#fucked up papis colors >:(

[chrollohearttags]

kinktober day nine

character: connie springer

show: attack on titan

kink: anal

word count: 1.9k

content + themes: sex toys (rose, spreader bar, butt plug, anal beads, etc), spit play, fingering, squirting + creaming, choking, reader calls him daddy and papi, baby oil, creampie in a, he is so fucking vocal my goodness, rapper connie/hairstylist reader bc I haven’t written for them in a while.

📝: I hope y’all are still fucking with my kinktober posts. Even though I’m a little delayed with them.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

dating a rapper was not something for the weak. It was one thing you had heard constantly since your time, working as a hairstylist in the heart of Miami. In a city filled with would-be Instagram models and ladies looking for a come up by marrying some famous athlete or musician, you’d hear the horror stories of how their pursuits had gone wrong. Some left with emotional scars from being led on, others left with a child and little to no support from the fathers. It was a mess to say the least. But the same could not be said when the famed artist and one fourth of the Dead Boys Society, Connie Springer aka Prince Cee, entered your salon…or rather you’d say, for the same reasons. From the second he laid his eyes on you, he was smitten. He was rather familiar with your work and asked to come in for a color job and to put some designs on his head to match his nails he had just gotten manicured. You were more than happy to oblige. Thinking that if for nothing else, he’d make great publicity for your business. What you didn’t count on was falling as hard as you did for the artist! From the second he entered your shop, Connie was such a vibe. Sweet, respectful and so hilarious. He had you cracking up the entire time. As a way to thank you on such short notice, he gave you free tickets, extra pay and asked if he could have the honor of taking you to dinner later in the week. Rather forward, but you liked that in a man. Skip almost six months and some change…and that same man who had walked in that day was now yours officially. Caught up in what could only be described as a whirlwind romance turned beautiful relationship, he had changed your life for the better! Traveling, being lowkey and making love to one another when the time permits. Fucking on islands or the at high rise condo you called home.

by far the healthiest relationship you’d ever had and you had no plans of coming up off of him anytime soon. Especially when the things he did to you…no other man could ever dream of. It was almost your one year anniversary and Connie had gone all out planning a surprise. Gifting you expensive jewelry, eternal roses, a stay in the Maldives and the keys to your second salon. Needless to say, you were overcome with joy. And he didn’t leave empty handed either but you gifted him a new chain, grill and watch. Along with a giant gift box full of his favorite things; shoes, designer clothes and ten bands. You loved a little different when you dated in your tax bracket. But perhaps the best gift of all was not any of those but it was what awaited at the hotel. A bed scattered with rose petals, wine and…some other treasures. Ones that he was going to take great pleasure in using on you. Intense kissing ensued the second you got behind shut doors. Clothes being torn off and tongues clashing in a haze of passion. Fast forward and the next thing you know:

“Ooh..fuck. Connie…”

here you were, howling at the ceiling with your legs spread ten inches apart, courtesy of the bar between your ankles with metal cuffs surrounding them. Your wrists lie suspended in the middle of it and you were entirely under his control. Not that you minded too much. Especially when the plethora of sensations he was inflicting on your body hit all at once. Rubbing on those sensitive, erect nipples whilst the steel of his tongue ring scoured all over your delectable little cunt. Repeatedly prodding at your clit and drumming up a trail of creamy arousal, that was currently dripping down to that puckering asshole..which was also a little preoccupied with a bejeweled plug. It was so sexy and Connie was having his absolute way with you. “Don’t worry, mami. Just keep puttin’ it in my face. Imma let you come soon. Lemme’ enjoy this shit a lil’ bit longer.” That drowsy drawl of his instantly causing your privates to thump. It was something about that voice that got you all worked up. Currently sprawled across the bed in nothing more than his boxers and jewelry, Connie grasped your plush thighs with his hands, sucking on those fat lips and folds..purely enjoying the flavor of your essence. “..’Dis pussy so good, baby. Goddamn.” Even so, he craved a little more tonight. It was no coincidence that you were sporting that toy in your other entrance. Because whilst he was having his fill of your sweet sex, he’d work to train that little hole; stretching and stuffing you with a string of beads designed for this, lubing you up and finally, letting you sport that cute plug. Just for his viewing pleasure though, he’d slick that pretty brown skin of yours up with oil. It was like an adult flick, just for his viewing and tasting pleasure. He’d slowly push two fingers into your core, gently working them in and out of your tightness..his hand intermittently slipping between his thighs to stroke his cock. He was getting extremely aroused at the thought of what was to come. Growing far more excited as he thought about getting to explore that pretty little asshole. Puckering and eagerly awaiting him..suddenly, he’d withdraw and drag a trail of saliva along with him, feeding you a kiss to let you get a sample.

“Mmm, damn. Can’t wait to fuck you, baby..can’t wait to fuck that lil’ asshole.” Almost drowsy and drunk off of your essence. Connie then reached over to retrieve the tiny bottle of condensed lubricant to coat himself and your hole. In one fell swoop, he’d shuffle those boxers down his waistline and let his length spring forth. His swollen tip pulsating red and emitting slippery precum as he laid it flat across your slit. Waiting patiently, you’d find yourself huffing in anticipation..wondering how it would feel. He’d done ample prep so now, it was time for the real thing. Spread wide open, (y/n) chewed profusely at your bottom lip as he’d slowly remove that plug; toiling his thumb pad over the entrance.

“You ready f’r this dick, mama? Hmm?..” questioning sweetly whilst slicking you up with a trail of spit. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you want that shit..” and you had no issue doing so. Begging him and whimpering in that sweet little tone. “Fuck me..put that dick in my ass, please..wanna feel you so deep.” It was as you were pleading your case, you’d feel a rather interesting sensation. That swollen member pushing through your tight bundle of nerves, filling you in an instant. Those brown eyes expanded to the width of quarters and your breath hitched within the back of your throat. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt..warm, full and so goddamn good! But you weren’t the only one loving the sensation of your body right now. Tossing his head back, Connie shuddered with only half of his shaft embedded in you. But still stuffing you to the brim..he didn’t know for sure how long he’d last in it, as this was his first time doing anal as well but he’d enjoy every moment! Grasping the backs on your pinned legs, he’d ensure that you were okay for him to start moving and then proceed..

“There we go…just stay still and keep them’ eyes on me, okay?” Those rose petals pressed to your skin as you slicked with sweat and oil, lying there as you allowed him to delve deeper. Starting out with a slow pace, Connie began bucking his hips forward and developing a rhythm. Sucking his teeth to try and grit through it. He didn’t want to bust too quickly and embarrass himself but it was too much..so he’d eventually speed up and gather his bearings. That’s when he’d truly find his footing; fucking you the way he was supposed to!

“Just like that, baby. Just like that..feel good, mama? Yeah, you gon’ come for me, ain’t you?” Cooing whilst slipping a thumb between your lips. Nodding with a pathetic whimper. “Yes, papi. Keep fucking me..that dick feels so good in my ass.” “And you takin’ that muhfucka’ so good, baby. Shit…”

encouraging you as he could feel himself swelling inside of you..growing by the second. He couldn’t take it. Especially when he felt you twitching around his entire shaft and watching that pussy drip with cream from the impact. It was unbelievable how wet you had gotten from getting your asshole pounded. Those strokes turned from gentle and repetitive to fast and sporadic. He couldn’t stay still any longer nor could he feign off his urges to fuck you like an animal! Grasping for both your bars and the headboard, he’d free your wrists from the confines with one click, only to prompt you to use them elsewhere. “Grab that toy, baby. Play with that pussy real quick. Know she wet as hell f’r me.” Not even halting to give you the instructions. Only digging deeper and deeper. Grasping for the pink rose device, you’d make haste in clicking the on switch as you placed the suction part directly on your clit. The zaps of vibration combined with that euphoric fullness had you ready to shoot from the bed but alas, you weren’t done quite yet and neither was he! Those hazel eyes glaring down at you in absolute adoration as he whispered sweet nothings over your lips. Telling you how pretty you looked, how you were his good girl and that he loved you so much. Constantly rumbling on without a single breath. He was running on pure adrenaline and just at the moment; knowing that his impending climax was near.

“Fuck…fuuuuck me. Yes, stretch this ass. Don’t stop, please..”

“Not ‘till I nut all in this bitch, baby. Not till I fill you—“

at that very moment, his inflated words came to a halt and you’d watch as Connie’s face began to contort in pleasure. You knew he had just broken stride and next thing you knew, he’d halt in his tracks, but those warm strings began pumping into you, just as he promised. Stuffing you with ropes full of cum. It was the best thing you’d ever experienced. Shortly thereafter, that rose would bring you to your peak and a stream of squirt shot up against his abs. Finding yourself flailing around in pure bliss. Reality seemed to have faded for both of you in that split second, but you’d come back to as you basked in the afterglow together. Caressing the side of his face, (y/n) pulled him..

“I need a kiss. C’mere.” Shoving his tongue into your jaws as he clutched a hand around your throat. Hands down, this was the best night of your life. One you’d cherish for a long time.

“Happy anniversary, ma. I love you.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

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[donatellawritings]

How would rafe react the first time you call him papi? I feel like it’d be a surprise because he’s never been called that before!!

already elaborated on this for sweetheart!reader so here is americana!reader bc she’s a cutie patootie <3

rafe cameron absolutely loved calling you pet names, and he had a laundry list of names he’d found himself calling you by: pretty girl, mama, baby, princess, angel, kid — the lists goes on and on. he reserved calling you by your full name for when he had to command your attention, it let you know whether or not he was upset with you. however, you’d been used to calling him by his first name, but there was a part of you that hated how not-romantic it came off, you wanted a pet name for him, because he was yours and you felt as though he should have one. i mean, sure, sometimes the name rafey fell from your lips, but you felt it was a lazy nickname and a bit too boyish for the man you call your lover.

you didn’t even realize that the new pet name for rafe had subconsciously slipped off of your tongue as you bent down to greet rafe with a chaste kiss to his pink lips, “hi papi,” you smiled, completely missing the way rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sound of his new name. frankly, he didn’t know where the fuck that came from, but he wasn’t questioning it either, he thought it was hot. catching onto rafe’s silence, you slightly pouted, your head cocked to the side as you parted your sticky and glossed lips to speak, “did i- did i do something wrong?” you questioned, your doe eyes cutely widening with feverish panic as rafe ran his hand through his greasy curtain bangs with a breathy and flustered chuckle.

bringing his gaze to meet yours, rafe shifted his hips as he leaned back into the couch, “papi? that’s new,” he questioned, his flexed arms crossed over his chest as you blinked with realization.

“oh! yeah, do you like it? s’just that you’re older than me, so i feel kinda stupid calling you baby,” you reasoned aimlessly, walking towards rafe as you carefully straddled his lap, your denim skirt riding up the curve of your plush ass as rafe nodded with a smirk playing on his handsome face. with an exasperated sigh, you bite back a blushing smile as you catch rafe’s eyes staring at your mouth, “do you really like it?” you press, suddenly overwhelmed and feeling a bit too vulnerable due to the externally close proximity between you and rafe.

“i love it, princess — it sounds even better than daddy,” he teases, nudging your tummy with his ringed finger, before sliding his hand up to the base of your throat, wrapping his long fingers around your neck in a gentle hold, “s’that what you think i am? m’your daddy, huh pretty girl?” he coos in a mocking tone, his lips pulling into a subtle pout as you nod, licking over your swollen lips as rafe watches you with lowly hung eyes.

with a cheesy smile, you nodded, “rafey, come on,” you whined.

“tell me, mama — who takes care of you?” rafe cooed, his handing gripping your throat just a bit tighter.

with a shaky inhale, you watched as rafe unbuttoned his khakis with his free hand, your mouth watering as he reached his hand beneath the waistband of his boxer, “you,” you sighed, licking over your swollen lips.

“who keeps that pretty little smile on that pretty face?” rafe breathes out, pulling his hardened cock out, allowing it to slap against his tight stomach, his thick mushroom tip leaking with sticky pre-cum.

letting out a needy whine, you lift your hips, reaching your small hand down to pull your dainty crème colored lace thong to the side, “you do, papi,” you slowly sink down onto rafe’s length, a throaty moan leaving your parted and puffy lips as rafe filled you to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed right underneath the curve of your plush ass.

staring up at you through his stringy curtain bangs, rafe leans his head back against the couch, gently pushing his large hand against the hardened part of your tummy, smiling in pride as he felt the slight bulge of his tip, “fuck — y’know i’ll always be your papi, princess,” rafe slides his hand to wrap around your back, pulling you into his chest as he slowly fucks his hips up into yours, “m’always gonna take care of my baby,” rafe groans into you ear, relishing in the sound of your squelching pussy as he maintains his disgustingly slow and deep pace, soaking in every sound of your pretty little moans as your nails dig into the side of his neck.

#asks #anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #obx #obx imagine #americana!reader

[ilovepedro]

Muñequita | javier peña x f!reader

Main masterlist

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2k

Summary: Javier comes home from a shit day at work, and puts your free use agreement to work.

Warnings: free use, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), doggy style, papi (daddy) kink, dom!Javi, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, degradation, praise kink, creampie, fluff, after care, reader is female, reader has hair Javier can pull but no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: i cranked this out in like an hour. this literally came out of nowhere, i've just been thinking about Javi a lot. like honest to god this is just the result of me watching too many Javi edits on tiktok and a severe case of Javi P brain rot :P hope y'all enjoy! not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

Sighing as he unlocks the door to your home, he loosens the tie around his neck and tosses his keys onto the counter. He toes off his shoes and kicks them to where yours lay in the foyer. The sound of music and the smell of something cooking catches his attention, pulling him into the kitchen.

The frustration from today dissipates ever so slightly at the sight of you at the counter, preparing dinner. He trudges to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on your neck, eliciting a startled yelp from you.

“Javi! I didn’t even hear you come in, you scared me!” You yell, setting the knife down and turning around in his embrace. He sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Rough day?” You ask, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. He silently responds with a nod as he peppers kisses to the column of your throat. 

Javier isn’t typically one for talking about what’s bothering him. Letting him open up to you at his own pace, you two have an agreement: he can fuck you whenever and however he likes after a hard day.

A moan threatens to spill over your lips as he sucks on the spot just above your collarbone. “What can I do to help, papi?” Asking teasingly as you feign innocence, batting your lashes at him.

He snarls at your words, gripping your hair and drawing you into him. “I think you already know the answer to that, bebita.” He sinks to his knees, hands roaming to the hem of your dress. Your scent intoxicating as he leans in to hike your dress up over your stomach and bunching it up over his head. He groans as he takes in the sight of your bare cunt. 

“No panties, baby? Did you know I was gonna come home pissed off huh? Make sure my meeting went to shit so you’d get fucked like a little slut?” You whimper at his words as you shake your head.

