#let's win it for Juan

[dinosaurwithablog]

Gerrit Cole gets a 1,2,3 inning after striking out Shohei Otani!! The announcers said that these two teams are the two best teams who ever faced off in the World Series, and I believe them. These are incredible athletes!! This is gonna be so much fun to watch. I hope that the Yankees win tonight for Juan Soto's birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 LET'S GO YANKEES!!!!!

[aybaybader]

POSTSEASON!!!

[raddestrose]

NOOOOOOOOO

SHE SO HAD THAT IN THE BAG

Oh evil glasses man younasked for it

[unforced3rr0r]

GREEN MONSTER || CA

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+18, MINORS DNI

summary: After a painful defeat in Doha, Carlos is less than pleased to see you cheering on his rival.

pairing: carlos alcaraz x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, p in v, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (don't try this at home), teasing, edging, degradation.

a/n: Carlos losing irritated me, so you're welcome. Also, I’m going to start a tag list so if you want to be added lmk.

MASTERLIST

Carlos was pissed. From the second he left the court after losing because of a dumb mistake he was seething. Usually, he found a way to take a deep breath, calm down and find the good in every loss.

But not tonight. Usually, you would be waiting for him the second he got off the court, win or loss, ready to throw your arms around him and tell him everything was okay.

But when he emerged from the changing room looking desperately for you and the comfort you touted around with you, you were nowhere to be seen.

He turned to his coach who had the same perplexed look on his face. "¿Dónde está ella?" (Where is she?) Concern laced Carlos' tone.

You hadn't been to Doha before, and with only a few matches done, you didn't know your way around very well. Suddenly Carlos' anger was gone and replaced with worry.

"Ella estuvo aquí hace un momento." (She was here a moment ago.) Juan Carlos began looking around as if you were a racket he had misplaced rather than a person with legs and free will.

Carlos immediately reached for his phone and began texting you, but just as his thumb hovered over the send button, Juan Carlos tentatively called his name.

"Carlitos mira." (Carlitos look.) His brown eyes flitted to the screen in the hallway. Instead of seeing the match between Draper and Berrettini, like the cameras were supposed to be focused on, your face illuminated the screen.

The camera panned out slowly, you smiling widely and clapping as Draper scored a point. Then it hit Carlos. You were in Jack's box.

The worry was long forgotten as the rage returned tenfold seeing Draper smile at his box while you cheered enthusiastically.

You were supposed to be here comforting Carlos in the wake of his loss and instead, you were sat in his rival's box cheering him on.

Carlos picked up his phone again and furiously typed away on his phone. The camera had moved back to the on court action but he spotted you in the background of the shot glancing down at your phone.

Carlos: I’ll see you back at the hotel, then maybe you can explain why the fuck you’re in Draper’s box.

You glanced directly at the camera and smiled, as if you knew Carlos was starting at the tv. He let out a frustrated grunt, “vamos al hotel,” (let’s go to the hotel) Carlos called out to Juan Carlos.

When his coach gave him a questioning look the tennis player just shook his head, picking up his tennis bag and heading to the exit.

Juan Carlos let out a laugh behind the angrily stomping Spaniard.

…

Opening the hotel door your heart beat picked up its pace. You had known that you were tempting fate when Jack asked you to watch his game. You knew it was going to get worse when Jack won and Carlos lost.

When your phone had buzzed in the middle of the game you known it would be him, and the blatantly angry tone had lit your insides on fire.

Carlos was always sexy, but there was something about him when he was jealous, the glint in his eye and the way he held you.

You knew what you were doing slipping into Draper’s box and you couldn’t deny you were slightly excited at what you would face on the other side of the door.

When you walked into the hotel room, Carlos was sat on the sofa, his posture rigid as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

At the sound of the door closing his raised his eyebrows but didn’t turn to look at you keeping his focus on his phone where he angrily typed away.

You moved across the room putting your bag away in the bedroom along with your coat. When you returned back into the living room Carlos was watching you, his gaze waiting for your figure to appear in the doorway.

As you opened you mouth to speak, Carlos stood up, his eyes narrowing on you as his brown eyes stared you down.

“Have fun watching Jack?” His snarky tone cut through the silence.

Under his gaze you saw your options play out, you could diffuse the situation and lessen the repercussions, or…

“It was great, he has such an incredible playing style. It was quite an easy win for him really.” Carlos murmured under his breath the annoyance he felt earlier beginning to rise to the surface.

You decided to be brave, moving towards the Spaniard, closing the distance to the point where you could reach out and touch him. His soft brown eyes had sharpened, and with each step you took towards him his shoulder tensed.

"¿Crees que es mejor jugador que yo?" (D'you think he's a better player than me?) Carlos taunted, "¿Quieres sentarte en su palco como su novia para que todos puedan verte?" (Do you want to sit in his box as his girlfriend so everyone can see you?).

He reached his hand out to lift your gaze to his, his grip on your face tight but not painful. You watched as he leaned into your ear his voice low and domineering, "Answer me."

The way he spoke and held your face had you feeling lightheaded, the kind of attitude that Carlos only exhibits when he's truly pissed off. He spends so much time worshipping you usually that to have him standing over you now caused shivers to encompass your body.

"You're a better player than Jack." you whimpered, his other hand finding a tight grasp on your waist.

His hand slid from holding you by the jaw to resting on your neck, "and, do you want to be his girlfriend or mine because I guarantee he can't fuck you half as good as I can."

His words went straight to your core, and you found yourself whimpering at the thought of Carlos proving his point with you.

In the most delicate tone you could muster you nearly whispered, "I want to be yours." His eyes softened briefly before returning to their rage-filled view, the facade cracking just enough to remind you that this was your loving boyfriend standing in front of you.

"Pruébalo, ponte de rodillas." (Prove it, get on your knees). Stood in the middle of the living room you wasted no time lowering yourself to the ground, you held Carlos' gaze the entire time, fluttering your eyelashes as you looked up from the floor.

He stared patiently as your hands reached his shorts tugging them and his underwear down in one pull. He was hard, the tension of the afternoon so far visibly riling him up.

You wrapped your hand tightly around him pumping up and down, precum leaked from the tip and Carlos let out a groan as you moved forward to take him in your mouth.

Immediately his hand threaded through your hair, gripping tightly as you began to bob your head up and down. You licked a stripe from the base of him to the tip, as Spanish profanities poured from his mouth.

You took as much of him as you could in your mouth feeling him hit the back of your throat as you used your hand on the rest of him, you picked up the pace as Carlos praised you.

"Fuck this mouth was made for me and only me." Every word that left his lips hit your core harder, and you knew you were dripping as you tried to keep your attention on Carlos.

His breathing began to get shallower, and he began to direct your head with his hands. You braced your hands on his thighs and he began thrusting in and out of your mouth.

"God, you're such a good girl letting me fuck your face, would you let Jack treat you like this? huh? let him treat you like his own personal whore?"

You moaned into him at his words, as he pulled your head to his abdomen, your nose brushing the hair that you admired every time he worked out shirtless.

Your eyes watered from how deep Carlos was getting himself in your throat, his thrust faltering slightly as you could tell he was close. His moans grew and as you hollowed your cheeks around him and he came down your throat. You felt the hot spurts hit your taste buds the salty taste filling your senses.

Looking up at him you pulled away, smirking and noticeably swallowing. He groaned out of pure attraction, pulling you off your knees and into a desperate kiss.

The hunger was undeniable as his tongue found its way into your mouth, his hand gripping the back of your neck tightly. He pulled away moving to assault your neck, as his lips moved up to your ear he growled, "I'm going to fuck you with my tongue and fingers, and you aren't allowed to cum until I say so, okay?"

Your legs weakened just at the thought of Carlos between them and your mind was foggy with his lips attached to your neck. Briefly, he pulled away from his assault, eyes boring into you. "Yes?"

His demand for a response snapped you slightly from your daze a pleading tone hitting his ears, "Please Carlos."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me." Carlos didn't hesitate to push you down onto the sofa behind you, lowering himself so he hovered over you.

His lips found yours as he roughly kissed you, trailing his lips down your neck, and to the skin on your chest not covered by your top.

His hand pulled on the bottom of your shirt and you moved slightly allowing him to pull it over your head, exposing your black lacy bra to him.

“It’s like you knew exactly where you’d end up.” One of his hands pulled at the cup of you bra allowing you to spill out of it. He roughly pulled on your sensitive nipple as you moaned at the sensation.

He attached his mouth to the top of your other breast, harshly sucking purple marks into your skin which would serve as a reminder of this moment in the days to come.

Each action drew moans from your lips as Carlos' hand trailed down from your breast down your body, his lips following eagerly after.

When he reached the waistband of your jeans he looked at you, his big brown eyes waiting for you to beg for him. His fingers rested on the buttons of your jeans and your head fell back against the sofa in frustration.

"Carlosssss." He flicked the button open, pressing a light kiss to your stomach just above the zipper,

"Dilo de nuevo." (say it again).

"What?"

"di mi nombre otra vez." (say my name again) His lips kissed your stomach again as his fingers slowly pulled down your zipper.

"Carlos." You whimpered, your hands reaching for the pillows on either side of you. He pulled down your jeans sliding them down your legs and throwing them out of sight. Met with black lacy underwear a smirk enveloped his face and he rubbed his thumb softly over the material.

"Matching underwear? Were you planning this?" You smiled briefly, but when his fingers pulled your underwear to the side and ran them through your folds you cried out. Your hands weaved their way into what small strands of hair were long enough to grab onto trying to pull him closer to you.

He laughed at your whining and the way your hips moved, desperate to feel more of his fingers against you. He paused for a moment, watching you squirm leaning forward and kissing your clit.

Your breathing deepened, the anticipation of the moment killing you. Just as you were about to beg him to touch you he thrust his finger inside you.

Loudly moaning his name as his fingers curled inside you, hitting every spot perfectly. His mouth attached to clit, his tongue trailing around it causing your legs instinctively to close around his head.

Every movement made had your hips edging close to him. He moved one of his large hands to hold your leg away, while the other hand brought you to tears.

The sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you was a clear sign of how desperate you wanted him. Your hands tugged harder on the ends of his hair as your abdomen tightened and your back arched.

Feeling your high fighting its way towards you, Carlos added a third finger and sped up his pace. The brutal speed fogged your vision, and your legs began to shake as you teetered on the edge.

Just as you felt your high about to hit, Carlos pulled away leaving you whining in frustration.

"Fuck." Your head fell to the side, looking down at the devilish grin and brown eyes staring back at you. You were still dripping, and as your hips subconsciously moved, trying to find friction with anything Carlos rubbed his thumb over your clit.

The jolt made your legs shake and you groaned in annoyance at the Spaniard having far too much fun teasing you. "Only girls who sit in my box and mine only get to cum."

His nonchalant tone infuriated you, grabbing him by the collar of his t-shirt and pulling him over you.

"Are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have to get Jack to?" You knew you shouldn't have said it, but seeing the way his eyes darkened and the feeling of him gripping your thighs tightly made you sure you were in for the best sex of your life.

"You think he could make you feel half as good as I could?"

"Maybe I should go find out." You made a move as if you were going to get up and go find Jack. Carlos wasted no time, gripping your hips and throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped as he moved to the bedroom and threw you down on the soft sheets.

He pulled his shirt over his head with one hand, exposing his toned torso, his V-line carved into him, disappearing beneath his boxers.

You sat up, you nails trailing him his body other each ridge and dip in his body, your hand slips over his pecs and around his neck pulling him into a desperate kiss. His hand gripped the back of your neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

Carlos slowing moved over you while his lips moved to your neck, attacking the skin just below your ear. He pulled away from your neck and moved to pull you underwear from your legs, his hands travelling behind your back to remove your bra.

You lay bare in front of him and suddenly a wave of vulnerability engulfed you. He kissed up from you chest, to your neck and he whispered in your ears,

“Get on all fours for me.” His tone was deep and you know he was serious so you wasted no time moving so your ass was facing the Spaniard.

You head met the pillows and you felt Carlos’ rough grasp on your ass. He ran his hands over the soft skin before slapping it, jolting through your body and core.

He gave three slaps before he settled himself again you, feeling his clothed bulge against your dripping core.

One of his hands moved to slip through your folds collecting your slick with his fingers,

“You think Jack could make you this wet.” You were tired or teasing him, lying there desperate for him inside of you,

“Never, only you can Carlos. Only you.” For a moment it was silent behind you but just as you went to turn your head, Carlos entered you, bottoming out inside.

