt with her without getting a heartache and stammering halfway in the conversation, he would just simply let it flow through

I hated that

No matter how hard I tried and avoided her, frequently working out more than usual just to get this chick out of my mind but it simply wouldn't work and that's what pissed me off, my life was going so good before her and now that's she's here I can't seem to eat, sleep, breath, move, or even think straight without this chick crossing my mind and making me frozen

This had gone far long enough

Tonight I'm gonna confront her about this spell she's cast upon me to make me so weak in the knees, I would seriously need to tell Luffy that we might have invited a witch on board

𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑲𝒀

I yawned a bit, looking around and seeing that everyone must have gone to bed already while I was the only one up, I looked back at the ocean some more before pushing myself off the railings and heading downstairs

While doing so someone bumped into me when they were turning the corner form the gym room and basically toppled me down on the floor,

“My apologies” I looked up and it was Zoro sweating still carrying those dam three swords that nearly killed me just now

I nodded taking his hands that he had extended to help me to my feet and thanked him, turning my heel to walk back to the room when he halted my movement by holding onto my shoulders

“Can I ask you a question” he paused out

I turned my head slightly to look at him

“Yeah..”

He sucked in a deep breath of air before speaking

“Are you a witch”

This time I fully turned around and look at him in bewilderment

“You serious right now”

“You prance around here innocent and vulnerable but you think I haven't uncovered your secret yet. I have” he said

I just stared at him up and down in shock

An I dreaming now

“Zoro..” I whispered out

“You think I don’t know about your witch act!”

“you’ve put me under one of yours spells and I can’t get out, GET it the hell off me woman” He shouted

I looked over at him flabbergasted

“what spell” I mumbled out

He sighed at this

“you think I don’t know..that you put a love spell on me to force me to be in love with you!” He screamed moving up and down

“I’m not ready to be In love and it feels shitty because of all these damn insects in my stomach that won’t stop moving” He confessed in one breath

I started laughing at this cause ‘what the hell’, he quirked up his eyebrows

“What’s so funny”

“Zoro I think you like me”

The atmosphere froze

“I think your attracted to me to the point where you think I’m a witch because you’ve never felt this way about anyone before..” I explained

“by the way not a witch”

The atmosphere went quiet

“right..”He only mumbled

We didn’t say anything to each other as he scratched the back of his head while I nearly suffocated myself to not laugh my ass off in his face

“how about we go out to the deck and just talk” I breathed out walking past him as he followed behind

“ye.”

#one piece #opla zoro #ronoroa zoro #zoro x reader #monkey d luffy #vinsmoke sanji #cat burglar nami #god usopp #one piece zoro

[gamblersdoll]

pussydrunk

in which, Gojo, would confess. MDNI- 18+, oral (fem receiving), head squeezing, mean and angry Gojo, whimpering Gojo, fingering, unprotected intercourse, est relationship?? angst, then fluff

Love was a tragic curse, at least thats what Gojo thought. Gojo believed love wasnt needed in a relationship. no, never.

until you and him started dating, you would always talk about the mysteries of love, and gojo would always ignore it. that stupid, yet attractive smirk plastered on his face. you two started dating for a while, going onto five months, and it was starting to get rocky.

fighting with gojo was like fighting with a wall that was freshly built, one that wouldnt be knocked down. youd grow angry, and gojo would just ignore your anger, your own pain. you two were arguing about head, how youd always go down on him and please him. however, the energy was never matched.

"i just dont give head, y/n." he said with a lazy smirk, peering over his damn glasses. "i dont see why its a big deal, we could just not give head." he suggested, knowing itd piss her off.

"or we could stop fucking all together.." she sneered, folding her arms. she looked to her side, not wanting to look at his stupid , yet, attractive face.

this caught his attention, him frowning and forming a pout. "wait jus a minute, we dont have to go that far." he protested, rolling his eyes.

if you had told gojo's younger self, maybe when he was 22, that here he was, between a girls legs and eating her pussy, hed laugh at you.

"fuck.. you taste so fucking good.." he said, legs thrown over his shoulders as you were devoured by him, "cant believe id pass this sloppy pussy up.. you cream so much when i eat you.." you moaned, gripping at the hair on his head. you were so close, you were grinding on his face, begging for his tongue to quicken. "cum, cum f'me, cmon, cmon!" he encouraged, shoving his fingers in your cunny, feeling the way you convulsed, how you spasamed, how you arched your back and then--

the feeling of his face being splashed against, him pulling away to the mess you created.

"...you just squirted on me." he revealed, still realizing your mess, how heavy you breathed, how fucking pretty your pussy looks. you eventually looked at him, his eyes wide, youd think hes angry.

"im sorr-" you attempted to say, before you felt his two thick digits in your pussy grind against your gummy walls.

"yer gunna do it again, until i say so.." he commanded, you didnt have any choice, not when hes pussydrunk.

"what the fuck do you mean, you dont love me??" you questioned, standing infront of him, folding your arms. you were more than pissed, and incredibly hurt.

"when did i ever say that i did??" he chuckled, hands in his pockets- this motherfucker didnt care, it was beyond him. he quite honestly didnt see the reason you cared, he just wanted you to finish dinner already, its been a long day.

"the shit i do for you, that doesnt mean anything..? the fact i basically have to save your ass sometimes???" you pestered, stirring the pot of the stew. you were growing pissed. the violent pissed, the pissed that you worked so hard to tame, the pissed only for special grades or hardass curses.

"oh no it does and i appreciate it, i always show that, i just dont feel love for you, if i did then that would be bad." he shrugged, "hows dinner coming along?"

youre worried about the stability of your relationship, and hes worried about food. what was his fucking problem??

you slammed the pot into the sink, emptying the contents of what once was dinner, you could go a night without your cooking... he couldnt.

"figure it out, im not doing shit for a man who doesnt give a fuck about me." you spat, walking to your shared bedroom, leaving gojo confused.

he didnt care, you can throw your little tantrum.

until, of course, youd change your social media relationship status to "its complicated" instead of "in a relationship." and once gojo got that message, oh how livid he was.

"what the fuck." he spat at you, gripping your arm as he glared into your eyes. the way his blue pierced into your brown, you would almost be scared , but you werent.

"isnt it complicated? you dont love me and we're in a weird position, so its consider complicated." you chuckled, trying to reciprocate the same energy he had just a week ago. what was his problem?

"youre a fucking brat, yknow? you stopped cooking, you stopped looking at me, you stopped everything." he snarled, leaning his face into yours. why did he care? what did you matter. you were just another girl who he dated, who he lived with, who he fucked, who he ate with, who he actually put effort in his appearance, who he actually give a full kiss, who he made love to-

"youre mine, princess- ohoh fuckk.." he groaned, plowing his fat dick into your pussy, his face in the crook of your neck, humping into you, eyes tightly shut. hearing you moan his name, he moaned yours back. "fuck youre so pretty.. my pretty bitch. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..ohmygod fuckkkk..." he whined, hands entwined into yours and spilling into your womb, while he whimpered.. he fucking whimpered, if you didnt cum from then, you surely did now. he wasnt his nonverbal, non noise making self. he let loose for a change, and all it took was for you to take a week trip with collegues.

oh, fuck.

he rolled his eyes hard, sighing while he looked away in defeat, his efforts in not falling in love, failed. just to realize it wasnt the kind of love he felt for geto, wasnt the kind of love at all. and all it took was you to pull away slightly, he put his head on your shoulder, sighing heavily.

