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Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house.  She’s definitely late.  Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party.  In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything.  She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day.  His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him.  It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed.  She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz.  She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder.  Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina.  He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her.  He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible.  She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up.  Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it.  You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him.  She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place.  You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance.  You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys.  You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire.  You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt.  She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end.  And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you.  Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat.  Everyone knew it.  Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want.  Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not.  It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match.  Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend.  Everyone but you.  Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter.  “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through.  “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction.  She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink.  It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you.  Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand.  But you weren’t alone, not even close.  Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably.  You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side.  Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap.  Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck.  His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile.  You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass.  She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing.  She knew that one very well.  She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it.  You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off.  She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body.  It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man.  But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it.  You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl.  She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor.  It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway.  He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant.  His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh.  If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes.  You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it.  You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket.  It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave.  And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile.  It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly?  She couldn’t bear you.  You looked so fake and well-mannered.  Two things you definitely weren’t.  Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you.  No, she was everything for you.  She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you.  But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her.  He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight.  You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit.  She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!”  You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little.  She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes.  She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim.  You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table.  With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap.  He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him.  He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs.  Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside.  You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet.  On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you.  She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip.  Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense.  She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you.  “Looking up at me.”  Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile.  These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees.  You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed.  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head.  Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty.  The title fit you too well.  “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished.  Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange.  You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs.  You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is.  I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning.  “Actually, it was right here, on his bed.  You should have seen it, Carla.  I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull.  You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you.  She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure.  You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back.  Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her.   “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile.  "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair.  She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you.  She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?”  She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours.  She grinned like a maniac.  If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck.  “The pictures meant for me.  And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head.  “You wanna be his cam girl?  His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time.  Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine.  Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt.  She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone.  She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat.  She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw.  You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises.  She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her.  She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?”  Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again.  Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response.  She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs.  Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from.  She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys.  You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay.  She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.  She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat.  You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper.  Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her.  Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand.  She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss.  “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust.  She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you.  The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered.  That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene.  One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers.  She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke.  Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes.  She made you feel unusually small.  “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets.  You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different.  If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly.  No one was ever meant to see you like this.  No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures.  What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek.  She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens.  Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting.  Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth.  She was getting a little too anxious looking at you.  “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face.  She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera.  Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck.  She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips.  “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs.  You hated how much she was ruining your plans.  Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers.  Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up.  You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach.  “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone.  She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties.  She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you.  Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior.  “Already spreading your legs?  You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy.  She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit.  A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly.  She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this.  She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best.  You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better.  Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes.  She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement.  It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me.  Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place.  You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her.  She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view.  You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make.  She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression.  All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess.  It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips.  She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar.  Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure.  “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy.  “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit.  You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other.  She points it directly at your entrance.  “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole.  You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you.  The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle.  Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby.  I want to see all of you,” she says.  You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider.  She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper.  She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure.  She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess.  You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her.  She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video.  Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again.  You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot.  She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says.  You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command.  “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand.  You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens.  When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started.  You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time.  Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch.  You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum.  All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video.  She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face.  She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours  You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying.  Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

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[bumblesimagines]

You never cared this much before. Why now?"

"I thought rivalry was our thing. Now it's turned into something... else?"

- Carla Rosón

You never cared this much before. Why now?"

"I thought rivalry was our thing. Now it's turned into something... else?"

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

Cayetana hadn't been at all what you were expecting. Despite the photos she posted on her social media and all the boasting about her lavish vacations, one drink made her loosen up and ramble about her interests in fashion. You could barely keep up with her chatter, being rendered to confused nods and hums of acknowledgement.

Too enveloped in her own little world, she seemed to barely notice how she leaned against your side while scrolling through her phone and showing you different pictures. Your lips tugged into a small smile at her excitement but before you could even begin to try to make sense of her incoherent words, a purse dropped amongst the cups on the table and your head rose to look up at the other blonde.

"Move."

"Uhm.." Cayetana's gaze flickered between you and the infamous ice queen, slowly dragging herself away your side and standing up. A sling of nervous babbles left her but she quickly clamped her mouth shut and turned away, slipping into the crowd of clubgoers.

"Carlita," You cooed and leaned back in the booth, propping your arm up and raising a brow at her. "That was rude."

"You don't care whether or not I hurt her feelings. Stop acting like you give a shit about anyone but yourself." Carla said, smoothing the back of her dress as she lowered herself down beside you.

You whistled lowly and chuckled "Damn, what's got you in a mood today? Was it little Caye? Lu's not replacing you with her, though I wouldn't blame her if she did. She's pretty cute, huh? Real sweet and nice."

"Stop flirting with her."

"You're in no position to make demands, Carlita." Satisfaction pierced through you when she whirled her head to look at you with a scowl. You gazed back at her and smirked. "You never cared this much before. Why now?"

"Things changed." Carla looked forward again, crossing her arms across her stomach and pursing her pink-tinted lips. "I thought rivalry was our thing. Fighting, getting ahead of each other. Now it's turned into something... else?"

You shifted slightly in your seat and exhaled softly. You hadn't spoken to Carla since a party Lu had graciously hosted. One too many drinks had led you to a night with foggy memories where the only thing you remembered was waking up in bed with an all too familiar face. Even with the occasional flirting, things between you and Carla had always remained strictly off romantic or sexual grounds. For the sake of your brother, Polo, and his relationship with her.

"Nothing has to change. We forget anything happened and we don't mention it to Polo." Your eyes found him in the crowd with ease. He danced with Guzman and Ander, looking as content and gleeful as always.

"It doesn't matter now. Polo and I broke up-"

"Because he killed someone and you helped him make a false alibi because you didn't want to get arrested." Your jaw clenched and with your mood ruined for the night, you picked up your jacket and stood up. She watched you, an emotion other than smugness or cruelty finally showing in her hazel eyes. Hurt. "You've been playing a part since you were born, Carla. Continuing to pretend won't hurt you."

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[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Bruce regrets sound proofing all his children’s rooms

There are some things parents don’t want to know or hear when it comes to their children and it seemed like a great idea at the time.

That being said, as he looked down at his tired youngest, bottle feeding a baby in a way that seems to be half muscle memory, with a look on his face that can only be encompassed by the sentence “oh shit.”

Bruce was suddenly wondering if he made the right call.

#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #damian al ghul #damian wayne #so your adoption tendencies are apparently genetic #and that definitely is an 8 month old child #hoo boy #listen Damian was born an assassin he can be discreet when need be #everyone wondering why the brat has suddenly mellowed out #it’s because he became a dad at the ripe age of 15 #it’s genetic #add a sim take away the angst #everyone was in the dark #there’s no stopping Damian he has already faked a civilian ID for his son and as far as the world will know #he made a mistake that shook the elites and is a single dad #the only person who knows #is Leslie and she has already given up trying to convince him otherwise #everyone: seriously where did you get this child????!???! #Damian: I see. when a female has a child without copulation it is a miracle and a basis of a new religion #Damian: but WHEN I do it-

[lightdustchild]

Don't be shy kiss him some more...

Ayanokoji x gn reader

Yandere ayanokoji ♡

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Ayanokoji always had an emotionless expression... he never smiled or laughed. Its the little things you noticed.

How his cheeks light dusted with a pink hue whenever you smiled at him. Sometimes you would even catch him staring his lips curved upwards even though a tiny amount. More or less you also noticed the protectiveness. Not once in your friendship with ayanokoji had you been hurt. Its like all the bad people vanished without a sound. Of course thats not really what happened ayanokoji killed them. Not that you noticed, ayanokoji never gets caught the bodys hid with Persian.

Though why or how you ended up on his lap covering his face in kisses remains a mystery to him. Your lips covering every inch of his face besides his lips. It almost felt like a unmentioned torture method. Ayanokoji is desperate for your lips to hit his at least once. Alas it never happened so he took matters into his own hands kissing you till your lips where swollen and your chest going up and down rapidly as you sucked in air before being pulled into another kiss. Tongue flicking and caressing the insides of your mouth. He knew just how to make your toes curl, how to get you wrapped around his finger. As you pulled away breathing foggy and heavy he pulled you back in.

Don't be shy kiss him some more.

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#x reader #classroom of the elite #ayanokoji #ayanokoji x reader #ayanokoji x gender neutral reader #ayanokoji x you

[snowslugs]

he would later get into an argument with a random viewer over if gible feels rough or smooth

#hassel pokemon #elite four hassel #hassius #ephemeralartshipping #hassel x brassius #pokemon #slug.png #hassel is my wife btw did you knwo

[kitkat238984]

Love Means A Free Babysitter

Summary: As a single mother of a three-year-old, you are constantly struggling to keep him under control, and boy are you glad Tyler was there at Rampage when you needed help. It worked out better than you expected.