You both moaned at the feeling of him inside you, no matter how often you found yourself in this position it felt like the first time. He stayed for a moment, leaning down to kiss your shoulders.

"Carlos, please move." You tried to move your hips back against him but his hands steadied your body.

"Apuesto a que Draper no podría hacerte gemir así con sólo estar dentro de ti. Mira lo desesperada que estás." (I bet Draper couldn't make you moan like that just by being inside you. Look how desperate you are.)

You moaned at his words, your whine muffled by the pillows. You begged for him again, and this time, you felt him pull out and ram himself back into you, setting a brutal pace.

You tried to call his name, but incoherent moans were all you were capable of producing. Every thrust seemed to hit deeper inside you.

"Carlos fuck-" you managed to choke out praise as he railed into you, his hand making contact with your ass cheek again. You gasped at the contact, making your core grow wetter.

After teasing you before, it didn't take long before you were nearing the edge, at which point your whines turned into incessant begs for him to let you cum.

Unfortunately, the Spaniard had other plans, pulling out of you and leaving your core clenching around the air. You whimpered, gripping the sheets beside you in frustration before hitting your hand against the pillow.

Carlos flipped you over so he was on top and immediately lined himself up with your entrance again. You tried to move your hips allowing for any friction but it was pointless.

He kissed you roughly then smirked, "Si quieres correrte, será mejor que gimas mi nombre en voz alta, Draper está en la habitación de al lado." (If you want to cum, you better moan my name out loud, Draper is in the next room.)

Suddenly your heart stopped as you saw the shit-eating grin on his face. You may have known what would happen if you went to Draper's box but Carlos had put just as much thought into the payback.

He thrust inside of you again, your legs wrapped around his waist and your hand met his shoulder blade digging your nails into it as he returned to his harsh pace.

You did as he asked and moaned his name loudly with each thrust, his lips finding your neck and attacking it as he focused on how deep he could thrust inside you.

The room was filled with the sound of your moans and the sound of him moving in and out of you, Carlos groaning about how good you felt around him as he picked up his pace.

He moved your legs so they rested on his shoulders and the angle change was earth-shattering, your moans turned to incoherent screams, and his thumb found your clit which had your mind going foggy.

"Fuck Carlos, I'm so close." You cried out, begging that he would actually let you tumble off the cliff you were so nearing the edge of.

"Correte para mi" (cum for me). His words pushed you over the edge, seeing stars as your vision went white and you screamed the Spaniard's name while you came around him.

He fucked you through your high and as you clenched around him his thrusts began to falter and he came inside you groaning. His head fell to the crook of his neck, your legs falling from his shoulders and his arms held up his body.

"Fuck." he grunted into your neck. You took deep breaths as your hand snuck into his hair nails scraping along the bottom of his scalp.

After a moment he pulled out of you and lay beside you. His hand reached your face, thumb caressing your cheek gently. He brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes as he gazed lovingly at you.

"Espero no haber sido demasiado duro." (I hope I wasn't too harsh.) His angry tone from earlier was gone and replaced with the gentle voice you loved so much.

"If I knew you'd fuck me like that I would've sat in Jack's box months ago." Carlos groaned and you laughed, enjoying the moment of peace and laughing at the Spaniard's jealously.

"Jack me va a matar" (Jack is going to kill me) the Spaniard chuckled, leaning across the bed to pick up his phone. He returned to his spot next to you, one hand caressing your hip while the other showed you his phone.

Jack: Bro come on? Could you two be any louder?

Carlos let out a hearty laugh and you covered your face with embarrassment. Jack was a good friend of you both and knowing that he had heard everything that had just happened was not something you wanted to think about.

Carlos moved your hands out of your face, holding your cheek and pulling you in to kiss you. His gentle kiss was the opposite of his early mood but he smiled as he pulled away.

"Eres mia" (You're mine), you pecked his lips softly, looking into the brown eyes you loved so much.

"Yours."

[apollosdaydreams]

Viva Las Vegas!

Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: smut 18+, dom! Max, Sub! Reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), swearing. Sorry if the Dutch is wrong I used a translator.

Author's note: I'm still pretty new to writing smut, so I hope this came out fine!

Summary: after Max won his fourth world championship joining Juan Manusel Fangio, Alain Prost, Michael Schumacher, Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton. Meaning you and Max have a long night of celebrating this incredible win.

Max and you stumbled into your shared hotel room, Max pushed you up against the door, one hand on your hip while the other locked the door behind you. Kissing his neck while playing with the ends of his hair close to his neck, he groaned, pushing his hips harder on to yours.

“Wees geen plagerij” he growled in your ear. “Jump..” he whispered.

(Don’t be a tease)

You jumped slightly, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands coming to hold you up by your ass. Walking over to the bed so he could lay you down on it. You made your way up to the pillows, looking up at Max with a smile.

“You're being slow Max.” You whined.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Me? Slow? I’ll show you slow sweetheart.” he breathed. He then went for the button of your shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, slowly he pulled down your shorts. Making his way back up to you he kissed your soft thighs, getting closer and closer to where you wanted him the most. He skipped over where you wanted him the most, pushing up your top and kissing your stomach, lifting your shirt over your head.

You whined. “Please, Max, please I need you.” You begged, grinding your hips up into his, chasing a release.

Max couldn't help but let out a small laugh. “Begging for it now, needy little thing.” He whispered into your ear, moving down to kiss your neck. Reaching behind you to unclasp your bra, and throwing it somewhere in the room, kissing down your stomach, he stopped right above your painty line. Looking up at you and smiling, then reaching up to take it off. You lifted your hips to help him take off your painties.

“So fucking needy liefde….” Max whispered.

(love)

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me Verstappen…”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Max said while quickly pulling down his jeans and boxers, and unbuttoning his white shirt, throwing it with the other articles of clothes that were now thrown about the room.

Max then flipped you over, so Max was laying on the bed and you were on top of him. His hands holding your hips, you slightly moved upwards and Max grabbed his cock to help you line it up with you. You slowly sank down on him, moaning as you did. Max couldn't help himself but moan with you, grabbing your hips harder.

“Oh god, y/n, you feel so good….” He moaned out, his head leaning back on to the pillows behind him, and closing his eyes. You then began to bounce on his lap, setting the pace, Max then began to help you, gripping your hips and moving you up and down. You moaned.

“Oh.. max, please, i- please…” you said, not really knowing what you were saying please for.

“Please what?” he said cockly, still moving you up and down against him.

“Harder, I- I need harder, please Max…” you whispered.

Max growled slowly, flipping you back so you were laying on the bed. He then began to fuck you harder, one hand on the bes next to your head, while the other was now on your clit.

Max’s pace never slowed, I guess being a high performance athlete helped.

“Max…. I'm close… dont stop, please don't stop.” you begged.

“Hmmm I'm close, too liefde.” He whispered into your ear, still never slowing down his pace.

You could feel your lower stomach begin to tighten. Mumbling something incorrectly, but max didn't care, all he cared about was making you feel good, and making you cum before himself. You then felt the knot in your stomach become undone, moaning out Max’s name as you came. Almost getting no time to breathe as Max finished right after you. He fell down next to you, both of you breathing heavily.

“God i fucking love you y/n.” He said, begging to kiss the side of your neck.

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You woke up to the sun peaking through the window, you slowly opened your eyes, to see that Max was still asleep behind you, his arm laying over you. You let out a long breath enjoying the quiet morning, but you couldn't help but feel the small ache between your legs, from last night's activities. Before you know it Max had woken up, kissing the skin on the back of your neck.

“Good morning schatje…”

(sweetheart)

“Morning Max…” you mumbled as you turned around so your face could be in his chest.

Max couldn't help but chuckle. “So how many times did I make you cum last night?” He asked smugly.

You rolled your eyes. “”Four times, for each championship you won.” you said.

Max pulled you in closer. “I think I could make you cum 4 more times, don't you think?”

You laughed. “Yeah no, my pussy needs a break from your abuse.”

Max fake frowned at you. “Fine, I'll give you a short break, then make you cum four more times.” He said with a smile.

“God Max, you are so annoying. You said, rolling your eyes at the Dutch.

“But you love it.” He winked.

You smiled up at him. “I guess you're right.” You said kissing his lips. “I'm so proud of you Max…”

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[sthavoc]

hear me out bestie, an ex's to lovers. like enzo and his gf broke up for some reason but he is winning her back and not letting her go

☆ 🌃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: enzo and you have been broken up for almost a year now. the both of you hang out with the boys and you talk. he wants to win you back, and maybe he will.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: beer. a few cuss words.

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: bestie ofccc!! thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it!<3 also currently working on more requests so hang tight!! <3 juani and mati were a handful on this one lmao. hope I didn’t miss any grammar mistakes 🙏🏻.

“A ver, chicos ya por favor bájenle a la cerveza.” You grabbed Valentino’s and Juani’s can, but they immediately grabbed it off your hands again. “Ya es la media noche por Dios.”

“Ay no seas aguafiestas nena.” Juani took a long sip of his can as he looked at you, before he began to walk away.

“No, no es que sea aguafiestas Juan Caruso. Es que no tengo ganas de cuidar de nadie.” Your words were followed by a sarcastic smile while your eyes were set on Juani.

The boys and you found yourselves at a park near La Plaza. All of you had agreed to buy a pack of beers and just hang around the park. Though the boys lost count and were starting to get a little tipsy.

“Ay, ¡Es viernes! Se bebe.” Juani dragged the last syllable of his sentence. All of this before Matias spoke—

“Ay se me antojó una pizza ¿Y si vamos por una?” Even before you spoke, all the guys were already saying yes. You knew there was no point in saying no because there was not going to be a no for an answer. Plus a pizza wasn’t a bad idea.

Everyone walked to the nearest Pizzeria of where you were. The guys walked in front as you stayed behind and watched them goof around, doing silly little things. Your arms crossed over your chest as the wind hit you. You felt like the mom of the group right now.

“Dale que yo te ayudo si se descontrolan.” Enzo’s voice comes up behind you making you turn to look at him.

“Ay eso ayudaría. Gracias.” You sighed.

“No hay de que, son una carga. Lo se.” He winks jokingly making a laugh escape out of you.

There was a silence after that. Not peaceful but not graceless either. Like you yearned for to say something but you didn’t know if you should. Enzo felt the same way, but the dissimilarity was that he wanted to say something he just didn’t know what exactly. So he just went with the classic—

“¿Como estás? ¿Como te trata la vida?” His hands rested on the inside of his pockets. He didn’t know if he should mentally slap himself or not for asking that question.

“Pues bien. La verdad nada nuevo, más que cuidar de Blue.” Blue was your 3-year-old cat. Enzo had gotten him for you, for your 1 year anniversary. “¿Y tú?” You glanced at the guys before looking back at Enzo. “¿Como te sientes con tu nuevo estilo de vida?”

Enzo chuckled before he replied. “Pues me va bien. Las fans son-” He puffs out a breath letting his hand drop towards his thigh. “Maravillosas. Los eventos, increíbles.”

To you, it seemed like Enzo was doing amazing. You were proud, there was no doubt about that. “Me da gusto escuchar eso. Estoy orgullosa de ti Enzo.”

“Gracias, nena.” A soft smile crept on Enzo’s lips after his sentence. The both of you walked and walked behind the guys. When he felt like saying something again, Matias spoke—

“Dale pelotudo dame la plata.” He jokingly pushed Juani who just shook his head and picked his hand up in the air. “Como queres que pague ¿ah?”

“Juani, ya dale el dinero a Matías.” You sighed, walking over towards the two of them. You had arrived at the Pizzeria, Juani just had to give Matias the money to go order and pay.

“Ay ya que es joda.” He dragged the last syllable before giving the money to Matias who snatched the bills from his hand.

While Matias went inside and ordered the pizza, you and Enzo stayed with the rest trying to settle them down and avoid any trouble. You had both clutch’s on Esteban and Juani while Enzo had Blas and Agustin (Lain). Valentino had ended up going with Matias. The walk back after the guys came back with the pizza was the same as the walk towards it. Except this time Matias kept putting the pizza box above his head all because Juani wanted a piece.

“Me van a matar.” You sighed as you watched them sit down on the grass with pizza in the middle. You shivered as you felt the breeze of the night whistle on the back of your neck. It sent a wave of shivers through your whole body creating goosebumps.

“Toma, nena.” Enzo came up to you with his jacket in his hand. He noticed you struggling with the cold. This man was like your guardian angel.

“No, estoy bien. Gracias.” Your words made Enzo roll his eyes. He had a feeling you would say no.

“Dale, tenes frío. Toma.” He pressed, extending his hand out even more. This time you accepted and grabbed the jacket off his hand.