"you were right.." he mumbled, holding you tightly. "i.. do love you." he whispered, feeling nervous to say, he couldve costed a good relationship.

"hm." she said, shaking her head and holding him back, "you wan'a kiss?" she asked, she didnt miss the way he perked up. "then say it again, and you can have as many kisses you want." she chuckled.

"love you," he said, trying to kiss her. she dodged it, moving her head to the side , drawing out a groan from his throat. "whaaattt?" he groaned.

"say it right, dont get lazy again." she warned, her own smirk on her face, something he always went feral for, whether she got it from him or he just found it really fucking hot on her face, the way the plump of her lips spread slightly, especially with that damn pina colada lip gloss on-

"i love you, princess. now can i please fucking kiss you?" he almost growled, not waiting for her answer, just smashing his lips against hers.

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru x reader

[mrsaltieri-real]

Wasting Time (Todd Gaines x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, langauge, smut, p in v, riding, dirty talk, slight degradation, clit play, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, mention of drugs, smoking, alcohol consumption, Todd being an asshole, etc

I lost the request for this, but Anon if you see this here she is! I love Todd so much, he’s PAINFULLY slept on so this was so much fun to write. Took me a while to get into it which is why it took so long but I seem to be on a roll tonight, so here it is! I hope you enjoy <3

“Fuck you, Ronna. No fucking way.” You snapped immediately with a shake of your head.

Ronna tapped on the roof of the car impatiently, her eyes pleading and wide. “Please? It’ll only be for 45 minutes, an hour, tops.” She begged.

“No. I don’t know this fucking guy. You wanna send me in to be collateral damage for a drug dealer for over 20 hits, are you kidding me?” You spat the words back at her, shaking your head again. Typical fucking Ronna.

“He’s Simon’s dealer, Todd. Don’t be such a square, he’s not gonna do anything to you. I promise I’ll owe you big. Whatever I make, I'll give you a cut. You hear that? A cut for sitting in a fucking apartment and doing fuck all.”

You scoffed at her, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms tightly across your chest.

Ronna sighed a little, closing her eyes. “Okay, no bullshit okay? I don’t get this money, I'm evicted, my ass is on the street.”

You hesitated just slightly but that was enough for Ronna to push harder and harder until you finally muttered, “God, fuck. Fine. Forty five minutes, Ronna. I’m serious,” as you walked toward the door.

“That’s all I’m asking.” Ronna said, relieved as she pushed the door back open and ushered you inside.

The elevator in the shitty building was broken so the two of you walked up what felt like endless flights of stairs before finally stopping in front of a door. You noticed Ronna hesitate for a second, eyes quickly flickering to you.

“Jesus, what?” You snapped.

Ronna said nothing, before lightly tapping on the door with her knuckles.

“Yeah come in, Ronna.” An almost bored sounding male voice shouted.

“You ready?” She asked, glancing back at you with her hand on the door knob. You just glared at her, refusing to reply.

The apartment smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume as you walked in, wrinkling your nose a little. It wasn’t dirty or messy, just very unorganised. A huge speaker system was set up against the wall behind a large television and on the couch, a cigarette between his fingers and a stupid Santa hat on his head is when you saw him for the first time.

Ronna gave a brief introduction before saying something quietly to Todd and leaving without giving you so much as a second glance.

Absolute bitch. You couldn’t remember why you were friends with her.

Todd glanced at you, gesturing loosely toward the armchair across from him. Hesitating, you slowly walked toward the seat, refusing to look at him as you slowly sat down.

“So, you’re a friend of Ronna’s?” He asked you, leaning back on his sofa and taking a long drag of his cigarette. You nodded your head once, still not looking at him.

“You fuckin’ mute or something?” He looked at you, head slightly cocked to the side as he leaned forward, stumping out his cigarette in the crowded ashtray on the table. “Ronna the chatty one?”

“No, I’m not mute.” You muttered, eyes flickering up to meet him slightly. God, he was fucking hot. In the kind of way you’d expect a drug dealer to look but a lot better. Your eyes fell down to his bare, toned chest and torso and you diverted your gaze back down to your hands.

You heard him scoff a little and stand up, walking into his kitchen. You let out a small breath, moving to rest your hand on your forehead. Fuck, what were you doing here?

“You wanna drink or something?” Todd called from his kitchen.

“Oh, uh yeah some water would be great.”

You heard him laugh a little and he poked his head around the door. “Fucking water? You’re stuck here till Ronna comes back with my money. Live a little.”

“She won’t take long.” You said back sharply.

“Oh, wow. You really think it’s going to take her only 45 minutes to sell 20 hits of fucking E?”

Fuck he was right.

“Fine, I’ll have whatever it is you’re having.” You gave in.

“Yeah, bet you can handle straight fucking whiskey.” He said sarcastically, his tone immediately starting to piss you off as you scowled in the direction of his voice.

He walked back in, bottle tucked under his arm and two glasses between his fingers, setting it all down on the table and settling back down in his seat. His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments, and you think you saw a small smile tug on the corners of his lips before disappearing just as quickly as it came.

He poured you a drink, sliding the glass over to you with a flick of his fingers before returning to make his own. You tentatively picked it up, sniffing it a little cautiously. You didn’t know this guy, what if he spiked it?

“I didn’t spike it.” He said, snapping you away from your thoughts. “Only fucking idiots do shit like that. I sell, I don’t give for free.”

He made a good point. You took a small sip of the straight whiskey, enjoying the burn as you swallowed it. He raised an eyebrow at you a little, leaning back on the couch again.

“So, you let Ronna leave you here as collateral, huh? Why’d you let her do that?”

You finally plucked up the courage to look at him dead on, your hand circling the glass in your hand. “She’s my friend.” You stated with a shrug.

“Yeah, great friend she is. Leaving you here with a guy she hardly fuckin’ knows.”

Again, he made a good point but you simply shrugged again. “Fine, I guess you could say I’m doing her a favour.”

“A favour?” He rolled his eyes slightly, reaching forward for his packet of cigarettes and offering you one to which you declined with a shake of your head before he took one out, placing it between his lips as he spoke, “You give favours easily?”

“What do you mean?” You asked with a furrow of your brow.

“I mean, no one gives a favour without expecting something in return and like I said to Ronna I give head before I give favours. So what are you getting for doing her this ‘favour?’” He stuck his fingers up in air quotations before picking up his lighter, sparking up his cigarette.

You hesitated for a second before replying, deciding to just lie, “Haven’t decided just yet.”

He was quiet for a while, eyes never once leaving you as he smoked, scanning you over and over again.

“What?” You finally said with a sigh, raising the glass to your lips again. You fucking hated people staring at you, especially like that.