TW: An annoyingly adorable child. You either love him or you hate him.

“Asher! Wait for me, please! Don’t run off!” You called for your three-year-old son who thought it would be a fun idea to make you chase him around backstage. 

The babysitter you’d hired had cancelled a mere hour before she was due to arrive at the hotel, so you made a quick call to Tony Khan’s team to ask if you could bring your son to Rampage and he reluctantly agreed so long as you kept him under control. 

“Oh yes of course. I promise you he’s an angel. You won’t even notice he’s here”. 

An ear-piercing shriek echoed through the hall you were running through and you ignored the shocked, puzzled looks thrown your way. So much for being unnoticeable. It probably would have been easier to catch up with him if you weren’t carrying all his toys, snacks, his blanket, your own water bottle, and your gym bag with your ring gear in. 

“Asher…”, you warned. “If you don’t stop running, mommy will be very angry with you”. Still nothing. You swore this kid had as much energy as if he’d drank dozens of energy drinks and eaten a bowlful of sugar. 

If everyone here didn’t know you were one of the professional wrestlers, they would most likely mistake you for a crazed fan. 

You didn’t take your eyes off Asher for one second, cautious of where he was running to, not wanting to find him somehow running through somewhere and into the arena. 

However, you gave an audible sigh of relief when a figure appeared from around the corner, causing Asher to bump into their legs and ultimately stopping him in his tracks, now wordlessly gazing up at the person’s face. 

As you drew closer you realised that the person your son had crashed into was Hook - or Tyler as you and some others preferred to call him - who returned the intent gaze into your child’s eyes, but his eyes filled with perplexion as he glanced around him trying to figure out where this random kid came from. 

“Uhh…”, he uttered before you closed the distance and placed your hand over Asher’s shoulder and pulled him away from your coworker. 

“Tyler, I’m so sorry about him. I’ve been trying to catch up with him for five minutes already and he just won’t stay still”. You managed to speak whilst catching your breath, proving difficult with everything you were holding as well as keeping Asher at bay who was now clinging and leaning against your leg. 

“Uh it’s cool. What’s with the kid?” He asked with no hesitation. 

You could see the obvious bewilderment in his features, glancing back and forth between yourself and Asher, and giggled before answering his question. 

“This is Asher. My son”, you told him, and he responded with five seconds of lip-mimed stuttering until speaking up again. 

“Since when were you a mom? You’ve never said anything before”. 

It was true that you’d never told Tyler before that you had a young child to take care of, but that was only reasoned with the fact that you never spoke to one another all that much. The closest you’d get to a conversation would be a few remarks on someone’s match in the viewing room or in one of the locker rooms. Your paths simply never seemed to cross naturally very often. 

“Since three years ago. I fell pregnant at eighteen, gave birth at nineteen, and now I’m a very tired mother and professional wrestler”. 

Hook felt he needed more than just a couple of seconds between bombshells to wrap his head around this discovery. You were a mom of a three-year-old boy. You were younger than him and had somehow managed to climb up the ladder of success into AEW whilst carrying around a baby in the background. 

He felt a sudden rush of respect that he’d never had before. Truthfully, he always thought you had a few screws in your head loose as you always scurried about everywhere and constantly looked like you had somewhere you needed to be. It had never the slightest bit bothered him and it never made him think any less of you, but now knowing there was a reason behind your madness made him feel guilty for thinking such things about you. 

“Can’t the father look after him?” he asked. 

“Oh um no”, you told him plainly. “He left me when he found out I was pregnant. Thought he was too important to deal with a child”. 

Then he felt worse than ever. You were a single mom, juggling everything all at once. How were you even sane? 

Frustration was visible in Tyler’s demeanour, evident in his clenched fists, pressing into his thighs and a small wrinkle in his nose which did not go unnoticed by you. 

“I’m kind of glad he left actually”, you continued. “I was trying to find a way out for months. He wasn’t a very nice person and would have been an even worse dad”. 

He appeared to relax slightly and you were thankful that he hadn’t burst into some fit of rage, however, what confused you was that he was angry in the first place after telling him about your ex. 

You hadn’t realised he cared so much about single mothers, let alone care about yourself. You wouldn’t exactly call Tyler a close friend so it surprised you that he would… well… actually give a damn. Whatever his reason for caring was, it brought you happiness that he felt the same way you did when your ex told you he was leaving you. 

“Anyway”, you snapped out of your thoughts. “We’d better get going if I actually want to fight tonight”. 

“The show doesn’t start for like four hours”. 

“It will take that long”. 

Hook gave you a questioned look before stuffing his hands back into the pocket of his hoodie and putting one of his earbuds in his ear. 

“I might see you later then. Good luck with uh… that…” He nodded towards Asher beside you and walked away behind you. 

“Thanks?” Was he scared of Asher or something? 

Taking advantage of the opening in front of him to continue causing chaos, you found yourself running after Asher yet again. 

“I swear that child is on steroids”, you huffed. 

—

Before even having gone in the ring yet, it felt like it had been the most stressful match day of your life, and you were waiting patiently in the viewing room with Asher standing in between your legs whilst you were handing him surprise tickle attacks. 

At least he wasn’t running wildly and screaming. 

You weren’t alone in the room as Hook was sitting on the opposite side with his earphones in and distracted by whatever was happening on the screen. You were a bit too preoccupied with your son to notice anything, even the frequent glances Hook gave the both of you. All you really knew and cared about at that moment was that you were to have a quick match with Saraya and that you were going to win. 

“Hey hey hey, Asher”, you addressed your littlun to get his attention. “When mommy’s done here we’re going back to the hotel and you, mister, are going straight to bed. Okay? So you’ve got to be a good boy”. 

“I am a good boy”, he said, nodding his head. 

“Good”. You kissed his head and reached down to Asher’s bag to pull out a bag of carrot sticks since it had been a while since he ate his dinner. 

As you were doing so, the door to the viewing room opened and you spun your head to see - as you expected - one of the producers. “Y/n, you’re needed now”. 

“Alright. I’ll be there in just a minute”. 

You quickly gave Asher his carrot sticks and got him to settle on a chair with his ipad so he should have been fine there for a while, however, you didn’t feel comfortable just leaving him alone the way he was. You had hoped that someone around you would be available, but one look at Hook made you feel… reluctant. 

As funny as it was that he called your son ‘that’, you shamedly didn’t have much faith in his babysitting abilities, and you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. 

But in all honesty, you didn’t care too much. You were sure he wouldn’t let anything bad happen which was all you needed to know, and taking another look at Asher, he seemed pretty absorbed in his game so… 

“Hey, Tyler”, you called and he raised an eyebrow up at you. “Can you look after Asher for me? I won’t be long and he’ll be good. Thanks. Bye. I owe you”. 

He was in safe hands. 

Rushing to get out of there, you kissed Asher’s head and ran through the door to get to your match, leaving a dumbfounded Hook staring at the empty doorway where you were just standing.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ He thought. 

Hook unfortunately knew absolutely nothing about children and so felt very awkward about the situation he was forced in, however, he thought maybe if he kept completely silent and didn’t move then the kid wouldn’t notice he was there and that his mom had disappeared. 

Of course, that didn’t last long. After a couple of minutes, Asher’s head poked up and looked for his mom but found only the man with the fluffy hair staring at his phone. 

“Where’s mommy?” he asked, which attracted Hook’s attention. 

Here goes nothing. “She’s in the ring. She’ll be back soon”. 

“What’s a ring?” 

“It’s where people go to fight”. 

Asher looked puzzled and tilted his head to the side as if he were a puppy. 

“Mommy said no fighting. That’s not good”. 

“Well your mommy fights. Everyone here fights”. 

“Mommy doesn’t fight”. He began aggressively shaking his head. “Mommy’s a good girl”. 

A smirk turned into a chuckle at the thought of you telling your own child that fighting is naughty and there you were on the screen throwing someone’s head against the padding of a corner post. 

“I think mommy’s cappin’. Look up there”. He pointed to the screen where you were now being thrown onto the canvas with Saraya’s foot making contact with the arms that covered your head. 

Hook had assumed Asher would feel offended that you had lied to him yet think what you were doing was cool like he had when he first saw his dad wrestle, but when he looked over, what he feared would happen, happened. He was never good with kids so making one cry caused him probably the most panic he’s ever felt, even more than when he’s been pinned and desperately tried to find an outing. 

“Hey hey, kid, don’t cry. Your mom’s fine. She’s not getting hurt”, he said, rushing to Asher’s side, crouching to his level and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

“I don’t like it”. 

Asher’s whines alone were enough to make Hook’s heart break. What would you say if you knew he’d just made your son cry? 

He needed to fix this before you came back. He needed to fix this now. Fast. 