“Gracias. Ni cómo pagarte el favor.” A chuckle leaves your lips while a sigh of warmth follows, as you feel the warm heat cover your upper body.

Enzo smiled when he saw you with his jacket on. It had been a long time since the last time he ever did. He didn’t even realized he missed it. Though he did get an idea—

“Déjame que te invite a cenar.”

You looked at him with a smile as your hands rested on the inside of the pockets. You knew what he was trying to do.

“¿Me diste la chaqueta para poder preguntarme esto verdad?” A slight smile carved on your lips, and shortly one did on Enzo’s as well.

“Ya, me vas a decir que no funcionó.” He wanted you to say yes, and he knew it was not going to be easy. His eyes stayed on you as you shook your head still with your smile on. You were gonna answer when Juani called your name— you’ve got to be kidding me. Enzo thought.

“Dale T/N, vengan pa’ acá. ¿Qué hacen allá?” Juani hollered waving for the both of you. “Háganle que se acaba la pizza.”

You and Enzo walked towards the circle as they made space for the both of you. The boys had already eaten, and some still were. Others were on their second round, while you and Enzo barely started.

“Dale pero no seas puerco salame.” Matías pushed Juani’s head towards the side as he watched how the curly head stuck a whole slice of pizza in his mouth, almost choking.

These two were a mess.

After you finished your pizza you had a few sips of your beer and still tried to calm down anything the boys would be doing. For a moment you got on your phone to check the time and realized it was 1:30 a.m. Until from the corner of your eye, you caught a glance of Enzo sitting next to you.

“¿Entonces?” He darted. His hands rested on his knees that he somewhat was hugging.

“¿Entonces?” You repeated, but knowing what he meant. You wanted to see how long it would take for him to keep asking you.

He sighed with a shake of the head and a smile. “¿Me vas a dejar que te invite a cenar?”

Even though Enzo and you had been broken up for almost a year now, you somehow always felt like there was still a spark left inside your heart for him. Perhaps in the moment of your breakup, you felt like it was all gone. But maybe he was starting to dig deeper into your heart and he was beginning to pull the spark again. Though if he was going to ask you out again you were not going to make it easy for him. You were going to give him the same hard time you did as the first time he asked you.

“Mmm, no lo sé. ¿Será que puedes?” Your words made his eyes glow even more than the dimmed light from the street. His lips let out a chuckle.

“Has lo que quieras. Pero voy a robar tu corazón de nuevo, chiquita.” He smirked. His words with a more serious but yet playful tone.

Your lips pressed together trying not to smile. “Ya te quiero ver intentarlo.” He didn’t even know he was already starting to. But you also didn’t want to give him the privilege of knowing he still had a sort of effect on you.

“Te di mi campera. Eso debe de contar.” He motions towards his jacket that you are wearing, with a raise of eyebrows. You beamed down at it before you skimmed back at him and said—

“Oh, vas a tener que esforzarte más, Vogrincic.”

His eyes looked at you with the most sincere look his eyes could possibly give. You could get lost in them forever.

“Si me dejas-” His voice cut off as he heard a scream from one of the boys making him sigh before he tried again. “Si me dejas, te juro que esta vez no te suelto.”

Enzo was determined to do whatever he had to do to get you back. If he had to move the oceans for you, he was certain he would.

just for you.

And that was another reason for you to start giving him a second chance to win your heart again.

[sotossunflowerseeds]

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆

🅝🅞🅦 🅟🅛🅐🅨🅘🅝🅖: ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴀʀɪᴀɴᴀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴇ

✩ ♬ ₊˚. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙊𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙄 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 '𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 '𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙊𝙝, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

´¨*•.¸¸.•*´¨•.¸¸.• ♪♫•¨•.¸¸ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪ ´¨*•.¸¸.•*

warning! 1,931 words of pure filth xx

✧･ﾟ*ೃ༄

Dating a baseball player is not easy, especially a generational hitter who is also arguably one of the most desired men. The media and public eyeing your every move, waiting for the smallest of cracks in hopes of turning into the biggest headline of cover pages. But that’s not what bothers you. It’s their busy schedules; away games to be precise. The Mets had back-to-back road series and you haven’t seen Juan in a while. You should be used to this by now, but you can’t help but miss him - his touch, his scent, his presence.

They played their last game of the series tonight and Juan would be home soon, so you settled on watching him on an ipad screen to ease your nightly blues. He looked good all game and even better now; muscular, veiny arms crossed and bulging out of his sleeveless shirt as he answers questions from the press. His skin glistening from that postgame afterglow. fuck. You can’t help but squeeze and rub your thighs together, for the millionth time this night.

“How do you feel about the team successfully taking both away series?”

“It feels great. I think it’s pretty great that the team played well as a whole and we came up with great plays, great at bats. We’re happy that we ended our road trip with a win and of course excited to be back at Citi and hopefully put up another great home stand for our fans.”

“Also shutout to my motivation, my girl. Tonight’s performance for you baby. I miss you and can’t wait to see you soon haha.”

His cheeky comments sent tingles and butterflies throughout your body. You cant help but clench your thighs again. He needs to come home asap. You laid in your shared bed restless, hugging and sniffing his pillow that smells like him, hoping it would suffice. Of course it was not enough. Even though he was coming back the next day, he was gone for a week which felt like eternity. You squeezed his pillow with your legs to ease your throbbing pussy. All the built up frustration and impatience got to you.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝘼𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙃𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙃𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹

So you closed your eyes and roamed your hands all over your body, pretending it was Juan’s hands feeling you up. His thick strong veiny hands; roughed up and rugged from all the work he’s put in for his craft. Starting from your neck; gently squeezing it. Moving down to your soft breasts, kneading and toying them from the fabric of his jersey that you were wearing. You then pinched your nipples and let your hands wander further south. You were in a trance.

Suddenly a familiar ring broke you out of your state of ecstasy. It was Juan, facetiming you. Quickly you straightened and gathered yourself, a feeble attempt to hide any hints of the “activities” you were just doing. Your pride and ego somehow cannot let him know how down bad you are. You could already imagine the smirk on his face and all the teasing that’s to come.

“Cómo está mi princesa?”

“H-hey. I’m doing fine Juany,” you said almost breathlessly; still high from the self pleasure. Juan gave you a puzzled a look.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You don’t sound fine?”

“It’s nothing. Just tired!”

“Oh really? Why do you looked so flushed? You’re cheeks are red princesa.” A small smirk began to form.

“It’s the lamp’s lighting. You’re just seeing things!” With that, his smirked grew even more. Busted. He knew you too well. He could always tell if something was off without the need for you to voice it out. He could practically read your mind. After all, he made it his mission to become the best boyfriend for you. And one of the ways he’s achieved that is being fluent in the complex language of you.

“You were misbehaving weren’t you? Tell me princesa, were you touching yourself to the thought of me? Damn I played too well today huh? Got you feeling things.”

“Shut up I just couldn’t sleep okay. And fyi I didn’t even go the full way.”

“You’re so cute when you lie. Especially when you get all pouty trying to save face,” he teased.

“Screw you, I’m ending the call n-

“So you didn’t cum yet?” Juan asked, voice low and firm, full of intent. All you could do was shake your head no.

“Puedes ser una buena niña para mí esta noche princesa?” (Can you be a good girl for me tonight princess?). His low husky voice could make you cum there and then.

“Si papi.”

Juan smirked, “Good girl. You know the rules, you do exactly as I say. Now, sit up on your knees and let me see all of you princess.”

You do as he says. You propped up the ipad a bit further away so he could see your form. Juan marvelled and groaned at the sight. You on your knees, faced flush, eyes wide; so pliant and anticipating his next demand. You we wearing nothing but his jersey which rode up higher revealing white sheer lace panties. Blood rushed to his dick. Oh how he wished he was home with you right now, fucking you on all fours.

“Spread your legs even further for me sweetheart,” he commanded and you obeyed; revealing a wet spot. His dick got even harder. You ran a hand up to your thigh and then traced circles on your clothed pussy. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Juan’s voice sounded even more firm. You shook your head. “Use your words princessa. What’s wrong cat got your tongue? You were so feisty earlier.”

“I’m sorry papi!”

“Give your pussy a slap for me.” You let a low moan as you did what you were told. Your pussy aching and clenching at nothing. Juan groaned at the sight. He could combust at that moment. He fought the urge to touch himself. Fought the urge to lose control and let you do as you please. He was trying his best to prolong the night; so he’ll play this little game. “Turn around and bend over for me princess.” And you did, giving your ass a hard slap. Moaning in the process. He let out a low grunt. Juan’s entire demeanor darkened; eyes dilating with desire. “Fuck. You’re so good for me baby. And only for me,” he said as he palmed his erection through his sweats. There was something about you bent over while bearing his last name on your back.

“Mhmm. Only for you papi.” You loved it. Love to please him. And of course you love how much you affected him.

“Put on a show for me sweetheart.” You didn’t even need to be told. Something about the way he said it, pleading and almost pained. It sent ripples of electricity throughout your body. You took his pillow. The one where he lays his head. The one that smells like him. The one that you cuddle, pretending it’s a replacement on days and nights where he’s gone. And you rode it like a madman, screaming and moaning obscenities that would earn you a special seat in hell. Juan couldn’t resist anymore and palmed himself through his boxers.

“Are you close?”

“Mhmm.”

“Stop.”

You were so close to reaching the high you’ve been chasing. But a dark and twisted part of you enjoyed this sick and twisted game the both of you are playing. You obeyed his command. Like the good girl you are.

“Turn around and take everything off for me my love. I want to see all of you.” You turned around and slowly undid the buttons of his jersey, teasing him. You slowly took everything off except for the precious golden chain you so dearly and proudly wear around your neck. On it, a locket containing memories of your first date and with his initials delicately engraved dangled. Accompanying it was a dainty 22 charm clustered with sparkling diamonds. A symbol of how your his and his only.

It complemented the twisting chain he so proudly wears on his neck. On it is a rectangular gold plaque bearing your initials and birth flower. Hanging beside it is your birthstone. Juan wasn’t much of a superstitious person. He’s the kind who doesn’t know what a zodiac sign is, until you explained it to him. But he’s never seen without that necklace you gave as a “gift” (he let you design it but paid for it with his black card). It was his lucky charm. A representation of how much you own him just as much he owns you.

Juan was breathless at the sight of you. He’s seen this many many times yet every time he’s still at a loss for words. Always wondering how are you real and a how are you his. You began to re-enact your actions from earlier. Hand sliding down your throat, down to your chest fondling them and all the way down to your thighs. Spreading them open and revealing your swollen pussy dripping with arousal, from watching him play his heart out. From watching him look so good while simply answer questions and crediting you for his performance. From all his teasing and commands.

Something from your sensual actions triggered him. Suddenly he lost all control and dropped the cool temperament he put on. “Shit. Do what you have to do princesa.” And with that you let loose. You stuck out two fingers, licking, spitting and sucking them, eyes darkened with lust and desire focusing intently on him. Before finally fingering yourself. Juan let out a loud breathless groan. He finally freed and stroked himself. You teased him by moaning and sticking your tongue out, making licking motions. Imitating the ones you make when you give him head. Oh how he wished his hand was your mouth right now.

With your hand down there and the other playing and flicking your breasts and drool running down your nape, you purred, “I’ve been thinking about this all night. All from watching you play. I wish you were here right now. My fingers can’t satisfy me enough. Not as good as you. Need you home Juany.”

“Goddamn. So sweet and needy for me my love. Fuck I wish could be with you every second and every moment.” He may not admit it now, but he’s always known. You own each and every fibre of his being; his soul. No matter how much he plays it cool. No matter how much he acts like h’'s in charge. You are the one, the only one, who controls every piece of him. It’s written in his bones.

For what felt like almost an eternity, you both came undone. Breaths heavy and ragged from all the obscenities and profanities you’ve uttered. You felt blissful. Satisfied for now. But you know deep down this barely quenched your thirst. You can’t wait for him to come home. Juan looked at you as he tried to recollect himself, wishing he was there to pepper your skin with kisses and whisper sweet nothings til you fall asleep. He was already planning on how to make up for all those days he’s been away. He can’t wait to come home to you. You who he thinks is the most beautiful being in this universe. In his eyes, it’s not the New York lights reflecting through his penthouse windows or the shining stars that decorate the night sky that is the brightest thing in this world. It's you. You who looks so radiant basking in the afterglow of your euphoric high. Tousled hair, face flushed and sweaty skin. Effortlessly beautiful, shining and glimmering just for him.

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞.

𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙎𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙮, '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 '𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' '𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ('𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪) 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' '𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' '𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (𝙄 𝙙𝙤) 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' '𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

♪𝄞♫ᝰ.ᐟ

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡✩‧₊˚

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notes⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡:

When started writing ts I was ovulating. Now i'm being punished with the worst cramps lmao. There's not enough juan soto fanfics in this world so here's my contribution. Sorry if it's bad and cringe!

K bye for now ;)

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧༊*·˚

[milk-is-stable]

You should rewatch the meringue haberdashery

The Meringue Haberdashery

Sick Day rewatch: I'm sick, and so I've been rewatching longforms upon request and giving my commentary while doing so.

Pre-watch thoughts: Literally the only thing I remember about this one is that Luke is the lady of a thousand don juans, and that it "finishes with the villain winning!"

Liveblogging:

Right off the bat, AJ isn't making any sense XD

More confusing scenes should be solved by punching out your costars.

Aaah, I see, a classic case of miscommunication.

Luke: allow me to come into the scene and immediately start questioning your previous decisions

I do think that he also planned immediately on his character being sinister, he was super down for getting the other Don Juan out of the way with death right from the start.

"You are not the man you used to be! Ayyasdadya. AYYYAYYA!!!" I love how Tom's angry rants always dissolve into key smashing

This scene is alternatively called "AJ forgets how to speak english for three minutes"

"Has your daughter been speaking to me from beyond the grave, NO!....my wife, on the other hand."

Tom: you know what, let's make the wife even weirder. Luke: Just come out and say it, coward. Tom: OK. You're the unequivocal villain of the story. Luke: great.

Sam: so apparently I'm supposed to be insane now, great, I can do insane. Luke: I'M A GHOST.

Luke: who is making you do this?? Sam: Don Juan is- Luke: NO, who is making you do this? Sam: I'm making me Luke: APPRECIATE MY VILLAIN WORK, DAMMIT

Sam: well, we've gotta finish this story up in like two minutes, bro, that's not enough time for a dramatic confrontation with an unclearly motivated villain-

Luke: SO IT FINISHES WITH THE VILLAIN WINNING!

And scene! The plot of this one was tighter than I remember it being, despite AJ and Sam's respective confusion. This was actually a really useful rewatch, because I've always thought that a neat idea for a plot thread in my as of yet unwritten massive longform crossover would be the ghost of Niki-ita getting some actual closure, since her business is still quite unfinished (after all, her mother is still running rampant around spain, collecting and killing don juans, apparently), and now that it's fresher in my mind it's giving me ideas...

[dinosaurwithablog]

The Dodgers get the last out, and they're headed to the World Series to face the NY Yankees for the 12th time. The Dodgers have been to the World Series 22 times, and the Yankees have been there 27 times in the past. The Yankees have won 8 of the previous 11 meetings. It's gonna be a great series. The talent of these men is phenomenal. Post season Stanton. Judge and Otani. Soto and Betts. I could go on for a while. This is gonna be a great World Series!!!

Dave Roberts deserves this win. He's a great manager!!

I can't wait until next Friday!!! I gotta say it... LET'S GO YANKEES!!!!!

[umadosedepascal]

W I N N E R | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | PART VIII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You couldn’t attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.

wc: 2.9k

rating/warnings: [a little drunk] [one spit][take a shower together][ride on thigh][Pedro begging in Spanish][little fluffy][Smut][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f]

a/n: This was kind of a request. Enjoy whoever asked us for it! And sorry if there’s any mistakes on our English.Pedro was freaking HOT that night MY GOSH!Consider commenting and reblogging if you like it!

Its been a busy beginning of the year, Pedro has a lot of work going on and you as well.

You can barely see each other but when there's an opportunity to meet you just jump on it by him invinting you or just to be there at the same event.

When he won the People's Choice Award you just had to call him congratulating for the winning, and while you were talking he told you he was going to fly back to LA for SAG awards and really wanted to see you before come back to Canada.

That news made your day, and you had a good feeling that he was going for good.

Unfortunatelly you couldnt attend the award not even the after party for other reasons but you kept texting insanely each other during the event.

Pedro P: Hey honey, I'm already here. drinking some Casamigos with awesome people, wish you were here...

You: It's ok babe, have fun tonite! I bet you going to win and we can celebrate later..

Pedro P: Not sure, my dear. Kieran is taking them all 🥲 can't wait to see you later tonite.

You are laying on your couch with pajamas watching the award and his category comes up with an surprisingly announcement. Pedro wins, you start screaming on your apartment like your team scored on final championship.

DAMN, you are so proud of him and turn up the volume just to hear his speech loud and clear. Well, wasn't one of the best ones but you swirl your glass of wine bitting your bottom lip while he is saying he is a bit drunk and tear up with him as he mention how important this is for himself.

You realize is time to get ready to meet him, you let the TV on while going to take a shower and hear he's back live with Tan on backstage interview. It looked like more shenanigans than possible. The moment you hear him saying he would make out with Kieran and this is his revenge you automatically raise your phone for a sassiest nude pic and send him..

You: So, you want to make out with me or him? 🤣

You know he is buzzed and feeling the moment and know his not going to reply so soon but still piss and laughing at the same time.

After a couple hours you get a message

Pedro P: Mine or yours?

You: Inside me

Pedro P: This is what I wanted to. I will be there in 20.

You: Come to me Don Juan

Pedro P: haha 🤣

It's 1:30 am and you debating with your sleep just to keep yourself awake and see that Chilean Don Juan appear in front of your door. To keep it up you still drinking and looking at the app because he always share his location with you. Not to bother, you just wait with patience and see its moving faster. Means that he is coming towards your place. Your heart starts to accelerate and definitely you cannot wait to see him holding that heavy award on his hands..

You live in a quiet neighbour in West Hollywood, nothing happens like the crazyness on the other side. You sit in front of your door wearing a comfy robe when his car approaches the street.

"MAMA I WON!" He screams while getting off the car

You are like "SSSSH Pedro! It's 2 in the morning..😂"

Pedro holds you leading you back to your house and closing the door behind him.

"I'm so proud of you, even you saying those things on live TV, you were so funny, light and emotional. Can you believe I cried when you got on that stage saying anything but everything?"

"Yeah I, I, I was drunk babe..haha"

He leaves his award carefully by the door on the floor and when he comes back up to you his hands are already on your thighs sliding up giving you shivers and taking off your robe for good. Pedro holds the back of your neck while licking on it tracing a pat to your right ear saying "I win twice tonite huh..”

He grabs your hand and make you feel his hardon throught his pants, you let out a soft moan and rub your hands harshly on him, your mouths meet each other in a sloppy wet kiss. You can feel the taste of tequila and his tongue is tender and he is gentle on you.

You keep on your toes and whisper in his ear "are you sure this is all for me? Isn't it for Kieran or the other thousand people you wee flirting P?"

Pedro looks at you, those brown eyes getting darker, he raises an eyebrow and moves away from you, your heart beating faster when you see that man going to the middle of your living room.

Pedro stops and looks at you,

"Do you really think my cock is hard like that because of anyone other than you and this tight pussy?"

Each word Pedro was saying, he was opening a button on his shirt, so slowly that you felt your legs soften with every inch of skin that was emerging in front of you.

"Eyes on my dear, tell me, do you know how hard I got when I saw that pic you’ve sent me? How did I have to disguise it by holding my award?"

The last button is undone and Pedro takes his clothes off quickly now just on his undies. He sits in the sofa, legs open, he pops out a cigarette, you face him petrified, the way Pedro takes your living room, how this room seems ten times smaller and warmer with him there.

Pedro lights up the cigarette and drags it slowly, his head falling on the back of the sofa.

"Come here mama" he pats his left thigh twice. The view of him with the cigarette hanging on his lips, shirtless, the slightly reddish skin, the curls on his forehead, and those eyes that look like a burning brown sea drives you crazy.

You sigh, approach and ride on his left thigh.

You take the cigarette out of his mouth, take a drag and land on the ashtray.

While making sudden movements on his thigh you hold his jaw squeezing his cheeks and say "so, it means we have a winner here..." putting two fingers in his mouth, he sucks them and say softly.. "go down, I want to see how wet you are for me" you obey with a peck on his lips.

Sliding down your left hand through his hot chest giving a quick pass through the bulge over his boxers. the feeling is very hot and pleasurable..moving the fabric away from your panties you dip one finger only and move back into his mouth.

He opens his mouth slowly giving permission for you to pass on his lips and that was enough for him to hold the edges of your panties and strip down making you get up quickly and get rid of it.

Sitting back again on his thigh and making more abrupt movements and wetting him completely, a feeling of drowning, a smell of sex and expensive perfume with the taste of tequila coming from that mouth.

Pedro guides your hand to his cock and asks with some difficulty to caress him the way he likes it.

You drag your nails through the contour of his cock, the wet fabric of pre cum shows how Pedro is looking forward to you. You stroke his thighs, going up and down slowly, feeling how his skin chills, how his stomach contracts when your fingers get close to his cock.

You take back the cigarette and drag looking at him, your head falling to the side, watching how he seems lost and anxious.

“You look so beautiful kneeling to me," Pedro says taking the cigarette off your fingers.

Biting your lip you hold the sides of his undies, Pedro raises his hips helping you, the fabric going down his legs, you throw it to the floor.

Pedro holds his throbbing cock with his right hand, uncut, thick and veiny with a swolen red head looking like a huge strawberry, he makes movements up and down.

"Déjame sentir esa boca mama. Please" he says with half close eyes and husky voice.

You approach and hold his cock over his hand, squeezing and feeling how he pulsates. You lick the wet tip of pre cum, looking into his eyes you slowly suck only the tip, Pedro takes his hand off the cock and holds the armchair stroking it, cursing softly while you lick and teases him with your tongue.

"You're so hot, I've been wishing to suck you all night" before Pedro can answer you put his cock in your mouth, feeling the tip hit your throat, you feel him pulsating on your tongue, the bittersweet taste of the pre cum invading your throat. Pedro runs his hand in your hair, moving in circles encouraging you to swallow more, you choke but don't take him out of your mouth.

"Shit! I love it when you do that. Don't stop!"

You look into his eyes, Pedro wiping the tear that accumulates in the corner of your eyes. You take him out of your mouth just to jack him off while sucking his balls, Pedro throws his head back and moans loudly, no caring if anyone will hear him.

"Gosh! You're going to kill me"

You go up with your tongue licking his length, until you reach the tip you swallow it again feeling Pedro grabbing your hair tightly, guiding how he wants to fuck your mouth.

"Por favor…”

You feel that Pedro is about to cum in your mouth, with a pop you let it go and ask looking up at him "will there be a second round, babe?"

With his eyes closed and his mouth half open he nods a yes and you grab him again passing his tongue with more intensity on the frenum. He lets out a dense moan slightly squeezing the sides of your temple and arches his hip releasing jets of hot cum in your mouth. Pedro's moans get louder as you swallow his hot juice by sliding your nails on his thighs making him having goosebumps.

You get up and sit again on him facing front, caressing his graysh beard and kissing his neck and corner of mouth. He mouths a lazy smile biting his lower lip and says "I want more, I don't want it to end like this today without me satisfying you..."

Pedro looks at you from the corner of his eye, pointing to your bedroom.

“..taste you Ma’am..."

Lifting you up on his lap, you interlace your legs on his hip and he goes towards your bed throwing you into it and opening your legs with his knees.

He starts kissing your knees looking up at you, going down to your thighs alternating between each one licking and giving light nibbles, sometimes some bites that will leave you marks making you complain with pleasure "stop, Pedro"

"Stop?"

"No, no, keep going.." giggling.

This time Pedro went straight to the pot licking the sides of your folders, holding your hips pulling you to him so you can reach his curly hair, already messy and sweaty.

He fucks you with his tongue, grunting while smearing himself from you, you feel your pussy pinching with his beard constantly scrubbing against your skin. he alternates between licking, and sucking on your clit leaving on the edge.

"Cum to me babe, you're so delicious... I missed you"

You feel your pussy contract, squeezing, your stomach on fire, a hot numbness taking over your body. Pedro moans against your pussy while sucking on it, begging you to cum for him.

"Cum in my mouth cum in my whole face, babe"

Pedro spits onto your pussy, a long line of saliva while his eyes do not detach from yours. He fucks you with his tongue, his pretty aquiline nose poking your sensitive clit.

"Pedro! Sn't it!" You shout his name, cumming on his tongue, his hands squeezing you, snakeing your body, leaving scratches.

"Every day more delicious" Pedro crawls on top of you, finding your lips he kisses you, you feel his hard cock again against your thigh.