“No, Javi, I swe-,”

You’re cut off with a light smack to your thigh, moaning at the dull sting. “Uh uh. What’s my name, bebita?” Javier growls. “P-papi,” you whimper. “That’s right,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound.

“Look at her, bebita. She’s drooling for me. All from being called a slut?” He rasps against your thighs, his prickly mustache scratching them as he litters kisses along them. Javier doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze together, noticeably clenching around nothing.

A soft bite pulls you from your trance, gasping as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh. “Yes, papi. Wanted to give you something nice to come home to,” you moan, locking eyes with him as his hands roam up to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“My sweet bebita walking around here with no panties on like a good little slut. You go out in public like this or just here, waiting for papi to get home?” 

“Only here, only for you, papi,” you pant, your neediness increasing by the second. Your words elicit a growl from him.

He dives in with no warning, your head swims at the sensation of his tongue on your dripping core. “Oh fuck, papi!” He hums as he laps at your juices, licking a broad stripe up your folds, parting your lips with his tongue. Endless moans stream from your lips as a new wave of slick seeps from your cunt and into his mouth.

He groans at the taste of you, his cock twitching in his suit. “F-feels so, s-so good, papi,” you whine as you toss your head back. The smell of something burning piques your interest, turning your head to the side. The pan you’d left on the stove sends smoke into the air, completely forgotten in the midst of everything. You gently tap Javier’s shoulder. “Papi, d-dinner,” you stutter through your moans as Javier curls his lips around your clit.

Grunting at your words, Javier turns it into a race - betting he can make you cum before the smoke detector sets off. Eager to win, he shoves two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. Your eyes fly open, inhaling a sharp gasp at the unexpected intrusion.

The sting from the stretch is welcomed and so utterly delicious, you clench around them as he relentlessly suckles on your swollen, puffy clit. “Ja- Papi, wait, gotta - hah - gotta turn off the stove,” you whine. He doesn’t relent, in fact, his pace picks up as he laps at your core. His long, thick fingers ruthlessly hitting your g-spot as he fucks them and in and out of you. The smoke permeates the air, your head swirling as your orgasm approaches.

He groans as he feels you clench around his fingers. The vibrations of it sending you crashing into your orgasm.

“Papi!” You scream, seizing up under his hold as you uncontrollably convulse, bucking your hips up into his mouth. Moaning as he drinks up every last drop of your slick. He pulls back, the skirt of your dress slightly falling.

Without moving from his spot, he keeps one hand on your thigh while reaching for the knob on the stove, turning it off before the smoke detector can beep. The smoke slowly dissipates through the open windows as he turns his attention back to you.

A bead of sweat drips from your brow from the combination of the heat and your orgasm. He lets the hem of your dress fall back into place and rises to his feet. His lips crash onto yours. His mustache damp as his chin glistens with your slick, smearing it onto yours. The kiss ravenous and heady, you moan into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“Bedroom, now,” he rasps, grabbing your hand and hurriedly leading you to your shared room.

He nearly throws you across the room as he flings you onto the bed, shucking his suit jacket off in the process.

Drawing him in by the tie, you suck his bottom lip into yours as you fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He fiddles with his belt as you slip off his shirt, tugging his curls in your hands - deepening the kiss.

He helps you tear the dress from your body, your lips still connected. Swiftly unhooking your bra and tossing it on the floor, he growls at the sight of you laid out, stark naked on the bed for him.

You coyly spread your legs, your cunt still wet and sticky from earlier. Flames burning in your core as he removes his briefs. His angry, red cock throbbing as his seed spills over the tip as his eyes blow wide with lust.

He pumps himself in his first, lathering his length in his precum. “Turn around bebita. All fours,” he demands.

You quickly follow his instructions, eager to be stuffed full of him. Propping yourself up on all fours, teasingly arching your back as you wiggle your ass. A sharp smack comes crashing down onto your ass, a loud moan escaping you.

He snarls at your teasing. The bed dips behind you, as Javier settles in behind you. Gripping your hair, he yanks you flushed against his chest. “You gonna be a good girl, baby? Or are we gonna have a repeat of last time?”

The delicious memory of him restraining you to the bed, edging you for hours replays in your head.

Despite how appetizing that sounds, your neediness overpowers your decision making as you’re desperate for him to fuck you.

“Yes, papi, I’m gonna be good, I promise,” you keen as he nips at your ear lobe. “Good girl,” he whispers in your ear, tossing you back onto the mattress.

His girthy, long cock drags along your ass and teasingly prods at your aching pussy. Anticipation bubbles in your tummy as he lines up his length with your entrance. He enters you in one, slow motion, drawn out moans from both of you filling the air along with the squelch of your pussy.

Filling you to the hilt, you pant as he languidly pulls out of you before ramming back into you. You duck your head into the mattress, muffling your moans.

“Uh uh, don’t do that. Look into the mirror and let me hear you, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make for papi,” he says as he slowly begins fucking you.

Turning your head to the side, you catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror. A particularly loud moan escapes you at the sight of him buried in you while he fucks into your sopping cunt, stroking your g-spot. The familiar mouthwatering sting of his cock causes tears to blur your vision.

“M-more, papi, more! Please!” You beg, needing more than the slow pace he’s going at. Suddenly, he’s ramming into you fast and hard, grunting with every thrust against your cervix as your cries fill the air.

“That hard enough for you? You like getting fucked like a slut, baby? Como una muñequita, like my little doll?” His hips snapping into yours, his balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“Yes, papi, yes! Your little doll to use whenever you want, do anything you want with, papi!” You cry out on a choked sob, tears of pleasure streaming from your eyes. A tug of your hair elicits a high-pitched moan from you.

“I’m the luckiest man, bebita. Coming home to my girl cooking for me and letting me fuck her whenever I want, however I want. So fucking good for me, baby. So. Fucking. Good,” he moans loudly, his hips punctuating his words.

“Only for you, papi," you breathlessly whine. 

“That’s right, baby. Only for me. Cum for me, bebita. Wanna see you cum on my cock. Look in the mirror and look how pretty you are when you cum all over my cock, baby. Be a good girl for papi and cum, bebita,” he babbles.

You shift your gaze to the mirror again and the sight of him fucking you along with his words launch you into your climax, screaming as he grips your hips harder.

“Fill me up, papi. Stuff me full of your cum. Want it so bad, need your cum, papi, please,” you sob through your release. 

Thrusts growing sloppy as he fucks you through your high.

"Fuck!" He grunts as he coats your walls with his warm load, dribbling out of you and smearing between your thighs and onto your cunt.

Toppling over you, he remains inside as he rests his weight on top of you. Pants and the smell of sex linger in the air as he softens inside of you. He grunts as he pulls out, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder before padding into the bathroom.

Your limbs feel like jelly as you lay there, pliable and fucked out. Javier returns with a damp washcloth and kneels down to gently clean in between your legs, eliciting a soft hum from you.

He carefully flips you onto your back, delicately swiping at your mound, causing you to hiss at the contact - still sensitive from your back-to-back orgasms. 

“Lo siento, bebita,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on your hip. “Estás bien, papi,” you softly tell him as you run your fingers through his hair. He goes to toss the washcloth into the laundry basket before coming to saddle beside you in bed.

Scooping you up in his embrace, he places a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I meant it, bebita,” his words making you perk up, your brows furrowed as you lock eyes with him, confused as to what he means.

“I’m the luckiest man and I don’t thank you enough, so… thank you, baby. I love you,” he rasps as he gazes into your twinkling eyes. Your features soften at his words, a small smile splaying onto your lips.

“No need to thank me, baby. I’m happy to do anything for you. I love you, Javi,” you whisper, cupping his face and drawing him in for a leisure kiss.

Your lips stay melded to one another’s for a moment until the sound of Javier’s growling stomach interrupts you two. You break the kiss as you burst into a fit of giggles.

“What?!” Javier asks, a smirk playing at his lips at the sound of your laughter. “I knew I should’ve stopped you when we almost burned dinner!” You laugh, playfully swatting his chest. A chuckle rumbles from within him, you lightly bounce on his chest as he laughs.

“We can order something, I know you’re tired, bebita. Don’t worry about it, okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Okay.”

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#javier peña narcos #javi peña #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x female reader #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña one shot #javier peña smut #narcos

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 4!

satan and diavolo ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor and solomon)

small note: last part is here wooh! i apologize i wasn't able to add the others. i just didn't know what to put for theirs bc im big idiot. i might make some of them soon tho! i'll probably make aot headcanons next but there will be delays bc exams are next week 😔 i'll also plan on putting more characters in one post next time so stay tuned!

☆ satan:

- likes friv.com, y8 games and papa games.

- picked up the habit of meowing out of nowhere when he's bored or enters his room. only does it when he's alone ofcourse because no way he'll let others see him like this. (everyone knows he does it they just don't say anything)

- he really liked enola holmes and other movies where it has detectives. it just riles him up more and more and wishes a hard ass case will just appear in the devildom already so he'lll be first in the scene.

- don't get me started on how many times this man has tripped on his pile of books. he never really learned his lesson and just kept the books on the floor because he enjoys watching cats step on each one

- watches mat pat theories with you and levi. that's when he genuinely started gaining interest in games and sometimes fear he'll end up like levi one day.

- before he was able to manage his anger, he used to pull on his hair really hard. he'd have bald spots for years. thankfully he takes care of it now and it's perfectly luscious and soft.

- gets pissed when he sees people leaving pens uncapped like this is a waste of ink

- also gets pissed when his brothers leave the bathroom door open. he'll use his sleeve to cover his hand and close the door like a clean freak (i do the same thing)

- snores really loud when he sleeps on the couch. yes, the couch not his own bed. the couch.

☆ diavolo:

- he finds pleasure in buying a lot of unnecessary stuff. never learns from his lesson and just kept buying little trinkets and giving silly excuses for it.

- "but barbatos! doesn't this pig just look so cute on my office table? look! i even bought 300 packs of those tea leaves you ordered last time! isn't that great :D?"

- "my lord those tea leaves cost 100k grimm each-"

- he loves to spoil people so much it's so insane. you mentioned you like tanghulus? he ordered barbatos to make 20 of them. oh you really liked that furry coat made by a famous designer? he just bought you 5 pairs of it in different colors. your welcome.

- he likes onesies

- takes really long showers as well. he recently caught up to this thing called an "everything shower" and got invested. now he can't go on with his day without using body washes, oils and cleansers. a demon prince always has to be fresh and well maintained.

- he's always very excited to see you so when he rushes for a hug it's required to pick you up. who cares if he gets scolded by barbatos or receives a glare from belphie? you enjoy it and so does he!

- beautiful thick thighs and ass cheeks it makes me go what the fuck papi chulo

- enjoys the idea of cosplaying. doesn't care what he wears as long as gets to go out and dress up as a character. a dinosaur? sure! princess diavolo?! say less!

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[pink-tea]

txt calling you spanish pet-names

☆ rating: sfw, fluff

☆ headcanons !!

☆ hispanic/spanish-speaking! reader

☆ i just did what txt would get called, how could i not write this aaaah. also i just found out that hbo max has say yes to the dress, i love this show so fucking much oh my god (update:) i am on season 5

☆ slight use of hispanic lingo/slang, if you need the context to any let me know in comments <3 (translations at the end!!)

other version ♡

yeonjun

ღ mi reina/rey

yeonjun seems like the type to call you some form of royalty lmao. something in my brain just sees him pronouncing the "r", smiling proudly when he says it successfully, kissing the back of your hand like a tease. really the type of guy to really just treat you like his queen/king, adoring you soso much even though he's the kind of asshole who will tap his cheek instead of straight up telling you to kiss him. i can just imagine trying to get ready, looking at yourself in the mirror while yeonjun sneaks up from behind, pressing shy kisses along the side of your neck before catching your eye in the reflection and mouthing the words "mi reina/mi rei" into your skin.

ღ amor

yeonjun's a romantic, i have nothing off the top of my head that i can use as proof of this but i feel it in my gut 100% it's such a classic but that's what makes yeonjun like using it, it's sweet, it's romantic, it makes your heart flutter and yeonjun says it at the most random yet perfect times. he has a habit of saying it mid-makeout, lips red and bruised and wet with your spit. he smiles into the kiss, pulling back just to tell you, "te amo, mi amor" because he really does :( you're the love of his life, his amor.

soobin

ღ tesoro

tesoro bc soobin treasures you <3 it's sweet and you tease him for the pet-name being a little old fashioned, but soobin just genuinely thinks of you as his treasure :( you're something lovely and bright that's come into his life, and it feels like he's searched for so long just to find you, a red 'x' marked in the sand. there was probably a time where you asked him if he calls you treasure bc he plays a lot of looting video games and the color just drains from him face. "oh my god i never thought of that," and he looks so panicked that you have to fuss and reassure him that you like it. "no! no, it's ok, it's cute, i like being your tesoro, promise <3" (he's still a little worried).

ღ bebe

soobin seems like such the type of guy to call you "babe" or "baby", but he also wants to make it special by copying the way you call him pet-names in spanish. "qué quieres comer, bebe?" he asks you one day, scrolling through the menu of whatever take-out option the two of you had settled on for that evening. "mmm, that's cute," you comment on the pet-name, coming up behind soobin from where he sits on the sofa. he twists his body to look at you, bunny lips quirked up into a relieved smile. "te gusta?" he asks, and his broken accent is cute enough for you to plant a playful kiss on his cheek. "mhm, me gusta."

beomgyu

ღ mami/papi

this is so him. at first it started out as a joke, something to tease you with whenever he's trying to get your attention. "mami, pleaseee," he whines into your ear. "quiero sentirme bien," he tries, hands dangerously close to slipping underneath your shirt when the two of you are literally supposed to be out the door. "gyu, please don't do this right now," you scold, words getting caught in your throat when he kisses the pulse-point on the side of your neck. "want you right now, mami," he persists, cold hands settling on the skin of your stomach. "please," he begs, and fuck you're weak </3 needless to say it became more than just a joke.

ღ guapísimo/guapísima

wants matching pet-names with you, but he always has to one up you so he adds "isimo" or "isima" at the end. it's like, at first you're so endeared by it because matching pet-names are always so cute, but then you find out the truth behind it when you call him guapo and he turns it into a competition. finally being able to win by shutting him up with a tug of his hair and a kiss. "callate, guapo," you hush into his lips, already feeling the way his lips curl into a pout. "callate, guapísima," he shoots back, laughing at your exasperated sigh.

taehyun

ღ mi alma

at first i wanted to make taehyun's "mi vida", but also taehyun is just so loving. when taehyun falls in love with you, he feels it in his soul. he feels it in the way you give him butterflies with every peck on the cheek, the way his heart stutters when you press your lips against his. it feels like you're his other half, the reason he loves to wake up in the morning. you're the other part of his soul, and it makes sense to call you just that. "soy tu alma?" you ask teasingly, cradling taehyun's face in your palms while he nods. "mi alma," he confirms, eyes bright with adoration.

