#puto come back to me

[mango-dolphin]

saw the anon assumption post- lets see.... im going to assume that mangoes AREN'T your favorite fruit!

...actually true!! they're still one of my favorite fruits, but i made the username over 10 years ago at this point. i was obsessed w/mango! not so much anymore, haha.

i like fruit more generally now. mango is the most convenient one to say because it's the only one where i feel like i have a particularly attached desire for it, but nowadays i much more strongly prefer fruit flavors like rambutan, lychee, and lime. in particular i like eating the first two straight-up, and i like the flavors of lime, coconut, & wintermelon whenever i can get my hands on them. (thankfully lime-flavored stuff and things w/coconut as an ingredient are EXCEEDINGLY common where i live!)

in terms of flavors, find myself choosing lychee over mango a lot more nowadays. though in all honesty, i've come to prefer starches and more earthy flavors as of late.

[bth3cowboi]

snoop the bells, cs55xreader

part 1 part 2 part 4

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pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: Sometimes marriage is the result you get by mixing two long term partners, devotion and a love for a Snoopy plushie.

format: social media au

a/n: some spanish translations at the end! hope you enjoy

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ynraces C&Y 25’ ❤️���� Ready to start a new journey with you, my beautiful boy and husband. Can’t wait to see what life bring us from now on, I love you.

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user1 OMGGGG

user2 THE ROYAL WEDDING

carlossainzoficial Hermosos mis hijos

carlossainz55 Gracias papá ❤️

ynraces 🥹❤️

user4 wow this is beautiful I cant

user5 PAPA SAINZ🥹🥹

lewishamilton Congratulations guys🫶 Wishing you the best

ynraces Thank you Lew! Thanks for coming too

user6 LEWIS WAS THERE? WHO ELSE??

carlossainz55 Te amo😍

ynraces I love you too my bambi

charles_leclerc How do you even find a snoopy for this?

charles_leclerc Also congrats on the wedding

ynraces snoopy and WOODSTOCK

carlossainz55 She has a pinterest board for every snoopy situation

ynraces babe I got that ring and RAN to my romantic board

charles_leclerc Wow you have one for everytime you crash or lose the car?😂

ynraces yes😳 its in between my “snoopy charles getting FUCKED by ferrari” board and my “snoopy charles loses in his home gp” board!!

landonorris DAMNNN

landonorris She ate you up 🫵🫣🤣

ynraces I also have “snoopy lando norris getting his first win” but its empty

charles_leclerc HAHAHAHA

landonorris :(

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carlossainz55 My perfect wife, my perfect girl. La mujer más guapa y especial que he podido conocer. I can’t imagine what life would be without you by my side so I will make sure to do everything right so you can stay with me forever. ❤️ I will always cherish this day, thank you.

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user1 wow my parents🥺🥺

landonorris 🫶🫶 Love you guys

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user2 ay the getting ready pic😭😭 im crying

user3 they just love each other too much your honor!!

sebastianvettel So happy for you! Congrats😊

ynraces thanks seb youre the best i miss you come back thank you again

user4 I get it girl I miss seb too💔

fernandoalo_oficial Vamos chicos💪 Felicidades

ynraces Mi puto padre💪💪

carlossainz55 Gracias!!

ynraces I know I want to stay with you forever, thank you for making me the happiest and luckiest girl! Sharing life with you is enough to keep me content, can’t ask for more:)

carlossainz55 Wow I love you

user5 Im sorry I cried

user6 yn being this serious and romantic just killed me

georgerussel63 👏👏❤️

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landonorris Mr & Mrs Sainz wedding was kinda fire🔥🔥🔥

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user1 FERNANDO?? GEORGE?

user2 ehmmm have you seen CHARLES?

user3 How much alcohol was ingested omg

ynraces too much and yet not enough!!

user3 omg!!! girl CONGRATS!! I LOVE YOUR HUSBAND AND YOUR BABYYY

ynraces thank you thank you my babys the best (sometimes the husband too)

user4 thank you lando🙏 this is what i want to see

user5 Lando said f your wife, first pic is your father and us

landonorris I HAD TO PUT ME FIRST

carlossainz55 Thought this was jpg material🤔

landonorris Naaa my besties deserve to be on the main

charles_leclerc Well it should be, because I don’t remember that last photo

landonorris Oh those aren’t even your worsts… I’ve seen things

ynraces Send them ASAP I want to remember some things

carlossainz55 Send the red bull one

scuderiaferrari Should we get worried?🤔

charles_leclerc 😐😐

ynraces LOLLLLLLL U ARE GETTING DEMOTED 😹 🫵

charles_leclerc I wish the worst to that plushie of yours, I hope he gets lost

ynraces I pray you never win another GP in your life and you bring shame to every team you race for in the next ten years

ynraces Also his name is Baby Snoopy have some respect

carlossainz55 Ok that’s enough baby😘

ynraces k bbygirl😍🩷

user6 ☝️☝️That escalated quickly

user7 nah they know damn well to not mess with the dog

user8 this is lovely😭 and the kiss… wishing them and baby Snoopy the best!

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translations: (in order of appearance)

Hermosos mis hijos: My beautiful kids.

La mujer más guapa y especial que he podido conocer: The most special and beautiful woman that I have ever met.

Vamos chicos. Felicidades: Let’s go guys. Congratulations!

Mi puto padre: My fucking father (Direct translation of a Spanish joke! They call Alonso father in sign of respect lol)

a/n: A lot of people wanted more Snoopy! So here it is!!!! If you want to read more don’t be shy and send me asks with requests! I will be working on them when I’m not too busy with college stuff<3

[octuscle]

Accountant wanted

Let's not kid ourselves: no one expected Dylan to have a career. He'd barely managed to get through school, and probably only got his bachelor's degree out of pity. But he really did look like he needed to be pitied. Slightly overweight, bad skin, a squeaky voice and an annoying laugh. Most of his fellow students who were not doing a master's degree had job offers in the bag before they had even started their bachelor's thesis. Not Dylan.