“Uhh it’s only pretend. It’s not real. They’re just… tickling each other”. 

“Tickling? Why are they tickling?” 

“Because it’s fun. They uh tickle each other until one of them gets too tired to carry on”. 

That’d have to do. At least the tears had stopped now. 

“Mommy being tickled?” 

“Sure”. 

“I want to do that”. He pointed to the TV and stared at Hook with large hopeful eyes. 

It wasn’t his position to start play-fighting with your son, let alone being the one to tell him what you do for a living, but the thought of a little kid wanting him to teach him wrestling made him forget about all that. He wanted to teach your kid the child-friendly version of wrestling and that was what he was going to do. 

“Alright. So have you ever had a tickle fight before?” He nodded. “Well it’s just that but you have to try and get me on the floor and for me to stay there for three seconds. Can you do that?” 

He nodded again with a gigantic smile that brought Hook some pride. He was about to guide Asher to the first move, but he beat him to it, flinging himself at Tyler who in turn flew back and hit the ground. 

His instinct would have been to push him off, but he had to restrain himself from being aggressive. 

In fact, he almost laughed when Asher made a poor attempt to tickle his neck. Three-year-olds were apparently terrible ticklers. 

“One two three”, the small person said, clearly not knowing how long one second is yet with how fast he was, but Hook went along with it anyway. 

“Heeeyyy I want a rematch. I wasn’t ready”. 

Hook surprised himself with how well he was with Asher and how easy it was to get along. It was pretty amusing how innocent and naive he was. He honestly thought that he could tell the kid anything and he’d believe him. 

Whilst ‘fighting’, he also noticed elements of Asher’s appearance and behaviour, small habits that easily resembled you. The little sparkle in his E/C eyes were the complete replica of your own, and the dimples in his cheeks was something he’d seen before many times when you’ve laughed at something someone said. 

There were parts about Asher that didn’t quite match, like the hair colour was completely different to yours which he presumed was from the dickhead ex-boyfriend. However, Hook didn’t hate the way it looked on Asher like he thought it should. It suited him and brought out the good in something wicked. 

He didn’t want to sound like a creep and say he’d been staring at you long enough to notice all these little things about you, but… well yeah he’d been staring. Truthfully, he thought you were a beautiful, sexy sight to behold which is why he was so surprised to see you with a child. 

How had he not noticed? 

How the fuck did you manage to carry that for nine months?! You looked fucking incredible for someone who had given birth and it only gave him another thing to love about you, that you were strong-willed and ambitious enough to make it this far with a baby. 

Again he was pinned to the floor on his front with Asher sitting on his back. If anyone saw Hook in that moment - pretend screaming and waving his arms and legs as if he was struggling - he would probably die of embarrassment. He had a cool reputation to keep up. But with his head facing away from the door, he didn’t notice that you were standing in the doorway enjoying the show from the sidelines. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at this sight for two reasons: you were happy Asher seemed to be having a great time (and would sleep really easily that night), and the smugness you felt seeing Tyler’s complete personality change from what you’ve ever known from him. 

“Ahh you’ve pinned me”, he cried. “Remember the count. Remember the count”. 

Asher giggled and counted to three on his fingers. As much as you wanted to continue watching the cute show, you knew you had to make yourself known. 

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” you called out and both boys whipped their heads to the sound of your voice. 

“Mommyyyyy!” Asher immediately jumped off Tyler’s back and ran to you, tightly wrapping his arms around your legs, a sign of affection which you kindly returned. 

“Have you two been having fun?” you asked. 

“Yeah! Yeah! I just learning wrestling”. 

“Oh really now? And who’s been teaching you that?” 

Asher looked back and pointed to Hook who was now sitting up and leaning against the chairs, running his hands through his hair trying to fix it. 

“Tyler taught you now, did he? How about you play with your cars for a bit and calm down, yeah? I think Tyler’s tired”. 

You and he knew that was all but the truth, but Asher had to come down from his energy surge somehow. 

“You told him? Really?” you asked, walking towards the chairs Hook was pulling himself onto and sitting beside him. 

“In my defence, I didn’t know you were trying to keep him away from fighting and I may have accidentally made him cry”. 

You gasped and your mouth stayed gaped open for a long few seconds before playfully slapping him on the arm. “How dare you make my son cry? You really are cold-hearted. And it’s not that I was keeping him away from it, I just don’t want him growing up thinking he can solve things with aggression. I mean, he still doesn’t fully understand the difference between right and wrong”. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry”. 

You chuckled lightly at his apology. “Don’t be. It was sweet watching him doing what we do”. 

“I thought the same. If he keeps that up he’s looking at a good future career ahead of him”. 

You nodded and watched as Asher so cluelessly played with his cars around the room, occasionally driving the toy cars across both your laps. 

“How do you make it look so easy?” 

The question took you by surprise and you unintentionally scoffed. “Easy? You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” 

“What I mean is”, he corrected, “is that you’re a fucking good-” 

“Language…” 

“Right. Sorry. You’re a great mom, and even though you’ve probably struggled, you’ve had incredible success. I just wanna know how you do it”. 

You took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be a looooong night. “Well… truthfully… I’m a hot mess. I don’t sleep. When I first found out I was pregnant and Asher’s dad left me, I was so sure I’d get an abortion, but then I went to the clinic and had a scan and realised I had a helpless child living inside of me and I wouldn’t let it down by taking away its chance at life. Although at least once a week I stay up all night crying, regretting every life choice I’ve made, when I wake up to this beauty I’m proud to call my son, I become slightly more disgusted with myself that I even dared to think about giving up”. 

You had to force yourself to breathe after that confession. You completely shocked yourself because you’d never really had the chance to talk to anyone about what went through your mind almost on a daily basis and yet here you were, telling Tyler everything in one go as if he were your damned therapist. 

“God I didn’t mean to spill everything out like that”, you told him. 

“Ah  don’t worry. You shouldn’t hate yourself so much for it, though. Can’t imagine what crazy shit- uh stuff you’ve gone through. I bet all single mothers have gone through the same as you”. 

You sent him a heartwarming smile and he sent the same but in smirk form which you never knew was possible without looking like a complete jackass. 

It still wasn’t possible. He looked dorky but you loved it nonetheless. 

“Do you want kids?” you asked. 

“Whoa ask me out to dinner first”. 

You tried to hide the laughter that was begging to come out from that cheesy line with a shake of your head, but you knew it was no use. 

“Me? Kids? Nah. At least not now. I wouldn’t even know where to start with being a dad. I’ve never really been around younger kids being an only child and all. It’s not like I could just drag a wife and kid around with me everywhere I go. I’m not father material”. 

Your heart dropped at hearing his admission, because you yourself had thought the exact same thing when you were pregnant. You remember how frightened you were of being alone or having no one there as the role-model you so desperately needed. 

But how were you to know how rewarding it all was in the end? 

“Well I understand where you’re coming from but you’re wrong. Very wrong. When I walked in here and saw you and Asher, I would have been easily convinced that you’ve been hiding three kids back home. You’d be an awesome dad”. 

“Ha… thanks, but it still feels like it’s off the cards for me. My job just doesn’t work well with having a family. It sucks but it’s the truth”. 

“And what about me? Do you think I teleport from place to place? Of course not. Asher and I take a few days once or twice a month to go home where he sees his friends, and we don’t let the constant travelling stop us from doing the things that mean the most to us. Which goes for you too”. 

Your words truly touched Tyler’s heart. His parents had told him so many times that it was possible to have a family life and still do pro wrestling, but he still never quite believed it. He wanted to be there for his future wife and children whenever they needed him at any time of the day, not just the occasional weekend when he had time off. 

Hearing your story and how you’ve coped with all the madness in your life finally broke that barrier that’s stopped him from believing he had to choose between a career and a family. Tyler was only twenty-four and had a long time ahead of him for his plans, but he knew where he wanted to start his future - well he knew who he wanted to start it with. 

He had no idea how long he’d been staring at you, but he was happy you were staring back. 

‘There it is’, he thought. The same shine in your eyes as the one he saw in Asher’s earlier. It took everything in his willpower not to devour your lips right there and then. Who cares if the kid saw? He’d find out eventually that kissing was quite normal between a man and a woman. 

“Hey”, he began talking, snapping you both out of your trance. “Can you make time in your busy schedule for a date tomorrow? About 12?” 

You bit your lip to prevent you from grinning like some psycho serial killer and managed to nod which brought a broad smile to his own face. 

“That is if I can find another babysitter by then”. 

“Bring Asher along. We can go to the park and get something to eat”. 

Your heart warmed at the thoughtful gesture. “I wouldn’t want to invade your plans with a three-year-old”. 

“You wouldn’t. I promise”. 

“Then yeah. Yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you”. 