ღ ángel

the things i would do for taehyun to call me his angel oh my god </3 i see myself falling into a sort of theme with the pet-names taehyun picks, but it just makes so much sense. taehyun who constantly comes home tired, vocal cords on the verge of being sore because of how many ad-libs he's recorded :( collapsing on top of you when you're laying on the bed, giving you his best smile when he's so close to passing out. "i missed you," he admits softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, weight suffocating you. "get off me before i die," you whine, pushing at his arms. "you'll die and become an angel," he hums, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. "mi ángel del cielo," he continues, proud of himself when he catches sight of your grin.

hueningkai

ღ chikibby

think chikibaby but kai makes it a point to pronounce it like the 'a' isn't there. kai who's just six feet full of adoration for you, cradling your face in his palms/squishing the absolutely fuck out of your cheeks and cooing. thinking of his pretty heart-shaped smile, the way he’d absolutely beam as he shakes you around and talks about how much he loves his chikibby. you cant even get mad at the fact that he’s kind of hurting you bc the way he says it makes his lips end up some kind of puckered up pout and it’s so cute </3 breaking his concentration by kissing his pout and making him trail off into shy giggles, stop I’m in love </3

ღ fiu fiu

"mi bebito fiu fiu" stop because that song would get on my nerves so much, but I feel like hueningkai would absolutely love saying "fiu fiu". and like, it's supposed to imitate a whistle, but hueningkai says it so fucking much that it ends up becoming your pet-name. "mi fiu fiu <3" "kai please stop saying that i'm begging you." but he doesn't listen. he also finds it adorable because he literally can't whistle, so whenever you ask him to sit put on your bed and tell you his opinion on some random outfit online, it's his default response. "what do you think about this one?" you ask, smile already creeping on hueningkai's face when he gives you a thumbs up. "fiu fiu!" it's almost like a pun, he loves it.

mini-not-so-mini translation section:

ღ mi reina/mi rey meaning my queen/my king

ღ amor meaning love

ღ "te amo, mi amor" meaning "i love you, my love"

ღ tesoro meaning treasure

ღ bebe meaning "baby" or "babe"

ღ "qué quieres comer, bebe?" meaning "what do you want to eat, babe?" and "te gusta?" meaning "you like it?"

ღ mami/papi meaning mommy/daddy but meaning more "my woman" or "my man" in this context

ღ "quiero sentirme bien" meaning "i want to feel good" and callate meaning shut up

ღ guapísimo/guapísima meaning very beautiful/very handsome

ღ mi alma meaning my soul

ღ ángel meaning my angel

ღ "mi ángel del cielo" meaning "my angel from heaven"

ღ chikibaby derived from the words "chiquita/chiquito" and "baby"

ღ fiu fiu as something meant to mimic the sound of a whistle, used as a term of endearment

#txt x reader #txt fluff #hispanic reader #this was so much fun but difficult for literally no reason #i love them #so much :( #txt for latine (i'm the only latina they need) #txt scenarios #txt headcanons

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Feral (18+ ONLY)

Dom!Aaron Hotchner x Switch!Spencer Reid x Switch/Latina!Reader

WC: 1.4k words

Warnings: SMUT (18+ // MINORS DNI), Threesome, Switch fight (wrestling kinda hee hee), cursing, cockwarming, p in v, unprotected sex (do not try at home) edging, brat taming-ish, just pure FILTH!!! Also lmk if I missed anything!

Tags: @montyfandomlove, @reads4hotch, @hausofwhores

A/N: Let me tell you something.... the demons really jumped out of me in this one LMAOOOO I just really couldn't help myself and this has got to be the most COCHINO PUERCO SUCIO THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN but my god I love it. Short and sweet, but maybe there'll be more hehe. PLS ENJOY LMK UR THOUGHTS EHEHEH

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“Spencer, come on!” You said, exasperated. “You already knew a new episode of my telenovela came out today.”

Spencer hummed as he pretended to be lost in thought, raising the volume of the TV without looking at you. “I don’t recall you mentioning it.”

“I’ve been reminding you all week!”

He shook his head, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. “Nope, sorry chiquita, doesn’t ring a bell.”

You gaped at him, anger and annoyance flaring inside of you. “You little…”

Without warning, you lunged forward, ripping the remote out of his hand and lifting it up so he couldn’t reach it. 

“Hey, give that back!” He demanded, immediately on you.

You scrambled backwards on the couch as he stretched his arm towards the remote. You gave him a taunting smile before sticking your tongue out at him. He immediately switched tactics, his fingers now moving quickly on your ribcage, where he knew you were most ticklish. You squealed and screeched, still holding the remote up over your head. With your free arm you tried to both cover yourself and retaliate at the same time.

What started out as a tickle fight quickly turned into full on wresting. Both of you were panting and basically snarling as things took a more primal turn; Limbs locked, teeth bared and bodies thrashing. The remote was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. 

“Yield,” he said through gritted teeth, keeping one of your arms pinned behind your back. “And maybe I won’t punish you too hard.”

“Never!” You growled, biting his shoulder just hard enough for him to let your arm go. 

You managed to push him onto his back, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists beside his head. His nostrils flared, eyes dark as he stared up at you. His Adam’s apple bobbed at the smug smirk on your face.

“What’s wrong, Spencie?” You cooed in a cruelly saccharine voice. “Usually you’re begging me to bite you harder.”

You leaned more of your weight on him, chest against his and hips rocking ever so slightly as you tauntingly moaned his words back in his ear. “Si mami, dame más. Please, mami… Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, you’re in for it, brat,” he spat, fighting back. 

Aaron emerged from the kitchen, drawn by all the commotion. He put his hands on his hips, as Spencer freed his hands and sat up, arms snaking tightly around you. Spencer’s lips captured yours in a bruising kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. A needy mewl escaped you, betraying just how turned on you actually were.

Aaron sighed, both amused and unimpressed, but also unable to look away. “Alright, you two, party’s over. What’s going on here?”

You and Spencer stopped kissing, looking over at him.

“Reid started it, papi,” you said, batting your eyelashes and pouting in a way that was usually effective on  Aaron.

“I didn’t ask who started it, did I?” He raised an eyebrow. “I guess I need to remind you two how to play nice, huh? Get up.”

At his tone, the two of you untangled from each other and did as told. 

“Color?” He asked.

“Green,” you and Spencer said in unison.

Aaron nodded, gaze switching between the two of you.

“Now strip, both of you,” he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Once more, you and Spencer obeyed, shedding all of your clothes. Hotch noticed the wet spot in your panties, huffing out in amusement.

“Playing rough excites you, doesn’t it?” He tsked in disapproval. “Naughty girl.”

You blushed a little at this, and it was Spencer’s turn to smirk. You could see he was fully erect, precum glistening on the tip of his cock. He really liked wrestling you for dominance, too, whether he admitted it or not. He was good at hiding the fact that he could sometimes be even rougher than Aaron, which drove you crazy in all the right ways.

Aaron stepped closer, his dark eyes glazed over with desire as they roamed over your body.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go – I want you to sit on Reid’s cock, but neither of you are allowed to move. Is this clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Spencer sat on the couch once more, flexing his fingers as he fought the urge to touch himself. You held eye contact with him as you gripped the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly sinking down on it. The two of you let out a sigh as he bottomed out, your hands on his shoulders. 

You felt the burning urge to move, your heartbeat in your throat, but you painstakingly held back. You could feel Spencer’s cock twitch inside of you, his hands landing on your hips as your breathing hitched. You looked up at Aaron for further instruction, your pupils blown wide with desire.

“Pretty little gatita just loves being stuffed full of cock, doesn’t she?” Aaron said, sharing a look with Spencer. 

“Only way she knows how to ask for it is by being a brat,” Spencer said, his sentence ending in a grunt.

“Hmm, well, you’re not off the hook yet either, Reid.” Aaron moved to sit on the couch next to the two of you, his slacks already tightening. “In fact, sweetheart, think you can do something for me?”

“Si, papi. Anything,” you breathed.

“Touch yourself. I want you to do it slowly, and don’t move your hips. Neither of you get to come until I say so, understood?”

You let out a small, helpless whimper. Then you nodded, licking two of your fingers before bringing them down to your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed at the first contact, applying some pressure as you began to circle it ever-so-slowly.

“Fuck…” Spencer hissed, looking down at your ministrations, utterly entranced.

“There we go. What a beautiful sight,” Aaron said, leaning forward to place a hand on your throat, fingers squeezing a little. “Can you feel her squeezing around you yet?”

“Y-yes,” Spencer choked out, a low groan spilling from his lips.  

Aaron chuckled. “See how nice it can be when you’re not tearing at each other?”

“So good,” you moaned. “T-thank you, sir.”

His hand moved from your throat to the back of your head, bringing you forth to meet his lips. His tongue tangled with yours, making heat pool low in your belly. You could feel yourself beginning to reach your peak, muscles tensing some.

Sensing this — if Reid’s labored breathing and little grunts were any indication — Aaron pulled back, a devilish sort of glint in his eye.

“You know what? I think I changed my mind,” he started, a wolfish smile on his handsome face. “I want you to come all over his cock. Think you can manage that while keeping still, amor mío?”

You nodded all too eagerly, fingers picking up speed. Spencer inhaled sharply, eyes screwing shut as he tilted his head back. His grip on your hips tightened.

“Fuck…C-can I come too, sir?” He pleaded. 

“Think you’ve learned your lesson?” Aaron prompted.

“Yes, sir. W-we’ll be good now, w-we promise.”

Aaron knew there was a slim chance that either of you were actually going to be fully well behaved after this. He found that he didn’t really mind, though, given that he loved administering punishments like this. Not that he would tell you that, letting you two fall back to old patterns all by yourselves.

“That so?” Aaron hummed in though, considering it for a moment. “Fine, I’ll let you off easy this time. But you have to clean her up after with your tongue.”

And that was all either of you needed to finally tumble over the edge. You cried out, and Spencer tensed beneath you as you clenched him hard. He let out a long groan, hips jerking as he filled you up.

Aaron grabbed you once more and kissed you hungrily, capturing all your sounds. Then, he guided your head towards Spencer’s so you could kiss him, too. You pressed closer to him as you moved to trailing kisses on his perfect jaw, his fingers tracing up and down your spine.

“There we go, that’s what I like to see,” Aaron praised. “Now, why don’t I get you two some water while you take care of her, Reid. Then, you can take care of me, hmm gatita?”

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#aaron hotchner x spencer reid x fem!reader #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #minors dni #aaron hotchner x fem!reader smut #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #aaron hotchner x latina!reader #spencer reid x latina!reader

[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 18 - Frankie Morales

Lights

Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!reader

Word count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, no description of reader other than female genitalia, established relationship (h&w), piv sex, restraints, squirting, dirty talk, papi kink, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Proof that you and Frankie can be festive sometimes. festively kinky

A/N: Hey, y'all, don't have much to say on this one. yay christmas. yay kinks. yay, wifey's gone 18 days in a row on this challenge. yay now I can go to sleep. yay.

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You watch Frankie with bated breath as he stalks toward you in the dim room. Each of your wrists and ankles are secured to a corner of the bed by a strand of colorful Christmas lights, which easily spread you open. 

Your skin is lit up near the ends of your extremities, the color from the lights decorating your otherwise bare body. Frankie’s eyes are on your glistening cunt as he licks his lips, a whimper falling from your own at the sight. 

He’s as naked as you, both of you stripping down the moment you had proposed the idea. As much as you and Frankie enjoy making slow and sensual love, you also like to fuck. And when you fuck, you get creative. It never gets boring in the Morales household, that’s for sure. 

“Papi,” you whine. “Please, I’m ready for you.” 

Frankie’s eyes quickly flick up to your own, a smirk adorning his face at your desperation. 

“I know, carino,” he assures you. “Papi’s gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” 

He walks the rest of the way to the bed, taking a seat next to your squirming body. His hand comes down to cup your soaked cunt, your clit nestled between two of his thick fingers. He gives a small tug as he circles your entrance with the tip of his middle finger. 

You keen and buck your hips at the tease, prompting Frankie to chuckle at you. 

“Poor, desperate little thing,” he says, lifting his hand away. 

“Frankie, I–”

“Aht!” He lays a quick slap onto your sensitive pussy, making you hiss. “Who am I?” 

“Fuck! Papi, I’m sorry!” you’re quick to apologize. 

“Good girl,” he puts his hand back to soothe your reddening skin, rubbing back and forth to play with your clit. 

The friction of his rough hand against you feels so good, you forget what you were going to say in the first place, though that was probably partially his plan. 

You pull against your restraints, unable to move as Frankie starts to move his hand over you at a rapidly building pace. He presses down, increasing the pressure, which causes you to moan. He doesn’t slow down or lighten up, quickly bringing you to the edge. 

He knows this always gets you there fast, makes you come the quickest. The technique mixed with the roughness just gets you off so easily. Frankie’s entire arm moves with the force in which he rubs up and down. 

You’re a writhing, moaning mess as you reach your peak, your body growing warm and breaking out into a thin sweat. Frankie see’s you’re getting close and immediately brings his other hand down to your lower abdomen, applying just enough pressure to trigger your orgasm. 

You scream out as you squirt, Frankie removing his hand on your cunt to make you ride it out untouched as your juices stream out. Your hips buck wildly for any kind of friction, but are unable to find anything. 

“What a good girl, squirting for me so nicely,” Frankie praises as you finish, your body already seeping into a state of exhaustion. 

As soon as you’re able, you let your head rest on the bed, closing your eyes and panting heavily. You feel Frankie stand up from the bed, and then immediately get back on to straddle your thighs. 

He says nothing as he brings his tip to your cunt, groaning as he ruts it through your slick folds. You jolt at the feeling, the weight of his head on your clit almost too much. 

“F-Fuck, Papi,” you whine. “‘S too much.” 

Frankie chuckles at you again as he slips the first thick inch of him into you, gliding in easily. 

“You can take it, baby. I know you can.” 

He waits until you nod, and then he sheaths the rest of himself with one thrust. He starts his pace out with slow but forceful thrusts, your body being pushed up and down with each one. 

His hands find your hips as he starts to go faster, your toes curling as the tip of his cock pressed against something heavenly inside of you. 

“‘S good,” you moan as you watch him above you. He looks like a god, his usually soft brown eyes hardened at the sight of you in the dark. 

Instead of replying to you, he ducks down and sucks on one of your nipples, making you shout when he bites down slightly. 