“Are you a virgin?”

You couldn’t help the surprised gasp you let out, almost choking on the whiskey. “I’m sorry?” You spluttered.

“You seem like one. Letting people walk all over you like that. Haven’t quite got the confidence fucked into you yet.” He turned his shoulders up slightly, holding the smoke in his lungs for a second before exhaling.

“Okay, not to be rude but you don’t even know me.” You retorted in a slightly clipped tone.

“Let’s just say I’m fucking intuitive.” He said back sharply.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him as you took another long sip, desperately needing the alcohol to numb you even just a little bit.

“So? Are you?”

You couldn’t stop your head falling back in frustration as you groaned, “Oh my god, no. I’m not. Not that it's any of your business,” Before looking back at him.

“Boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Fuck buddies?”

“No?”

“You want one?”

You looked at him, slightly confused and he just turned up his shoulders a little, the cigarette dancing between his fingers.

“Gonna be here a while.” He said again, gesturing toward the clock on his wall. It had hardly been fifteen minutes. “You wanna get laid?”

“No.”

“No you don’t wanna get laid or no you do but, you don’t wanna get laid with me?”

You were quiet for a second, feeling the rush of blood in your cheeks from the way he was looking at you. His eyes continued to roam your body, almost hungry and enjoying the challenge of your incoming rejection instead of having his ego bruised by it.

“I don’t know you.”

“So?”

You were getting really sick of his questions. You wanted to walk out, fuck Ronna and fuck her money. But instead you remained in the arm chair, engaging in conversation with an annoyingly attractive drug dealer wearing a fucking Santa hat.

“So, I don’t fuck guys I don’t know.”

“Well, aren’t you a fun one?” He scoffed a little, rolling his eyes as he flicked some ash from the end of his cigarette into the ashtray beside him.

“Yeah, I’m sure you get a lot of girls come in here and ride you to oblivion in return for drugs but I’m not interested.” You finished your drink, leaning forward and placing the glass on his table a little harder than was probably necessary. He didn’t miss a beat, leaning forward and grabbing the bottle to pour more of the amber liquid into your glass whilst saying, “Well look at that. Maybe you’re more interesting than I gave you credit for,” With a smile toying on the edge of his lips.

You didn’t hold back your eye roll at him this time, picking the glass back up as soon as he finished pouring and drinking a few mouthfuls.

“How much longer do you think I’ll have to be here?” You asked, glancing at the clock again.

“However long it takes.” He finished his own drink, refilling it quickly. “You sure you don’t wanna fuck the time away?”

You paused for a second. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was that looking at Todd again he was genuinely painfully attractive. It was possible it was a combination of the two and why not?

You weren’t boring, but you also never did anything on a whim. You were a little tipsy and he wasn’t wrong, who knows how long Ronna would be gone for? You could either sit here and listen to this asshole poke fun and ramble on about shit you couldn’t give less of a fuck about, or you could just fuck him.

Why not the latter?

Todd watched your face the whole time you were thinking with almost curious amusement. Sure, he’d just slept with another girl less than two hours ago but he found something oddly endearing about you. Your initial rejection enticed him further, he wasn’t used to being rejected by anyone. He knew he was attractive and was almost cocky about it, staring at you in a way he knew you’d struggle to say no to.

“Fine.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

You stood up from the chair, placing your once again empty glass on the coffee table before walking over to him.

“Let’s fuck.”

He looked slightly doubtful, looking up at you with his eyebrows raised. “What?“ you asked, crossing your arms across your chest. “You all talk or something?”

He didn’t like that. His sceptical look turned demeaning as he watched as you got to your feet, a little nervous as you approached him. Everything about him screamed intimidating but the whiskey had filled you with an odd feeling of courageous intent as you halted in front of him.

Todd’s expression turned amused as his eyebrows raised and he leaned past you with a shake of his head, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray before settling back into the sofa, hands resting on the couch cushions.

His hands suddenly grabbed your hips as he moved forward, eyes looking up at you as his fingers caressed the soft flesh of your slightly exposed skin making you shiver a little, an action that only made him smile widely, “Jesus, calm down. I’ve hardly done anything yet.”

You scowled down at him, already becoming irritated again. Fuck this guy.

You didn’t hesitate before moving his hands off of you in favour of pushing him back by his shoulders and straddling him, knees either side of his thighs as you leaned forward to press your lips against his before you changed your mind, and also to finally shut Todd up. The taste of whiskey and tobacco danced on your tongue, the flavour oddly delicious and endearing, making you eager for more as you let out a soft moan into his mouth, feeling his large hands move to knead the flesh of your ass through your jeans.

You gasped a little as you felt his grip tighten as he stood up, locking your legs around his waist as he moved you onto your back, finally breaking the kiss to quickly unbutton and tug your jeans along with your panties down your legs, discarding them quickly on the floor.

It almost seemed as though he was afraid you’d change your mind too.

His hands smoothed up the length of your legs, up the curve of your back until he was hovering over you, one of his hands moving back between your legs, letting his finger run up your slit and to your clit as he revelled in the small whimper that fell from your lips.

“Jesus, your fucking soaked and all we did was make out a little.” He didn’t say it in a teasing or joking way, he sounded incredibly turned on by the fact as he asked, “You sure you’re not a virgin?”

“Not a virgin, just very inexperienced. Can you just shut up and fuck me, Todd?” You wanted to sound irritated but it instead came out as pleading much to your temporary dismay.

A small laugh as he responded, “What, no foreplay?”

You rolled your eyes, arching your hips so your bare cunt moved against his clothed, hard cock through the thin material of his light blue sweats, the action making him suck in a harsh breath.

“Doesn’t seem like you need it that much either.” You pointed out, repeating the action again promoting him to lean back from you, pulling his sweats off and sitting back down on the couch. You sat up, not missing a beat as you returned to straddle him as before. His hands reached to his head to pull off the Santa hat but you stopped him by grabbing his hand, pushing it down. He gave you a look, eyes deeply amused but said nothing, simply dropping his hand to his side.

You sighed blissfully as your pussy ground over the length of his hard dick, before arching your hips up and allowing him to reach behind you, guiding himself to your soaked hole and hearing him cuss loudly as your warm, wet tightness enveloped him entirely, fingers moving to spread your cheeks open as you sunk down onto his length, smiling a little when he muttered, “God damn, you’re fucking tight.”

Your head fell back at the satisfying stretch, wanting to enjoy it for a second as you moaned softly. Todd didn’t allow that, falling against the sofa as he began to slowly thrust up into you.

Fuck, he was big, bigger that you were used to. You didn’t even realise it till his slow thrusts began to touch parts of you that you didn’t think you had even managed to discover by yourself.

“Fuck, Todd,” you gasped out, rolling your hips to meet his increasingly hard thrusts, your hands resting on his chest and your nails digging into the his soft skin and leaving cresent shaped marks on the creamy surface. It wasn’t fast, just hard and somehow that made it completely fucking perfect. You found yourself really being able to focus on how good he was making you feel rather than having all your thoughts scattered by too much stimulation at once.