“Perfect”. 

Tyler asked for your number which you willingly gave him and he sent a text to make sure you weren’t messing with him. 

“Alright, Asher. Say goodbye to Tyler”. 

Asher turned around and waved to your date. “Bye, Tyleeer!” 

“Bye, Asher. See you tomorrow”. 

“See you tomorrow”, he replied, not fully understanding what was actually happening tomorrow. Sweet. 

— 

When you got back to the hotel, you thought that the roles might have been reversed because you were exhausted from the long day and you could have passed out in the elevator, whereas Asher was straight on the small bed laid out for him and bouncing up and down like it were a trampoline. 

“Hey calm down. It’s time for bed. It’s been a very busy day and it’s very very late”. 

“I want to play wrestling”. 

“We can play wrestling tomorrow with Tyler. I’m sure he’ll play with you again if you bother him enough”. 

“No. I want to play with you”. 

You sighed deeply, just wanting to flop on the bed and let sleep overcome you. It was almost midnight which definitely shouldn’t have been a time a toddler was still awake at, and you were sure he’d end up waking you at stupid o'clock in the morning. 

Maybe one game wouldn’t hurt. He had such a confusing and stressful day. 

“Alright. One time then straight to bed”. 

He giggled before launching himself at you from the bed and you quickly caught him so he wouldn’t drop, but you still pretended to fall backwards on the bed. You were confused as to why Asher was fidgeting so much, but you carried on playing nonetheless and switched positions, rolling him over and throwing yourself over his torso, pinning him down. 

He had to learn to lose the hard way. 

“Nooo! Stop!” he cried. Thinking you might have hurt him, you quickly got off and scanned his face for any sign of pain. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“You doing it wrong!” 

“Wrong? How am I doing it wrong?” 

“That’s not how you do it”. 

“Then tell me how to do it”. 

Now he was sulking. Typical behaviour. You weren’t going to get a word out of him until you knew what he wanted. 

“Let’s just go to bed then”. 

“NOOOOO!” he screamed. 

“You’re tired. Come on”. 

“I not tired! I want to play wrestling!” he crossed his arms. You’d been through this situation before. Maybe if you just slept he would forget about it and go to sleep himself. 

“I want to play wrestling!” he screamed again. 

A lightbulb felt like it turned on in your head at the genius but probably the most logical idea. You hoped he wasn’t asleep yet but there was a slim chance that he was. 

“Heeey, Tyler”, you spoke into the phone. “Can I ask you a real quick question?” 

“You changed your mind already? I thought I would have had at least tomorrow’s date before you decided you didn’t like me”, he responded, his voice slightly muffled through the speaker. 

“Oh, no nothing like that. I haven’t dated in like five years. I need tomorrow. I just wanted to know how you played wrestling earlier”. 

You could imagine the perplexed look swept across his features. “Do I wanna know why?” 

“I think you’ve created Asher’s new favourite game and he keeps saying I’m doing it wrong”. 

“Well, are you tickling him?” 

“Tickling? You tickled him? You?” 

“Yeah, let's not tell anyone”. 

You almost burst out laughing at the all mighty Hook secretly being a softie and embarrassed the way he was then. 

“Oh believe me, I’m going to tell Ricky tomorrow and the word that you’re a secret teddy bear will have reached everyone’s ears before the week is over”. 

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Now go to bed”. 

“Thank you so much. Goodnight”. 

“Night”. 

You felt yourself swooning at his thoughtfulness and you understood why all those girls fawned over him and his unlikely charm. 

“Right. Now I know how to play, how about we start the game again?” 

— 

“Eminem is not better than Snoop Dogg. You’re insane”. 

You snickered, relishing in the satisfaction you had from teasing Tyler. 

“Eminem’s songs tell a story. Snoop Dogg just says a bunch of random shit”. 

“What’s storytelling about two trailer-park girls going round the outside, huh?” 

“Ah you got me there”. 

The three of you were walking down a trail down the side of the park, Asher running ahead of you hitting every tree he could see with a stick. You took a side glance at Tyler who was gazing off into the distance at your son. You thought it was pretty adorable that he was growing a liking to Asher, particularly after the awkwardness he possessed around him when they first met. 

A laugh escaped your lips which drew the attention of Tyle who whipped his head to face you. “What’s so funny?” 

“What happened to the guy who didn’t like kids?” 

“Ah he’s growing on me”. 

“I’m glad. Because he’ll be tagging around to a few of our dates”. 

He stopped in his tracks whilst you continued walking but turned around once you noticed he wasn’t catching you up. 

Had you put him off by inadvertedly inviting a third wheel? 

“What makes you think there are more dates?” 

Oh thank fuck. 

“Well, aren't there?” 

He let out a sly chuckle as you moved closer to him, mirroring his smirk, and he instinctively rested his hands on your hips. 

Tyler felt his fingertips tingle at the touch of you. It was like his hands had finally found their destined home. 

“I guess you’ll just have to find out”. 

His lips captured yours in craving and you felt in the small but powerful gesture all the longing he had for you and your lips. Both yours and his lips massaged each other and your body fell into complete ecstasy. 

Until the little monster ruined the moment… 

“Why are you kissing?” You pulled away and smiled at Asher’s innocence. 

“It doesn’t matter, sweetie. Come on, let’s keep going”. 

“I don’t want to. My legs hurt. Pick me up?”. 

You looked at Asher in disbelief. You’d seen this child practically run marathons without stopping and somehow an hour at the park has him too tired to stand? You weren’t believing it for a second. Besides, as strong as you were, the kid was heavy. 

“You’re too big to pick up now. You’re a big boy”. 

“Pick me uuuuup!” 

“I told you no”. 

Ah there was the grumpiness again, his arms flailing everywhere and foot stomping on the ground. You sent him a stern look that you held for all of five seconds before Tyler decided to speak up. 

“Hey, do you want to sit on my shoulders?” 

“Yeah!” 

Hook knelt down whilst Asher climbed up his back and swung his legs over his shoulders, Tyler’s arms securely holding them in place so he wouldn’t fall backward. 

You rolled your eyes and you all continued walking down the path - with the exception of Asher, of course. 

It was a beautiful sight, you had to admit to yourself, but he was a cheeky mother fucker. 

“You’re a bad influence, you know that?” 

He chuckled at your comment for he knew you were telling the truth, but he loved the drama. 

“First, you make Asher cry, then you teach him wrestling, and now you’re his personal chauffeur. I hope you’re happy”. 

“Oh I’m more than happy, baby”. 

You couldn’t have agreed more. You had hope that this situation would progress into something much more wonderful than it already felt. 

THE END. 

#hook aew #hook x reader #aew #aew fanfiction #hook x you #hook x y/n #hook fanfiction #hook imagine #all elite wrestling #reader insert

[thetypingpup]

Yk, I've had this thought for a long time about dragon Mingi, and idk if it's in anyway accurate to dragons, but I was thinking about ab riding with him, and he's enjoying the sight of you on top of him, but he's also partially in his dragon form; his wings spanning across the expanse of the couch, while his clawed hands rest on your hips, loving to feel the way you use him for your own pleasure; but at some point, you accidentally rub yourself over one of his more soft scales that are close to his v-line, and unbeknownst to you, a dangerously sensitive spot for him, and all it takes is you brushing over it twice before his eyes roll back and he cums hard, growling out curses and cries of your name, and you realize you've unlocked a new level of pleasuring your dragon boy.

I am unwell 🥲

omg this is immaculate. just imagine seeing those dark amber scales tracing the v-line chiseled onto his hips, etched onto the sides of his rippling abdomen. you see his scales glint in the light, a golden sheen tracing the overlapping scales when his hips roll up to meet yours. you're transfixed by the sight, watching where your core meets with his waist every time you sink down on his large cock. you feel every swell and ridge inside you, stretching to take in the knot at the base every time you slide down. you bounce on him at a brisk pace, used to his size, wanting to feel the ferocious power of his size and the fervent pleasure of him filling you to the absolute brim. your half lidded eyes rove upwards, tracing the defined planes of his heaving chest, the large wings that stretch across the back of the couch, and his smoldering emerald gaze fixated on you. you bounce faster on his cock, panting harshly at the stretch and the full feeling of him reaching innermost depths you didn't know existed. the tip of his cock rubs over your sweet spot, the rest of his cock stimulating every tender patch of titillation within you all at once, and you clutch his shoulders, nails digging into the taut muscle. chasing your pleasure, you grind down on him almost deliriously, your clit rubbing over the scales on his belly just beneath his naval. a smooth softness meets with your sensitive bundle of nerves, offsetting the intense bursts of pleasure from within you, making you cry out as your back arches sharply, your body craving more.

you're brought out of your haze of frenzied pleasure when you hear him growl, so sharp and loud it borders on a roar. his hands clutch your waist tighter, claws pressing into your skin, as he brings you down on his cock again. his head tilts to the side, unable to keep upright, and he growls out rough, animalistic grunts as he bucks his hips up into you. smoke puffs from his nose in time with his erratic breathing, his inner fire burning so hot that beads of sweat form atop his furrowed brows.