Your hand tries to come down to his head, but you’re quickly reminded that you have no way of doing that. His lips curl into a smirk around your throbbing bud as he tugs harder on it. You whine for him as pleasure starts to overtake the pain. 

Leaning back up, Frankie continues to use one hand to steady you beneath him,and snakes the other back to your clit to pet it softly. It’s such a contrast to his earlier treatment, but it gets the job done just as well. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel your cunt start to clench around him. He moans when he feels it too, his hips stuttering as you squeeze him. 

“Papi, I’m gonna–” 

You’re silenced by the force of your orgasm, your entire body convulsing as you clamp on Frankie’s cock.

“Shit, baby, so s-sweet and fuckin’ tight. Gonna fill this little pussy up,” he tells you through gritted teeth. You clench even harder at the thought, still riding out the aftershocks. 

“Please, Papi!”

Frankie stuffs himself into you half a dozen more times before gripping your hips and stilling. His dick throbs inside of you as he coats your walls with his spend, panting and moaning as he does so. 

He lays down carefully on top of you when he’s done, his cock softening inside of you. He puts his head on your chest and is almost confused as to why you’re not embracing him until he remembers that he literally can’t. 

He laughs at himself, and you giggle along with him as he reaches up just enough to untie your wrists. You let them fall down to circle him, holding him close as you catch your breath.

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[kyros-tha-soldier]

chapter 1103 SPOILERS

I've gotten a bit lazy lately, I'm basically burnt out to the BONE from work so sorry for not bringing the previous leaks earlier:

we've got big news for my beloved bonbon and her bear papa:

The chapter's title is "I'm sorry, daddy" (GOOOOOOOOD WHY!) And we have a beautiful color spread of the straw hats and our beloved wano warrior YAMATO, they're all riding momo in his dragon form (😏) since it's the year of the dragon

We start where we finished in the mini flashback, where bonney is standing in the memory bubble room, she turns back to her original child form and apologizes to vegapunk since she used to think HE was the one behind her dad's death

Vegapunk understands and gives her something Kuma was planning on handing her on her 10th birthday, it's a sun necklace made of sapphire

UAAAAAAAGHHHH NOOOOOO HOW DARE YOU SATURN!! HOW DARE YOU KILL SOMEONE AS SWEET AS KUMA

Speak of the devil (literally!) We go back to the present time confrontation between saturn, the remaining vegapunks, the cp0 and the rest. Bonney uses her attack "Nika-ish future" to attack saturn but she fails. NOW THIS IS WHERE IT'S ABOUT TO GET ABSOLUTELY BONKERS!

Saturn thinks to himself that this form of Bonney's Nika is much more different than the Nika God since she can only replicate the rubber power

This mf Saturn has his power over everybody that they can't budge a single inch, suddenly he notices that Luffy is eating some food from the floor (somebody must've snuck it at the beginning of the confrontation or smtn) of course Saturn is like "how fucking dare you eat while I'm in the middle of my epic fit of rage" and orders someone to chain him with kairoseki (what a vibe killer)

Like oooooooh calm down big man he's not gonna bite you ffs

It's revealed that thw Toshi Toshi no mi power was given to bonney by saturn, now underline the word "POWER" because this is where it's about to get REALLY messed up

Saturn has been experimenting on people to extract devil fruit powers and then give them to other people. And of course, as fucked up as it sounds, Saturn gave the disease to Ginny (probably while she was pregnant) and the poor woman ended up developing the rare sapphire scale disease

i swear on god, if Saturn's bitchass doesn't get absolutely wrecked then I'm dropping OP, do NOT DISAPPOINT ME ODA I AM SERIOUS!

also is it just me, or is this aj attempt from Oda to clarify that the sapphire scale disease is a sideffect and not an STD? Because I've ssen A LOT of fans speculating about that and i have NEVER EVER in my life thought I'd see the day where I'll hear the words STD and ONE PIECE in one sentence until this very arc!

anyways, Saturn's stupid-ass gave the toshi toshi effect to ginny and somehow she passed it to bonney during her pregnancy, this comes as a surprise to him since this has never happened

According to Saturn, the more bonney starts to learn about Nika's true form and tries to copy it, the weaker she becomes. bonney is seen crying in despair and fear, she apologizes to her father about how despite how far he went to ensure she'd make it out alive, she will end up dead anyways

NO BONBON DON'T CRY PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU PAPA WOULD ALWAYS PROTECT YOU!!!

Speaking of her papi, Kuma crashes right into egghead and gets attacked by some marine soldiers who were shooting at him with grenade launchers (taht's hardcore as fuck, I AM DROPPING THE PANELS NOW just so you can see how cold Kuma looks!)

he gets injured once again in his head but is able to reach Saturn just in time (who had thrown bonney to the ground and was about to squash her with his spider legs) just for Kuma to come and shield her with his body, and have the long nail at the end of Saturn's leg punture his back and chest

Kuma grabs him by the leg and turs around, readying a punch as his face grimaces in rage, and saturn looks at him in absolute shock

and now, DRUM ROLL FOR THE LEAAAAAAAAAKS

oh boy, we eating GOOD tonight!

#kuma #bartholomew kuma #jewelry #jewelry bonney #my sweet bonbon and her teddie bear papa #one piece #one piece manga #one piece spoilers #one piece 1103 #ONE PIECE SPOILERS #SPOILER WARNING #monkey d luffy #sanji vinsmoke #jaygarcia saturn #KUMA GET HIS ASS!

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

"I really want to kiss you right now" for professor. Sorry, Luchino, I was admiring you too hard while you worked 🤭

save me professor save me daddy save me papi

Rated: Explicit | Warning: in this essay i will explain professor's dick, oral male receiving

Luchino knows he is an attractive man, he has many people take interest in him both for his mind and his body. Of course, it does not help the way he leaves his shirt open and sleeves roll up as he works, or the way he passionately speaks about his work.

You are charmed like anyone else, but he is equally charmed by you. A modern person might be the only one who understands him, who plays into his curious nature and does not abide by the standards of the time he is from.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” You say from under his desk between his legs, “Are you done yet?” Playing with the zipper of his pants.

“I will be however someone likes distracting me?” His eyes are still on the reports of his last experiment.

“Well, someone said ‘keep yourself busy in the meantime’,” Pretending to do his voice as you quote him. “Luchino,” He moves a hand to pet your head then returns the hand back on the desk, “I'm going to bite you.”

“And when I bite back know you brought it upon yourself.” His eyes glanced over to you, “Only a few more reports, dear. Keep yourself busy.”

You pout then put your head on his lap, staring at nothing then grinning as you unzip his pants and undo the button.

“Careful.” A warning.

“I'm keeping myself busy, Professor.” Your hand slid into his pants, you stared up at him waiting to see him react. The professor keeps working. Fine, you move in further as you pull out his cock, flaccid for now, you adjust your position before placing a kiss on the tip before taking it into your mouth. You close your eyes humming as you indulge. One of the fun parts about Luchino is not all of him is human, in his pants especially. The first night with him, he had warned you about his cock not being the same as other humans-- In a very scientific way to the point you just told him to show you and fuck you with it. As if a simple thing as that will scare you, pft, it only made him hotter (if that is possible).

Bumps, ridges, the coloring are different too. The professor would not understand if you told him his cock is like a monster fucker’s wet dream (he is still trying to understand most of your references when you speak to Lucky Guy).

You smile at the way he groans when you lift his dress shirt to expose the scales on his lower stomach, applying your nails to the sensitive scales and scratching downward. You moan as he gets hard in your mouth, you have to pull back so as to not choke, a mistake the professor makes sure you realize as he keeps your head in place for a few seconds. Longer than a few seconds as he wants to see the corner of your eyes well up with tears. Then and only then does he pull your head back to see you drooling and mouth open as you gather your breath.

#idv #reader insert #idv professor #luchino diruse #luchino diruse x reader #luchino diruse x you #professor x reader #identity v x reader #identity v professor #professor x you #idv x you #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #asks

[dogshit-gambler]

she calls me papi chulo: alejandro vargas x F!Reader

When Lady Gaga said hot like mexico, i took that personally. Seriously, if you read this, listen to Alejandro - Lady Gaga and Lo Que Siento - CuCo.

Word: 3k

AN: I think we can all agree Alejandro is one of the best characters in MW2. <3 This game's been a huge comfort in my life and Alejandro is 10000% a comfort character. PINING!!!! So so much pining. And Rudy being a total gentleman, this almost feels like an x Rudy fic... hmm... interesting. So maybe it's Ale\Rudy\Reader. Who knows.. ANYWAYS! Enjoy <3 Love triangle vibes are going crazy.

SFW - Cursing - Alejandro being a little bit of an asshole, as a treat - Mild suggestive content - alcohol mention -

Breaking into a syndicate party wasn't on my bucket list for this year, but Alejandro couldn't go alone. i watched him change out of his tactical gear, a heavy thud echoing in the bedroom as his vest hit the floor. It felt like he undid dozens of Velcro straps and buttons, his body feeling so much lighter without all that gear. I didn't think I'd ever seen him without it in our time knowing each other. Then again, he hadn't seen me in much else either. All our time spent together was littered with violence, even when we had a moment to truly enjoy each other's company, it was only for the intel. Rudy mapped it out for us, and how I appreciated his brains. This party was invite only, for obvious reasons. Rudy would wait at the door to allow guests in, not uttering a word to another soul. He'd let us in and make his escape to the truck down the southern road and regroup with Ghost and Soap. Of course Alejandro and I would enter looking dazzling to keep suspicions low and carry on through the night going unnoticed. Alejandro got dressed leisurely, treating this like a normal date. As if that was what I had in mind. Then again, I don't think I'd ever confessed a word to him about my feelings. Rudy suspected it, so Ghost thinks. I personally think they're all full of shit.

"You're gonna fucking owe me big time." I warned him, looking at him through his mirror. He was fresh out of the shower and smelled like fresh cut roses. I tried to keep my gaze down, focusing on my own routine. I needed to look my absolute best, and the pressure's getting to me now. "And why's that?" He questioned, buttoning his shirt. i admired the pattern in the mirror, watching the pattern run down his side; a delicate rose pattern growing over his hip and across his chest. His shirt was shimmery under the lights, even just in our hideout. I watched it cascade over him, the roses almost as red as the lipstick I considered wearing. Jesus Christ, are we matching? "Because," I began, slipping on a headband to keep my hair out of my face. "We're going into dangerous territory looking like dancers." I lined my lips with a deep red pencil and filled in the gap. "That's correct." Such a smart-ass. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement with a tender curiosity. "And we'll do it looking lavish. How else are we supposed to fit in?" He continued, deciding on a whim to leave 2 buttons undone on his chest. "Point taken." I replied, my gaze on him briefly. "What color?" I asked. I held up the eye shadow pallet in his direction and expected him to pick the first color he happened to see.

Alejandro walked over to me and leaned over my shoulder, right hand planted firmly on the table, his arm brushing my shoulder. "I like this golden color," he said, using his pinky to gesture. "And this one," he pointed to a deep, coffee color. "I think that'd look absolutely ravishing." His voice lowered suddenly, setting my skin on fire. I could feel traces of his warm, minty breath against the top of my ear. I cleared my throat and dipped my brush into the colors. He remained in that exact position and watched as I padded and blending the colors onto my lids. I used the opportunity to glance at his chest, I mean the front pattern on his shirt. "I like your shirt." I said without thinking. "I like your makeup." His eyes gazed into mine, his honeyed eyes almost cutting into me. I turned my head away to catch the clock, the hands frozen in time. I look back at him, his eyes still searing into mine.

"And I like the red. It makes your lips look pretty." For as long as I've known him, his grin was crooked and now was no different. I'd wager to say it was even worse now. I roll my eyes, fearing they'd get stuck in my fucking head. It appears I'm stuck with him all night. He leaves my side yet again, my eye travels up his legs to his back, admiring the pattern. If I'm honest, he didn't look horrible. No, he looks drop-dead gorgeous. That shining, ebony hair, that warm, amber skin, and the way his eye eyelashes kissed his under eyes when he blinked. I could go on. His hair is the blackest black I've ever seen, he keeps it cut, but I can tell it'd be so beautiful grown out. He has a roughness to him, his work hardened him, but I can see slivers of his compassionate heart slip out. He doesn't hide it, but he is selective. "You look beautiful," he spoke. I turned to him, my face half finished. My lips are painted blood-red, gold sparkles donning my eyelids, the only thing missing from them was the mascara. His pants fit perfectly over him, I'll leave the rest to the imagination.

I bite back a smile, but I can tell he's watching my lips curl into a grin. It's uncontrollable, there's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on. "Gracias." I replied. I'd only learned bits of Spanish from Alejandro, which I knew he appreciated. He slicked back his hair with a bit of gel, a few rebellious strands fell over his eyes. "Meet me outside when you're done. I'll hook your mic up then." I nodded. Part of me wanted to look good for him, the other part of me questioning why it needed to be for him specifically. I'd never hear the end from Rudy.

I grabbed the pair of shoes Rudy picked out for me, a black kitten heel. Easy to walk, dance, and potentially run in. The dress was the hardest part, but I chose a burgundy dress, something simple, classic, and something I could make a getaway in. There was a knock at my door, a gentle one at that. "Come in."

"Y\N. Alejandro esta esperando." Rudy spoke. "English, Rudy." He cleared his throat. "Alejandro's waiting for you." His gaze lingered on me, a tender sparkle in his eyes. "You look nice. Very pretty. Trying to impress Alejandro, eh?" I rolled my eyes yet again this evening. "I'm trying to pass as a rich woman, you know, the kind of woman who - I don't know - hangs around Narcos. Or maybe I'm just trying to impress you?" I smiled at him, slipping my shoes on. "Mind zipping my dress?" Perhaps my timing wasn't good, or maybe it was just right.

"Sí, señora." I could feel the warmth of his hands against my shoulder as he zipped me. He was gentle and sweet to be surrounded by violence.

"You've succeeded at impressing me, carino. Alejandro will feel the same way. Come, let's get this over with." He took his hand in mine and walked me to the door, opening it for me. I felt like such a snob, but I knew Rudy would have done this regardless. The base's floor was filled with ridges, my heels wobbling. I threw my arm over Rudy's shoulder as he helped me down the step, I'd never seen this side of him before. "Watch your footing, there's some unevenness in this floor." He walked me down the final step, the door to the outside cracked open. He held my hand as I stepped down, he allowed me in the door first and shut it behind us. I looked back to him, he followed close behind. "Let me hook this," Alejandro suddenly called out. "Turn around."

I turned my back to him, and before he unzipped my dress, he peered around my shoulder and looked into my eyes, before asking a simple question. "May I?" Such a simple question made my heart leap into my throat. "Yes, of course." He slowly unzipped the back and hooked a cold metal piece to my bra clasps. "Feed that through," he snaked a microphone wire through my shoulder strap and allowed me to place it on my chest. He zipped my dress back up and everything appeared normal. "I should have told you before, but you'll need to wear this." He handed me a black ski mask. "Our faces need to be hidden, you'd be surprised who shows up here... police, military, politicians. Hide your identity, carino."