In the beginning, Dylan kept his head above water with his old student job. Cashier at the supermarket. Sometimes he was also allowed to help out in the accounting department. Sometimes he also helped restock shelves. Nothing you'd need a bachelor's degree for. Sometimes Dylan also checked the supermarket bulletin board, but aside from tutoring jobs or babysitting for babies or pets, there were rarely any offers. Until that one day. There was the note. Handwritten. Blotchy. Not quite grammatically correct. But it said “Accountant wanted”. And Dylan could do accounting. Sort of. While he was working, Dylan didn't dare to use the phone. But right during the first break, he called the phone number listed. Someone answered whose English was rather broken. In a mixture of Spanish and English, Dylan conducted a kind of job interview. However, his Spanish was even worse than the English of his interlocutor. But somehow it seemed to have worked, because in the end Dylan received a WhatsApp message “Come mañana at 8:00 oficina. We looking forward to seeing you. I'll send the address later.” Dylan was so excited that his puny little cock actually got hard.

The next morning, Dylan got up at 5:30 a.m. It was quite a distance to Little Cuba. And he wanted to be on time and look good. With his white shirt, unfashionable tie, and tassel loafers, he looked a bit out of place on the bus. But he was at the specified location at 8:00 a.m. sharp. Dylan. No one else. Dylan checked the location again, which he had received via WhatsApp. He was exactly at the agreed place. It was 08:15, it was 08:30. It was 08:45… At 09:30, a man on a motorcycle stopped in front of Dylan. “You Dylan?” Dylan's mouth went dry. The guy was a mountain of a man. Muscles, hair… Tattoos… Leather… The man got off his bike and gave Dylan a fistbump that nearly knocked Dylan to the ground. “Soy Enrique. Pero call me Lobo. ¿Qué pasa con esa clothes tan silly?” Opened the rolling grille of the store they were standing in front of. Lobo pulled Dylan behind him. He went to the back. Dylan stood a little unsettled in the empty room. A mixture of cafe, leather clothing store and motorcycle repair shop. It smelled of oil, leather and sweat. For whatever reason, Dylan got a hard-on again.

Lobo came back and put a pile of clothes on a counter next to Dylan. A pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a leather vest. “Take them off! Get dressed!” It wasn't a request, it was an order. Dylan looked around for a sheltered spot. But there wasn't one. And Lobo barked more than he said: Here! So Dylan stripped. Thank goodness Lobo wasn't watching because he was looking for something. When Dylan put on the jeans that were loose-fitting on his legs, Lobo put a pair of boots in front of him. Dylan shielded his soft pale man-boobs from Lobo's gaze. He could hardly take his eyes off Lobo's steel-hard, tanned pecs. Lobo noticed this and made his muscles dance. Small damp patches from his precum formed in Dylan's jeans. Dylan pulled on the T-shirt, which was actually a cut-off tank top, and the leather vest. A mirror hung next to the rack of leather jackets. Dylan looked into it. He looked so ridiculous. His pale, chapped skin didn't match the masculine clothes at all. Since he was freshly shaved, his double chin was even more visible. And the gelled parting just didn't fit in at all. Not with his outfit. And not in the store!

Dylan asked Lobo what he should do now? Lobo looked at Dylan as if he wanted to eat him. “¿Soy yo el maldito contable? ¿Sé usar este puto ordenador?” he asked. “Todo lo que necesitas está ahí, en tu despacho.” Dylan had to make an enormous effort. Dylan didn't exactly speak the Spanish he had learned at school either. But he replied, somewhat haltingly and with a heavy accent, “¡Lo tienes, jefe! ¡No te defraudaré!”

In the corner that Lobo called his office, there was a surprisingly new and high-quality laptop with a Post-It with “clave: Lobo” stuck to it. Not exactly a high-security wing, Dylan thought to himself. But then, he wasn't employed for IT security. There were a few pieces of paper with notes next to the computer. Maybe there was a folder somewhere where he could file the notes. Dylan opened a drawer. And dollar bills poured out of the drawer. Small, large, hot off the press, worn… There had to be thousands of dollars. Lobo called out to him that he would like to know what yesterday's takings were and what outstanding debts there were. Well, counting the money was still the easiest task. Dylan was done with that by lunchtime. Then he had 18,743.00 dollars neatly bundled on his desk. His hands stank of money. It was hot and stuffy in the store. Dylan's hair was wet with sweat. He was hungry and thirsty. Lobo called out to him to get some tacos. And a few bottles of beer. Dylan took 20 dollars from the pile, made a note in an Excel spreadsheet and ran to get lunch. For Lobo, himself and, just in case, one or two of the guys who occasionally came into the store between errands.

Miguel greeted Dylan with a fist bump and asked if he wanted the usual. Dylan replied “¡Claro, amigo! Para cuatro personas, por favor. Y dame una botella extra de cerveza, estoy sediento como un buey hoy.” The two talked about the usual while Miguel prepared the tacos at his street food trolley. Soccer, the cursed Republicans, motorcycles… A few of the other guys, who were already eating or waiting in line behind Dylan, joined in the passionate discussion. Gringos rarely strayed into this neighborhood. Especially when it came to talking shit about Trump, there was no need to mince words. One of the guys asked Dylan how he spoke ghetto Spanish so fluently. Dylan shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea. It was just the Spanish he knew not only from Miguel, but also from Lobo and the boys. And Lobo was now snapping at him on the phone in exactly the same Spanish. He wouldn't be paid to blaspheme and gossip.

Dylan said goodbye to Miguel with a fist bump. He would have preferred a deep French kiss. But Miguel was a prude. Too bad, really. Well, maybe Dylan would be able to suck off one of the boys in the store later. As the youngest in the team, he was the one furthest down the hierarchy. And as an accountant, he was worth less than the money collectors, pimps or protection racketeers on the team. The others chose when and how he was allowed to have fun. When he arrived with the tacos, he took a quick look in the mirror: yes, he was the gringo on the team. But he worked hard on his body, his language and his attitude. He did everything he could to fit in.

It was only a short bus ride to his apartment. He shared a room with a couple of guys who worked in one of Lobo's restaurants, with whom he laundered money. They were cool. They helped Dylan improve his Spanish, they always brought food from the restaurant in the evenings and if none of the guys from Lobo's headquarters felt like playing with the gringo, Dylan always had the chance to fill a hole or get one filled. Not that early though, the guys rarely finished work before 10pm. So Dylan took the opportunity, swapped jeans for nylon shorts and boots for sneakers and headed for the pull-up bar in the small park around the corner. Time for a little workout.