"fuck, don't stop don't stop don't stop." he chants through clenched teeth, keeping you sheathed on his cock and just grinding against your silken heat, pressing himself against your points of pleasure while your clit rubs over his scales. deep, bellowing growls rise in his throat and rumble in his chest. his wings flutter and flap behind him, making him arch off the couch. it's intense, so intense that tremors overtake his entire body as he cums, unexpectedly and uncontrollably. a flood of liquid heat pours into you in spurts, heated spurts of seed amplifying your pleasure. your own eyes roll back as you tighten around him in spasming pulses, milking his orgasm right from him while your own pours down his length in clear rivulets of ecstasy.

"that..." he tries to pant, struggling to catch his breath, "felt really really good."

"i could tell." you chuckle, your chest heaving and your heart racing so fast you can feel it, even as you remain perched on his cock. neither of you move, trying to come down from such an intense high, feeling that he's still hard and still pulsing inside of you.

"want me to do it again?" you offer with a tease, your hand meandering down to those soft scales you were just grinding against.

"i need a few minutes." he waves your hand away, far too sensitive for such contact right now, before sitting up to meet your gaze with a smirk, "but yes, we're definitely doing that again."

#ateez smut #ateez mingi smut #ateez x you #ateez x reader #mingi x you #mingi x reader #dragon!au #never thought of dragons this way but yknow what #this is elite i love it

[amaya-writes]

Hi Amaya!

I don't know if you've already gotten. One of my previous requests but I'd like to send another one in, if you don't mind.

Could you write a one shot with Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, from Classroom of the elite?

I'd really appreciate it if the reader could be kept fem! And the one shot was fluff/angst, but it's ultimately up to you.

Have a nice day/night/afternoon!

Notes: I haven't written for Ayanokouji in forever omg so I just had to do this!

Warnings: slight angst, reader doesn't realise she's being used

Characters involved: Kiyotaka Ayanokouji

Fem reader, you/yours

He tried ignoring your advances, Kiyotaka really did.

At first it was easy to simply drop a small peck or two on the crown of your head as you shifted impossibly closer to him. But you were just so needy.

"Kiyotakaaa."

The way you whined his name made the boy in question sigh as he felt you shift beside him, but he still mustered the energy to lock eyes with you.

"You're behaving weird today."

Your proximity made it easy for him to feel your skin heat up at his words, but your sudden embarrassment unfortunately did nothing to trump your neediness.

Instead, you shifted your hands from their previous position on his chest to cup his cheeks as you planted one peck after the other across his face.

"I miss you."

"I'm right here."

Your nose wrinkled in annoyance at the reply. You tried to hide it, but Kiyotaka could see the way your mannerisms shifted from playfulness to a sudden sense of discomfort.

You were getting offended. And that was never a good thing.

A soft hum left his lips as Kiyotaka shut the laptop that had been resting on his lap for the past hour, allowing it to fall onto the mattress as his hands shifted from the keyboard to the nape of your neck.

"You have me now. So, what did you want?"

Your lips morphed into a wide smile as you winded your arms around his neck. Your nimble fingers trailed through his hair, no doubt ruining his style, but Kiyotaka couldn't have voiced his annoyance even if he wanted to, for your lips were on his a moment later.

You weren't a bad kisser.

In fact, most would probably consider you a very good one.

Your lips moulded against his almost perfectly and the way you occasionally tugged on his bottom lip would have probably arose others.

You knew how to use your hands too, and carded your fingers through his hair in a calming manner that would have Kiyotaka melting in your grasp if he actually liked you.

But he didn't. And he wasn't one to lust either. Which was why your perfect kisses were nothing but a nuisance to him.

As you pulled away for air and trailed soft kisses down his neck it was clear you couldn't catch on to his true feelings. After all, if you were smart enough to read people Kiyotaka would have never picked you over the other Class A girls.

He felt almost robotic as Kiyotaka dropped one of his hands to circle your waist, the other shifting from your neck to cheek as he planted a kiss of his own on your lips.

It was chaste and lacked the arousal staining your every touch, but the gesture was enough to make a stupid smile tug on your lips.

You were buying his lies. Perfect.

"Don't you have a study session to get to?"

Your eyes comically widened at his question. The sight made Kiyotaka let out a small scoff as he watched you reach for your phone and mutter soft curses when you noticed time.

"Shit you're right. Bye hun."

You shifted to drop one last peck on his cheek before collecting your things and hurriedly racing out of his bedroom.

A soft sigh tumbled from his lips as Kiyotaka watched the door slip shut behind you.

He was free. Finally.

Kiyotaka's slight smile shifted to display his real annoyance as he turned towards the discarded laptop.

If he knew pretending to be romantically invested with you would be this tiring Kiyotaka would have opted for other methods to draw information from you.

But alas, there were only so many ways to best Class A, and none of them could be accomplished without insider intel.

He needed you. The realisation drew yet another sigh from him.

"Only a few weeks."

Kiyotaka clicked his tongue as he muttered the words, watching his laptop hum to life to display the recording app he had set up in your phone.

If circumstances hadn't forced him to be apathetic, perhaps Kiyotaka could come to actually love you. But for now you were nothing but a pawn dressed up in his queen's garbs.

And Kiyotaka couldn't wait to get rid of you.

#classroom of the elite #mastermind kiyotaka #kiyotaka ayanokouji #ayanokouji kiyotaka #ayanokouji x you #kiyotaka x reader #kiyotaka x you #classroom of the elite kiyotaka #kiyotaka fluff #ayanokoji x you #ayanokoji x reader #ayanokoji kiyotaka #ayanokoji x fem reader #ayanokoji hcs #classroom of the elite x you #classroom of the elite x reader #ayanokoji oneshot #classroom of the elite oneshot #classroom of the elite fanfic

[plentyoffandoms]

Hey boo!

I've been obsessing over this song and I feel like you would be able to create an amazing smut piece from it.

I would, of course, love it to be Hook or Ricky, but any wrestler could work.

Main Masterlist ♡ Wrestlers Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist

LIKE YOU MEAN IT (18+)

Hook x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. P in V. Unprotected sex. Outdoor sex

Gifs and photos do not belong to me: 1st gif @junglehooks

Requested by @wwenhlimagines . I hope you like it.

Tyler - Hook

Red wine and roses

Sugar-coated

Your carousel spin me round

Round, round, round

The two of us were sitting on the balcony of our hotel room. Looking up at the night sky, we could see the stars clearly out here tonight.

It was a perfect night. The moon was shining down on us, and I swear I saw a shooting star, but that could have been just my imagination as her pussy was squeezing my cock just perfect way.

My hands gripped her hips as she leisurely moved up and down atop of me. Her hands gripped my shoulders to steady herself.

We both know we

Don't want us, oh we

Inside, we're screaming so loud

Loud, loud, loud

I am biting the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning loudly, not wanting to alert anyone who may be out here, looking up at the night sky.

I didn't want them to see her, how I should only see her, but she was making it hard for me to stay quiet.

"Come here." Was all I said as I placed my hand at the nape of her neck and brought her lips to mine for a heated kiss.

The two of us moaning into the kiss, finally being able to make some type of noise.

When the horns start playing, and you can't stop shaking

The bloodlust runs to your cheeks

Then your mind starts racing, and your bones start aching

It's time to let him know what you need

"Tyler, I need you." She whimpered against my lips as she pulled back, her pace slowing down even more.

"I'm right here, baby." I told her as I sat up and started to kiss and bite her neck, working my day to her chest.

"Please." Was all she said.

"I got you, baby."I pulled my cock out of her, I flipped us over so her back was now on the lounger. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped her legs around my waist.

Fuck me like you mean it (like you mean it)

Make me believe it (me believe it)

Walk the wire, it's alright

I gripped my cock and slapped it against her pussy, making her shiver. She knows what is going to happen. "Be quiet for me, baby, and I'll reward you."

She didn't have time to cover her mouth as I slammed into her, fucking her hard and fast.

She was biting by shoulder, trying to keep quiet, and I swear she broke skin, but I didn't care.

Not with the way her whole body was gripping me oh so tightly.

Love me like you need it (like you need it)

'Cause I can feel it (I can feel it)

Take it higher, show me why

I fucked her all over this balcony, just not caring anymore if we got caught. I fucked her through each orgasm I was able to pull from her body.

I knew she was getting tired, as she slumped over the table, but never once said the safe word.

She wanted me to fuck her until she passes out or says our safe word.