I slipped the mask over my face, Alejandro following shortly after. His eyes were enhanced with the black cotton against his skin. Deep and full of luster, he made eyes for Rudy. "Okay. Let's go. The defector guards will let us in, we act natural, leave. Easy enough." Rudy nodded. "Be careful, Alejandro." I could tell Alejandro smiled back at Rudy, watching his eyes light up. He patted Rudy's arm before taking my hand under his arm. I never realized his stature from this angle, he walked beside me, long legs sauntering forward, his shoulders straight as the day is long. He's tall. He's strong. He's... Alejandro. And for the night, he's my Alejandro. Mine. "You need to order me a drink." I chuckled. "What makes you think I won't?" He looked at me, his smoldering eyes burning a hole in my skin. His gaze was lingering, like the taste of sweet wine, or a tangy after-taste of a cold beer. He perked a brow before driving us to the Event.

"Rudy, this is Victor 1-1, how copy?"

"Copy, Victor 1-1. I see you down at the entrance. Rodriguez and Roza are at the door, get in, get out."

"Solid copy. Out here." Rudy chimed into my earphone. "How copy?" "Solid." I replied. I made eyes with the defectors as we entered, our faces shielded with the dark shadows of anonymity. Alejandro took my hand in his and spun me around with ease, the ends of my dress twirling around me. He caught me in his arms, his right arm looped around my lower half. I could see his eyes smiling under his mask, his eyelashes kissing his skin. He spun me around in the opposite direction and I melted into his movements. I was at a full arm's length from him before twirling back in. I felt my heart race, not from the dancing, but rather who my partner was. "Atta girl," he spoke quietly. "You're a natural." His hands were rough against my soft ones, how we contrasted. Music played and all I could focus on was Alejandro.

We didn't speak often, his body speaking with mine in our own secret language. He pulled me close to him and gazed into my eyes, his eyes lazily opened. It was hard to look at him, at his deep brown eyes. They were soul crushing. The kind of eyes that hurt to look at they were so mesmerizing. I hope, deep down, he felt that way about mine. I turned my face from his to look at the pair of guards watching the room. "No," he said suddenly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. His hand snaked under my chin, holding it in place. "Look at me, look into my eyes."

He was at an advantage. All I could see were his eyes. His hand trailed to my arm, and to my hand. His fingers interlocked with mine and it felt so natural. Like he was supposed to be there. "You look beautiful," he said. I don't know if this was his way of keeping suspicious low, or he was being honest with me. I'd upset myself if I thought about it too long. "I mean that. I don't think I've ever seen a woman so beautiful."

I chuckled. "You can only see my eyes, Alejandro." He spun me under his arm before pulling me close again. This time, I was flush against him, one hand in his, the other around his shoulder. "Even before this, when I saw you getting ready. Even now, I feel myself getting sucked into your eyes." Jesus, the feeling was mutual. "Even if I can only see your eyes, they're beautiful." I could feel him leaning closer as he spoke. He could sweet talk well enough, enough to make me forget the surrounding danger. Was that his goal? "I know you're nervous," he said quietly. "This is new territory. Do you trust me?"

I knitted my brows together as we slow danced. "Do you?" He asked again. I felt his energy darken. He raised his eyebrows at me, his gaze sharper than a razor. "I do. I trust you, Alejandro." He took a quick glance at the other dancers around us, they were spaced out and mostly stuck with their own. Another glance at the guards, who now took no interest in the crowd. As his eyes looked away from me, I noticed the lines under his eyes and how deep-set his eyes were. "Tell me again." I paused, my hand resting on his back. "I trust you. I do. I trust you, Ale.

I watched as his eyes gloss over the target walking beside us. He shifted us closer to the man, he wore an ivory suit and a crimson red tie. I could tell Alejandro smiled under his mask. He twirled me under his arm and as I stepped away, I secretly recorded the conversation at the table. They spoke in Spanish, I could make out some of it, but I'd leave that to Alejandro. He looked at me like he was looking at a meal, a juicy steak and mashed potatoes. Even still, his touch was not that of a hungry beast. I danced slowly, I needed to be next to him, mission be damned. I tried not to look at him with desperation in my eye, or the raised eyebrows that always gave me away. I wasn't listening to the conversation, I was too busy focusing on my dancing. Alejandro's eyes narrowed when the man in question began speaking about elections. He pulled me in, his muscular arm looping around my hip. "We have what we need," he whispered. He pulled my arm carefully, leading me away from the table.

"Rudy. We're leaving soon." He whispered into his microphone. Rudy gave the affirmative. I don't know what I expected from Alejandro at this point. He was confusing, or maybe I just didn't... I don't know.

"Come," he said. I followed him through a small crowd, the scent of tequila and citrus filling my nostrils. "I said I'd get you a drink." He stepped up to the bar, and I watched him order two tequila sunrise. He handed me one, our skin touching briefly. We talked out to the empty balcony, overlooking what seemed to be all of Mexico. He shut the doors behind us, blocking any noise coming from inside the building. He leaned on the balcony, his fingers holding the rim of the drink. "Dios mio," he said. "Mayors working with criminals to win elections. As if things couldn't get any worse." He took a small sip of his drink as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Alejandro."

He shook his head. "Don't be. I know this wasn't easy, but you did well. Better than you know." I stood beside him, our biceps brushing against each other. "I mean that." He said again. I overlooked the skyline, a watercolor sunset dripping down the sky. "Thanks, Ale. I... I didn't... Never mind." Alejandro turned to face me. "Que? What's the matter? You didn't...?" He trailed off, his eyes searing into me again. I lowered my gaze, bringing my left hand behind my back. "I'm listening." I hated when he said that, not because I didn't want him to listen, but because it was overwhelming to know he was listening, that he cared about the things I said. "I didn't think I could manage this." Alejandro grabbed my chin, softly tilting my head up to look at him. "I never doubted you. Not even for a second." He stared into my eyes, his gaze steady. I wanted to look away so badly.

When I did look away, he spoke to me. "Mirame. Why don't you ever want to look at me when I'm talking to you?" He knew the answer to that question. His voice lowered, his body closing in. "Why? Tell me. I'm listening to you." I was about to kill him, the way he spoke so softly and tenderly, made me want to back-hand him. He knew why I never looked at him, he knew! "You know." I broke out. "Do I?"

Yes, you did! He was painfully close to my face now, his hand still gently wrapped around my chin, his other fingers resting on my neck. I couldn't tell if he was going to kiss me or not, but if he wasn't, he wasn't doing a good job at convincing me otherwise. "I hate looking at you because you're stunning. You look at me like nobody else, you look at me like I'm someone. Like I'm important. I hate looking at you because your eyes burn holes in my soul, you know what you do. You look at me like I'm a sunset." I felt myself rambling, but I didn't care. He let me rant and rave a romantic tirade. "You...! You drive me crazy with your kindness, your bravery, I hate that about you, you know? You're the best person I know. You're... you're... you're just...!" For some reason, I found myself getting angry.

Before I could finish, I tasted the tequila sunrise on his lips. He kissed me. He really kissed me. I didn't pull away, and neither did he. I placed my hand on his clothed jaw, wishing I was feeling the roughness of his stubble, or the texture of his scarred skin. Still, he didn't pull away. He kissed me deeper than an ocean, and softer than a summer breeze. His hand inched up my back, halting at my shoulder blades. He slipped his hand under my ski mask to feel my hair. I knew I needed to stop myself now, Rudy and Co. were waiting for us. I started to pull away, but he pulled me back in to devour me like the beast I saw only moments ago. "Alejandro," I managed to say between kisses. "Alejandro...! Stop... I... We can't leave the others waiting."

Alejandro instantly stopped when I asked. He still held his lips near mine, a few inches of space between us. "Is that the only reason you asked me to stop?" I paused, slowly looking up into his eyes. "What if I said yes?"

"Then we'd leave right now, regroup, and I'd pick up where we left off."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. This time, I leaned in to kiss him. He kissed back softly, a sigh of disappointment escaping him when I pulled back. "Then let's go. Rudy's waiting for us."

#this was in my head OKAY-- #alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #alejandro cod #cod #call of duty #alejandro vargas x reader #i am so down bad for him its PAINFULLLLL #CODMW2 #if this flops im gonna scream

[smiley-babe]

What You Need

Draken x Reader

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠ Warning: body worship, infidelity, mentions of abuse, mentions of pregnancy/ forced pregnancy, mirror sex, pet names (pretty, baby, beautiful), soft sex with Draken, overstimming, cunnilingus, pussy drunk Draken, slight angst, Kisaki slander, time skip Draken

Summary: Draken tries to help a close friend in an abusive relationship but is stupidly in love with her. 

Wc: 4.3k

An: Happy Papi’s day to Draken 💕

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There’s a knock on his door. It’s late and he wasn’t expecting any visitors. But just to be safe, he tucks his glock in his waistband of his shorts.

He sighs when seeing you. Hair disheveled, lip stick smeared and black trails of mascara on your cheeks. Draken moves aside to let you inside. 

Obsidian colored irises watch you sit on the couch. He sets his gun back on the table near the door. “What happened this time?,” he asks calmly.

Your head hangs in shame over yet another argument with your boyfriend. It seems like he never has time for you. But when he does he’s being condescending and controlling. It’s surprising how well you’re able to hide the fact that Draken is a close friend. You’re not allowed to have friends. What would you need them for when you have Kisaki Tetta, your loving boyfriend?

“He’s doing it again,” you mumble, not needing to explain. He knew what that meant. The control Kisaki has over you is slipping. He thinks if you two have a baby it will keep you tethered to him forever. 

Draken knew all too well that your relationship with the man is abusive. You just can’t see it because he love bombs you after every argument. Expensive shopping trips, getting your hair and nails done, and taking you on a bunch of lavish dates. It’s the only time it seems like he gives a fuck about you. 

“Gonna leave him yet?” He sits next to you on the couch, keeping a good distance between the two of you.

“I- I don’t know. I love him Draken. Honestly I can’t see myself with anyone else.” He tries not to show how hurt and angry he is. The hope that one day you would leave Kisaki and love him instead was fleeting. 

He quirks a brow. “Even after all the shit he does to you, how controlling and toxic he acts, you still want to stay? Geez y/n I always thought you were a smart girl.” 

Your lip quivers a bit. Draken is right and it’s hard for you to admit. The truth burns like a knife digging through your skin. Kisaki doesn’t love you but he loves controlling you. “You- you know what he does?” He nods his head as to say to continue. “He mounts me like a fucking dog. Barely any foreplay. And when he’s done I have to lay on my back for about ten minutes so ‘it can take.’ I just feel like an object at this point. Not a person...”

The male has to keep his composure while hearing your story. The blood in his body is boiling. How such a pretty vibrant woman got mixed up with an egotistical maniac like Kisaki is beyond him. He wish he met you first but he’s stuck drying your tears and bandaging your wounds like the good friend he is.

“Y/n you’re only adding more evidence as to why you should leave him. You know you can always stay here if things get too much for you.” He’s begging you in his mind for you to stay. To let him protect you from the awful world full of men who will hurt you.

You shake your head, eyes downcast. “I don’t want to put you in danger Draken. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” 

He smirks. “Callin’ me weak girl?” On the inside he’s happy that you care that much about him. 

Finally you meet his eyes. You can’t help the butterflies that stir in your tummy when looking into them. “Of course not. I know how dangerous Kisaki is Draken. He’s not to be taken lightly.” 

He chuckles, showing his pretty white teeth. “I’m just as dangerous sweetheart. I just never show that side of me to a woman so special.”

Your gaze holds adoration as you smile at him. “You’ve always been so sweet Draken. I appreciate it a lot,” you mumble the last part, hugging your jacket tighter around you as you look away from him. 

By now Draken feels as though he’s overthinking, He wants to finally admit his feelings for you. Finally convince you to leave the man who wouldn’t fully give you what you want. What you deserve.

He plays with the silver ring on his finger, twisting it while his brow furrow in thought. “I know he’s what you want y/n but he’s not what you need.” 

You feign confusion, head cocked as you look at him. “What is it I need then Draken?”

He scoots a little closer to you, his knee touching yours. “You need someone who’s going to treat you with respect. Respect your space, your friendships, and your choices. Someone who will take you on dates that you both will be interested in, not just to show off their wealth. And after that date will make love to you and worship your body. Someone who will listen to and comfort you during your time of need.” I’m what you need, he wants to say. He attempts to gently wipe your face but instead smudges more of your mascara. 

“Draken... I think I need you. At least just for tonight. Then we can go back to being friends.” You lean into his hand that’s caressing your cheek.

“And what if... I don’t want to go back to being friends?” For a tough man he was scared of your answer.

The sudden confession is a little bit of a surprise to you. But you also had a feeling this was the case. His wandering gaze that he tries to hide was still picked up on. His usual stoic demeanor seems to soften around you. It was all tell tale signs that he possibly wanted more. 

“Draken I don’t know if we can pursue something. If Kisaki finds out-” 

“For once y/n think about yourself. What do you need?” You chew your lip in thought before meeting his narrow eyes. 

You’re leaning close to him, lips parted in pure desire. When bumping into him, literally, a year ago, you didn’t expect to fall so damn hard. He seems so intimidating at first with his height and tattoo inked across his left temple. But his grin said otherwise.

Your hand runs up his chest, feeling the hard plane of muscles under his black tee. “Please Draken. I need you.” 

He closes the gap between you two. Pecks turn into interlocking of lips. Your arms wrap around his neck to bring him deeper into the kiss. He holds your cheek gently and swipes his tongue on your bottom lip. Your lips part more, inviting him in. His tongue strokes against yours and you moan softly. 

After that the kiss got a little out of control. Fueled by pent up desire and constant pining. The feelings you two share are mutual. Since the day you met. If Kisaki didn’t have you so tightly wound around his finger you would pursue your strong feelings for Draken.

It’s hard for him not to leave marks on your exposed neck and breasts. He knew it was best for this to be kept a secret for now.

Your clothes have been ditched on the floor by now. Meanwhile Draken is still fully clothed. “That’s not fair Ken,” you pout a bit. “I want to see you too please?” He tugs his shirt over his head with a smirk. “Shorts too.”

“So impatient mama. We have all night.” Despite his small protest he still slid off his shorts. You can’t help but stare. Sure Kisaki is a well built but he’s not as well endowed. Even though he’s still wearing his boxers you can tell it’s big.

“Does that thing touch your fucking knees? Geez Ken.” 

He damn near bursts into a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry. Is it too big for your liking?,” he chuckles.