The next morning, Dylan's morning wood led him straight to the bathroom. The boys hadn't come home until around 02:00 and he didn't want to disturb them. But fuck, his morning wood was almost painful. He stood in front of the mirror, sucked in the smell from his armpit and jerked off with his other hand. Shit, he was 19 years old now, this permanent horniness of puberty had to be over by now. But…. No… It…. Was… FUUUUUUUCK! Not over yet. Dylan wiped the mirror and the sink clean. Shit, too late to shower again. The boys had probably dropped off the last day's takings by now and if he didn't finish booking them by the time Lobo arrived, there'd be trouble. So he quickly wiped his upper body with the washcloth, brushed his teeth and set off.

When Dylan arrived at the store, no one was there except Juan. Juan repaired the boys' bikes. He'd been doing that since Lobo was still shitting in his diapers. And now he was working on Dylan's baby. Technically, it wasn't his yet. But if the month went as he expected, it would be his bike by the end of the month. Finally, no more of this damn bus driving. He hated riding the bus, almost like he hated that his parents had given him that silly name “Dylan”. That's why he'd been nicknamed “Gringo” by Lobo and his boys right from the start.

17,776.00 dollars. Less than the day before. Lobo would be fuming. But Dylan's job as an accountant was done. All the income had been properly booked to the restaurant, the laundry and the motorcycle workshop. Even though he himself stank of sweat and musk, his books were all clean and tidy. Maybe he could give Lobo a blowjob to thank him when he arrived. And then Dylan would take care of booking the expenses.

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[julia4today]

almuerzo fluff

(husband!miguel x pregnant!reader)

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what’s happens when people find out about you? about your kids. idk but i had this idea so just bare (bear?) with me. writing on iphone and computer-- there's some spanish in there. i don' t practice all that often since i left home so excuse any off translation

tw: swearing, angst if you squint, no proofreading

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guards, hq doesn’t need ‘em. mainly because they have thousands of spidermen swinging around, ready to save. unfortunately those spidermen aren’t always the most aware when it comes to being in hq. considering you somehow managed to slip past them.

you, with a toddler on your hip and a basket of food in your hand combined with your intensely slow walking. you would expect to atleast have some hassle getting through the doors.

you were so close too, just one more hallway until you could have lunch in peace with your husband. unfortunately some spiders get nosy. some spiders try to detain you, take your kid from you, call over other spiders, and rummage through your food.

of course this doesn’t go without protest.

“ma’am who are you? and where did you get this kid? to what do you have business here?”

“give me back my kid.” you respond struggling against the grasp of a…dinosaur? no im just kidding, yet another peter parker.

“we have no way of knowing that she is yours.”

crying and kicking coming from your daughter, gabriella. “get away! get away! i want mommy!” she screams, trying her best to now push past the crowds to get to you. a spider picks her up, beginning to take her away.

“get your hands off my kid!” you say, as tears prick your eyes. finally struggling free and, slowly, running to grab gabriella. picking her up and holding her in your arms. “it’s okay honey, mommy’s here.”

wiping her tears you turn to face the group, looking around you notice your once perfectly made up lunch with all the food for a family of 5 (your husbands a big eater…) was now strewn across the floor.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you shout, covering your daughters ears, slowly rocking her. you hear a spider call the boss, your husband. how unfortunate for the group.

“we don’t know who you are, if you’re dangerous, what you’re doing here!”

“i’m pregnant, with my daughter, carrying a basket of food to my husband! how is that dangerous?!”

“well we-“ cut off my the stomping you know so well and the yelling you could never forget.

you could hear him, saying that “if it was something stupid he’d fire all of them.” that “if the woman was dangerous why didn’t they call him sooner?"

as he approaches you see his eyes widen and his body relax. he lets out a sigh. he easily makes his way through the masses, a path paved for him, through the sea of people.

the crowd watches in awe as he picks up the little girl. "hola mi princesa. ¿como estas?" he says softly as he wipes any excess tears from gabriella's eyes.

"papa they were s-so mean to mommy."

"i know baby, i'm sorry you had to go through that," he replies, glaring over at the, now, cowering and slightly shocked, group of spiders. he turns to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. "¿qué pasó, mi amor? pensé que venías a almorzar."

"yeah, well that's not what they thought. nuestra comida está arruinada," you hang your head in annoyance.

"i know, but luckily we have a food court, although nothing is better than your food," he lifts your face, sighing and turning around.

"what the hell is your problem? putos cabrones, THAT'S MY WIFE. idiots," he yells, still holding gabriella. who has now fallen asleep in her dads arms.

"s-sir we didn't know." a brave spider spoke up.

he rolls his eyes, resting his free hand on his hip. "and you think a pregnant lady, with her daughter, and a basket of food is really a threat? why did i hire such morons?!" he exclaims.

he turns towards you, putting on a sweet expression with a soft smile. "c'mon mami, let's go get some food." turning around once more he yells one last times.

"you all, pick up this mess and meet me in my office in two hours." everyone could pick up the sinister tone in his voice, it wasn't hard to miss.

"mi héroe," you say, and you all walk towards the food court. although when you have a group of teen spiders wandering around the building who are a little too obsessed with heir bosses personal lives, you don't get much privacy.

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alright what do we think? also yes mahagony pt 2 is coming but honestly i haven' t had any motivation to start pt 2 yet. so sorry to those waiting. i woke up at 5 am and suddenly had the urge to make this so heres hoping we all like it

[didishawn]

Make sure he hears you are taken (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: jealous Pedri, basically he answers your phone to make sure a guy getting too close to you hears how well he fucks you, smut, exhibitionism of some kind I guess, lots of Spanish

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The whole trouble starts with Pedri on his car driving Gavi home after training.

He has been quite busy lately, not having enough attention for you lately so he feels as if he has to make it up to you, taking chance of tomorrow's free day to dine you out then fuck you well into the morning hours.

"Oye, coge mi móvil y llama a y/n, porfa, que quiero confirmar para hoy a la noche" he tells Gavi, the younger boy nodding, unlocking his friend's phone - your birthday the password, and pressing call on your contact, a picture of the two of you, rolling his eyes at how obsessively in love Pedri is. (hey, take my phone and call y/n, please, that I want to check for tonight)

The phone rings twice before your voice sounds on the other side, putting an instant smile on Pedri's face.