Keep my composure

I think it's over

Her cherry lips knock me down

Down, down, down

We are now on the lounger once more, her atop of me as I fuck up into her. Our bodies were sweaty, but I just need a couple more minutes. I am so close. So very fucking close.

Take it slower

Getting closer

But then, she lets out a sound

Sound, sound, sound

But then, it was like a dam burst inside of her. She cried out my name loudly. It seemed to echo in my ears.

Her body went stiff, as her pussy squeezed my cock for the final time tonight.

She collapsed against me, just as I groaned her name, trusting sloppily into her as I came.

The two of us hold onto one another as we catch our breaths.

I bring my lips to hers and gently kiss her, and she tiredly kisses me back.

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @crowleysqueenofhell

#aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #reader insert #female reader #hook aew #hook imagine #hook smut #hook fic #hook fanfiction #hook x reader #hook x y/n #hook x you #hook x female reader #hook x f/Reader #wrestler x reader #wrestler x female reader #wrestler x f/Reader #wrestler smut #wrestler imagine

[col0nge]

thinking about chase and how every time he's excited about something he's done he jumps up and down yelling "i did it i did it i did it!!!!"

something about that makes me think he did it when he asked someone out for the first time

#crying i love him so much #chase davenport #chase davenport x reader???? #chase davenport x you #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport imagine #headcanon #lab rats #lab rats x reader #lab rats elite force #x reader #soft #fluff #cute

[reggies-eyeliner]

THE CLASSIC MATCHUP - @littlelilbun

THE "HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU" COUPLE

#now playing ... video games by lana del rey!

miguel o'hara had never been big on physical touch. or talking. or purposefully making funny jokes. he actually wasn't a big fan on a lot of things. the only person he really regularly talked to was lyla, but that was only because he had to in order to get things going in the spider society-- but someone he could never find himself pushing away from was you. at first, being completely honest, he'd been so busy with monitoring the whole spider society that he'd neglected to realize that you and lyla were attached at the hip. both of you got along great, both having similar wardrobes and the occasional matching sunglasses. what began with conversations with solely lyla, even after work hours, ended with miguel joining in with the occasional wry joke every now and then. that slowly began to grow more into full fleged conversations with the three of you, and you and miguel had created a bond that seemed to be just about unbreakable.

he isn't big on romance, he likes to think, because he doesn't have the time for it. sometimes miguel says the words "the fate of the multiverse" and you and peter b. look at each other and snort a little, but sometimes you see the the corner of his lips twitch.

the first time miguel o'hara does anything remotely romantic is in battle, when some random universe's doc ock decides that you'd be the perfect victim. you weren't awake for most of it, but lyla tells you that miguel had practically dropped everything to save you, refusing to acknowledge the possibility that you wouldn't make it. he had stayed at the hospital every night to look after you, and every day grew into a week into two weeks before you were discharged, and during that time, both of you talked like there was no tomorrow.

when miguel actually realizes that he's in love and he's not having some sort of allergic reaction, he kind of sneaks in a small, quick question, even leaning against the wall to sound extra casual to lyla, "hey uh what's that new album taylor swift released" and lyla drops everything because . why is this man even asking this question . but it doesn't take long for her to connect the dots, and realizes that he wants to know more about your interests and what you like. lyla tells you, obviously, and fortunately, things progress from there.

once you two are actually together, miguel treasures lazy saturday mornings and cozy friday evenings. he even loves the "i'm so exhausted i might die" monday mornings on his way to the spider society, because he's with you. if you struggle with anxiety, while he might not know the best thing to do at first, he'll talk you through it every step of the way. but he won't ever pity you or see you as something broken, he sees you as someone who's deserving of respect, and most importantly, love.

oh man this guy starts keeping an extra hair tie on his wrist for you, or he literally keeps make up wipes in his storage cabinet (he asked peter b advice on what he keeps on hand for his wife 😭<33), and he definitely thinks it's awesome that you're studying six languages, and he'll also definitely ask you about it !! also he loves holding you while sleeping beacuse if a man is touch starved it's him

RANDOMIZED TROPE:

" SHARING A BED "

-> within two weeks of dating, miguel o'hara has realized a lot of things, mainly being that you thrive on physical touch-- something he's tried his best to shake himself away from. but as he watches you, arms opened wide for an embrace laying on a hospital bed after a particulary taxing day fighting doc ock, his heart stutters. slowly, hesitantly, he takes your hand, lying down beside you. he immediately warms up to your embrace, letting your head fall to his chest. lyla takes photos<33

a/n: thank you so so much for the request!! i am so so sorry that this took so long!!! if i missed anything please let me know >:D!<3 i hope you're doing alright + things are going okay for you!! remember to hydrate and eat well, take care!!!

#ellie's.matchups<3! #AGAGHSGCGGHH you seem so sweet thank you for requetsingAJHSH #you have . elite music taste #oh man i remember reading your ask being like IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER BWHAJAH #take care >:DD!!! #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x reader #scheduled!

[gorgeys]

So Naive (Carla Roson x Reader)

Carla overhears Guzman talking about you and has to remind him of his place…

Gif Imagine

Carla Roson x Fem!reader

Part 2

1470 words

Carla walked into class, heading for a seat in the back when she overheard Guzman talking to Ander.

“You’re not gonna believe who I was with last night,” Guzman said, wearing a cocky smile and confidently leaning back in his chair.

“Who?” Ander asked, clearly a bit distracted by his phone.

“Y/N,” he bragged, crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk.  Ander immediately stopped scrolling, turning his head toward Guzman.  He searched his face for any sign of a lie, but could only find an immense pride.

Carla also paused mid stride beside Guzman’s desk.  His eyes had an arrogant glow, a medal of honor he now possessed for cracking Y/N’s vain and snobby shell.

Y/N was known to be lusted after by everyone, but rejected every advance.  Everytime someone approached her she always led them on, made them believe they had a chance, before embarrassing them with a snarky act or remark.  She took pride in feeling bigger and better than those she surrounded herself with.  Carla had seen it many times.  

Y/N knew how expensive she was so she wasn’t going to let anyone handle her carelessly.

“Did you guys…” Ander trailed off.  Guzman quickly understood what he was implying.

“3 times,” he gloated, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as he held up his last three fingers.

“No fucking way,” Ander exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes fucking way,” Guzman laughed a conceited laugh, his mind replaying the images of the previous night.  Carla didn’t realize the sound could irritate her so much.  But she didn’t show it.  She simply chuckled along with him.

Upon her laughter, both Guzman and Ander snapped their heads toward her.  Neither had noticed her before and didn’t know how long she had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

“3 times?” she questioned with a mocking grin.  Ander stared at her blankly while Guzman’s pride faltered for a moment.  He knew Carla and Y/N were casual friends.

Carla stepped toward the desk, planting her hands on the cool surface as she leaned uncomfortably close to Guzman.  Her hair hung around her face, shielding her patronizing expression from onlookers.

“That’s it?” she asked, her minty breath taunting him.

When he was at a loss for words, Carla snickered once more at his dumb expression.  He had never seen the blonde’s eyes look so possessive and dark.

“Yeah, you’re full of shit,” Carla spat, beginning to turn away and take the seat behind him.  But she didn’t get far before he called her back

“I have proof,” he said, grabbing her by the arm.  His tight grip and locked jaw showed how offended he truly was by Carla’s comments.  She stopped, skeptically looking down at him.  “She sent me pictures.”

“What?  Nudes?”  Carla chuckled under her breath.  It was so unrealistic that it was laughable.  Why would Y/N even think about entertaining him?

“Almost,” he said.  Carla would have instantly called his bluff but his look seemed a bit too stern.  This didn’t seem like a joke to him.  She was somewhat inclined to believe him.

“Almost?” Carla furrowed her eyebrows while displaying a sardonic smile.  “What does that even mean?” she asked, shaking Guzman’s hand off of her.

Without a word, Guzman pulled his phone out of his pocket.  Carla leaned over his shoulder as he opened up his text conversation with Y/N.  Ander couldn’t restrain himself and leaned over to get a peek as well.

Sure enough, there were two pictures Y/N had sent, back to back.  Guzman clicked on the first one and Carla couldn’t hold back a small smirk.  Even if they were in Guzman’s hands, the sight of Y/N was too good not to enjoy.

There was that familiar shiny skin under the glow of red LED lights, only covered by a red lace lingerie set that perfectly complimented her skin tone.  She had taken a mirror selfie, her top half facing the camera while her bottom half was slightly turned, showing off just a little bit of her ass. 

The shot ended around her shins, showing off her gorgeously long legs and cut off at her neck as to ensure she was unidentifiable in case the photo fell into the wrong hands.  But Carla would’ve recognized that body anywhere, not to mention the silky hair that fell past her shoulders.  Just looking at it, Carla felt as if she could smell coconut conditioner that made her hair so lush.