You shake your head and giggle. “It’s just... it’ll be the biggest I’ve taken.” The skin on your face heats up and you avoid his gaze. God I sound so pathetic, you think to yourself.

Draken cups your face and makes you look at him again. “Hey don’t be nervous. I’ll go as slow as you need.” You nod and get up. His eyes follow you as you start walking to his room. He immediately gets up to follow you to the room. 

When in the room you finally free yourself from your damp panties. His eyes eagerly soak up your nude figure. Your bra is tossed on the floor next to your panties. “C’mon Draken. Don’t be shy,” you almost mimic him.

The brunette’s tongue pokes his inner cheek. He wants to make you eat your words. Before you know it you’re on your back on the bed. Draken is on his knees in front of your thighs that he holds open. 

You gasp when feeling his tongue make contact with your clit. He flicks over it slowly, watching you squirm in his hold. “You’re so pretty sweetheart,” he mumbles into your slit. 

His tone is soft and you can tell he means what he says. He dips his tongue between your folds and groans from the taste. “So so pretty,” he murmurs in between his licks. 

“M- more Draken... pleaaaase.” Your hand caresses his head as he presses his tongue into your fluttering slit. He stiffens his pink muscle as he slides it in and out of you. 

Your thighs shudder under his hands as you struggle to close them. He lets go of them and lets your plush thighs close around his head. He pulls his mouth away and rubs his fingers through your spit soaked pussy. 

He starts with one finger, pushing it through the first tight ring of muscles. The digit is thicker than yours, already stretching it a bit. “Doing okay?” 

You nod. “You can add another one. I can take it.” He smirks and adds another, thrusting them deep into you. “Fuck Ken~” His other hand holds one of your thighs on the bed. While his fingers pump into you, his tongue is busy on your clit again. “Hah~ Ken- oh my god,” you moan and grab his ponytail for some type of support. 

His dark eyes close, listening to every whimper, curse and moan. The pads of his fingers press the spongy spot on the roof of your cunt.

It’s hard not to see stars right now. No sound comes out of your mouth as you start clenching down hard on his fingers. “There you go baby. Let it out.” You tremble and cry out when he keeps thrusting his fingers slowly into you.

“T- too much Ken...” He removes his digits and stands up finally. Now he can see the fresh tears on your cheeks. He disappears for a bit and comes back with a wet cloth. He cleans up your face, removing the mascara streaks and smeared lipstick. “Thank you Ken,” you say smiling softly. 

“Of course baby.” He tosses the rag somewhere and removes his boxers. You gasp when seeing it standing up, looking so pretty but intimidating. It’s long but not super thick. You wanted so badly to run your tongue over the two fat veins running up the underside of his length. The tip is flushed bright pink. He sits on the edge of the bed. “When you’re done staring come sit up on my lap.”

Without hesitation, you crawl over to him. You straddle him and lock lips with him. He kisses back, nipping at your lips to hear you whimper. His hands touch everywhere, squeezing your ass and hips. 

When he pulls away he moves you so your back is against his chest. In front of you is a large mirror. “I want you to look at how pretty you are while I fuck you. Think you can do that?”

You can’t even focus with him kissing over your pulse point. “Y- yes please.”

“Go head and sit on it. ‘s all yours.” You didn’t even hear him after he said to sit on it. Immediately grabbing his cock, you raise your hips and line him up. He sighs when feeling his tip rub through your soaked folds. 

Slowly you sink down on him. “Fuck,” you whine out when feeling him stretch you open. At first you struggle to take him even with all the prep. “I- I can’t Ken.” 

“Go all the way down. I’ll do the work baby.” You do as he says, cursing when his tip presses against your cervix. His hands go under your thighs pushing them up so you’re wide open for him. “Look at that,” he coos, already moving his hips up to push himself deeper. 

“K- Ken ‘s so big,” you pant and whine as he stretches you open more.

The black haired male grunts as you squeeze him tightly. “Fuck baby you’re tight.” He nips at your neck and speeds up his thrusts. “Watch yourself. Watch how pretty you look,” he rasps out.

You focus back on your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes trail down to where you two are connected. Your cunt drools and clenches around him with every movement. This sight is so lewd but makes you throb with lust.

Ken is moving you up and down on his shaft while snapping his hips up, barely leaving the warmth of your pussy. It’s enough to leave you a whining, crying mess. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting and moaning softly in your ear. He watches your breasts bounce and your face scrunching up in pleasure.

He moves your face to the side and joins his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy like his thrusts. Teeth scraping, tongues swiping, spit swapping. Your hand wraps around his ponytail as the kiss deepens. He swallows your moans as he drills into you faster. 

“Fuck Ken.” The coil in your stomach tightens. Your fingers sloppily rub over your clit, trying desperately to cum.

“Cum for me baby. Wanna see your face, beautiful,” he grunts. Tears stream down your face as his tip continuously knocks into your cervix. 

He smirks when hearing your cute gasps and cries of his name. The tip of his cock gushes his load into you as your cunt clenches around him from your orgasm. “Good girl. So good for me,” he pants out.

Slowly he pulls out of you, still very much hard. “Ken… I want more,” you whine and plant kisses on his jaw. Being with Draken is so easy and makes you feel safe. It feels natural to want more of him.

“Whatever you want, I’m wiling to give,” he whispers, kissing you deeply again. You feel like you could kiss him for hours. But he pulls away, to your dismay. “Lay on your back on the bed for me.”

With wobbly legs you crawl on the bed and lay your head on his soft pillows. He smiles a bit because you look so adorable in his bed.

But he didn’t want to waste his time staring. He needed to give you what you asked for. While lining himself up, he notices his cum seeping out of you. He tries not to smirk with pride.

You gasp when he pushes inside again. He leans down to capture your lips again, muffling your whines as he slides in deeper. “You okay?,” he asks.

You nod quickly so he can just move. His big hands grip your thighs and push them high enough for your knees to almost touch your ears.

This time his thrusts are hard and constantly hitting your spot. Your jaw is slacked and tears prick in your eyes. Ken squeezes your thighs tight and groans when his overstimulated head kisses your cervix. “Been wanting this for so long- fuck. s’ good.”

Draken looks pussy drunk. His cheeks are damn near red, his lips are swollen from the many shared sloppy kisses. His jaw clenches and unclenches every time he moans. If you look closely you can see his eyes roll back into his head.

The pace of his hips doesn’t falter. His dark pupils watch his cock slide in and out, a mix of his cum and yours forming a milky ring around the base of his cock.

Another orgasm creeps up on you and Draken can feel it. He removes a hand from one of his thighs. A shiver runs through you when he rubs over your clit with his thumb. “Fuck please Ken,” you begged.

He can feel your thigh twitch under his large palm. Your moans are breathy and whiny. Nails digging into his shoulder cause him to hiss and go faster.

The look on your face probably will never leave his mind. Your brows are furrowed and twitching. Your mouth opens and closes as you squeak out his name over and over. Your eyes involuntarily water with tears.

“Oh my god Kennnn!” Your back arches off the bed and your toes curl as you cum again. This one was more powerful than the first two orgasms you had.

Ken’s hips stutter a bit but he keeps going. “Just a little bit more pretty girl.” His strokes start slow, making you feel every inch and every vein on him. With every snap of his hips your nails dig deeper into his shoulder and your legs twitch.

“Hold on sweetheart.” He moves you into a mating press. You can feel even deeper. His thrusts are even harder, almost knocking the breath out of you. Cockhead knocking harder into you and reaching that spot again.

“Please please please Kennnn,” you babble and moan under him. You don’t think you can handle another orgasm. But at this rate he’s going to force another one out of you “T- too much Ken please,” you stutter out.

His lips brush over your jaw and neck, planting small kisses there. “Gimme one more baby. Just one more, I promise.” You nod with him and moan louder. Draken feels absolutely addicted to you. He doesn’t know how long he’s survived without being inside you. “This pussy is so good,” he practically whines. “Want it to be mine- fuck. Want you to be mine,” he slurs out, sounding intoxicated. 

You pull him into a sloppy passionate kiss. One that you put all your feelings into. “All yours Ken,” you mumble out when you pull away.

Finally you’re cumming together. Both of you letting out loud moans. Ken closes his eyes as he fills you again with his cum. Your pussy feels like it’s vibrating from how many times you came. “N- no more please Draken,” you beg him.

He laughs a bit in between his panting. “Okay y/n. Want a shower? Maybe a bath?,” he offers.

“Bath please.” He nods and smiles, finally pulling out of you. You whimper and he flashes an apologetic smile.

“Sorry baby. Wait here.” The pet name gives you butterflies every time. He spends the night cleaning you up and making sure you feel good. 

-

A month passed with you staying with Draken. It was as if you were his housewife. Cooking for him, doting on him when he has some sort of injury from work, stealing kisses wile you two were out.

But one day he gets home and is greeted with silence. He searches the apartment for you, calling your name, trying not to panic. He calls your phone and it instantly goes to voicemail.

That’s when he finally catches sight of the note on the kitchen counter. He picks it up, noticing droplets of blood marking the bottom. A lump forms in his throat when he reads the note:

I’m sorry Draken. I have to go back to where I belong. And that’s with Kisaki. I love him, not you. Don’t call me anymore. It’s over. This is goodbye forever.

Ken knows these aren’t your words. You were forced to write this. But it still hurts. He felt so alive around you. It was hard for him to find that in a woman. And just like that it’s gone.

He’s pissed. Pissed at himself for leaving you alone. Pissed at Kisaki for being an abusive monster. Pissed at the universe for not letting him have you first. 

Now he doesn’t know what to do. He can’t stop the tears. Can’t stop the raging anger in his chest. 

It’s when he tears up his living room in a fit of pitiful anger that he finally realizes how much he loves you. Sitting in his mess he now realizes he never got to say those words to you. To truly make you understand the effect you have on him.

The decision he finally makes is hard. He thinks that he should move on, forget about trying to claim you. He sadly can’t compete with Kisaki. You always end up running back to him. Whether it was through force or not, you always wind up back in Kisaki’s arms and not his. In retrospect, he’s wasting his time chasing after someone who refuses help. But Lord knows he hopes to meet you again.

And he does. About a year and a half later. He’s working in his bike shop, tinkering with a beat up bike he found on the side of the road. To him, it has potential. 

A shadow blocks his work and he looks up with an annoyed expression. But he’s met with a familiar face that makes his irritation melt away. “Ken... I’ve missed you.” God your voice is saccharine to him. 

He stands to his full height and takes in the sight of you. He notices your hips are wider, breasts rounder and fuller. He almost misses the stroller next to you. But that’s the least of his concerns right now.

Seeing you again draws him in close, like a moth to a flame. His hand caresses your cheek, making sure you’re not a figment of his imagination. You lean into his touch with a smile. “Y/n... why?,” is all he can get out. 

You sigh, sadness overtaking your face. He wants to wipe it away. A frown doesn’t belong on your pretty face. “Ken I’ve always had such strong feelings for you. Since we met I knew you were meant for me ya know. Sounds so crazy but my heart doesn’t lie. I love you Ken Ryuguuji.” 

The black haired male is stunned to say the least. On one hand he’s mad he didn’t get to say it first. But on the other hand he’s fucking elated that you feel the same. “I love you too,” he says with a grin. He hasn’t smiled like this in a while. 

His lips meet yours after so long. He’s eager, already deepening it, pulling your body close by an arm around your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss back with just as much fervor. 

He pulls away when he hears noises. You hear them too and quickly rush to the stroller next to you. His eyes widen when you push the top down and reveal a fussy baby. You soothe the child while unbuckling him. “Want you to meet someone little guy.” 

Ken immaturely backs up when you step close to him with the baby cradled to your chest. “Draken meet Itsuki. He’s your son.” A smile lights up your features when you look down at the boy who stares up at you with big eyes. His irises the color of coal, just like Ken’s. 

Said man is in shock. “How?” You’ve left him speechless yet again.

“When I was with Kisaki I was taking birth control behind his back. But that whole month with you I forgot. A part of me kind of hoped it would happen.” Your gaze falters from him back down to your infant.

He still hesitates to step closer. “Why did you even leave? I- I thought I kept you happy.” 

A sigh escapes your lips and you look up at him. “He threatened to kill you. I didn’t want to lose you like that. So I agreed to go with him. But I never stopped thinking about you.” A shiver runs up your spine when recalling that day. How badly you were hurt but all you could think about was Draken’s safety.

You try to caress his cheek but he steps back again. His eyes are downcast and his jaw clenches. “You leaving again?,” he mumbles. He wouldn’t be able to forgive you if you went back to Kisaki and let him raise his son. Ken can’t handle anymore heartbreak from you.

The only thing you can do is smile. “Kisaki is... well he’s dead. Pissed off the wrong person apparently.” The dark haired male finally notices the all black attire you’re wearing. Did she just come from the funeral?, he thinks. “There’s nothing getting in the way of us anymore. I promise Ken.” He finally meets your eyes. You can tell he’s still hesitant, having been hurt by you before. 

His big arms embrace you, his lips kissing all over your face. “Be careful. Don’t squish the baby,” you giggle. He looks down at the little boy who is occupied with his mother’s necklace. 

“Can I hold him?,” he asks meeting your eyes. You nod and gently place the nine month old in his arms. “He’s a heavy guy,” he says with a chuckle. Itsuki reaches out and touches his dad’s cheek with a little smile. “I love him already,” he chokes up, tears threatening to spill.

You smile and stroke the baby’s dark wild hair. “We both love you Ken.” Itsuki agrees with a little squeal. 

“Is that right Itsuki?,” Draken talks back to him making you giggle. 

Finally you both feel happiness, in each other’s arms once again. And you two sure as hell won’t be letting you go. You’re what he needs. He’s what you need.

#draken #draken smut #ken ryuguji #ken smut #kisaki slander #tokyo revengers #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #cw pregnancy #cw abuse

[ilovepedro]

take all of me | javier peña x f!reader

Javier Peña masterlist | Main masterlist

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~1.7k

Summary: After trying Javier at a work event, he puts you in your place on the way home.

Warnings: established relationship, pwp (filth just pure filth), exhibitionism, a little bit of voyeurism, teeny bit of dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamic, papi (daddy) kink, dom!Javier, sub!reader, bit of brat tamer!Javier, bit of brat!reader, possessive!Javier, degradation, oral (m receiving), ass spanking, titty fucking, cum play, bit of praise kink, some spanish translations, reader is female with hair Javier can grab, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: alas, another result of watching way too many Javi edits on tiktok. he’s living in my brain like Joel’s got a roommate now, they split the rent. also, Bey + Javi will always go well together. slowly dipping my toes into brat tamer!Javi… anyway, hope y’all enjoy!! i’m gonna go watch more edits and run away now, byeee 🏃‍♀️ not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

Divider by @/saradika

His lips instantly crash into yours the second the chauffeur shuts the door, he roughly cups your face as the driver steps into the car.