"Hola, amor, ¿como estás?" you greet him. (hey love, how are you?)

"Bien bien, solo quería confirmar si todo sigue en pie para hoy a la noche" you hum in agreement, and he grins widely. (good, good, just wanted to check if everything is still good for tonight)

Then he hears it, male voice in the background, your voice responding to whoever it was, Gavi's eyes widen, wanting to know what is about to come down.

"¿Con quien estás, amor?" (who are you with, love?)

You voice is lowered as you speak next "Un pesado de la uni, diciéndome algo de que quería quedar conmigo esta noche" (some loser from college, telling me something about wanting to hang out with me tonight)

Gavi's mouth is wide open as he side eyes his friend.

"¿Es tonto o que?" (is he stupid or what?)

You hum again at your boyfriend's question "Es muy pesado. Pero mejor lo hablamos luego, que no me quiero ni imaginar la cara de Gavi escuchando el chisme" (he is so annoying. But we better talk later I can't even imagine Gavi's face listening to the gossip)

The younger boy scoffs "¡No estoy chismoseando!" (I am not gossiping!)

"Ajá, si claro, haré que me lo creo. Bueno amor, nos vemos luego, te amo" Pedri says it back and indicates Gavi to hang up. (aha, yeah right, I will do as if I believe that. Well love, see you later, love you)

Pedri's knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel.

"Tú sabes que ella ni siquiera mira hacia otro hombre" (you know she doesn't even look another man's way)

"Claro que lo se, pero no sé de qué va ese puto payaso, no es que nuestra relación sea secreta ni nada, todo el mundo sabe que estamos juntos" (of course I know that, what I don't know is what that fucking clown is about, it's not like our relationship is a secret, everyone knows we are together)

"No le des muchas vueltas, tú piensa que simplemente es un gilipollas que ya se cansará" (don't think too much about it, just think that he simply is an asshole that will eventually get tired)

But not even Gavi's unusually rational words can keep Pedri's mind away from whoever that fucking asshole is.

Pedri doesn't let his fleeting thoughts ruin your night together, though, even if his mind is full of jealousy.

You know he is jealous, he might be one of the best footballers out there, but acting is not a talent of his.

His fans go wild at how many stories and pictures he has posted tonight, some of them simply showing you off, one of the two of you kissing, another of the fancy restaurant he has taken you to, all photos accompanied by romantic quotes that almost has your eyes full of tears because of how happy they make you.

You know lay on your comfortable couch, a bottle of wine shared between you as you cuddle into his chest, him placing kisses on your head, both of you just happy with each other's company. He looks down at you with so much love in his eyes, a dumb smile on his face as you ramble about your day, your eyes as full of love as his.

Then your phone dings.

You both ignore it, but the sound repeats, once, twice, thrice.

You sigh, picking up the phone, a frown on your face as you see who the messages' sender is.

"¿Pasa algo?" your boyfriend asks you, his face full of concern. (is something wrong?)

You puff and show him the screen, the name of a boy on the notifications, asking you about what you are doing, telling you you would have had so much more fun with him than with 'that football player you are dating', there is a image attached to that Pedri can only guess is a dick pic, another message telling you all about how hot you are - as if you even needed a reminder of that, and how horny you make him.

"Supongo este es el gilipollas, ¿no?" you nod, he scoffs "Maldito cabron de mierda, ¿de que puto va? Asqueroso" (I suppose this is the idiot, right? Fucking, shitty asshole, what the fuck is he going about? Disgusting)

He drops the phone on the couch, his face hidden behind his hands, you approach him, you head in his neck "Lo siento" (you apologise)

He shakes his head "¿De que te disculpas? No es tu culpa sea un baboso" (what are you apologising for? It's not your fault he is a slob)

"Debería haberte dicho antes que no me dejaba en paz" (I should have told you before that he doesn't stop bothering me)

"No es tu culpa, se que he estado ocupado últimamente" (it's not you fault, I know I have been busy lately)

"No es excusa" you say, then lean forward placing a kiss on his neck "Déjame pagártelo" (it's no excuse. Let me make it up to you)

A handsome smile takes over his face, your mouths meeting in a passionate kiss, he cups your face, the kiss leaving you breathless.

He separates, his kisses going lower and sucking your neck, leaving a mark behind, his hands go lower too, gripping the hem of your dress, pushing it up.

"Venga bonita, dejame quitarte este vestido, dejame verte entera" (come on pretty one, let me take this dress off you, yet me see all of you)

You are left only in your panties, having chosen to not wear a bra tonight, his mouth salivating at the sight of you breasts, the cold air gardening your nipples. He leans forward, making you completely lay down as he showers over you, he kisses both breasts, his hips are grinding into yours, he already has you moaning, your hands buried in his hair, pulling on its strands, making it messy.

You are pulling on his shirt, wanting to see more of him, he kisses your check and takes it off, letting you see his strong upper part, your eyes stuck on the signs of the happy trail leading to the bulge his pants struggle to contain. You mouth attaches to his neck, he now lays on the couch, gazing up at you, getting comfortable as you lips go lower, hands unbuckling his belt, you push his pants down, the same with his underwear, his cock bouncing against his stomach, red tip, the veins looking about to explode, there is precum coming out and his balls look heavy.

"¿No vas a chuparla?" he teasingly asks, you roll your eyes. (are you not going to suck it?)

"Todo un caballero. Ni un por favor ni nada" (such a gentleman. Not even a please)

"Por favor, mi diosa a la que amo más que nada en el mundo, chupame la polla. ¿Así mejor?" (please, my goddess who I love more than anything in this world, suck my dick. Is that better?)

You hum, mouth wide open as you struggle to take him down your throat, your hand stimulating what you can't fit, his head goes back, his hands on your hair as you go up and down.

"Joder, pareces un experta y todo" (shit, you feel like an expert and all)

You let go, hand still working up and down "Mi novio me ha ayudado a practicar" (my boyfriend has helped me practice)

"Joder" he moans, hoarse voice high pitched "Suena a que es muy suertudo" (fuck. He sounds like a lucky man)

You kiss his tip, his heart is about to explode at how cute you look "Yo soy la suertuda" (I am the lucky one)

"Debatible" (debatable)

His hands pull on your hair, making you drop his cock as he once more pushes you to lay on the couch, he hovers over you, lips meeting yours as one hand grasps your cheek, the other reaches down to pull off your panties. Once they are gone, that same hand pushes your legs open, a finger starts teasing your clit, all of this without letting go of your lips.