Even though Carla had memorized every single sculpted curve, the raw beauty of Y/N always stole the breath from her lungs.

Guzman swiped to the next picture and Carla’s eyebrows instantly shot up in surprise, her smirk growing into a shit-eating grin.  That pose was probably her favorite.  Y/N was lying on her stomach over her cream bedsheets, the same red lace barely covering her.  She held the phone a little over her shoulder, allowing her to get some sideboob action, but mostly her arched back and ass.  The lack of face left Carla to imagine her puffy lips and sinful look in her eyes.  It felt like an addictive high every time she even imagined Y/N in such a state.

“So she sent you that one?” Carla said, nodding at the picture, obviously unimpressed.

“What?” Guzman asked, clearly confused by Carla’s knowing smile.

“It’s old.  She sent me that one ages ago,” she said, pulling her phone out of the waistband of her skirt.

“No, but she was-”

“It’s cute that you think she’d do that just for you,” Carla giggled.  “So naive,” she said shaking her head.  Her finger scrolled through her photo gallery until she found the folder titled Y/N.

“Don’t be jealous, Carla,” Guzman lamented, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest once more.  “Like hell she’d send them to y-”

“Holy shit,” Ander mumbled under his breath as Carla showed the boys one of the more recent photos Y/N had sent her.  Watching both pairs of eyes pop out of their heads like cartoon characters was the best feeling Carla could ask for.

It was a mirror selfie of Y/N topless.  Although her free arm was draped over her chest, covering her nipples and pushing her breasts up, it didn’t leave much up for imagination.  Her face was painted in reds and pinks as she had taken the photo before she left to attend an elegant fundraiser her parents were hosting.  Her hair was still slightly wet from her shower, making it slightly curlier than usual as it covered her ears and the corners of her eyes.  She enchantingly stared into her own reflection, lips slightly parted.

It was taken in an effort to tease Carla, who she would see at the fundraiser, and ended with the two of them pushed up against a wall in the bathroom.  Y/N knew the curves of her bare shoulders leading to her breasts and her hips drove Carla crazy.  That’s why most of the photos of Y/N in Carla’s phone were quite indecent and couldn’t be exposed, especially not to Guzman and Ander.

Guzman was simply speechless.  He looked up at Carla before reverting his eyes to the last time he’d ever get see Y/N even close to naked.

Carla felt the boys had enough time to ogle once Y/N made her entrance just before the bell rang.  She stuffed her phone back into her waistband as Y/N spotted her, instantly making a beeline for.  Y/N walked past Guzman without a glance, even though she could feel his pressing stare.

“Hey, baby,” Carla greeted her, using the nickname since they were being watched so intently, although it was usually reserved for when they were alone.

“Hey, Carla,” Y/N replied.  Carla wrapped her arm comfortably around Y/N’s waist while Y/N leaned into Carla.  Y/N brushed the blonde’s hair behind her ear to leave a chaste kiss in the spot where her jaw met her ear lobe.

The two walked to their seats behind Guzman and Ander as the teacher began her lecture.  Guzman peered back at Carla, his shock morphing into anger.  All he received was an insultingly cold smile that made his blood turn to ice.

Carla wasn’t concerned with him for much longer as she had already deemed herself superior.  She had enough time to gloat and now it was time to get down to business.

Carla leaned over to Y/N.  She violently tugged her closer by the collar of her blazer, allowing her lips to barely graze against Y/N’s ear.  A shallow breath escaped Y/N’s lips.

“Guzman told me about last night.  You’re gonna pay for it tonight.”

Kinda tempted to make a pt. 2…

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[bumblesimagines]

"Did you just show up conveniently, or is this another act in your never-ending drama?"

"Do they even know how much energy you're spending on their behalf?"

- Valerio Montesinos

"Did you just show up conveniently, or is this another act in your never-ending drama?"

"Do they even know how much energy you're spending on their behalf?"

pronouns:

"How many people did you invite, Rebe? It was supposed to be a small gathering amongst friends, not the whole damn school!" You watched the steady wave of students flow into your house, some faces familiar and others strangers. They tossed aside their belongings and made a mess of things as they roamed around the house, swaying to the music and drinking whatever they could get their hands on.

"Come on, (Y/N)! It's your 18th birthday." Rebeka cackled with glee, practically bouncing on her heels. "I promise this'll be a night you'll thank me for."

"Yeah, tell yourself that tomorrow when you help me clean up this mess." You sighed heavily and turned away from the protesting brunette, heading deeper into your house and praying your classmates behaved themselves.

"(Y/N)!"

"Ugh, fuck." You groaned and ran a hand over your face. The party was a headache you could nurse with beer, but an snobby ex-girlfriend? Nothing could nurse that sort of headache. You turned on your heel and regarded the blonde with lifted brows.

"We need to talk."

"We've talked already. You ditched me for your ex and the new kid and now one of them is gone. Go crawling back to Polo if you're lonely, Carla."

"Ooh, ouch." And the night got shittier. Your jaw clenched involuntarily at the mere sound of Valerio's voice. The boy had been a thorn in your side since he'd set foot in the school. From his constant pestering to his dealing to the way he never seemed to shut up, he got on each and every single one of your nerves. Even his sister looked exhausted of his molly-induced antics.

"Not now, Valerio." You groaned again and turned away from the curly-haired boy but he simply followed you through the crowd of bodies hanging around. He quickened his pace and slung an arm around your shoulder, one you quickly shoved away. "Did you just show up conveniently, or is this another act in your never-ending drama? You gonna try to sell me something? Or are you gonna swoop in, try to be a knight, and make a fool of yourself as always?"

"Someone's in a mood." Valerio whistled, whisking away a cup of god-knows-what from someone's hand and tossing a wink at them when they complained.

"Just fuck off."

"Have a drink, my angel." Valerio grinned cheekily and stepped infront of you, pressing the cup against your chest. He leaned in, bumping his nose against yours with twinkling eyes. "And happy birthday."

"Whatever." You muttered and took the cup from him, sparing him one last annoyed glance and slipping further into the crowd. Valerio watched you go with a small smile, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Stepping out of the crowd with her fingers wrapped around a pretty glass cup, Lu eyed her brother with raised brow and stepped closer. She followed his line of sight and snorted, shaking her head with a pitiful frown. "Do they even know how much energy you're spending on their behalf?"

"No." Valerio muttered. "But they'll see it eventually."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x female reader #x female y/n #x fem reader #x gender neutral reader #elite #elite x reader #elite x male reader #elite x female reader #elite x gender neutral reader #elite x you #valerio montesinos #valerio montesinos x reader #valerio montesinos x male reader #valerio montesinos x you #valerio elite #valerio montesinos x female reader #carla rosón caleruega #lucrecia montesinos

[dipplinduo]

Fun fact about me: April 18th is my birthday! :)

And part of what I wanted to do to celebrate this year was to give back. Introducing * ~ a dipplinshipping birthday oneshot ~ * :

Rating: T

Summary:

Today was Kieran's birthday, but it was the last thing that mattered to him. In fact, he vowed it would never matter to him again. Instead, he would focus on things that would keep him strong: his battling, his strategizing, and his crown as the Blueberry Champion. His sister and the Elite Four won't stop asking him random questions, though, and if anyone brings up Juliana any more than they already have since she arrived as an exchange student, he's seriously going to lose it. But...why can't he stop thinking about her? And why is everyone acting so suspicious?!

A bittersweet birthday celebration fic for anyone who's had complicated feelings about their birthday. <3

Take this as a thank you to all of those who have followed my work and/or my Tumblr blog. I wouldn't have imagined having the support of this wonderful community on my last birthday, and I can't even begin to describe how encouraged and inspired I have felt to write since finding you guys. I have never written this much for this long, consistently, and your constant feedback and comments seriously brighten my day more than Juliana brightens up Kieran, LOL. Hope you enjoy this! <333

(And yeah, this fic is the "event based idea" that this poll was about. I thought it was so funny that some of you thought it was gonna be some devastating angst LMAOOOO. That's for after TTPD releases, tysm for the bday gift Taylor.)