“Javi, esperate mi amor. (wait, my love) The driver can see us,” you mumble against his lips. He pulls back, fishing for something in his pocket as his other hand remains on your cheek.

“Oye, patrón, puedes poner la particion por favor?” (Hey boss, can you put the partition up please?) Javier asks the driver, handing him a huge wad of pesos. The driver just looks between both of you in the rear view mirror before accepting the money.

“Claro patrón,” (Sure, boss) he says with a nod. The partition slowly rolls up, tinted pitch black, and the two of you impatiently watch as it whirs. As soon as it’s shut, Javi slams his lips back on yours, ravenously devouring you.

He swallows the small whimpers that bubble from within your chest. His large hands roam to your hips, gripping them tightly as he sweeps you over his thighs and settles you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

You rut your hips into his, rubbing your core on his clothed cock, moaning at the euphoric friction. He grabs your hips in a vice grip.

“Mmm mm, baby. You think you can just get away with acting like a brat? Teasing me like that at dinner with all my colleagues, even my boss, there? Huh?” His lips ghosting over yours, giving your ass a hard squeeze.

“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to,” you say, voice caught in between a whine and a moan.

A sudden, sharp smack to your ass elicits a yelp from you, your hand flying to cover your mouth.

“Uh uh. You know my name, now use it,” he snarls.

“I’m sorry, papi. I didn’t mean to, lo prometo (I promise),” you whine.

Javier delivers a second smack to your ass, the sting of it making more slick pool in between your thighs.

“Now you’re lying to me, baby? You’re telling me you didn’t mean to grab my cock under the table in front of everyone? Didn’t mean to make me hard as a fucking rock? Because I don’t buy that one fucking bit. Una pinche putita como tu (a fucking whore like you) likes to be fucked like a brat. You thought if you pissed me off enough I’d fuck you. Am I right, baby?”

You nod as you gnaw on your bottom lip, another smack to your ass making a moan tumble from you.

“Words, muñeca (doll),”Javier growls.

“Yes, papi. You’re right,” you whimper. “Wanted to be bad so you’d fuck me, punish me with your cock.”

A smirk plays on his lips as he caresses your ass, soothing the stinging sensation.

“So fucking needy, you can never get enough of this cock, huh, princesa (princess)?” You nod a little too quickly, agreeing with him as tears of desperation sting your eyes, making him chuckle.

“My greedy girl. Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna punish you with my cock, alright,” he rasps, kissing you roughly, teeth clashing as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You moan and involuntarily buck your hips. Javier grips your waist, stopping you and pulls back from the kiss.

“On your knees, baby,” he mutters as he slides you off his lap. You sink to your knees and onto the floor of the car, settling yourself in front of Javier’s clothed cock, looking up at him.

“Look like a fucking dream, baby, on your knees for me in this goddamn dress,” he says as he caresses your cheek, hooking his index finger under your chin and his thumb running over your lips. You eagerly suck his thumb into your mouth, desperate to please him. He groans, his brows scrunched together and lips parted.

“Vamos princesa. (Let’s go, princess) Cock isn’t gonna suck itself.” He leans back against the leather seats, arms crossed behind his head as he eyes you up and down.

You fumble with his belt and pop open the buttons of his slacks and slide down the zipper. Catching one last glimpse of his eyes, you silently ask for approval. He smirks and nods, reassuring you have his permission.

Slowly wiggling his slacks and briefs down in one go, his cock springs free from the confines and the sight of him is mouthwatering. Precum dribbles from the tip, down his shaft and onto his hairs. His whole length is red and throbbing, having been half hard for at least an hour.

Batting your lashes, you dive in, licking languid stripes along his length, Javier pushing some of your hair out of your face with a groan.

You pull away, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it dribble from your lips onto his tip. Taking in a deep breath, you wrap your lips around his tip. He hisses as you suckle it into your mouth, teasingly swirling your tongue around it.

Inhaling, you hollow out your cheeks as you make your way down his cock, eventually reaching the base. His wiry hairs tickling your nose as tears stream from your eyes while focusing on your breathing.

“Fuck, good girl taking papi all at once, baby,” he moans. You drag your mouth back up to the tip and repeat the motions, your pace slowly increasing as you bob your head.

The delicious taste of his salty precum makes your head spin as you toy with his balls, stimulating them as you slurp up and down his cock.

“Shit. Always suck my cock so fucking well, muñeca. Feels so fucking good,” Javier rasps, another pool of wetness grows in between your thighs at his praises. The rough carpet of the car’s interior chafes your knees, your skin burning as you suck him off, adding to your pleasure.

The sounds permeating the air in the car are obscene - slurping mixed with yours and Javier’s moans.

Your lipstick smears around your lips as his heavy length fills your mouth. Mascara smudges around your eyes, tears smearing into the mixture of saliva, lipstick, and cum that gathers around your lips. You gag around him, your throat contracting around his girthy, long cock. 

“Fuck!” He yells, making a quick mental note to tip the driver even more.

“Squeeze your tits together, muñeca. Wanna cum all over those gorgeous tits, been teasing me all fucking night with them,” he snarls.

His cock still in your mouth, you breathe through your nose as you squeeze them together, creating a crevice in your cleavage. He pulls out of your mouth, a string of spit and precum hanging from your lips. Scooting forward and hanging off the seat, he braces his hands on your shoulders. He stuffs his cock in between your tits, rutting his hips into your chest. You moan wildly as he fucks your tits, your chest slick with cum and saliva.

“You wish I was fucking your tight little pussy like this, huh, baby?” He asks tauntingly as he pants.

“Yes, papi! Wish your big cock was stuffed inside me!” You wail beneath him, more tears streaming down your face. 

“Well then you should’ve thought about that before acting like a brat. Should’ve just asked, you know papi will always give you what you want if you ask nicely,” he grunts.

“I’m sorry, papi, I know that,” you sob, pleasure burning in your belly as he thrusts into your chest.

“My little fuckin’ cockslut, mi putita sucia (my dirty little whore). Trying to get me to fuck her in front of my friends and my boss. That what you wanted, muñeca? Wanted them to see how well you take my fat cock, huh?” His words only fanning the flames of desire in your belly, fire roaring higher.

You nod mindlessly, desperate to seek some sort of relief. You’re tempted to reach between your thighs and touch yourself, but you know better than to do that without Javier’s permission.

“Words, muñeca, I’m not gonna tell you again,” he snarls as his thrusts grow sloppier in between your tits.

“Yes, papi! Want everyone to know how well you treat me.” A dark chuckle rumbling in Javier’s chest. “My dirty fuckin’ girl wanting everyone to see how I fill those pretty holes, you’d like that wouldn’t you, baby?”

“Mhmm, y-yes, papi.”

“Too bad I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” he grunts, punctuating his words with each thrust.

Hearing him claim you outloud will always drive you wild.

“I’m yours. All yours, papi,” you cry out, squeezing your tits together even harder, earning a guttural moan from Javier.

“That’s right, muñeca. Mine, you’re all mine,” he groans, cumming hard all over your tits, staining your dress as he makes a mess of you.

Endless moans stream from your lips as he coats your chest, some of his spend spurting onto his stomach and your lips. You eagerly lick up his spend from your lips, moaning as you slather your fingers in the cum that drips down your chest and suck them into your mouth, swallowing his salty, bitter taste. Diving down, you lick up every last drop of his load from his navel, he groans as he floats back to earth from his orgasm.

You squeeze your thighs together, your slick smearing against your skin. Clenching around nothing as you pathetically seek relief from the lacy thong you’re wearing as it catches against your clit. Javier harshly grabs you by the arms and lifts you off the floor, perching you atop his lap once more.

He ravishes your lips, kissing you hungrily as he tastes himself on your tongue. You moan into him as he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

“Did such a good job, princesa. Such a good girl for me,” his lips ghosting over yours. His timbre low and husky, full of lust, love, and admiration. He litters kisses all along your neck and nips at your chin, your meek moans like music to his ears.

Like putty in his hands, he’s got you right where he wants you.

The car rounds the corner of your shared home, the remainder of the ride feels agonizingly long as it slowly comes to a halt in the driveway. He presses soft kisses on the pulsepoint near your ear, his strong nose brushing against your hoop earrings as goosebumps trail along your skin.

“No te preocupes princesa. (Don’t worry, princess) I’ll take care of you once we’re home. I always take care of you, don’t I, muñeca?”

ya me puedo casar Javi. puedo cocinar y limpiar. la cena estará lista cuando llegues a la casa todas las días🧎‍♀️

where my Javi girlies/theylies at??? JAVI NATION MAKE SOME NOISEEE 🫡 shoutout to us fr

anyway, i hope y’all enjoyed! 🫶🏼

tag list: @mandoisapunk @tinygarbage @gracieheartspedro @undrthelights @jenispunk @persephone-girl @javierpena-inatacvest @daydreamingmiller @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

#javier peña #javier peña narcos #javi peña #javi p #javier peña x reader #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x female reader #javier peña smut #javier peña fanfiction

[valentine-cafe]

A Tirimasu and a Strawberry shortcake pretty plase!!

[fem reader]

(Content warning!! Rough sex, a single slap to the ass, spit, begging. idk what else to add. I'm sorry if I missed anything!)

Wet slaps and a tangy aroma fills the air. Dark-colored sheets are bundled in your hands. A rough hand has your head shoved into the bed, damping the bed linen from the tears and saliva streaming down your face. Heavy merciless thrusts meet your hips, shoving you further into the mattress, while writhing and jerking under him. Body flushed against the edge of the bed, legs dangling off the side, a harsh slap lands on your ass. Bucking your rear up as a squeal leaves your lips, a strong hand quickly pushes your body flush against the bed, giving Alessio a better angle to lunge his cock into the depths of your cunt. Mind hazzy, all you could do was lay there sobbing and mewling into the sheets. Being able to do nothing but take the onslaught of his insatiable hunger like his own personal cock sleeve. All you could do was whimper out incoherent words towards Rishen in his spidersuit.

"Rishen please"

"Can't you take my spot for 5 minutes?!"

They both know you don't want it to stop any time soon.

"Fuck papi"

"Please keep going"

"Harder please!"

(This is my first time kinda writing smut, I tried very hard for it to be kinda good!! Does Alessio like being called papi? Since I have been sending a good amount of asks lately, may I be the 🍄 anon please?)

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 928b rishen o'hara & alessio arias

˗ˏˋ꒰🥞꒱ spider monster x reader, hero x reader, mercenary x reader, immortal x reader ⊹ ۪

does alessio like being called papi?

you’d find that out quick, because with every utterance of the name he’s tugging on your hair and fucking into your weeping cunt faster. amplifying wet slapping sounds. purposefully making sure that his balls are grazing and grinding against your poor little clit from the angle he’s pounding you in.

“such a good fuckin’ slut for papi yeah? oh you’re crying? huh you little slut?” he’d say as he curls his hand around your chin and throat to yank you up. so that your back arches and your ass perfectly flushes against his pelvis. giving him just the right position to ram you senseless. with your breasts bouncing with every hefty thrust.

“angh, a-ahhh- papi wait - papi slow d-down — keep going, keep going please,” he’d mimic your whining noises with his own, raspy voice box. mocking croons that turn into a sneer as his free hand lowers to spank your ass once more. “make your damn mind. you want me to fill this cunt up till it’s all messy? you want a break? or am I just fucking you so dumb that you don’t know anymore? patético.”

and oh, your pathetic little whines and loud moans do not make it any easier for rishen, looking down at you with heated eyes so full of desire. doing just about everything to keep his maroon eyes on you — but it’s so hard whenever he sees the way alessio’s slick dick is moving in and out of you at the pace it is.

his own slew of rasped out moans tearing their way through his throat as he feels alessio’s hand rubbing at the hard bulge through the tight fabric of his suit. “f-u-uhnh-ckk — alessio - al-ah— ahh ah, p-please — g-god, fuck her a little harder — come on you can take it cielo - you can take it — uhn” he’d gasp out, bucking his hips into the mercenary’s hand every time it went to rub at him.

“yeah — watching like a fucking slut, practically fucking leaking from your cock, i can feel the wet spot in your suit.” and all while alessio is whispering into rishen’s ear as he fucks you full over and over, his hips piston into your clenching hole, a loud groan emitting from his throat as you squeeze around him just perfectly and has him shooting hot strings of cum inside of you all over again.

“fu-uh-uhnh. that’s it — thaaaaaat’s it, yeah, take this fucking cock — uh-huh, be a good slut for papi. una puttana così brava, così fottutamente sexy”

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ daydreams — rishen 928b ꒱ #⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ daydreams — alessio 928b ꒱ #teratophillia #teratophillia smut #terato #terato x reader #spider monster x reader #spider monster oc #hero x reader #antihero x reader #antihero oc #mercenary x reader #mercenary oc #smut #terato smut #monster oc #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #oc x reader #monster boyfriend x reader #confessions

[merrhea39]

binging everything judgment day pt3

Raw 6/6/22 Cody’s tits exploded. Man Finn had to join Judgment Day in that shithole town called green bay that sucks. When Finn says “finally i see clearly” it sounds like shit directly from an irish glasses ad. 

Bliss vs Doudrop vs Morgan vs Ripley. Rhea Ripley fucks up her face. Brace face Rhea incoming. Brace face riptides Niven to win and fight Belair at MITB (which never happens because of her teeth and a brain injury. She doesn’t have another match until october of 22) 

Raw 6/13/22 kevin patrick interviews bianca and rhea interrupts. A nice segment with Judgment Day, also Rhea roasts kansas lmao. Hi braceface hehe. Masochist Rhea? And I love it when she talks all calmly like a cultist it’s hot. That’s all judgment day does on this show as the main event is *checks notes* a pose-down between austin theory and bobby lashley? WTF? WHO THE FUCK CARES?

Main event 6/20/22 mysterios(w) vs judgment day. MY BIRTHDAY!! Wow judment day has come a long way. Rey mysterio being on the main event is fucking wild. Damian and Finn DO NOT have an entrance down yet lol. DOM IS SO TINY. Damian finally gets his new pants. Why the fuck does the main event have ad breaks? Finn and Damian just beat the shit out of Dom. Aja looking cunty af. Its called a dq even tho this shit happens in every match. Where Mami? I’m more confused at the end than anything. 

Raw 6/20/22 Bianca announces rhea is not medically cleared to fight her at MITB and thats all folks.

Raw 6/27/22 i accidentally thought there was nothing judgment day here but i was wrong priest balor and the mysterious have a backstage confrontation. THE IDEA HAS BEEN PLANTED REY IS A BAD FATHER LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Raw 7/4/22 mysterios(w) vs judgment day. July 4th I sure hope don’t I don’t see a ton of america propaganda. Pre-match promo from rey and dom. SUPRISE ATTACK. Damian and Finn ‘pearl harbor’ dom and rey before the match. It was a raw match, nothing special but Rey does an eddie and gets the win via dq.