"Dios, como te quiero" he says as you need a breather, he is looking at you as if you had hung the stars on the sky, in his mind you probably have. (god, I love you so much)

There are only inches in between you as he pushes a finger into you, fucking you with it slowly, you basically moaning into his mouth.

"Tan apretada y solo llevo un dedo. ¿Como se va a sentir cuando sea mi polla la que esté dentro?" (so tight and it's only one finger. How will it feel when it's my cock inside?)

You can't respond, now concentrated on the feeling of two fingers inside of you and another rubbing circles on your clit. Breaking eye contact is not a possibility, his eyes call yours, you can only see him, only the two of you left in a world that could be burning down for all you cared, his lips may be kissing your breasts, but his eyes stay on yours.

That is, until the loud ring of your phone, making you groan as you reach to toss it away. Pedri is faster and picks it up, disgust taking over his expression as he sees who the caller is.

"De verdad, que no se puede ser más subnormal" he is about to hung up, when an idea strucks his mind "¿Qué te parece si le dejamos escuchar lo bien que te follo, amor? Así se le queda bien claro que tú solamente eres mía" (seriously, you can't be more stupid. How about we let him hear how well I fuck you, love? So he can understand that you are only mine)

You think it over for a second, then slowly nod making him grin widely before planting along kiss on your lips and picking up the call, placing the phone right next to your head.

You are sure the guy is talking, but you can't really understand what he is saying - something about it you are there, Pedri is on his knees in between your legs, face on your center as he licks a long stripe up, lips wrapping around your clit, you let out a loud moan that they guy on the other side of the phone surely didn't miss.

Pedri is devouring you as if you were his last meal, there fingers now inside of you pumping in and out restlessly, his mouth doesn't leave your clit until he feels you about to cum by the high pitch on your whines and moans. He lets go, leaving you just about to reach the extasis that you long so much for.

He picks you up and turns you around, on all fours you feel him on your entrance, his tip teasing you.

"Recuerda dejarle bien claro que solo hay una persona que te puede tener así" (remember to make it clear there is only one person that can have you like this)

"Pedri!" you whine when he sticks only his tip inside of you, you are breathless, a whining mess as you hide your face in the pillow your boyfriend made sure to be avaible so you aren't as uncomfy.

"Dios, estas ya así cuando ni siquiera he hecho nada todavía. ¿Como vas a aguantar cuando te esté follando como te mereces?" (god, you are like this without me doing anything still. How will you manage when I fuck you like you deserve?)

His tip does playful taps against you, until finally he is entirely in you in one harsh thrust, a loud moan escaping your mouth and into the phone's microphone.

"¿Eso se sintió bien, amor?" you desperately nod and he laughs. (did that feel good, love?)

The pace of his hips is hard and fast, unforgiving, the noise of skin against skin is loud, not as much as you moans and whines, his groans are lower, hoarser. He leans down, biting into your neck, his strong chest against your back as he desperately ruts into you, heavy balls hitting you, his heat enveloping you.

"Deja que escuche lo bien que te follo, déjale claro de quién eres" (let him hear how well I fuck you, make it clear who you belong to)

"Pedri!" you whine, you are close, about to come as you tighten even more around him, trapping him inside you, your sound get hight pitched, so do his groans.

His hips stutter a bit, his pace faltering as he reaches down to you phone, speaking into it "Payaso, ¿te pensabas te iba a dar el placer de escuchar lo linda que se escucha al correr se para mi? Vete a la mierda, déjala en paz" (clown, did you really think I would let you the pleasure of hearing how pretty she sound when she comes for me? Go to hell, leave her alone)

He hangs up and tosses the phone aside, fully concentrating on you and how good you feel, picking you up and setting you on his lap, moving you up and down, thrusting, harshly into you, one hand playing with your clit, his lips attached to your neck.

"Venga bonita, vente para mi, necesito sentirte a mi alrededor" (come on pretty one, cum for me, I need to feel you around me)

You can't really think straight but nod desperately, cumming at once when you feel his tip kissing your cervix, all his cum filling you up to the brim.

It's not enough, you both know that, and by the time you are done, his cum is seeping out from you and it's early morning hours.

Needless to say, the boy never dares to even look you to the eye again.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

umm sorry if this is bad or too much but could you maybe write something lalo x reader where the reader is ignoring lalo's texts, maybe for work reasons or something, and lalo. uhm. breaks into their house and noncons them to remind them who's in charge <3

yes anon glory to the salamanca cartel

had this freezer burned shit in my drafts and im digging it up for turno nocturno. just when i think im out this crazy bitch pulls me back in 😔

warning: noncon, physical/emotional abuse, gunplay, face slapping, oral

"Talk."

Lalo demanded, as if you had something to confess to. Like there was a reason for him to break through your bedroom window, straddle your chest, and point a glock at your face. To any normal person, that sort of behavior is never justified, but to Lalo, it’s a natural consequence of what happened. What you did to him. Your blatant act of disrespect.

“Tried calling you today. Three times. They all went straight to voicemail.” Lalo explained, venom dripping from his voice, his thick thighs around your ribcage, his body weight pinning you to your bed. You weren’t sure which was more intimidating, the steel barrel tapping against your forehead, or the one tucked away in his jeans, beating against your sternum, also aimed directly at you. “Why’s that?”

“Wh-Wha…?” You sniffled, “Wh… When did you call me—ow!”

Lalo answered your question by pistol whipping you across the face. He left your ears ringing, your cheeks stinging, and with most likely a black eye come tomorrow morning.

“No, no, no. You don’t get to ask questions, puto (whore). Not until you answer mine. What the hell was so important that you had to turn your phone off?”

Your adrenaline-chugging mind raced to answer him. When could he have called you? No idea. Why didn’t you hear it? The hell if you knew. What did you even do today? Uh… All these searches coming up blank. Turns out you can’t think too well with a gun in your face. A few more seconds of agonizing confusion, and then it came to you. Oh, that’s right.