One of his hands ran up the length of your body as your grinds began to increase with speed, marvelling at how your tits bounced in front of him as your wetness was so much it managed to drip out of you, down his cock and stain the couch beneath the two of you.

“You always this fucking wet?” He commented, hand falling to toy with your clit as you bounced on him, a breathy laugh escaping your as you responded, “Yeah, that a problem?”

He rolled his eyes, not even bothering to dignify such a question with a response as he focused on his fingers playing with your clit, the noises you were making for him and the feeling of your pussy squeezing him with every stroke sending him closer and closer to the edge.

He wanted to be gentle with you, he wanted to, but that simply wasn’t going to happen. You just felt too fucking good, too tight, too wet.

It almost knocked the air out of you when he flipped positions, pushing you onto your back whilst he remained buried deep inside of you, his thrusts becoming stronger, more determined and calculated as one hand pushed you down into the couch as he fucked you into it and the other slid into your hair, gripping it tightly. You could feel his skin slapping against your clit whilst he hit that sweet spot at this new angle, the combination making you let out a loud gasping moan.

“You like this, don’t you?“ he whispered in your ear, nothing amused about his tone. Your legs tightened around his waist as he spoke, eager to feel more, “Getting fucked by a guy you hardly know, by a drug dealer. Nasty little slut, acting like she’s too good for me when all it took was a few drinks.” All you could do was moan in response, a weak, pathetic sound that made him grin. He pulled back, still not leaving your desperately leaking cunt as he flipped you onto your stomach, dragging you up by your hips so you were face down, ass up for him. He marvelled at the view for a moment, his cock stuffing your dripping pussy as he slowly pulled out, smiling at your small whimper as he did so before he quickly slammed all the way back in, making your body jolt and your face bury into your arm as he did so, teeth biting down to stop yourself from screaming.

“P-please don’t stop!” You begged him when you finally lifted your head, pushing yourself against him and earning a sharp slap of your ass as you did so, making you yell loudly.

“Think I’m gonna be able to? Nah, this slutty little cunt is milking me so.” Thrust, “Fucking,” Thrust, “Good.” Every word was bookended with a sharp snap of his hips, the sensation almost making you sob in pleasure then and there, “Fucking play with your clit, want to feel your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

You obliged, a shaky hand moving between your legs from under you and rubbed at your clit eagerly. You heard him suck his teeth sharply as your cunt clenched around him desperately, his need to cum inside of you taking over anything else, any care that you were potentially not on the pill and in that moment, Todd stuffing your leaking cunt you didn’t care either.

His thrusts began to stutter, his pants becoming more and more erratic as he gasped out, “Gonna fucking cum,” and go to pull out of you, but you whimpered loudly, using your feet to lock his knees in place and taking him by a short lived surprised before he released inside of you, his throbbing cock and hot cum sending you over the edge into your own intense orgasm, rolling your hips against your hand and his leaking, softening cock as you rode out your high against him with loud curses and moans falling from your lips as he muttered, “Holy shit,” as you used him to ride out your high.

He pulled out of you after a couple of seconds with a soft, “Fuck,” as he did so, already missing the warm hot feeling of your cunt.

You were still bent over, trying to catch your breath when you felt his hand on your lower back, patting it gently as he breathed out, “You alright?”

You finally moved to sit back on the couch. Now your orgasm was gone, you suddenly felt self conscious, your hands moving to cover you bare tits. The action just made him roll his eyes, leaning forward and grabbing his packet of cigarettes from the table.

“Now you're shy again? Thought I managed to fuck that outta you.” He said as he placed the cigarette between his teeth.

“Guess not. Might need to do it a few more times. ” You shrugged, leaning forward to grab your previously discarded clothes and glancing up at the clock as he let out a small chuckle.

Ronna’s forty five minutes were up, where the fuck was she?

#he’s so fucking sexy #I’m actually obsessed with him #like FUCK #never wear a shirt #always wear the Santa hat #this was so fun #HE is so fun #and hot #mmmm #anyway #go #go 1999 #todd gaines #todd gaines x reader

[hollywoodsd3ad]

Tate Langdon story/fanfic

Not yet finished but wanted to get it out

 It was around three hours the drive, I didn't speak I just sat and enjoyed my thoughts. The sun just starting to slip on through to the other side as we arrived at the house. The house stood hauntingly tall, windows glistening slightly in the cool evening light. The grass was neatly cut as were the hedges Some thing about the house was unusual, unreal, I understood something about it that no one else did, I knew it had it's secrets. Just like any other living thing. Some one had to scrutinize every corner until the secrets were revealed, that I knew I had to do. I got dragged out my daydream by my mother, she was forcing me out the car. I hadn't realised I was sat there staring out into nothing. I stumbled nearly from the sudden movement this was my first time seeing the house, second time for my parents. I was in awe with the size of the house. The door itself the size of three men stacked, they open out into a glamorous foyer the smell of fresh coffee and cleaning products linger throughout the air along with the dismal smell of marigolds. Although none were to be seen the smell was heavy. Paintings lined the wall next to the the grand staircase oak wood covering each room. I made my way around the first floor taking in the houses beauty, I felt uneasy there was a strange feeling coming from something. I didn't let it bother me and continued my way throughout the first floor. There were grand arches leaving to more sitting rooms laced with oak.  I ran my fingers along the oak lined walls and tried to picture what life was here before ours, whose laughter echoed throughout this home before me. My mother showed me to my room it was already decorated just like the rest of the house. My room was mostly purple colours, the room itself not too big not too small. I had all my things arranged for me though some things needed re arranging but that was a problem for another day. I made my way to my bed and placed my head down to rest for the night. 

I woke up to my head pounding, it was a Saturday thankfully I had nothing important to wake up to. I stayed in bed until the clock read 11:00 my dad still had to work on weekends he was a psychiatrist he helped people who were broken in the brain or something. I threw my black dressing gown on over my pj shorts and shirt and began my waltz down the grand stairs. I felt somewhat magical in this house.  I slid on my socks and stopped outside  my dads office and noticed he had a patient in there with him. My dads back was toward me and the patient looking me right in the eye, his hair covered one of his eyes but I knew they were still digging deep into my soul. His wide crystal blue eyes sharing the smirk his lips could give. The way he was looking had me embarrassed I felt naked under his stare. The moment was cut short as my dad turned to see what the boy was looking at. I turned sharply and sped my way to the kitchen. I started cursing myself in my head for staring that long, the cursing turned to praying I started to play my dad did not see me stood there. He doesn't like when his work is interrupted. My mother noticed the way I came in she gave me a questionable look and proceeded to hand me my breakfast . To my surprise he didn't come and say anything to me. "what was the reason for running in here like that?" my mother questioned me as she stood opposite with her mug of coffee in hand. "Nothing... dad was working.. and his door was open I thought he would be annoyed at me running past... him whilst he works" I said between chewing mouthfuls of cereal she giggled in response to my stupid reasons. The room fell silent giving my brain time to wander back to that boy who sat in my fathers office. Something dark slept deep inside his soul something I have never seen in any other human before. It was a fire that was begging to have my oxygen all over it. I jumped from my skin when the front door shut, I got a slight glimpse of the boy in his green and black striped sweater. That was the last I saw of him, at least I thought. My day went on as usual apart from when next doors daughter appeared out of no where, such a strange girl. We had supper and that was it for the evening I once again made my way upstairs. The house was giving off this unusual aura ever since next doors daughter was here, something had changed the air was colder. 