Damian and Finn beat up rey and dom dom after the match I bet this won’t last for nearly 3 months.

7/11/22 Rey vs. Finn(w). suit daddy Damian is back we are so up. Finn saying “you’re a bad father” with his accent is so fucking funny “YOU’RE A BAD FODDER!” lmao. Rey took a nasty fuckin bump in this match holy shit. Finn wins and they try to manipulate Dom again.

7/18/22 Damian(w) vs. Rey. match starts during a commercial break wtf is that. mysterios wearing my high school colors lol. Damian wins fairly clean and Rey takes the razors edge nasty as fuck god damn. Dom gets bitched around by Damian and Finn… dirty thoughts are all I know.

Damian and Finn say Dom failed ‘the test’ and that he should’ve used a chair to hit his dad.

Ok so I was skipping to Dom and Rey’s reaction to what Damian and Finn said and byron was talking to corey about when he beat him for the 24/7 title and Corey said “that’s why I drink.” LMAO I WOULD TOO. Anywho the Mysterios cut a pretty basic promo. 

Raw 7/25/22 mysterio start out with a promo on the 20 years that he’s had in wwe.

Mysterios(w) vs. Judgment day. WILL YOU STOP STARTING MATCHES IN THE COMMERCIAL BREAK WTF VINCE. Balor hit the nastiest clothesline of all time on Rey lmao. Mysterios win but not really cleanly.

Mysterios celebrate… but who gives a fuck because PAPI RHEA IS IN THIS BITCH! And ofc she’s beating up Dom. Finn with the line of all time “IT’S NOT YOUR ANNIVERSARY IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”. Rey gets tabled… (come tooesday).

SummerSlam 7/30/22 Mysterios(w) vs. Judgment Day. (Rey’s personal sponsors are why this match happened.) PAPI! Rey with the fucking beer mask lmaoooooooooo. Some people started a ‘we want tables’ chant to which the rest of the stadium responded with a ‘shut the fuck up’ chant. RHEA HURTS DOM AGAIN (rhea hurting dom counter: 2) Edge did not need all of that for a comeback. And the Mysterios still without a clean win over judgment day.

#damian priest #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley #the judgement day #wwe #finn balor

[applesap-fics]

FABril day 6 - Photograph

G, 1385 words, Camilo & Isabela, implied Félix/Agustín/Bruno

Camilo and Isabela find incriminating pictures and have a few thoughts about them.

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Camilo is not proud of the meltdown he had when he found out his mami dated other guys before his dad. What he holds in his hands right now somehow feels even worse. 

In the back of his dad’s hobby cabinet that once stood in his parents’ room — now part of the pile of selectively sorted rubble next to what remains of Casita — he’s found a tintype photograph faded at the edges of his father kissing another woman. 

It makes no sense. His dad is plighted to Mom, his eternal devotion to her as clear as the morning sun. Surely this has been the case since the dawn of time; like the moon has the sun, like the night sky has the stars, his father has his mother and vice versa.

His mouth twitches. The pair doesn’t even look that young. The envelope he pulled it out of said ‘1923-1925’. Pa must’ve seen the woman right before Mami.

An intense cocktail of fury and denial swirls inside his chest and dries out his lips. Before he has time to process any of this, his cousin pops up behind him.

“Woah, is that tío Bruno?” Isabela says, peeking over his shoulder. Her words drop like stones from great heights because woah, is it? That’s absurd, and, no fucking way, no way no way no way.

“No,” Camilo croaks dismissively. “No way. I’m the only changeling here.” He squints and presses his nose against the paper to inspect the woman to confirm that she is not, in fact, their tío Bruno. But it’s a little difficult because the photo is in black and white and her face is turned toward…she’s kissing Papi. And Camilo’s hands are shaking.

He can’t color-type the woman in order to determine if she’s wearing Bruno green or Abuela maroon. Her hair is dark and curly like tía Julieta’s, falling to her shoulders, and parted with a bow the way Mami does it. She wears a modest dress that covers her from wrist to neck, a lace shroud draped over her shoulders; Abuela’s signature look. In her ears hang large hoops that look like Mami’s and her nose is kind of big for a lady-

“Guess you got it from him, then,” Isabela says. “Two dads! Wow. Good for you, Milo.”

He twists around. “He’s not my dad. This is probably just one of his telenovela things, right?” That last word comes out a tad too desperate, so he tries to rectify it with a weaker “right?”.

Isabela shrugs her shoulders. “He’s probably just goofing around.” Camilo can only hope so. Their uncle does that a lot. “Are there more?

In fact, there are more photographs. The two cousins huddle behind the cabinet, hidden from view from the others working around the construction site. There’s a bunch more in the envelope Camilo found the first offending tintype in, but a lot of them are simply pictures of their parents from when they were younger: tía Julieta without her worry lines. Mami and Papi — these feel much more correct. Young Abuela with braids, so weird. Tío Bruno in more dresses. Tío Agustín- oh. 

“Well, would you look at this,” Camilo says, waving the picture in his cousin’s face, hoping the anxious beating in his chest will disappear if he taunts her. “Seems like tío Bruno’s been getting around.”

Isabela snatches the tintype out of his hand. Sure enough, it’s tío Bruno and her father. Bruno wears a different top Camilo thinks is one of tía Julieta’s, bare at the shoulders with a shawl draped over them. His face is clean-shaven, softened with make-up, and he’s looking up at Agustín with an arm around his waist. Tío Gus looks down equally smitten. It’s a damn near exact copy of how he and tía Julieta always stand together, at ease like the unit they are. Having each other for support.

“He’s…He’s probably copying my mother,” Isabela says coolly. But she adds an equally fragile “right?” after. “It’s a joke.”

The problem is that it looks genuine, their affection. And not in a way Camilo knows Bruno roleplays. It’s the face he makes when he dreams away with a romantic story.

Barring the contentious truth that Papi used to date other people before Mami, the pictures make him feel weird. Like they’re snapshots into relationships Camilo isn’t supposed to be privy to. Hidden in the back of his father’s cabinet. Not both his parents’. Who has ever heard of three men in love?

“They look pretty into it,” Camilo says, feigning casualness. “But that would mean that our dads are…and…they’re not like that…are they?”

“It’s hard to imagine.” 

“Not that I think anything is wrong with that,” Camilo says, just in case. It would be hypocritical of him, after all. It’s just…it’s a bit of a blow to consider that Papi could be like him. “It’s like you said. Hard to imagine.”

Isabela gives him a queer, scrutinizing look. “No. I wouldn’t mind either.”

For a second, the world stands still against Camilo’s wish that it should get on with it.

Frowning, Isabela studies the picture for a moment longer. Then her face slackens a little as she gets used to the idea of her dad getting it on with their uncle. “If this is what we think it is, and that’s a big if, do you think they’re still…”

Camilo shrugs. 

Having tío Bruno back with the family is weird. Suddenly there’s this new guy messing up the dynamic between everyone. Mirabel has become an emotional support niece, like a crutch that Bruno uses to lean on whenever the family and the neighbors get to be too much. The triplets are a triad again, the unspoken gap filled with someone they have evidently missed between them. The stories that are coming out from the adults now don’t need to accord for one missing member. They no longer trip and fall over the guy they’re supposed to forget, or close the door on him like he’s a boogeyman to banish.

That last one is a very fun but problematic image Camilo helped perpetrate and hasn’t quite reconciled with. Really, Camilo kind of likes the guy. Bruno is shy but creative and outwardly odd. He’s nothing what he thought Bruno was.

No signs of a rekindling romance between Papi and los Tíos Ridículos though. Not that Camilo noticed, anyway. 

“Doesn’t look like it,” he says to Isabela.

“No?” she offers. “You don’t see tío Bruno looking all moony for no reason and wonder what he’s thinking about?”

“Sure I do. Just don’t think it’s about our dads. I mean, I kinda assumed that he did that because he’s Bruno.”

“Yeah,” Isabela agrees. “I’m not about to ask him, by the way.”

“You’re not?” Camilo asks disappointed. It’s been a while since he’s had an adventure — everyone else in the family seems to get one. “Then how are we supposed to find out-”

She places her hand on his shoulder. “Milo, maybe this is one of those things that’ll come out when it’s time.” 

Isabela’s secret weapon is congeniality. Camilo has always thought that poking and bullying that mask of perfection off of her is fun, knowing there’s a loser like him underneath the princess. But being on the receiving end of that generous face makes it hard to deny the resemblance between her and Abuela. Ergo, he crumples like a little boy under her gaze.

“If tío Bruno and our dads need to have a conversation,” she says sternly, “that’s between them. There’s no way I’m asking tío Bruno and freaking him out — if these photographs are what we think they are and he’s not just putting on a play.”

She has a point. There’s a chance he’ll flat out deny or skirt the issue, which Bruno has done before with less thrilling subjects than forbidden romance. It has been two months since the house fell down and their uncle got plastered back into their lives like a gob of spackle. He’s barely getting used to everyone seeing him. Literally.

“Or maybe it’s nothing and he just likes wearing lady’s dresses.” She shrugs with a smile.

The two of them gather all the photographs back into the envelope and place it in the back of Papi’s cabinet where Camilo found it, hiding the memories a little while longer until they’re ready to come out.

#yes i know its not april anymore i need this challenge finished OK? #encanto #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto fanfic #fabril #fabshipping #day 7 tomorrow I PROMMY #this was longer but i decided against putting in the bits that just.. didnt flow at all #beating the 'dont care about camilo' allegations #by making him gay thats right

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Ups And Downs 26

The Reclusive Brock Archer

My time at my first art show was drawing to a close. Following the resoundingly successful auction of my sketches, I was again practically mobbed by attendees who wanted to see more of my work, have me model for them, have me sketch their likenesses, or have me drop my pants for them. Several asked me if the man in the sketches who was fucking me (Tyler) was my boyfriend. Sadly, I informed them that he was not, and that fact just motivated them more to get my attention.

Ward asked me if I wanted to grab some lunch and then go back to the hotel to pick up where we had left off the night before, but I informed him that I could not. “We’re heading back to Manhattan in a couple of hours,” I explained. “We’re going to have a late lunch/early dinner when we get back.” And I was also looking forward to Rocky’s concert that night at Madison Square Garden.

Just as Rafael was approaching us, I asked Ward when he was planning to return to the city, and he replied. “Not sure. I hitched a ride up, and I guess I’ll have to hitch a ride back.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Rafael chastised him. “We can all ride back in Papi’s limo. He wants to confer with Mr. Block before tomorrow’s session at the U.N., so he’s going to ride back on the train with them, which means we can have the limo all to ourselves.

“And when we get to our hotel, you can show me all the things you have been bragging about doing to my buddy Joe,” he added.

“Or maybe I can do them to you,” Ward smirked.

“Or maybe you and I can tag team Joe,” Rafael rejoindered.

“All right, guys,” I dismissed them. “We’ve only got a couple of hours before the show closes, and I still haven’t had more than a cursory look at the exhibits, so you guys can plot your revenge while I do that.”

Ward was still wearing nothing but his very sexy jock strap, so like the Pied Piper, he strolled through the dwindling crowd of men and enticed a couple of them to follow him and Rafael into the changing room. Imagining what they were going to do in there almost gave me another erection.

Though many of the artworks at the show had been sold, most were still on exhibit—not just the ones that had not been sold, but many of the customers had agreed to pick up their purchases after the close of the show or asked to have them shipped to them, so they were still available to view.

The exhibit was very eclectic. There were sculptures, large and small, novelty items, jewelry, carvings, and, of course, paintings in every imaginable medium and style. There were classical nudes (most with bigger-than-average dicks, of course), romantic couplings, ribald group scenes, close-ups of various sex acts, and some abstracts where I couldn’t tell what the fuck was going on. For the most part, though, the pieces were extremely good, and I was honored to have my sketches displayed alongside the works of very talented artists.

One cluster grabbed my attention above all the others. “They’re marvelous, aren’t they?” asked the gentleman who had sidled up next to me. Actually, it was more of a commentary than a question...and a very apt one at that.

“Yes, but whose work are they? I don’t see a signature.”

“They’re Brock Archer’s,” he replied. “That’s his signature right there,” he added, pointing to a stylized letter A with an arrow through it.

“Brock Archer, the writer? I love his stories.”

“I’ve heard that he is a talented writer, but I am much more familiar with his paintings.”

“I had no idea,” I commented. “Are these acrylics?”

“They’re actually prints of digital paintings. He takes photographs and paints them on a computer.”

“That’s it?”

“It’s a lot more complicated than it sounds. Each painting is constructed in layers, sometimes a dozen or more layers, and on each layer, all the variables—composition, lighting, color, texture and so on—are meticulously calibrated. As he writes in his book, Brock Archer’s Men, the entire process is one of calibration, reflection, and re-calibration until he has achieved a result—a new creative work—that is both erotic and aesthetic.”

“Wow! That’s dope,” I exclaimed. “I’m delighted to see his paintings, but I really wish he had been here himself. I would love to meet him.”

“But he’s been here the whole time,” said the pleasant stranger.

“Really?” I gasped. “Why didn’t Aaron introduce him at the reception?”

“He’s rather reclusive,” he explained. “He shies away from the limelight, but he’s here. That’s him over there,” he nodded.

I turned quickly in the direction of his gesture, where I saw Mr. Block and Woody chatting with a couple of handsome, well-dressed men by the exit. “Which one is he?” I asked, but when I turned to put the question to the man, I discovered that he had stepped away to chat with someone else, leaving me talking to the air.

I debated whether or not I should just go over there and ask which of the two men was Brock Archer, but I didn’t want to appear impolite to Mr. Block or Woody.

“I can’t believe you’ve been around him all this weekend and didn’t know who Brock Archer is,” said the man returning to my conversation space. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Suddenly the pleasant gentleman was starting to sound a bit condescending, but I ventured forth. “No, I don’t, and if you know him, I would appreciate it very much if you would introduce me.”

“That man over there—”

“Which one?” I snapped in frustration.

“Who did you come here with?” he tested my patience.

“Arthur Block and Morgan Woodward...Woody.”

“OK. Arthur Block. Repeat it.”

The guy was starting to seem like a jerk, but I did as he instructed and spoke the name Arthur Block.

“OK, now say it in reverse order, last name first.”

“Block Arthur,” I said.

“Now say it fast three times.”

“Block Arthur. Block Arthur. Block Ar.... Oh, fuck! You don’t mean...you’re not telling me that—”

“Arthur Block is Brock Archer.”

“Holy shit!”

To be continued..

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