Pedro moves away kneeling on the edge of the bed, you don't even have time to assimilate before you feel him pull you by the ankles, causing your legs to curl around his waist.

Pedro holds his cock hard cock with his right hand and rubs the tip against your swollen clit, you moan when he slide the tip in your pussy.

"So fucking tight..ah”

He takes off and stimulate you again, and so he does one, two, three times teasing you.

"Please papi, fuck me…"

Pedro growls looking at you, he holds his cock by the base and push into you. You two moaning together, that little pain mixed with pleasure taking over your body, Pedro seems like a sex God, a fallen angel looking at your pussy while

fucking you deep, his lips half-open, the side vein of his neck pulsating, drops of sweat accumulating on his forehead...

Pedro grabs your waist, sitting on the bed and rolling you on top of him. He holds your ass making you rub on it, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy.

You lean on him, sinking your mouth into his sweaty neck while he already without forces slaps you in the cheeks holding firmly making you move up and down. with a low grun he lifts you slightly and fucks you even harder. the sound of skin to skin and his moans mix while he pumps you in order to reach his climax but you give in first leaving his cock wetter and slippery, making it escape more than once from inside you but he quickly guides his hard cock again inside until he grabs you tight on your waist and cums hot inside you saying cursed things. You quickly shut him up kissing him roughly.

The kiss turns sloppy, and decreases as your lungs fight for air.

Pedro kisses your jaw, his tongue passing through your neck, leaving a bite on your right shoulder. He lies on the bed, still with his dick inside you, he smiles as if he were high. You watch him, his eyes closed, the satisfied smile on his lips, the curls of his hair now completely wet with sweat.

You bend over and kiss his collarbone, raising your tongue to his neck, feeling the salty of his skin. Unique.

"Are you trying a third round?" He says opening only one eye and looking at you. You laugh coming out of him, immediately missing the feeling of his cock inside you.

"Come, take a shower with me"

The bath is relaxing, the warm water falling on you, Pedro kisses you while you pass the soap through his body, it is sensual and calm.

You tell him to turn around, passing the soap behind his back, leaving a kiss on the back of his newly operated shoulder, he laughs and turns to you, kissing your lips calmly, taking advantage of every inch of your mouth. It's so relaxing that you feel your muscles give way every time he hugs you next to his body.

While you talk and get dry, Pedro tells you about how he doesn't remember anything of the speech, that he was so nervous and happy that he just said what came to his mind, and blames himself for not having thanked more people.

"You made a beautiful speech, Pedro, I’m serious"

He smiles and holds your hand.

"Can I ask for something? Can you wear my shirt? From the minute Julie gave it to me, I imagined how beautiful you would look wearing it. Hah”

You smile at his request, nodding your head giving a quick kiss on his lips, you send him to bed and run to the living room. You just see chaos, clothes thrown on the floor, ashtray, glass of drink and TV on. You find the shirt on the couch, you put it on not wearing anything underneath, leaving the same amount of buttons open that he left during that night.

The moment you head to the room, he brought the trophy to the bedside table and catches your attention, you take it, looking at his name engraved, smiling, happy for him.

"Papi I’m a winner!" You mimic him when he told you in the early evening, raising the heavy trophy.

You walk slowly to the side of the bed, leaving the trophy on the bedside table. Pedro climbs his right hand down the back of your thigh, gently squeezing your ass, looking at you while his left hand plays with one of the buttons on the shirt.

"Jesus, you look so sexy! Much better than I imagined. Come here" Pedro whispers looking at you.

You know exactly what that look means. The night will really have no end.

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Please god please HOW WAS MACBETH

Okay bestie lets get into it!! Obvs it's...literally Macbeth lol so I doubt i'm spoiling the plot for anyone here however if anyone reading this does have tickets and doesn't want to know anything about staging etc i suggest u avert your eyes now

Anon babes it was marvellous. David was so commanding?? he's built like a string bean but when he was up on stage he looked BIG and powerful. The character development was so nuanced, the descent into madness was manic and chaotic but eventually steady and calm - he literally snapped a little boys neck with his bare hands in the battle scene it was gruesome. I've seen one too many productions of Macbeth where its pretty much all pinned on Lady Macbeth being the brains behind the operation but it was very obvious from the start of this production that Macbeth had plenty of malicious thoughts and intentions of his own. He needed a little bit of convincing from LM but obviously your average person cannot be coerced into murder lol this man was out for blood from the START. Cush Jumbo was DIVINE and the perfect enabler, their chemistry was spicy and sensual and I loved it. They changed the script so that LM visits Lady MacDuff before the latter is murdered and its sooo good it makes Lady Macbeth so much more 3 dimensional rather than the usual evil witchy woman, it makes her human and Jumbo portrays her beautifully. It really was exciting for the production to be so intimate. The Donmar is a LOVELY black box theatre not many seats at all so you're very close to the action. This is my 5th time seeing DT on stage (prev. Much Ado About Nothing, Richard II, Don Juan in Soho & Good) and they've all been at big venues so it felt very different. The use of headphones was soooo good and it helped them keep the pace of the show (it was 1hr50 with no interval). Rather than dramatic asides like in the script the actors could whisper and it was RIGHT in your ear which made it feel very personal and dark like you were really in the character's heads. You never saw any of the visions (the dagger, the witches, banquo's ghost) which is how i always prefer it to be portrayed personally because you know... they're not actually there this man is just guilty AF and losing his grasp on reality!! But the sound effects they used in these moments were verrrry good and helped set the scene, lots of spooky music and sounds of screaming and whispering etc. And just generally through out the production you heard every. single. word. because of the headphones which was just delicious.

Final note because when u came into my inbox u were probably just expecting a simple 'yeah i really enjoyed it!!' and instead i've written a mini essay BUT in the battle scene at the end David really did win the award for most agile man in his 50s, he head-butt like 4 people and i was like...damn boy can u come over and fight me some time

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A Tentative Ellipsis (the parting of your lips and the ache in your eyes)-- Chapter 11: So, I'm living inside my mind, I keep retracing that storyline.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal

Summary: Opening Night, pt. 2

Warnings: 18+, explicit drug use, verbal/emotional abuse.

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But when they got to the concert venue that night for soundcheck and some documentary filming, something was undeniably off about Rio, and it wasn’t until she heard his voice that she realized why. 

“Rio, sweetie, how is my favorite superstar?” Tony Stark said, obscured from Agatha’s view by a rack of costumes in the hallway. “Let’s have a chat, shall we?” 

Agatha followed the sound of Tony and Rio’s footsteps down the hallway to a door conveniently cracked open, letting a sliver of light bathe the corridor. The sound of tense voices was already murmuring from inside. 

“What’s going on, Rio? Tony asked, his voice gruff in a way Agatha had never heard it before. “Didn’t we have a deal?” 

She could almost hear the way Rio swallowed nervously, the silence heavy before she spoke again. 

“I’m doing the best I can,” Rio replied, voice much too small for the larger-than-life woman.

Agatha slipped to the other side of the doorway, positioning herself so that she could catch just a glimpse of the pair. Tony stood looming over Rio, shoulders wide and taking up much more space than he should. Rio, however, looked like she was caving in on herself. Her arms were crossed over her chest protectively, her face turned to the ground, not looking Tony in the eye. 

“Are you, though?” Tony questioned, venomous and cruel. “From what I can see, it looks like you’re doing the exact opposite of what I’ve asked of you.”

Rio sucked the corner of her mouth between her teeth, chewing on it nervously. “I’m the only one trying to keep things the way you like it, Tony. You don’t understand what kind of women I’m rallying against here.” 

That was a lie, and Agatha clocked it immediately. Rio had been the first person to mention fighting back against Tony, of not letting him win. 

This tour is our chance to take back our agency. 

Stark Records needs us. 

So we work together to figure out what the fuck the problem is and we take back our power.

Was this Rio’s angle? Was she going to continue to sacrifice herself to get close to Stark? But if that were the case, why was she still so afraid of him? 

“You need to try harder,” Tony commanded, shaking a finger in her direction. “Unless you want to find out what its like to be fucking buried, you need to get this under control. I cannot have your ex-wife setting off like a rogue cannon everywhere we go. It’s bad for the brand, which means it’s bad for me, which means it’s bad for you. Or have you forgotten our deal?” 

“Our deal involved you getting my sister in my custody,” Rio pushed back. Agatha grinned to herself. There was her girl.

What? 

“And you will. You know how these things go, Rio. They’ve got all that extra income now because of your brother. What’s his name, Juan Carlos?” Tony asked, condescension dripping from his tone. 

“Juan Luis,” Rio corrected, and Agatha froze. That name. God, that fucking name 

2011 

“Are you sure you want him to come around again?” Agatha asked, throwing her hair into a messy ponytail as she moved around the bedroom of the hotel suite they were staying in. “Last time he was here, he just wanted money.” 

Rio crossed to Agatha with long strides, wrapping her arms around her waist, putting her chin on her shoulder as they looked in the mirror. Her long, dark hair was clipped behind her head, soft tendrils falling in her face around her strong jaw. Agatha had always been captivated by her, by her full, pink lips, by her dark eyebrows and that little gap in her front teeth. But this Rio? The one that only she got to see? The one that bloomed for her gaze? It was everything. 

“I know, but he says that he’s changed,” Rio said, tilting her head so it’s pressed against Agatha’s. “Has some new endeavor or whatever.”

Agatha put her hands on Rio’s where they held her close, rubbing her thumbs across her warm skin. 

“Isn’t that what they always say?” Agatha asked, frowning as she looked at Rio in the mirror. The younger woman sighed and pursed her lips, so Agatha rubbed her arms again. “I’m just worried about you, baby. I know you want to have your family around but I don’t like how bad they make you feel.” 

Rio’s family was something that they had argued about on and off for years. Agatha had left home at 18 and never looked back, Evanora’s presence in her life nearly non-existent after everything she had put her through. She couldn’t understand why Rio kept trying and trying to make a relationship work with her parents, with her older brothers, when they kept bringing her so much hurt and strife. But Rio insisted that it was worth it, that she wouldn’t let them go, so Agatha just did what she could to protect her. 

“I want to believe him this time,” Rio said, something hopeful in her eyes that made Agatha’s chest ache. A moment passed between them, and Rio’s face started to fall. “It’s stupid, I know. I shouldn’t even bother.” 

Agatha turned in Rio’s embrace, cupping her face. “It’s not stupid. Do I have faith that he will be different this time? Not entirely. But it’s not stupid that you want to have relationships with with your family. I think that’s brave.” 

Rio tilted her forehead against Agatha’s, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at the tenderness in Agatha’s gaze. 

“You’re just saying that because you have to,” Rio said, fingers digging into Agatha’s waist. 

Agatha pulled back and brushed Rio’s hair behind her ear. “No, I’m not. I do think you’re brave for fighting for your family. Do I think you’d have an easier time if you didn’t? Yeah, of course. But then you wouldn’t be the woman I fell in love with. You love hard, Rio, and it’s one of the most beautiful things about you.” 

Before Rio could respond, there was a knock at the door. The two women exchanged confused looks and went to answer. 

“Who got past security?” Agatha asked, already on edge. 

“Maybe it’s someone on the list.” Rio shrugged and looked through the peephole. An excited noise shrieked through her closed lips and she danced on her feet for just a second before flinging the door open. “Mano!” 

Standing in the doorway with a bag slung over his shoulder was a tall man with dark hair and strong eyebrows. His eyes were darker than Rio’s, and his hair curlier, but Agatha could tell in the slope of his nose and the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled that this was her older brother. 

“How’s my baby sis?” Juan Luis asked, throwing his arms open wide and enveloping Rio in his embrace, her face squishing into his shoulder with the force of the hug. 

She mumbled something unintelligible to Agatha, but whatever it was made Juan Luis smile. The three of them drew further into the hotel room, letting the door swing shut behind them. The siblings were chattering in something that was less clumsy than Spanglish but without nearly enough English for Agatha to keep up, so she just sat herself on a lounge chair in the sitting area and let them catch up. 

Agatha had met Juan Luis once before, about a year prior when he showed up at their apartment begging for a place to sleep. He had just gotten out of a few-month stint in jail for possession and had nowhere else to go. Back then, Agatha and Rio were still playing bars and local festivals with The Orchids and spending every waking moment they weren’t waitressing at Lilia’s, working on more songs to put on a demo to send to any and every studio in Los Angeles that would listen. It was hard and money was tight but Rio still opened their doors to Juan Luis, keeping a roof over his head and food on the table without asking for anything in return. 