I reached my bedroom door which was closed I opened it to the sight of darkness. That confused me I normally have my lamp on. I hadn't stepped in yet I felt cautious of what lay in the dark. I however brushed off this feeling and made my way into the darkness. I stumbled about my hand reaching everywhere along the wall for the light switch until my hand got blocked by something. I felt around the foreign body until I realised it was a person, I went to scream until they moved up behind me and silenced me with their hand on my mouth. I was frozen I didn't know what was happening my brain and heart were racing each other, competing to see who could throb the hardest. "shh shh, its okay shh" the voice was soft but un recognised "I'm not gonna hurt ya" i was unsure weather to believe the voice or not. My body completely pressed against this mystery man. After moments of mumbling and moving about the light flicked on which too gave me a fright. I got spun around and my jaw  must have hit the floor when i realised who held me in their arms. How was he back inside he was only a patient of my fathers? "hello?" i just about spoke with sound I was that scared. The boy did not reply as he was more interested in staring at me with a huge smile on his lips. His eyes, hollow and dark, no room for love in there. "What are you doing here helloo." I said with a more agitated tone.

#tate langdon #ahs murder house #ahs fanfic #american horror story #murder house #evan peters #lana del rey photos #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #the doors #may jailer #korn #fiona apple #jim morrison #girlblogging #deftones #lizzy grant

[leigh-kay]

Stay, Stay, Stay

Tyler Galpin / Fluff

Yes like the taylor swift song.

warnings// teenagers in love, 'arguing', groveling, cuteness, idk

She was nervous. Hands fidgeting as she knocked on his door.

They hadn't spoken since the night before, since she'd yelled at him. It hadn't even really been his fault. Wednesday's feelings were in no way Tylers fault.

He thought he was helping a friend. He didn't look at Wednesday the way he looked at her. She knew that. It was just infuriating that he continued to spend time with her even knowing how she felt towards him.

She tried her best to swallow the anger rearrising as she thought about the subject.

As the door opened, her fists clenched at her side. He watched her carefully, the smile he'd answered the door with faltering. It made her heart squeeze to see the usual grin fade at the sight of her rather than brighten.

The silence said more than words were capable of explaining, and the way his arms tugged her against his chest said even more.

He breathed her in, hand finding the back of her head as his chest tightened. He was just happy to see her.

"Come in baby," he stepped back, pulling her with him.

As they pulled apart, she smiled sheepishly at the taller boy. It made her nervous to see the unease in his eyes.

"I'm happy you're here," he tried, soft brown eyes meeting her wide ones.

"I'm happy I'm here too, Ty."

It was tense in the room, and both were glad Tyler's father was at work. At least they could keep the awkwardness to a minimum.

"I'm sorry..." she started, "but I think we do need to talk about it."

He nodded, going to sit at the kitchen table before pausing, "One second."

He disapeared around the curve of the hallway, the pitter patter of his footsteps being all she could hear as she stood still, arms crossed in the room.

He returned a moment later, arms raised, and face covered by the football helmet he'd thrown on, "Okay lets talk."

She wanted to be annoyed, she did. But God he was ridiculous with that stupid grin he wore underneath it.

She laughed, rushing out to hug him, hand grabbing into the front as she rolled her eyes, "You drive me crazy, Galpin."

"Tell you what," he took her smaller hands in his own, "we'll talk just like you want. But, we do it at the diner where there's witnesses when you undoubtedly wring my neck for being a dumbass and not hearing you out. Yeah?"

She smiled, nodding, "Your dad likes me best anyways, he'd bail me out."

***

"I understand why you don't like that I'm still helping her."

"Then why do it, Tyler?"

She sipped at her chocolate milkshake with stern eyes.

"She might want more, okay? But I don't." He sighed, "I like Wednesday, as a friend. She's cool, for a- she's just cool. But I love you."

She tried her best not to further her frustrations, but her hand twitched atop the table.

He didn't hesitate to grab it.

"Wednesday is cool. Pretty, even. But she's not even half way as perfect as you. She can't make me nervous like you do. She can't make me drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness."

"You're certainly not doing it for me either." she replied dryly, half joking.

Eyebrows raised as he dropped her hand, giving a challenging nod. He slipped from the booth quickly, a sly smile on his lips as he hit his knees beside the booth.

"I am begging you, my perfect girl, whom I'm an idiot for arguing with seeing as I'm already pushing my luck with how far out of my league she is," a few onlookers chuckle, "for forgiveness for my idiocy and for chance of a negotiation?"

For a football player, he was extremely theatrical.

She laughed at the thought.

"Get off of the floor and kiss me you dumbass."

He obeyed quickly, pressing soft lips to her own. Tiny cheers and claps rose from the small crowd, everyone of which knew Tyler.

It was the cafe in which he worked after all.

"How about," he kissed her again, "when we go on our little misadventures," another, "you come along too?"

"But you said it was dangerous-"

"It is. But that's part of it. I won't put you in harms way, and that means going out less. I'd feel bad, leaving her alone for my own sake, but I'll be damned if I let anyone elses feelings get you hurt."

She took his face in her palms, "you mean it?"

"I promise. I want you comfortable, and happy, and safe."

It made her chest warm as he spoke quietly to her. She liked when she felt he was all hers. His words, his presence, his smiles.

"I like hanging out with you even if it is because we're arguing." he furthered, as if reading her mind on how grateful she was that they were there together.

She looled at him softly, "Yeah well, you're stuck hanging out with me til' the day I die, sir."

Rolled eyes and quiet laughter formed between them before the room turned cold and the noises got bitter.

"Yes well if we don't get to this lead, that'll be happening alot sooner than I imagine you have in mind."

Wednesday.

#xavier thorpe #fluff #wednesday #tyler galpin #netflix #romance #taylor swift

[pablitogavii]

pablo x bratty!reader where she just has an attitude and he puts her in her place. smut of course please

His naughty little cheerleader

Pablo’s POV

She came to watch one of my latest trainings wearing this cute cheerleader outfit that made my shorts feel tight and my mind run wild. I wasn’t the only one who was affected by her little “danced moves” as all my teammates were eyeing her up and down as she twirled around innocently.

“Preciosa, can you come here please?” I said when we had a break and she smiled wide running towards me and giving me a tight hug. When we pulled away, I grabbed her jaw and kissed her passionately leaving her breathless and making all the guys stop staring her down now that she was in my arms. That’s right gilipollas, she is mine!

“What are you wearing princesa??” I said and she blushed knowing exactly the kind of effect it would have on me.

“Do you like it Pablito??” she said twirling around while I took my time looking at her exposed thighs and that skirt fitting her so perfectly that it made me weak. I placed my hand on her waist holding her in place while looking down at her sternly.