“I… I went *sniff* to see… *sniff* a… *sniff* m-movie with my *sniff* f-friend… *sniff* Jesse…” You sobbed, struggling to breathe through the tears and the pressure on your chest. What a shame. You and Jesse actually had a great day together, hotboxing his car and cackling in the back row of the theater, but that joy was the furthest thing from your mind right now. This was quickly turning into the worst night of your life.

Lalo lowered the gun. “That’s it?” He reached out to cup your jaw, his thumb swiping away your tears. “You promise?”

You nodded.

Lalo seemed content with that answer. He shook his head, then sighed in disappointment, “Ay, chico tonto… (silly boy). What am I gonna do with you?” He placed the gun on your nightstand. “Next time? You text me if you gotta turn your phone off. And you text me when it’s back on. Okay?”

“Okay…” you mumbled.

“Good boy!” Lalo smiled, ruffling your hair as a gesture of good will. A sign that he still loved you, in his own sadistic, psychotic way.

“But we gotta make sure this doesn’t happen again, yeah? Gotta keep you in line, pretty boy.”

While distracting you with headpats, his other hand went to his belt, tugging it off and tossing it on the floor.

“Luckily, today wasn’t anything serious. But what if I really needed you? And you’d just gone missing? Sheesh. Could’ve been a disaster for you, kid.”

He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. Menacing in size, the physical manifestation of his rage and power over you, mere inches from your face.

“But don’t worry.”

The gentle stroking of your hair suddenly turned into knots clenched in his fist.

“I forgive you.”

And before you could protest, he shoved your face forward, and the barrel went down your throat, gagging you, keeping you quiet. A silencer.

“Suck.”

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Teaching Them Spanish 18+ Ft: Baji, Hakkai, Hanma, Rindou, and Ran WC:900 part 2 TW; Swearing in Spanish, humor (unedited) A/N: Hello babes! I decided to do something more on the fun side! Teaching some lucky men Spanish part 1! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Hope you enjoy! (@sashi-ya and I had a long convo about this lol)

Hanma

From the start, it was a bad idea to teach him any bad words in Spanish. The man literally memorized every single word and used them on a daily basis. He would say it at the most random places as well. Getting an iced coffee at one of your favorite spots as your order was ready. Hanma grabbed both drinks “Thanks puto.” he spoke nonchalantly with a smile. You looked at your boyfriend squinting your eyes at him. The barista didn’t know what he said but just smiled and waved us goodbye. 

“You cannot keep saying it like that!” you scolded him.

“Come on babe like they really know what puto means,” he smirked while taking a drink of his coffee, his hand draping around your shoulder. “Bet you anything if I say it to a random person right now they will not know what it means. Wanna see?”

“No-no I believe you.” letting a low chuckle out knowing how gutsy he already was. “I wish you picked up on the sweet things I taught you rather than the bad ones.”

Even though he loved saying the bad words he did learn the phrase just for you  “Eres el amor de mi vida (You are the love of my life),” The way he rolled his r’s so perfectly made your heart drop the scarlet color dusting your cheeks. 

Baji 

 “Leave them alone pinche baboso!” Hearing your long-haired boyfriend's voice raise louder. It startled you a bit to hear the aggressive tone he used.  A person who seemed to not get the hint to leave you. They seemed to finally get the hint and walk off. His eyes followed the person until they were out of his sight letting out an annoyed sigh. His hand was still holding onto yours. 

Your other hand begins to rub his forearm. “you okay??” Looking up at him. 

He looked down at you as his stern look lessened “Yeah…” he noticed the smile on your face “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“We need to practice your pronunciation a bit more. But you used the terms correctly.” You spoke chirpily 

Raising his brow  “stop acting like a teacher! I said it perfectly.” 

“You had the sas which was great but Pinche we need to work on you have to let it come down deeeeep from your soul when you say it.” You said smiling. Letting go of your hand he began to walk off “Babe wait!” You took off chasing him. 

Hakkai

He wanted to learn for you. Bless his soul it took him son to ask you. Every day like a clock work you sat down with him. He didn’t know how to even have the words come out of his mouth. The phrase was very simple to say.  “Don’t be shy babe.” both of your hands were resting on your cheeks giving him a sweet smile.

‘They cannot look at me this cute and ask me to do this.’ he thought to himself. The blush dusted his cheeks. “I-I can’t.” his hands began to rub his face Reaching for his hands bringing them down from his face. “You got this, don't second guess yourself.” sweetly speaking to him. Swallowing the hard lump in the back of his throat “¿Me regalas un beso? (can you give me a kiss?)” 

“Sí” leaning over pressing your lips lightly against trembling lips. “You wanna learn another one?” you looked at him, he was still a bit shocked. You think you might have made your boyfriend pass out with his eyes open.

Rindou

“I would use this phrase a lot.” He looked at you “teach me it.” “I told you I didn’t wanna teach you the bad words. And all I’ve been teaching you is the bad phrases.” you pouted. Rin was so persistent in learning the phrases he wanted to know... You wanted to teach him Spanish but each time he asked it was the bad ones. 

“Come on, just let me know what it is, can't you see I want to learn.” Rin’s violet eyes looking at you. 

Being the sucker you are just the simple look at you with his violet eyes you couldn’t help but give into him “que chingados( what the fuck)” crossing your arms and sighing. “que chingados.” he repeated it a few times, getting the feel and the tone he should use with it.

“Okay stop saying it, you don’t need to say it right now.”  

“¿Por qué?” he smirked.

Ran 

“Mi Amor~~~” Ran loved the phrases he was a natural at learning the new language. Literally felt like you were dating a telenovela actor. It all started when you were actually watching a telenovela. He wanted to know what was going on and he didn’t want to read the subtitles. You were putty in his hands, his hands wrapping around your waist.  Your hands resting against his chest. “Sí mi Rey~~(yes my king)”  you cooed. He loved hearing you speak to him in Spanish. “God I love how you say that. Me gusta mucho (i like it a lot)”  

“ I know you do. Are you ready to watch the rest of the show?” asking him,  your fingers running through his hair.

“ I was thinking about having our own little romantico moment right now.” looking at your lips then back at your eyes the corner of his lip slightly curled up.

“If yall going to act like cochinos close the door.” Rin  was walking past the open door.

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[simplydannie]

Velvet has made choices that now have her, her brother, and their new ally, Apollo, facing death at the outer ridge of Under Rageous called the Edge….