When they got signed to Stark Records, that had been Agatha’s first rule: squatters had to go before they moved into the cute home they would buy with their new, livable wage. Juan Luis, of course, had disappeared into thin air once his little sister didn’t have anything to give him, but not without an intoxicated rant about how much Agatha was going to ruin her life. 

At the time, Agatha knew it was just because she wouldn’t let Rio get pushed around by her family like they were used to. But as time went on, those words would come back to haunt her for the unknowable truth they held. 

“Oh, and I brought you both a gift!” Juan Luis said, stirring Agatha from her reminiscing. She looked at him with narrowed eyes, not trusting the man as far as she could throw him. 

Rio, however, smiled brightly. “You did? Let me see!” 

Juan Luis unzipped the bag he brought with him and Agatha’s eyes widened comically as she saw what was inside. The sheer amount of drugs in the small bag was enough to get him sent to prison for a decade, she was certain. 

“I’ve got some of your favorite in here, and something for Agatha, too,” Juan Luis said, pulling out a baggie of cocaine and dropping it on the table in front of Agatha and another baggie labeled “Blue Dream” with at least an eighth of flower in front of Rio. “Sorry I didn’t roll it up for you, sis, but I know you like to get your hands dirty.” 

Rio blinked a few times, looking at the ziplocs in confusion. “Where did you get all of this?” 

“I’ve got a connection, now,” Juan Luis answered proudly. “We’ve come to an understanding, you know?” 

“Are you dealing for someone?” Rio asked, picking up the weed and rolling the buds in her hands through the plastic. “Fuck, you didn’t get in with Marcus, did you?” 

The older man shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I hate those fuckers. I will never deal for them again.”

”But you are dealing for someone?” Agatha asked, already dipping her pinky nail into the white powder and taking just a little for herself, just a hit. 

Nothing could surprise her when it came to Rio’s family at this point, except the look of betrayal on Rio’s face every time that they let her down. 

“Only for now. He said that if I could prove myself, I could get my own operation at some point down the line. I’m already pushing enough profit that I have an apartment and bought that car I was looking at when I was staying on your couch.” 

Agatha could only shake her head, not willing to let this man’s complete stupidity ruin the pleasant buzz swirling around her head and crawling down her limbs. Rio had already pulled her grinder out of her suitcase and was making quick work of breaking up enough to roll a joint for them. Rolling papers were sitting on the small coffee table like they belonged there. A manicured pinky nail dipped back into the bag and Agatha extended it to Rio, a silent offer that was taken with a less-than-elegant exchange over her handiwork. Agatha rubbed the leftover dust on her gums and wiped the wetness off on the t-shirt she was wearing. 

“Sounds like you’ve gotten it all figured out,” Agatha taunted, kicking back with her hands behind her head and feet on the table, making it shake. “That definitely won’t backfire at all.” 

“Mano, you know that they never mean it when they make promises like that,” Rio chided her brother, pinching a rolling paper between her fingers and meticulously spreading each crumb of the berry-smelling weed in exactly the right place to optimize the burn. This had always been her favorite part of smoking and often favored rolling and smoking joints over anything else. 

“No, I’m going to make it for real this time. You know me, you know I got what it takes.” Juan Luis rifled through his bag before pulling out a single, yellow pill and popping it in his mouth, swallowing it dry. “It feels like legacy, you know?” 

If Agatha could strangle any one person and get away with it, in this moment, she would probably choose Juan Luis. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying? Like, ever? Even once?” 

Juan Luis rolled his eyes. Rio rolled the joint, licking it closed. 

“They give you a record deal and you think you’re untouchable, huh?” The man joked. “Some of us are still working for what you’re being handed.” 

“You’re gonna make your daddy so proud,” Agatha sneered, but it came off more sincere than she wanted it to. 

“That’s the goal,” Juan Luis continued. “I’m gonna do everything he couldn’t do just to prove that I’ve won.” 

Rio pulled the joint to her mouth and lit it with her green lighter she carried everywhere, taking a deep inhale. “God, why does the first hit always burn like that? That’s some good shit.” 

She passed it to Agatha, who followed suit. “Oh, wow, this actually doesn’t taste like dogshit. Good job.” 

Juan Luis rolled his eyes but smiled. “Your compliments always make me feel so warm and fuzzy, Agatha. But you get it now, right? This is actual, quality stuff and if I can move enough of it, I’m going to be fucking rich.” 

He had a point and Agatha and Rio both knew it. This wasn’t the same shit that they bought off Rio’s dad when he was in a pinch and needed some money, these were the kind of drugs you only gave to someone you trusted could turn the most profit off of it. 

“We’ll see,” Rio said noncommittally, taking back the joint after Juan Luis double-dipped. “Just keep yourself safe, alright? I don’t want to see you get caught up in this and end up dead because you didn’t use your brain. These people aren’t stupid, hermano, and you’re going to have to pretend you’re not, too, unless you want to end up on the wrong side of a .45. They can smell weakness.” 

Juan Luis shoved her shoulder playfully, making ash sizzle into the hotel room’s carpet. “Shut up, you know I’m smart.” 

Rio only hummed and bumped him back before crossing the room to sit in Agatha’s lap and kissing her, offering her the smoke that had already filled her lungs. “Looks like we have a new link, babe.” 

Agatha grinned up at her girlfriend, the euphoria hitting her hard and fast. “Fuck yeah, baby. Let’s have some fun.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, your dogshit fucking brother,” Tony interrupted Rio with cold, biting words. “He’s the reason we haven’t gotten your sister back, and you know it. So are you going to play along or will I have to pull out the big guns? It’s obvious you can’t keep Agatha in line. Hell, you couldn’t even do it when she still loved you.”

Tony’s words hit Agatha so hard that she had to bite her knuckle not to make a wounded sound. Her anger and hatred for this man was growing with each passing second and if she didn’t have to think about Nicky, she wouldn’t hesitate to take this arrogant son of a bitch off the planet.

Well, maybe she would hesitate. She’s too pretty for prison. 

But the thought still stood– Agatha wanted this man dead. Or, crashing down from his throne so hard and so fast that he never saw the light of day again.

She peeked into the crack in the doorway just in time for a wet tear to collect in the corner of Rio’s strained, bloodshot eyes. 

“Are you sure this is what we have to do?” Rio asked, nails digging into the skin of her forearms. 

“What, are you having regrets?” Tony taunted, a sickening smile creeping onto his face. “This is what you signed up for, sweetie, or did you forget that you chose this? You are the one that chose Carmen over Agatha. You are the one who abandoned her. If you wanted to protect her, maybe you should have thought about that before you left her. You made your choice and now you have to live with it.” 

And in that moment, Rio completely caved in on herself in defeat. Agatha watched as the fight drained from her and she slumped into the chair just behind her. Tony clucked his tongue and snorted in that condescending way he did when he knew that he had won. 

“That’s what I thought,” Tony said, slipping his sunglasses back onto his face. “Be a good girl and just do what you’re told, would you? It’s exhausting having to wrangle you still after all these years. You exhaust me, Rio.” 

Agatha rushed around a corner, hiding from view as Tony, smug and exuding the stench of abused power, left Rio in the small room. She waited several long moments for Rio to come out, too, but when she didn’t Agath slipped in the cracked door, shutting it behind her. 

Rio was slumped on a chair, hands pushing through her hair and letting out a trembling sigh. She looked up at Agatha but didn’t look surprised or ashamed, but like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“How long has that been happening?” Agatha asked, not even trying to pretend she didn’t witness Tony’s assault on the younger woman. 

Rio looked everywhere but at Agatha before admitting, “More than ten years. Eleven, maybe?” 

A pit sunk in Agatha’s chest. Eleven years? That was while Agatha was still her wife, while she had still promised to be her protector. Guilt gnawed at her with vicious, cruel teeth. How could she have missed this? 

“Rio…” she started, voice soft and gentle. “I’m so sorry.” 

Brown eyes snapped up to meet blue. There was a level of disbelief staring back at Agatha that made her stomach clench, that made emotion swell in the back of her throat. 

“It’s not your fault,” Rio said, dismissing her with a wave of a hand. “You haven’t kept me here.” 

Agatha frowned. “It isn’t your fault, either, Rio. You know that, right?” 

A humorless laugh echoed in the space around them. “Is it not? I signed my soul away to the devil incarnate. This is quite literally the consequence of my own action.” 

Something pulled at Agatha, something deep and ancient that had nestled into hibernation and cemented itself so firmly that it had to rip itself from its confines as it bubbled up to the surface. It ached, it was raw, it was so unfamiliar after all this time but Agatha let it claw itself back as she pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of Rio. She didn’t reach, didn’t touch, but she leaned in close, elbows on her knees and looked at her in a way that demanded that Rio meet her gaze. 

And when she did, Agatha spoke slowly, with a sincerity that she reserved for only one other person in her life. 

“There is no justification in the world that makes what I just saw okay. I don’t care what you’ve done, I don’t care if you think you deserve it, Rio, because what that man is doing is vile and abusive. I know it and you know it, too. What happened to the Rio who wanted to end all of this? What happened to the Rio that sat in my house and made grand sweeping promises that we would weasel our way in and destroy this web of control?” 

Rio’s eyes turned glassy, tears trying and failing to rim along her lashes like she was fighting for her life to not let them fall. 

“I don’t know if I can be that person,” Rio said, voice shaky. “I’m– I am trying so hard to get the answers and to just bide my time until Carmen is mine. It’s easy to feel brave and like I can do anything when he’s not breathing down my neck, but that isn’t my reality. He can see that I’m pulling away, and he keeps gripping me tighter and tighter. I’m suffocating, Agatha, I can’t fucking breathe.” 

The feeling that had been burning its way out of the confines of the back of Agatha’s mind had finally escaped and was blazing an inferno as she watched Rio fall apart, as she watched what could have only been a fraction of the dejection the woman felt pour out of her like water. She grabbed Rio’s hand and pulled it to her cheek, pressing it firmly against her soft skin in an embrace they had perfected time and time again as they learned to accept truth from each other’s lips. 

“You are brave, Rio Vidal. I don’t know the full extent of what you’ve gone through these last ten years, but the fact that you have survived it all just so that you could save Carmen is nothing short of valiant and courageous. You’ve survived him this long, you can survive anything. Let us help you. We can get you out of this.” 

Rio tried to pull her hand away in a flash of panic, but Agatha held her there gently. If she tried hard enough, Rio could easily slip away, but the firm pressure kept her grounded. 

“I can’t ask this of you, Agatha. This isn’t your fight, I don’t want you to fight it for me.” 

Agatha shook her head just a little and let her thumb rub soothingly along the skin of Rio’s hand. 

“I’m not going to fight it for you. But I have a pretty big fucking bone to pick with the man that systematically ruined my career and made my life a living hell, so you’re going to have to accept that maybe I have a stake in this fight, too. You’re going to fight, and you’re going to win because you’re going to let all of us help you.” 

Rio’s eyes widened. “Please don’t tell the others. I know they know something is wrong, but I don’t want them to know how bad it is. Fuck, I don’t want you to know how bad it is, either.” 

“A little late for that, huh?” Agatha teased, though she knew without a doubt that there were things Rio hadn’t told her that were much worse than what she had just seen. “I won’t tell them, but you need to tell them something. You’ve already promised to keep me safe, right? If you can’t do this for yourself, then do it for your promise. We cannot protect ourselves if we don’t know what we are going up against. You have all the power in the world at your fingertips because you’re the one Tony has let too close out of a sick and twisted need to control you and hurt you. Let’s turn the tables.” 

Hope was sparking between the two women at Agatha’s words, forged and forced but itching to set itself ablaze all the same. Agatha knew who they were going up against, and she knew that the terror she saw in Rio wasn’t going to heal itself overnight. It wasn’t going to be easy, getting Rio out of this mess and exposing Stark for who he was behind closed doors, but Agatha had faith that they could do it and that Rio was going to be the perfect pawn in her game of revenge she had been hatching. 

And fuck, would it feel good, to finally see him go down for everything he had done to all of them. 

Agatha let the moment turn from something charged to something firm, a solid foundation that brought Rio back from the brink. The embers of a fire beginning to burn again started to sizzle in the way that Rio looked at her and Agatha could only grin as the Rio she once knew tried to escape. Piece by piece, Agatha knew that the two of them would rise from the rubble of destruction that Tony Stark had rained down upon their lives, and that knowledge was exhilarating. 

“Now let’s go put on a show, huh?” she said, putting Rio’s hand back in her own lap with a squeeze. “This is how it begins, right? You, me, and that guitar.” 