“Of course I like it mi amor, but no estamos solos..” I said and she giggled shrugging her shoulders when the rest of the guys called her sitting on the benches and drinking some water.

“You have some moves! We could use a cheer team, huh boys??” Balde said with a smirk eyeing her down and I wanted to hit his stupid face and remind him that it was my girl he was fantasizing about.

“Can you show us the dance again??” Ansu said and everyone nodded while my fists were tighter because I knew what they wanted to see. They wanted to see her thighs when she twirls around, her body as it moves and her perky bum bounce.

“Sure!” she said and I couldn’t believe my ears grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer but she just smirked whispering “sit and enjoy” into my ear making me smirk but still feeling angry that they will see her dance.

We were sitting down as she moved carefully, and I looked to the side clenching my jaw when I saw that their eyes were wide open, and they were taking in every detail of her body. Cabróns!

Even though all the eyes were on her, hers didn’t move from mine which kept me sane but when she bend down, I lost my tolerance and grabbed her carrying her inside.

Your POV

I wanted to see how long it would take him to react, knowing his short fuse, and the moment I bent down he lost it grabbing my waist and tossing me over his broad shoulders while carrying me inside into the one of the changing rooms.

“You think that’s funny!?” he said after putting me down and when I giggled to his face that angered him more pushing me against the locker and wrapping his large hand around my neck turning me on to the max.

“Looks like I have to put you into your place, my little brat!?” his voice was low, and I knew from seeing his bulge pressed against his kit that he won’t be waiting until we get home to teach me a lesson.

“No words now, huh?? And you were so quick to say, ‘yes’ to dancing for my friends!?” he said grabbing my body and pulling me close while sitting down and making me straddle his lap. His lips attached mine angrily leaving me breathless moaning mess begging him to give me more.

“What am I going to do with you, my little bratty cheerleader?? Huh?” he said raising my skirt and spanking my ass roughly that couldn’t stop a loud whine that left my lips.

“Pablo..please” I said giving him innocent eyes but he saw right through my attempt to soften his anger shaking his head and grabbing my ass roughly that his fingerprints were definitely left to decorate my soft skin.

“I am the only one you can dance for..the only one to see you in this little outfit and to take it off your perfect body whenever I wish! Understand!?” he said and you nodded obediently regretting pushing his limits earlier.

“I don’t hear you!?” he spanked me again and I realized that he wanted me to use my words.

“Yes, sir!” I said and he nodded rubbing the red spot gently and I relaxed looking at his lips desperately wanting him to kiss me.

“Good girl!” he said kissing my lips finally whine taking himself out of his shorts, moving my panties to the side and filling me up completely while I moaned his name loud enough for anyone in proximity to hear but I didn’t give a shit enjoying how good he was making me feel.

Pablo's POV

She was clenching around me so perfectly that I couldn't help but groan while pouding into her without mercy grabbing her hair and pulling her head back while feasting on her neck hungrily.

I loved seeing her skin decorated with my marks and what I loved even more is that everyone could see them and know she is all mine!

"F..fuck Pablo.." she was a moaning mess and I ate up her whines holding her tightly against myself feeling ehr thighs shake as her orgasm was approaching.

"You're perfect mi amor.." I whispered into her ear feeling her release all over me making me smirk proudly while chasing my own release.

"I'm so close anjo..keep moaning my name!" I said and she moaned my name like a chant clenching around me like a vice and holding my hair tightly with her small hands.

"F..fuck..yes!" I groaned reaching my own high before kissing her lips lovingly and pulling her more into me so that she could rest her head against my shoulder.

"I'm sorry if I made you angry..I only wore it to cheer for you Pablo.." she spoke softly and I smiled kissing the top of her head feeling my heart melt at how adorable she was.

"Let's clean you up and I want to give you something preciosa..." I said helping her up and taking the rest of her little "outfit" off before walking to my locker and taking out my new jersey. I slipped it over her small body and it ended up looking like dress on her.

"Now you can cheer for me princesa..and this little outfit you can wear for me at home after a win..deal?" I said and she twirled around feeling the material of my jersey on her body and smiling wide.

"Deal!" she squealed looking up at me with puckered lips and i kissed them sweetly before kissing her forehead lovingly. That's my good girl! Those gilipollas will only see my name on her back from now on!

"Ready to go princesa?" I said reaching my hand for her but she shyly shook her head making me stop and furrow my eyes at her.

"My legs kinda hurt.." she said and I smirked making her face turn completely red but I reassured her that was a compliment meaning I was doing my job right.

"Piggy back ride then?" I said and she clapped her hands nodding ehr head excitedly before getting onto my back as I walked back to the pitch noticing that everyone was gossiping quietly seeing my name shining on her back instead of the little outfit she wore.

She was only my naughty little cheerleader, gilipollas!

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #fc barca #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #pablogavixreadersmut

[elysianslove]

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao.  this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.  

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping  

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story. 

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason. 

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted. 

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun. 

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay? 

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he? 

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest. 

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?” 

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade. 

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves. 

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected. 

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again. 

it’s during his third year that he meets you. 

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place  during your exam week. 

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly. 

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter. 

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.” 

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance. 

except you don’t. 

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.” 

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours. 

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually. 

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied. 

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you. 

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3 

#matsukawa smut #mattsun smut #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei smut #matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #sal's thirst tag <3

[espritmuse]

okayyyy but dom bully mikasa who starts being mean to you when you get too close to eren and tells you you’re acting like such a slut around him until one day she eventually fucks you stupid calling you the same names and making you tell her your hers

—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mikasa Ackerman x Reader

⌕ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: semi public sex (school bathrooms), fingering, cunnilingus, meankasa and possessive Mikasa, a bit of degradation. [1.3 words.]

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: The beginning is just for a bit of context, you can just go right to the smut if ur too horny, it’s the best moment I guess…. (Yeah it is)

— 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 —

Mikasa knew very well where this little game was going. Since the very beginning. But can you blame her for playing with you like she did? it was so fun, seeing you getting all flustered, seeing your eyes avoiding hers when you both met in the school corridors.

A boy. A stupid and meaningless boy. It was the problem, or rather, her excuse for treating you like she always does. Accidents, like she calls them in front of the headteacher when she is, once again, sent to his office.

But the line was definitely crossed last Saturday night, when you went to her boyfriend’s birthday party. Eren Yeager. It took you some time, perhaps too much time to finally realise and understand that jealousy was the cause of all of your mistreatment.

Daggers piercing your skin. That’s what her dark black eyes would’ve thrown if they could when her boyfriend shared his cup of alcohol with you. You weren’t that close to him, you weren’t even really his friend, but that was already too much, apparently. Since then, insults and humiliations got worse, so much worse.

“Slut.” This is what you could read on the body of your car, written in red paint. Eyes wide and mouth agape, you tried to use the sleeve of your shirt to wash the paint out, without any success. You looked stupid, like this, on the parking lot; and she didn’t miss a second of it.