….that is until a certain someone comes in… and sacrifices himself for the twins…

(Not canon events but interesting AU to my AU lol)

“LET US GO!”

Velvet kicked and screamed as the Under Rageons held her captive. They had driven them to the Edge…. The edge of Under Rageous where a large fault lay, it fell forever into an eternal void, and eternal abyss…. No one knew what lay at the bottom… just a black void.

The Under Rageons pulled Velvet out of the car first. Followed by her brother, then the Strobe, Apollo…. The traitor.

“Déjame ir, cabron!” The Strobe muttered in Spanish. All three had their hands tied behind their back as they lead them close and closer to the edge of the fault.

“You don’t have the right to say anything anymore, puto.” A Strobe grasped Apollo by his hair and pushed him forward, causing him to stumble to the ground, “You failed. You said you were gonna bring the brats to us… but what did you decide to do…. Side with them instead. Do some flirting am I right.” He winked at Apollo, glancing towards the young female Succubi.

“Leave him alone!” Velvet cried out.

“Yeah. Yeah. We’ll leave him alone alright. Along with all you three… at the bottom of the Edge. Move it.” Pointing their guns the guided the three closer and closer. Veneer stood his ground in between the guns and his sister…

“Why are you punishing her? She did what you wanted. She got to you the resources. Let her go!” He stared down the Under Rageons surrounding them…. He hoped they couldn’t see him buckling at his knees… he was terrified, but having Velvet walk out of here alive was his one and only goal.

“Yeah. She did. Then she double crossed. Which in the line of the cartel…. Is a sin that needs to be punished.” The Rageon clicked his gun.

“Cool it! I’m the one who betrayed you. Not her. And not him. Deal with me.” Apollos spoke up standing in front of Veneer and Velvet.

“…. What…. No.” Velvet murmured.

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll make sure to make you pay. Now stand in a line. NOW!”

“LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE! BASTARD!” Veneer flared as the yanked Velvet away from him.

“Oh, little puppy has a bark guys!” They all laughed.

They pushed and pulled them standing in a row at the edge of the fault. They faced the Edge, looking down at the dark void that awaited them at the bottom…. This was there end. Veneer looked at his sister…

“…Run…” He whispered to her, “Run once you get the chance, okay, Vels. I’ll give you time.”

She shot a glare at him, “What? And leave you behind?! No.” He could see the tears beginning to sting her eyes, “This….This is my fault…”

“…No it’s not, carina.” She heard Apollo say, “….We all screwed up…Especially me. You two run. I can hold them off long enough I think.” He winked at Velvet.

“No!….I’m not leaving you either…” She murmured.

“…Vels, please…” Veneer begged…They could hear the gun click as the Under Rageons prepared to fire, “…Please run…”

“ENOUGH!” A loud familiar, deep voice emerged from behind them. They all turned…the twins heart sank: it was their dad. “….Let them go. Let them all go.”

Vaughn demanded. All the Under Rageons around were the ones with guns, Vaughn was not armed, yet, they all trembled at his presence…

“Let. Them. Go.” He demanded again.

“No, no, no. That’s an option, mi amigo.” Another voice emerged. Making his way down through his goons was Eros, the Strobe mafia leader… Vaughns rival… no one hated Vaughn more than him, and Mistress of course. “Your daughter double crossed my cartel. That’s a big no no. So, she has to pay. Along with the rest of her little gang.”

Vaughn turned to face his daughter, “Dad…. I’m…. I’m sorry okay. I just…. I was desperate… so wanted to be my own person, prove I can make my own choices…. I didn’t…. I didn’t mean for any of this… especially bringing Veneer into this…. I’m….. I’m sorry.” Tears strolled down her cheeks as she looked her father in the eyes. What did she right now? A hug…. She wants to run into her father’s like she had so many times, and finally just embrace him.

“You’re willing to kill your own son?” Vaughn turned back to Eros.

“Not much of a son really. Double crossed me in order to help your brats.” Eros spat, “Now if you excuse me. I have some death wishes to grant.” He singled for his men to prepare to fire. Hesitantly they brought up their guns as they carefully eyed Vaughn.

Veneer took his place in front of his sister again, hoping he’d take most of the hits… Apollo stood his ground next to him as well.

“You got balls, amigo.” He smiled at Veneer.

“Thanks? I think?”

“It’s a compliment. Hermano to hermano .”

“Oh! Well, thanks!” Veneer beamed at the Strobe.

The guns clicked, but Vaughn spoke again, “…. Appeal.”

“Wait!” Eros stopped, “what did you say?” An evil grin coming to his face.

“Appeal. You know what that means. You know the code.”

“Oh I do! You not trying to play tricks are you, take me for a fool?”

“No. I came here alone, unarmed….I appeal.” Vaughn swallowed the lump in his throat. Eros smirked. With a single gesture of his hand his guards removed the three Rageons from the ledge.

“What? What does that mean? Dad, what does that mean?” Veneer demanded as he struggled against their grasped, “what does that mean?!”

One guard went over to Vaughn, afraid to touch him, he simply gestured for Vaughn to move closer to the edge, “…. Hey! Hey what gives!? Dad!? What gives?” Veneer called out again, tears falling down his face.

“….Im sorry…. It’s the only way I can protect you. Both of you…. You’re survivors… I know you got this.” He looked at both his children with the most sincere look…. The look of a father.

“…..Daddy….” Velvet murmured, a pitch coming to her voice as she tried to fight back the tears, “I’m sorry. We’ll figure this out okay. Just come away from the ledge. We’ll figure it out.” She spoke, her voice shaking as she began to cry.

“…. Look away sweetheart.”

“No! Daddy please! Please! Please no!” She cried, trying to pull herself free to run to her father, “Daddy please!”

“….. I love you….. both of you… so much…”

BANG!

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the fault… within moments their father was gone…. His body being sent down to the abyss.

“NO!” They both cried as they ran to the ledge. Apollo was quick at their heels. He grasped Veneer by the wrist as he fell to his knees, reaching over the ledge, crying out for his father. He was able to grasp Velvet by her arm.

“Let go! Let go!” She cried clawing at his hands

“I’m sorry…. I’m so, so sorry…” The Strobe murmured, tears forming in his own eyes.

“Let go!!! I need to get him!” She cried at the tops of her lungs.