Rio’s face slowly split into a matching grin, nodding along with Agatha as her pep talk truly sank in. “Let’s fucking do this.” 

Agatha stood in the wings, out of sight of the crowd, letting the rich, scratchy sound of the bass and the harmonics of the synth wash over her as she watched MUNA’s set, tapping her fingers against her upper arm as she crossed them on her chest. Over the last ten years, she had spent a lot of that time falling in love with their music despite its departure from the sound she was most known for, despite the music being younger than her demographic, something about the way that Katie Gavin wrote their songs resonated so deeply with Agatha as she journeyed through her addiction and even into motherhood. It felt good to give them a platform like this, to know that when she called, they immediately said yes. 

The guitar player was chasing the bass player around the stage while they sang a song about giving up on love and wondering if they could have just grinned and bore it, would they be home by now? It made Agatha smile to herself watching the band dance and sing, having fun in a way that she remembered so fondly from The Orchids’ early days. 

“God, remember when we were that young and full of energy?” Alice asked, sidling up to Agatha, dressed head to toe in her signature performance outfit, orange extensions clipped in her hair. “I would kill to have knees like that again.” 

“You can say that again,” Agatha snorted, turning to face her. “Not doing vocal warm-ups with Lilia and Jen today?” 

Alice shrugged and leaned into Agatha with her shoulder. “I did for a little bit but someone pretty important was missing and I thought I would come find her.” 

Agatha nodded once, looking back out at the stage, at the little groups of fans dancing and singing across the crowd. 

“What’s on your mind, Agatha?” Alice asked after a few moments of silence, seeming to read her thoughts. 

She sighed and pushed a hand through her hair. “That obvious, huh?” 

Alice looked at her knowingly, making a humorless laugh cough from Agatha’s lungs. 

“I’m just worried. I’m worried about the show, I’m worried about Rio, I’m worried about Lilia, I’m worried about me. What if I get out there and realize I can’t do this without the high? What if I completely fall apart out there?” 

“Okay, so, first thing— we’ve rehearsed this set to death, and it functions like a well-oiled machine. Those people out there have been waiting for this for over a decade. I promise it’s going to be great, even with mistakes.”

Agatha waved a hand in the air, dismissing her but not asking her to leave. 

“As for the rest, you’ve just gotta trust yourself, Ags. Trust us to carry you. You’re a born performer, more than the rest of us, even Rio. Maybe it will be hard to do it sober, but you will find your footing, I promise. You always were and still are more than the drugs. No matter what’s going on with the rest of us, we will always have that working in our corner, and it’s gotta be enough.” 

“That’s your advice? To just trust you all?” Agatha asked, blatantly ignoring the praise and the uncomfortable feeling it left in her chest. 

Alice shrugged. “That’s all you can do. Lilia is fine, she’s got her nurses back there with her as we speak to prepare. And Rio? God, I don’t know what’s going on with her, but that doesn’t change who she is on that stage or who we are as a team, okay?” 

“So you know something’s wrong with her?” Agatha pried, finally facing Alice again. 

“We know more than she probably thinks we do,” Alice admitted, rubbing at her collarbone with her right hand. “It’s not hard to piece it together. Stark has his claws in all of us to some extent, but he’s always had his eyes fixed on Rio, even back when we were a band the first time. He shows up here after you tell the news anchor to go shove it, and now she’s halfway catatonic in her dressing room? Yeah, we know there is something wrong.” 

Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose. “Do I need to go talk to her?” 

“No, not at all,” Alice said, soothing the spike in Agatha’s anxiety. “Jen has her, they’re steaming and getting ready with a dance party. I’m sure by the time we got back there, she would be put right back together again.”

“She’s going to tell us soon, I think. We had a talk after I saw her with Stark. It might finally be time, you know?” 

Alice nodded and squeezed Agatha’s forearm. “Thank you for doing that. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how much more your words mean to her than any of ours.” 

The feeling that flooded Agatha wasn’t necessarily an unwelcome one, but it certainly wasn’t something she’d like to feel again. It was the unspoken thing finally said out loud– that Agatha still mattered to Rio, despite everything that Agatha had told herself to keep herself safe from the pain of losing her. She didn’t know what to do with this information, with someone acknowledging out loud that maybe, just maybe, Rio had made a mistake. Or, at the very least, that she regretted what happened between them in more ways than she had said when apologizing to Agatha all those weeks ago. 

It was a curious little feeling, something that wouldn’t dare to hope but couldn’t stomach looking away. 

More minutes passed, and Agatha started to sway with the music, letting the upbeat pop songs loosen her up, loosen the vice-like grip her nerves had on her chest. During the last song, the other band members joined her and Alice, getting ready to take the stage in their choreographed entrance. Agatha made eye contact with Rio and nodded once, signalling for the two to make the trek below the stage. 

The crowd roared as the countdown began on the screen, louder than they had at any point before now, and something euphoric started to buzz beneath Agatha’s skin, something that turned her anxiety into pure energy. She locked eyes with Rio, a similar joy reflected back in the golden browns even in the dark shadows of the scaffolding. 

“You ready to do this, superstar?” Agatha asked, grinning widely and gripping her microphone with white knuckles. 

“More ready than I have been in years,” Rio replied, the words hitting Agatha heavily, the meaning of them not getting lost even in the hype of Jen’s bass and Alice’s keys.

Rio’s voice started to count down in Agatha’s ears, so she stood up straight on the platform, pressing her back against Rio’s, catching sight of the neck of her guitar out of the corner of her eyes. She tilted her head back, angling her microphone just right and closing her fist at her side, ready to thrust it straight in the air the moment she spoke. 

“Lift in 5… 4… 3… 2…  1…” The click track echoed through Agatha’s monitors, and as it was jolted to life, the door above them slid open, and the small space was filled with the magic of performing. 

Screams echoed around the arena, thunderous even through the monitors protecting Agatha’s ears from the sound. 

“Tell me, hon, are you ready for the magic?” Agatha husked into the microphone like she had done it a million times before, and the crowd erupted. 

She looked out at the crowd, bracelets lighting up in the dark arena, signs bobbing, and phones recording. 

“Oh, that can’t possibly be how you welcome me back, is it?” she taunted again, making the crowd go absolutely feral. 

A slow, wicked grin spread on her face as the spotlight flashed onto her and Rio, whose grin matched hers inch for inch. 

“Oh, I think they’re ready. Let’s go for a ride.” 

Agatha’s fist pulled down from the air just as Rio struck her first chord of the ballad, the grainy resonance thrumming through the arena. She stepped off the platform and to the front of the stage, crouching in front of the lip of the stage. 

“It’s a long, dangerous journey, one that many have walked but none have seen to the end. No one, except me.” 

Alice took the keys, dancing up and down the melody, vamping as the lights rose over her. 

“Tonight, I’m going to tell you my secret, the story of how I walked The Road and survived.” 

The audience screamed, and Jen walked the frets of her bass, her solo dirty and full of life. 

“Tell me, would you like to go…” Agatha trailed off, Rio’s voice counting in her ear as she started to sing, “Down, down, down the road. Down the Witches’ Road.” 

Without hesitation, the crowd sang the lyrics she wrote all those years ago back to her, and it felt like ropes of glittering purple magic were slamming into her veins, filling Agatha with a kind of power she had never felt anywhere but right here. She tracked the stage, flirting with the crowd with every step she took, building the song higher and higher until the harmonies filled in behind her. Rio, Jen, Alice, and Lilia all stood behind their mics, playing their instruments while singing their lines, filling the song with so much sound. 

Agatha walked back to the center of the stage, a feeling of accomplishment washing over her body like it always had as she delivered the last line, “To glory at the end”, and held her hands out wide, absorbing the applause like it was filling her with exactly what she had been missing for the last ten years. 

This was a feeling that she no longer knew how she could live without. 

Songs flowed from one to the next like water in a river, babbling from the ballads and running like rapids into the anthems. Agatha was high on the rush of the performance, of singing her songs again, of seeing the thousands of fans screaming her name. She did her dances with Rio, every last one of them, and even that didn’t feel uncomfortable or wrong like she had been afraid of. 

Everything felt so, so right. 

Rio stepped into Agatha’s space on the second verse of Violet Light. She played the lead guitar line like she had never stopped, like there had never gone a day without playing the notes that sang like sugary voices with each strike of her pick. Her hips rocked back and forth with Agatha’s, hands working in tandem to accentuate the notes that Agatha sang. 

And, just like choreographed, Rio sank to her knees, looking up at Agatha with those deep brown eyes, and something inside Agatha lit on fire. Smoldering, burning embers stoked with every thrust of Rio’s hips toward her. She clutched her microphone harder and started to move her hips in deep, sensual circles in time with the song. 

Nothing else mattered in this moment, not with Rio looking at her like she had all those years ago. The fans hushed to a dull roar, the clicking in her ear fading into static, and for just a moment, they were just two girls again, young and in love. But then those two girls shimmered and shook and broke right back into the women they were today, staring at each other with older eyes, and Agatha stepped away with the beat. 

Rio got up from her knees and winked at the camera as it went by, making the crowd shriek as it was played on the big screen behind their heads. 

And just like that, the concert fell into its rhythm, sweeping Agatha into that feeling once more that cleared her mind of any thoughts that weren’t where she was going next, what she was saying next, how she was going to reel the audience in for their next big surprise. By the time she was singing the last notes of the very last song, chest heaving, confetti flying around the arena in purple and silver flecks, every last one of them was on their feet, screaming until their throats were raw. 

“Thank you, thank you all,” Agatha said, out of breath and nearly delirious with the rush of a crowd cheering just for her. “I’m Agatha, and these are The Orchids. Goodnight!” 

She rushed off the stage with the rest of the band, and as soon as she was out of sight, she started to bound with energy, stomping her feet in a quick little dance. 

“Oh my god, that was incredible! We were incredible!” Agatha said to no one in particular. “We are so back, baby!” 

Rio sidled up to Agatha, a bright grin on her face but otherwise much more subdued. “I can’t believe there wasn’t a single technical difficulty. That went too smoothly.” 

“Don’t jinx it now!” Alice cried, pushing the orange-tinted glasses to the top of her head, one of the orange extensions threatening to come unclipped. 

The band walked together back to the dressing rooms, bumping shoulders and laughing in delight. 

“After party at Calderu’s?” Lilia asked, taking a pill from the kind woman with a stethoscope around her neck. “Place gets lively after a show, always has.” 

Agatha knew she shouldn’t. She knew that she should just pack up her things and head home for the night, kiss her boy on the forehead, and sink into a bubble bath. But it was like old times again, how could she let the rush of the night end just like that? She knew her limits, she knew her boundaries, she knew how to keep herself safe. 

It was time for Agatha to let herself live.

divider: @strangergraphics

taglist: @6stolenangel9

[unforced3rr0r]

Winning Feeling || CA

AUTHOR: @yungbludz deserves to read a Carlos fic, instead of writing them all the time.

SUMMARY: You surprise Carlos at Rotterdam after telling him you couldn't make it

WARNINGS: Fluff, Smut, Unprotected Sex (bad), Oral (fem receiving), P in V 18+

Carlos’ grin appeared on your screen as he hit a flawless drop shot, landing perfectly outside of De Minaur’s reach and giving Carlos the point.

The commentators voices played through your headphones praising your boyfriends form. You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he had the audience on his side.

When you told Carlos you couldn’t make Rotterdam he was understanding and assured you it was fine but you knew from the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes that he was disappointed.

But when you managed to get your work finished late Saturday night you immediately booked flights for the next morning, coordinating with Juan Carlos to surprise your boyfriend.

Looking up from your phone you can see the arena in the distance and with your heart speeding up you quickly shoot a text to Juan Carlos letting him know you’re just around the corner.

The taxi pulled up out front of the arena just as the final set was starting, and determined to be there for the end of the game you rushed out of the taxi thanking the driver and making your way into the building.

You slipped into the stands, just behind the coaches box and Juan Carlos smiled and waved at you.

“How’s it going?” You leaned over, eyes trained on your boyfriend’s figure moving skilfully around the court.

“The second set was difficult, but he’s pulling it back.”

You smiled softly as you settled in your seat.

Carlos moved with precision, covering a staggering amount of the court.

As he hit another winning shot he turned to the audience, meeting eyes with his coaches and then flitting up.

His gaze met yours and his face lit up, a smile covering his face as you waved and shooed him to focus on his game.

The rest of the game went smoothly with Carlos winning against De Minaur and taking his first title at Rotterdam.

Before you knew it you stood outside the locker room waiting for your boyfriend to emerge.