3PM in the school restroom. That was the time and the place you were supposed to meet her at. You accepted, for some unknown reason, after reading it on the piece of paper she had left on your car. Curiosity, as it may be.

And there she was. Awaiting for you, her back pressed on the white wall, an unamused expression on her face. Unamused, until she heard your footsteps walking down to her.

Black nail polish. It was what her nails were painted with when she slowly slid them down your pants, looking straight at you, eyes lost in your own gaze, searching for the slightest glimpse of disapprobation.

Nowhere to be found.

“Don’t make any loud noises. You’ll regret it” She advised spitefully, in an inaudible whisper, her lips almost caressing yours. “Understood?” She then questioned rhetorically.

“Y…yes” you answered uncertainly, still a bit confused of what was just occurring in front of you.

“Good girl. Open your legs.” She announced in a rough voice. An order, that’s what it really sounded like.

You did so, spreading both of your lower members without any difficulties on the bathroom cabinet, sitting in-between the two sinks. Your movement seemed to please her because her lips curved into a small angelic and exited smile. The black haired woman placed both of her hand on each individual knees before pulling you closer to her.

She put one knee on the floor, then the second, before pulling down your underwear swiftly with her fingers. It was delicate, surprisingly. Your eyes weren’t missing a single piece of this moment, amazed and still a bit shocked.

“You’re a dirty girl you know. Couldn’t have guessed that.” She remarked, holding your pink lace lingerie in her pale hand, her curious and mocking gaze all over your underwear. “I wonder if the top is the same.” She started after dropping your pantie on the bare floor, “or let me guess, you’re not even wearing anything under your shirt? Hm?”

“I…”

“Shh…bad girls don’t talk.” She said, standing back up quickly and placing her hand on your face, her thumb caressing your cheek. You couldn’t even tell what was going on in her mind, her movements towards you didn’t give any further details. Was she playing with you? Maybe one of her friends was hiding and recording all of that? You didn’t know. You should’ve stopped.

But you didn’t want to.

Mikasa took both sides of your skirt and lifted it a bit, exposing your pubis to her perverted gaze and, suddenly, her mouth was painted with a very big and bright smile, as if this scenery was all the needed, everything she always wanted.

You were now all naked, with the exception of your skirt, that was still covering your ass and not allowing the cold surface to come in contact with your bare skin.

And yeah, she was right, you weren’t wearing anything under your shirt.

Her tongue wandering playfully around your warm core, you mentally begged her to pleasure you. You needed it, so, so much. It's funny when you think about it; you just hated her more than anyone on this earth some minutes ago and now, she’s between your legs at your most vulnerable state.

“Mikasa…. Can you…” you tried to say.

“Quiet.” She replied spitefully, the sound of her voice slightly muffled since her head was buried in your lower body. The raven-haired woman placed both of your legs on her shoulders, your knees bending at the curve of her bones.

It’s her tongue that you felt first, sliding slowly between your fold, trying to find its way to your clit. And it did find, pretty quickly, like it always belonged here. She moved it very slowly, at first, making sure to not hurt you or making you uncomfortable.

You grabbed her black hair, trying to keep your noises for yourself, as she ordered you to some minutes prior. You could feel every little thing, her steady and serene breath on your vulva, her nose brushing slightly against your mons pubis and her right hand stroking gently your right knee.

“See? When you close this fucking mouth…” she said between loud respiration. It seemed like she was talking to herself, actually. But you still listened carefully. “You…you’re fucking delicious…I knew it.” She continued, her words feeling even better on your clit because of the air she was releasing when she was pronouncing them.

Two fingers. Or maybe three, you couldn’t even tell. She started moving them very slowly inside of you, trying to follow the rhythm of her tongue at the same time. It was the same identical pace, you could tell. It felt fantastic.

You couldn’t even stop the noises from escaping your lips, it was impossible. Never in your life you have felt that great, that pleasured.

Her lips and tongue sucking on your clit, you almost didn’t notice when she replaced her mouth with her thumb. She got up from the dirty floor of the bathroom and got closer to you and, as a whisper, planted some soft kisses on your temples and your nose. You glimpsed a change in her behaviour, almost unnoticeable, but it was here.

“Mika….Mikasa…it…” you tried to say once again, but this time she didn’t interrupt you or, not directly; you simply couldn’t talk anymore.

“It feels good doesn’t it baby?” She whispered in your ear sensually. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” She continued.

“V…very very good…” you mumbled.

“Very good? Is that so?” She questioned gently, her knuckles moving back and forth inside your folds. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you sweetheart?” She asked as well after noticing your hands, who tried to grab her shirt uncontrollably.

You nodded quickly. But she stopped.

“You’re mine. Do you understand?” Mikasa said, looking straight in your eyes, a devilish smile on her angelic face.

“Mhh…. Please….why did you…” You protested, not even paying attention to the things she was saying.

“I won’t continue if you don’t say it back.”

“I… I’m y…yours…”

You finally felt her hands moving back in your body, allowing you to properly cum, your head buried in the crook of her neck as she was trying to keep her balance with her free hand, positioned on the mirror behind you.

“Turns out I was right all this time huh?” She started, once out of the bathroom, both of you looking all innocent, as if nothing had happened. “You’re such a slut.” She quietly proceeded in your ear.

You were right too, it was jealousy all of this time.

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[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment. 

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader smut #winter soldier x reader

[kongkhoi]

do i need to tell you again?

character: scaramouche

warnings: smut, degradation, dom scaramouche, biting, teasing, orgasm denial, blowjob, swallowing cum, hair pulling, creampie, afab reader

word count: 1.8k

a/n: not proofread, enjoy (?)

“sc-scaramouche! ah-”

you’re laying on the bed, the man above you pinning your wrists down into the plush surface. his head is in the crook of your neck, hungrily licking and sucking, marking you as his. he relishes in your sounds and in your scent, his control slipping with every noise you squeak out. he wants to take you then and there. 

it’s absolutely hypnotic to him. how sensitive you seem to be, how he can feel your hands clenching tighter, how your thighs are on the verge of shaking from desire. he wills himself to prolong the moment. extend his patience. 

after all, who knows what cute sounds you’d let out if he were to.. 

you let out a repressed squeal when he bites down into the soft flesh of your neck, leaving you panting. you try to hold back your noises, biting your lip. 

“bastard,” you manage to spit out. “that’s gonna leave a mar- nngh!”

you’re interrupted when he harshly sucks on that same spot, almost making him laugh at your sudden silence. he smugly chuckles against your skin, continuing his kisses. he trails up your now-sensitive neck, to your jawline, to the corner of your mouth. you can’t stop the mewls that spill from your lips, your mind going blank. 

he takes a second to see what’s become of you. face flushed, lips rosy and swollen, pupils blown wide, marks littering your neck. with a low growl in his throat, he licks his lips at the sight.