#I legit was gonna go a bit of a wholesome route for S&S D but y'all said “nah” so I said “bet” and wrote Chapter 18™ instead #anyways #on a real note #seriously tysm for all the love & kind words & support #I hope this brings you some of the happiness you all constantly bring me #<3333 #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran #I had fun with some references see if you can spot 'em all #now Im gonna run to bed #I have a busy day ahead of meeee #bye for now!! <3 #also yes I did lowkey contemplate teal mask Kieran instead #but my bias is allowed for today LMAO #what can I say #indigo disk Kieran is just elite #plus its fun to have the rest of the blueberry squad there #oKAY NOW IM SIGNING OFF BYEEEE #wouldnt be a dipplinduo post without me going back to edit tags #catch me editing typos later too lmfao #yes TTPD release technically falls on my bday in the time zone im currently in #will never ever shut up about that

[lightdustchild]

PLEASE MAKE AYANOKOJI TRYING TO TEACH TO HIS GF BUT SHE IS LIKE JUST FLIRTING WITH HIM AND HE IS LIKE "GIRL PLS FOCUS" (on respectful way like he is normal for once and like they have a good relationship, he loves her and SHE loves him) PLS I BEG U 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Focus

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"Focus..." Ayanokoji mumbled as you gripped his arm your pencil laid off to the side body pressed against his as he had a study guide out for you. You laughed softly and kissed his cheek then nose and then forehead but never kissed his mouth. "y/n" he said lifting your head up his finger under your chin. "You need to focus on studying unless you want to fail." He said and you huffed and giggled before nodding. When you face forward you layed your hand on his leg fingers creeping up. He caugh your fingers with his hand and gave you a pointed look as he sighed "I swear you are hopeless" he mumbled. "Hey whats that mean?" You said before grinning "Fine I'll pay attention!" You said and grabbed your pencil.

Your fingers then slowl-

"I give up. You can't focus."

"yes I can!"

"No you can't."

"....I love you"

Sigh "I love you too..."

#x reader #classroom of the elite #ayanokoji #ayanokoji x gender neutral reader #ayanokoji x reader #ayanokoji x you #fluff #comedy #ayanokoji x female reader

[midwestmade29]

Tease 😎

To Anonymous: Thanks for your request! Gotta love EVP Matthew 😏 I hope you like it 🖤 Word count: 1,613 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF by: Me 🙂

Original anonymous request: Can I request the prompt “You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” with EVP Matt Jackson? Smut if possible.

Disclaimers: Teasing (sexually), oral sex, cursing. Read at your own discretion.

100% pure fiction

Your EVP is not pleased with your misconduct...

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if it happens again there will be a hefty fine. You’re lucky I caught you instead of Nicholas. My brother’s kind of a hot head,” Matthew explained to his subordinate. He patted them on the shoulder before continuing his decent down the hallway to his EVP dressing room. You were already inside, sitting on the counter of the vanity scrolling through your phone. “Hey baby,” Matthew greeted you with a smile. “Sorry it took me so long. Has Nicholas been by yet?” He walked over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You looked him up and down, admiring how sexy he looked in his black suit. Matthew caught you staring and chuckled, “Like what you see, princess?” “Yes, very much,” you said appreciatively. “But no, I haven’t seen Nicholas yet. Not since earlier when he got “tired of the disrespect around here” and stormed off,” Matthew shook his head and placed his hands on each side of you on the counter. His cologne danced around your nose as he nuzzled his face in your neck, the soft kisses he planted on the delicate skin there made your cheeks flush. You spread your legs to allow Matthew to stand in between them, wrapping your arms around his neck while your hands played with his slicked back ponytail. He let out a low groan when you gave it a tug, his hands now gripping your hips. “I’ve been thinking of those pretty pink lips of yours all day,” he whispered into your ear.  “Oh, really? And what exactly were you thinking about them doing?” you asked coyly. Matthew smirked and pressed his tongue against his cheek before responding, “Well, for starters, I thought about how sweet they taste when I kiss them,” He kissed the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips with his, leaving you a little dizzy when he eventually pulled away. “The other thing I thought about was how good they would look wrapped around my cock,” His gaze was intense, his face covered with desire. You slid your hand down his chest and onto his hard length that was dying to be freed from his dress pants, rubbing it agonizingly slow. “Let me make your second thought a reality,” your voice was low and sweet. You had just undone Matthew’s belt buckle when the door opened, and a disgruntled Nicholas walked inside. You were relieved when he didn’t acknowledge the predicament you and Matthew were in, instead he paced and carried on about Tony Shiavone, “That prick actually thinks I knocked him down on purpose! It’s not my fault he tripped me,”

Matthew buckled his belt and turned around to address his brother, but Nicholas didn’t let him get a word in edgewise! He pressed his back against your chest and your arms were wrapped around him holding him in place while the two of you listened to Nicholas ramble. “We’ll take care of him next week on Dynamite, okay? It’s getting late and I think we’ve handed out enough fines for today. This EVP is ready to get out of here,” Matthew interrupted. Nicholas was about to reject his brother’s wishes, but decided he was probably right. “The chauffer is waiting on us. See you guys in the car?” and with that, Nicholas left the dressing room, leaving you and Matthew alone once again. “That didn’t go like I hoped it would, but there’s always the hotel,” Matthew hinted with a wink. “Ready to go, princess?”

You and Matthew behaved yourselves in the car, keeping your hands to yourselves but stealing a kiss here and there when Nicholas would check his emails on his phone. “The things I want to do to you, princess,” Matthew murmured into your ear. Heat spread throughout your body as you imagined what your EVP had in mind. Nicholas had a room on a different floor than you and Matthew did, so he said his goodbyes and entered a different set of elevators at the hotel. When one finally arrived at ground level, you and Matthew were the only ones on it. He punched in the floor number and up you went, but you weren’t alone for very long. Several people hopped on a few floors up which made the elevator super crowded. You were standing in the corner with your back up against Matthew’s chest, trying to stay close to him and away from the other guests. An idea came to your mind when he wrapped his arm around your waist, and you knew you had to be careful not to make it obvious. You brought your hand behind you, sliding it up his thigh and stopping once you reached your target. At first the contact with his length made him jump, but it didn’t take long for his head to fall back and rest on the wall of the elevator.

 Matthew did his best to keep his composure while you continued to stroke him, only drawing attention to the two of you one time when he cursed under his breath. “I should fine you right here and right now for teasing your EVP like this,” he said through gritted teeth. “Maybe, but this is so worth it,” you replied grinning. The elevator finally arrived on your floor, you grabbed hold of Matthew’s hand and lead him off it and down the hallway to your room. The anticipation of what was to come next both excited you and made you nervous. You walked into the room first, Matthew hot on your heels. When you stopped and turned around, he had already slid his black suit jacket off and had begun unbuttoning his vest, your mouth practically watering as each button came undone. “I want you on your knees in front of the bed, now,” he instructed sternly. You did as you were told with a smile on your face.

You knelt and rested your ass on your heels while you waited for Matthew to make his way over to you. You watched him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down to the floor. His hard length was straining against his boxer briefs, ready to be free. You licked your lips when he stood in front of you, his fingers running through your hair making you to melt into his touch. “Look at you, being a good girl and following directions. If only you would’ve behaved this well in the elevator,” he said in a low tone. “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with that did you? What kind of EVP would I be if I didn’t reprimand that kind of misconduct? I want you to remove your shirt and bra so I can get a good look at that beautiful chest of yours,” Matthew’s eyes remained locked on yours as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a black lace bra. You reached behind your back and unclasped it before sliding it down your arms and exposing your breasts, making Matthew suck in a sharp breath at the sight of them. You were still feeling bold, even after he called you out on your previous behavior, so you decided to mess with Matthew some more. You placed your fingertips on your collarbone and started to slowly drag them down your skin.

Matthew didn’t move to stop you as you continued downwards to your breasts and took one in each hand. You squeezed them and massaged them, biting your lip when you took your nipples in between your fingers and began toying with them. You started to slide one hand down your torso and right before you dipped your fingers under the waistband of your pants, Matthew bent over and grabbed your hand. “I think that’s enough teasing for tonight, princess. Especially when you’re on your knees before me. You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that” his voiced sounded like honey but you knew there was something more behind it. He placed your hand on his boxer briefs, and you knew exactly what you were supposed to do. You pulled on them and slid them down, leaving them in a pool at his feet. You took his tip in your mouth and focused your efforts there for a few moments before taking him in your mouth completely. The way he cursed and panted made your own arousal grow and encouraged you to keep going. His fingers found themselves intertwined in your hair once again, controlling your pace and depth with ease. “God, you love it like this, don’t you? Me fucking your face, leaving you a drooling mess! My beautiful, beautiful girl,”

Matthew’s impending release was evident the faster he moved himself in and out of your mouth. He made sure that you were taking every inch of him, his tip often hitting the back of your throat. His grunts filled the room, and his legs faltered with his last few thrusts right before he came. His seed filled your mouth and slid down your throat in spurts, leaving you both panting when he removed himself from your mouth. A stray tear fell from the corner of your eye and Matthew caught it with his thumb, wiping it away. He helped you stand and cupped your cheek in his hand when you were steady on your feet, “That was amazing baby. You did so well for me, but I’m not done with you just yet. Pants and panties off and then get on the bed. Your EVP demands it…”


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