You caught a glimpse of his blue jacket as the door swung open, his brown eyes meeting yours and his lips turning to a smile as he looked you up and down.

He wasted no time, marching towards you, threading his hand in your hair bringing your lips together. It had only been a week and yet you found yourself melting into his touch.

He pulled away slightly his hands falling to your waist playing with your shirt. Everywhere his hands touched set your skin on fire and suddenly you felt the urge to get back to the hotel.

"¿Pensé que tenías que trabajar?" (I thought you had to work?) His eyes danced across your face as if he wasn't sure you were really there.

"¿Y extrañar verte ganar? Nunca." (and miss seeing you win? never) You kissed his cheek, softly moving to his ear, "mi campeón" (my champion).

He let out a groan, your words having a visual effect on him as his cheeks flushed and his eyes focused on you. You leant in to meet his lips, softly pulling on his bottom lip. Effectively riling him up when Juan Carlos, interrupted.

"vamos pájaros del amor" (come on, lovebirds), Carlos laughed at his coach handing him his tennis bag and picking up his trophy before wrapping his arm around your waist and heading to the car.

The car journey was agonising. Carlos' hand traced patterns on your inner thigh as he stared out the window pretending to be unaware of the effect he was having.

Every time you tried closing your legs, to prevent his hand from rising any higher, he simply pushed them open slightly and slipped an inch further up.

Your leg was burning under his touch and that heat had settled in your core. Every second his hands remained on you left you begging to get to the hotel so you could get the attention you wanted from him.

Carlos began to take notice of your agitated state, he leaned over to you his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Feeling hot, my love?"

"Carlos please," his hand rose higher at your desperate voice, his fingertips brushing the edges of your soaked underwear.

"God you're so wet for me, bet you would let me take you right here, wouldn't you?" Of course you would, his fingers moved under the waistband of your underwear as your eyes flicked to the driver.

The second you started to doubt the predicament you found yourself in Carlos' lips found your neck and his fingers fell between your folds.

A breathy moan left your mouth unable to hold back the pleasure you felt. Suddenly as the tension began to rise in your abdomen, his fingers left your underwear causing you to gasp at the empty feeling.

Turning to Carlos your cheeks were red, your chest rising heavily, hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He leaned in before you could question why he pulled away leaving you hot and bothered.

"Nosotros estamos aqui" (we're here)

You deeply sighed, following your boyfriend out of the car. You wasted no time getting to the lift as the tension from the car was still present.

By the time you reach the hotel room, you are begging to get him out of his clothes.

He crossed the threshold of the room, and the two of you were together. His hands were firmly on either side of your face and your hand slipped underneath his shirt.

He pushed your back against the door pulling away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, your eyes scanned the chiselled body of the man you loved taking your hands to rake down his chest and along his abs.

"They should ban shirts in tennis." Carlos laughed, shaking his head at your antics as he made a move to kiss up your neck.

"Then everyone would get to see me, and I'm yours." The small words sent shivers down your spine that set your core alight.

"Show me." His brown eyes bore into yours. "Show me how you're mine." A smirk graced his stunning features and he wasted time. His lips trailed down your neck.

He lifted your shirt off you, trailing sloppy kisses down your chest and across your breasts. His hand reached behind you to unhook your bra letting it fall to the ground.

When met with the sight of your naked chest Carlos groaned, "Hermosa" (beautiful) before capturing your nipple between his teeth. The sensation made you moan loudly gripping the back of Carlos' hair and finding any piece that was long enough to pull.

His mouth worked magic on your breast sucking and pulling on your sensitive nipples while his hand unbuttoned your skirt and slowly slid it down your legs.

The second the skirt hit the floor Carlos travelled south, his lips trailing down your stomach reaching the black underwear that was well and truly ruined.

He softly kissed your core over the underwear and your head fell back against the door. "Carlos please."

He looked up at you, an evil glint in his eyes. "What do you want, amor?"

"You. please."

He shook his head lightly, his hands moving up your thighs was all your brain could focus on. "what part of me?"

He kissed your stomach, "my mouth?" his fingers slid dangerously close to your fold you couldn't help but moan. "my fingers?"

"Both, please Carlos, I need you."

He pulled on the waistband of your underwear sliding it down your legs, and after throwing it somewhere in the room to find later he hitched your leg over his shoulder and immediately dove in.

His lips met your clit in an instant as he devoured you like a man starved. tracing tight circles on your clit had you crying out his name which only spurred him on. His finger met your folds, gently sliding through them and collecting your slick before two roughly thrust into you.

"Fuck Carlos, fuck" You screamed out and if you had been more away from your surroundings you may have worried about the neighbours, but with Carlos' face buried between your legs, you didn't care.

He added a third finger as he picked up the pace against your clit making you thankful for the door supporting your weight as your legs began to tremble.

You yanked Carlos' hair as your head fell back against the door, and he groaned into your core. He angled his finger perfectly as your high began to build. you couldn't help but move your hips looking for any extra friction possible.

It works when his fingers trust even deeper inside you quickly sending you to your high.

"cum for me, amor." his words alongside his fingers sent you over the edge, your legs shaking and chest heaving as he fucked his fingers into you throughout the orgasm.

As you came down from your high he captured you in a kiss, the taste of your juices on his lips. Your hands found his hair and he grabbed your ass and your tongues fought together.

You pulled away out of breath and desperate. "I need you inside of me."

"I didn't bring any protection, I didn't know you were coming" He's eyes scanned your body, every ounce of self-restraint being exhibited so he didn't take you raw against the hotel room door.

"It doesn't matter, I'm on the pill remember." the acknowledgement ran through his eyes and immediately he picked you up and carried you to the room.

Placing you on the bed he moved over you, staring into his eyes as he slid his shorts off. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum as it slapped against his stomach.

He leaned over you as you wrapped your legs around his waist aching for his cock to be inside you.

"Estoy tan feliz de que estés aquí" (I'm so happy you're here) He kissed you tenderly, his brown eyes analysing the way you gaze softened at his words.

Your hand moved to his face, cradling his cheeks as you gently kissed him, "Te amo, por supuesto que estaría aquí." (I love you, of course, I would be here).

The words seemed to be affirmation enough for him, lining his cock up with your entrance and bottoming out. You both groaned at the feeling of being perfectly filled and Carlos waited for your signal to start moving.

"Move please, Carlos." He pulled out almost entirely before slamming himself into you, causing you to cry out his name. Your hands rested on his shoulders digging in due to the restless pace he started with.

"You feel amazing, Amor. This pussy was meant for me." You cried out at his words and relentless pace, hitting deep inside you as you moaned his name over and over again.

His hand fell between your bodies his thumb finding your clit to trace light circles on. Your back arched into him, nails pulling scratches down his back that you knew would mean no shirtless tennis for the next week.

"Mierda." his forehead fell against yours, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.

He sped up the movement of his fingers on your clit, the knot in your stomach tightening with every deep thrust that hit that spot within you.

"I'm going to.." your voice trailed off as his thrust began to falter.

"Yo también cariño" (me too honey)

Carlos grabbed your hips pulling them towards him, resuming his brutal pace. The new closeness had you seeing stars and within seconds you were falling off the edge. Your nails dug into Carlos' shoulder as you cried out his name.

He fucked you through your high and as your pussy clenched around him, you felt as he shot himself inside you, his forehead falling onto your shoulder kissing you softly.

He stayed for a moment as you both caught your breath before he pulled out and lay beside you, He put his arms around you pulling him into you. Your hand trailed his face as you met his lips.

Running your hand through his hair you smiled. "te amo" (I love you)

His hand ran up your side pulling you closer into his chest, "Yo también te amo. Eres el único trofeo que necesito" (I love you too. You're the only trophy I need)

[softeninglooks]

iwaoi | pretend for the weekend

inspired by this neon trees song <3

hajime visiting tooru in san juan for the first time since they went their separate ways overseas, and seeing tooru in the flesh again feels like a punch to hajime’s guts. sun-drenched tooru, whose face lights up with the brightest grin hajime has ever seen when he spots him at the airport.

and then, there’s all the rest. it’s been a year, and it seems to hajime that tooru has grown tremendously (metaphorically, though hajime cannot refrain from casting the occasional suspicious glance at the line of tooru's shoulders when they stand side by side, to make sure that he hasn’t really grown height-wise too). tooru’s voice rings a little different in spanish, curving around the vowels and flying to upbeat notes when he gives greetings and thanks. hajime comments on how tooru's hair has gotten shorter, tooru says that the haircut makes him look older (he was mistaken for an underage student once), and of course despite it all it’s still the tooru hajime has always known, tooru who yearns to be taken seriously and will unfurl on the world like a storm.

tooru’s keen gaze doesn’t let hajime go either. he points out all the little physical changes, hajime’s broad shoulders and tan arms, and notices the old vabo-chan keychain dangling from his backpack, a small treasure hajime has been carrying around since their middle school years.

on that first day, hajime realizes that the butterflies in his stomach have earthquake magnitude, and he might just screw everything up if tooru's eyes keep smiling at him and his arm brushes against hajime's one more time.

raised glasses and ever-renewed promises to beat each other. the visceral emotion and greed drill through tooru's abdomen at the sight of hajime, hajime right in front of him, with a softness in his grumpy retorts and a devastating warmth in his laughter.

clues are dropped between accidental touches, playful punches, and half-voiced longing. they race each other up the staircase on the way to tooru’s apartment, “i’m gonna win this time again, iwa-chan. i’m a pro athlete now” and “you know i still work out too, right, shittykawa?”.

stumbling inside the hallway, out of breath, and neither of them can tell how tooru's attempt to ruffle hajime’s hair turned into an open-mouthed kiss against the slamming door.

tooru's hands under hajime’s t-shirt, running up and down his shoulder blades, along to the sound of their heavy breathing and the frenetic movement of their bodies. hajime's fingers digging deeply into tooru’s hair, scratching the length of his neck.

“fuck, hajime,” and “i did say you were driving me mad, tooru.”

rasping laughter and gentler caresses, then:

“what are we going to do now?”

“same as usual.”

“but what about our friendship and... this.”

“well, it looks like this is how things are now.”

“you have a way with words, iwa-chan.”

“just shut it and kiss me again.”

“okay, that i can do.”

[purpleglitch]

im just thinking about it right and im much better off personally with dream having lost but spreen taking the time to say his invention was sick (ntm Juan who clearly thought it was really cool as well) is way better than the opposite

Yeah like I honestly didn't think he would win since permadeath got a lot of votes from big ccs but oughhh it sucks that that won over everything else :( at least everyone watched how impressive it is and talked more about how cool it is than about the actual winner. @ dreamwastaken get spreen to Florida and let him be in the fusion rig please,,,,,,,,

[pianodogdodge]

United Universes Tour 2024!- We Didnt start the Fire!!

Dodger- “Oh somethings burning!! Burning!!!! Come on lets try to fight it!!!!” 

The song then began!!!! And Dodger looked like he was ready to fight it!!! 

Dodger- Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, “The King and I” and “The Catcher in the Rye"Eisenhower, vaccine, England’s got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye!!

We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been turning We didn’t start the fire No we didn’t light it But we tried to fight it

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc!

Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron Dien Bien Phu falls, “Rock Around the Clock"Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn’s got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland

Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev Princess Grace, “Peyton Place”, trouble in the Suez!!

We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been turning We didn’t start the fire No we didn’t light it But we tried to fight it

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, “Bridge on the River Kwai"Lebanon, Charlse de Gaulle, California baseball Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide

Buddy Holly, “Ben Hur”, space monkey, Mafia Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-goU2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, “Psycho”, Belgians in the Congo

We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been turning We didn’t start the fire No we didn’t light it But we tried to fight it

Hemingway, Eichmann, “Stranger in a Strange Land” Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion"Lawrence of Arabia”, British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say?!!

We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been turning We didn’t start the fire No we didn’t light it But we tried to fight it!!!

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline Ayatollah’s in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan"Wheel of Fortune”

, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores, China’s under martial law Rock and roller cola wars, I can’t take it anymore!

We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been turning We didn’t start the fire But when we are gone Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on

We didn’t start the fire!

Triple D-(It was always burning!! Since the world’s been turning!!) We didn’t start the fire No we didn’t light it But we tried to fight it

We didn’t start the fire It was always burning Since the world’s been turning We didn’t start the fire No we didn’t light it But we tried to fight it

Everyone was singing along!! Like crazy! the end was near but the energy is high!

(All credits to original creators! Video belongs to Edit Carrel on Youtube and all characters belong to there respected hosts!) 

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