“already so needy. i’ve barely even started,” he teases, his voice lilting ever so slightly. it sends a shiver down your spine.

you open your mouth to respond. to deny, to retort, anything. but his lips crash into yours before you do, robbing you of whatever you had to say. his kisses are breathtaking. ravenous but reticent. rough and yet ever so slightly laced with sweetness. before long, he has your back arching and your hips desperately rolling into his--despite any of your claims to want otherwise. heat pools between your legs more and more by the second, making you crave for any kind of relief through friction. but you wouldn’t dare let him know about that.

scaramouche pulls away, meeting your eyes, loving the way your eyes look distant and hazy. smirking, he releases your hands to trail one down to your slick cunt sopping with arousal. your eyes widen at his touch, wanting to become undone with just his fingers alone, only your pride stopping you from outright begging.

“look at this, he hisses. he brings his hand into view, his fingers glistening with your slick. aware of every detail, you take a sharp breath in, entranced.

“such a slut. this wet already? i can only wonder what goes on in your head right now.” he smirks. bringing his fingers to his mouth, he slowly drags his tongue along them. he maintains eye contact, not for a moment missing any of your reactions.

the feeling in your gut tightens at that, almost making you whimper. 

with your hands now free, you flip him over with you on top. you’re freeing his cock from it’s confines when he grabs your hair and tugs, making you moan and look up at him.

“ah, ah, ah,” he reprimands.

it’s a simple gesture. yet for some reason it sets a fire within you. you want to see him cry out in pleasure and yet you obey, staying a hair’s breadth away from his angry cock. you’re eager and awaiting, even enjoying the ache his grasp on you brings.

so you feign annoyance. “what is it this time,” you grunt.

“as nice it would be to have you doing this on your own accord, i could only imagine what a view it would be if i did...this.” his grip on your hair tightens enticingly.

“open,” he commands, and you do, leaving your mouth wide open for him to use like a toy.

not wasting any time, he brings your head down onto his cock. you gag at the sudden intrusion and he lets out a low moan at the sudden tightness your throat brings. tears sting the corners of your eyes and your glare shoots daggers up at him, making the man laugh.

“it only gets rougher from here. but i’m sure you already know that, whore.”

you suck harshly on his dick in retaliation, shutting him up with a grimace.

he thrusts up into your mouth again, building up a regular pace. gagging and choking on his cock, you elicit long, drawn out moans from scaramouche. fucking his cock into you deeper, his breath hitches, his other hand tangling into your hair as well. 

you swirl your tongue around his length and groan, making him pull your mouth off of him.

breathing heavily, he demands, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“can’t handle it?” you chuckle. the spit your escaping from your mouth and the darkened blush on your face drives him crazy. before he can answer, you blow hot breath onto the tip of his cock.

eyes darkening, he grips onto your locks once again, his cock filling your mouth. the even faster pace and the lack of air makes your head spin and your vision blur.

heavy breathing fills the room as you continue to struggle for air, the man above you adoring just how tight and warm your throat is around him as his visage contorts in pleasure. the tears falling from your lust-shrouded eyes is the icing on the cake, and it’s not long after until scaramouche shoots hot cum down your throat.

he releases his grip on your hair and you pull off, wiping the tears from your cheeks. you’re finally able to breathe when he shoves you onto the bed again, your back meeting the cushiony mattress.

scaramouche positions himself between your legs, gripping your thighs so tightly it was sure to bruise. but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it. after much anticipation on your end, he hauls your legs over his shoulder, and easily slips his cock into your sloppy cunt, making you cry out.

“hah, you’re not even putting up a fight anymore. has my stupid little slut finally come to her senses?”

you manage to squeak out a response.

“hm? speak up,” he sneers.

“yes!”

he raises an eyebrow and pauses. “yes, what?”

you hesitate to answer. but the way the desire pools in your stomach is more than enough to make you swallow whatever dignity you have left. anything to relieve the burning ache that only builds.

“i... i need you to fuck me, scara. please.”

“not good enough.” he begins to stroke his cock, to send a message. “if you keep this up, i’ll leave you here and get off by myself. so tell me. what do you want me to do to you?”

your throat bobs as you gulp. with a deep breath, you beg. “please. please i need you to fuck me, scaramouche. i-i’m your dumb slut and only yours, just pl- ngh! ah s-so big!-”

upon his bottoming out into you, the only thing you can do is curl your toes and throw your head back in pleasure as his cock drags so deliciously between your walls and his skillful fingers rub circles into your sensitive clit. you can only grip the bedsheets and watch with blurred vision as he thrusts deep into you.

scaramouche fucks into you and ravages you better than you ever could with those fingers and toys. almost pulling out, he rams back into your tight cunt, making you scream. “i can’t -ngh- i can’t, scara-”

“take it,” he growls in between thrusts. “you’re gonna take anything i give you, understood?” 

his head perfectly aimed at that spot you love, hitting it with every thrust makes your mind go blank. it feels so good, you can’t help but babble out incoherent “yes, thank you”s and “feels good!”s. the coil tightening in your stomach and the way you clench around his dick tells him everything he needs to know.

right before you can cum, he pulls out of you, eliciting a whine from your lips, now bitten raw and red.

“hah,” he pants. “bend over. the side of the bed. c’mon, you can do it.”

it takes a few seconds to process. “b-”

“do i have to repeat myself?”

you blush and shake your head, doing as he says. your ass now exposed, back arched, cunt dripping, you manage to comply. the lack of vision you have in the new position sends goosebumps across your skin.

he rests his hands on your hips and caresses your ass, making you shiver. he lines up his cock to your welcoming entrance, groaning at how it sucks him in so nicely. wet, hot, and tight for him, he bottoms out into you. its cruel and torturous, the pace he sets. his cock kissing your g-spot, you press into the mattress at the pleasure it gives you. but you want more. and he knows it.

“more! please,” you sob. “f-faster!”

“all you had to do was ask.”

the harsh thrusts and his fingers digging into your stomach bring you closer and closer to your high. your whimpers and moans come out higher pitched as you near your climax.

it hits powerfully, amplified by your previous denied orgasm. you near scream into the bed, your sobs muffled and your tears flowing. but he doesn’t stop there. you’re still sensitive when scaramouche bends down to whisper in your ear, “god, you’re so -nngh- so tight! does my cock feel that good? going stupid already?”

you try to respond, but can’t form the words. your tight hole clenching tighter around his cock at his venomous words.

“you like that? is that gonna make you cum? go on, then.”

your thighs have long given out, your body convulsing under him. mind screaming from the pleasure the overstimulation brings, hearing nothing but scaramouche’s voice and the sound of wet skin against skin. it’s all too much. you cum for the second time, making him groan at the feeling.

he thrusts harder into you, causing you to cry out. his voice husky and moans broken, his hips stuttering, and his legs giving out, he cums inside. the hot liquid shooting deep mixes with your own slick and cum, slowly dripping out as he pulls out of your used hole. he uses two fingers to swipe up as much as he can and stuff it back into you.

“good,” he pants.

you tilt your head to the side, face red. “mmm. good?”

he nods. he moves the stray hair away from your face and sits down, fixing your body in a more comfortable position. “yeah. we’ll sort things out in the morning.” he pulls a blanket over the two of you. “rest up.”

you sigh as you take one last look at him. “alright.”

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