“We need to make sure he’s okay! Let go!” Veneer began pulling his wrist away.

“…. He’s gone…. I’m so sorry….. but he’s gone…” Apollo closed his eyes as the twins let out the most gut wrenching cries he’d ever hear. Velvet fell into his arms, Veneer fell to his own knees.

Laughter approached. Eros went over to peak over the ledge. He spat at the abyss below, “If I knew this is what it would take for him to surrender so calmly I would’ve done this along time ago!!! Finally, the unde city is mine! Mine!!” He turned to his goons, “I just killed Vaughn Montegue once and for all!…. Get their asses tied up and back in the car!”

They went over to the three Rageons. The twins struggled against them still crying, still yelling for their father at the top of their lungs…..

Behind the thicket near the edge, small eyes watched as everything unraveled…

The small gasps and cries.

“…. Oh my god….” Poppy’s voice murmured.

“….. they….. they killed their dad…. Right in front of them.” Branches small voice echoed out. Her turned to face his brother next to him, “He knew…. He knew this would happen, wouldn’t he….”

Floyd stood silent. His head hung low….

“Take care of them for me. Be the father they always deserved….” Vaughns voice echoed through his skull. Yes…. The older Rageon knew what was to happen… to save his children… he sacrificed himself…Floyd wiped the tear that fell from his eye… his heart shattering into two.

“…. He’s with his wife now…. And my promise to both of them…. Take care of their children.” He looked at Branch and Poppy, “Let’s go save them.”

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hi! So I was wondering if you could write a Angel Dust x Reader (platonic) oneshot. Where the reader comforts Angel after dealing with Val. And in return, he comforts them when they are also feeling sad.

Feeling sad atm so this is comfort for me as well 😭 but yes ofc! <3

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Angel Dust (ft. Valentino & clients)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Oneshot

TW: Valentino being himself, suggested r@pe, abuse, crude language, alcohol, drugs

Summary: after dealing with a bad shoot, Angel Dust can’t handle dealing with any more fans, so he asks you to drive him back to the Hotel where you take the time to take care of him. He later shows you his appreciation.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

“Cut!” Valentino’s voice cut through the sounds of sex, his accent clearer due to his anger. The men on top of Angel Dust pulled away and walked off set to take a break, leaving the naked spider curled up on the bed. Valentino stood from his chair and roughly took Angel’s chin in his hand, forcing their eyes to meet. Valentino glared as he watched his pornstar sob. “Why are you crying, amorcito? You’re supposed to look happy for the camera.” The pimp cooed, pretending to show the spider sympathy.

“It hurts, Val.” Angel whimpered through his tears. “Aww, poor baby… were they too rough?” For a moment, Angel Dust thought that Valentino would actually be gentle. But that hope was quickly shattered when he used his lower arms to grab Angel, roughly pulling him up. The hand he used to hold Angel’s chin shifted to slap him right across the face. “Well get over it, puto! They paid good money to fuck you!”

Valentino pulled out a pill and held it out to Angel Dust, who knew better than to disobey Val. He took the drug and quickly swallowed. Then he was pushed back onto the bed. “Now quit bitching and give me something good…” Valentino turned and walked coldly back to his seat, signaling for the clients to walk back on set. Feeling the drug start to kick in, Angel forced a smile as the cameras began rolling again.

…

Angel Dust sat in the corner of his dressing room, his upper hands tangled in his messy hair and his lower hands wrapped around his legs, holding them to his chest. He sobbed, refusing to look at the shattered mirror on his vanity. He felt disgusting, defiled. He had already taken an hour long shower, yet he still didn’t feel clean…

Then a vibration caught his attention. He crawled to his messy vanity and picked up his phone, quickly wiping his teary eyes so he can see the screen. His eyes widened when he realized it was a text from you. And suddenly, he felt a bit less sad.

Hey Angie, ur shift ended a while ago. U okay?

Of course you had memorized Angel’s schedule. After all, you often drove him to and from the studio whenever he didn’t feel like being harassed by fans. Angel Dust sighed and typed a response, too focused on talking to you to realize he was no longer crying.

Hey toots, I was just in the shower. Could ya pick me up?

Omw

Angel felt nothing but relief, knowing that you were coming to save him. And with your reckless driving, he knew you’d arrive in less than five minutes, despite how far the studio was from the Hazbin Hotel. And he was right. Soon enough, he heard the familiar sound of your car’s engine outside. Angel Dust grabbed his day clothes and held them to his chest, not bothering to change. He just wanted to get the fuck out of here. In nothing but his boots and robe, Angel rushed down to the lobby and out of the building, seeing you standing by your race car. Both of you smiled as you saw each other.

You opened the passenger door for Angel Dust, letting him climb inside before closing the door and going into the driver’s side, both of you putting your seatbelts on. Normally, Angel Dust didn’t care much for safety when he was being driven around. But you liked driving with speed, and if it weren’t for seatbelts, Angel likely would’ve met his second death ages ago. “There’s alcohol in the back.” You informed him, making him light up with joy. He reached back, and sure enough, a fresh bottle of whiskey was sitting on the backseat waiting for him. “You’re the best…” Then you switched gears, and Angel knew it was time to brace himself.

🩷☁️N E R DY S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

A cliffhanger because I miss doing those LOL also this was getting kinda long. I’ll make a part 2 if requested 🫶🏻

Racer!reader, anyone? I’d love to make more racer!reader as Angel’s best friend tbh

ALSO. HELLO?? THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IMPLIED NSFW WOAHHH 😭 hope u guys don’t mind this kind of darker content!

[stargirlposts]

El Malo

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed that night looking at the moon through my window. Tony is a good man and he loves me and maybe I can love him, but I have doubts. Fuck. I’m such a bad person.

It's been six weeks since Oscar got out. I've been keeping myself busy by working at my sister’s beauty store and avoiding Oscar. And I’m doing a pretty good job at avoiding him, if I do say so myself. I was finally walking home after I finished helping my sister with her store when I spotted Jamal, Ruby, and Monse.

“Monse!” I shouted her name with a smile and sped up to greet them.

“Hey, when did you get back?”

“I just got back today, hey do you know why Ruby and Jamal aren’t talking to Cesar, he tells you everything cause these shitheads won’t tell me anything” She walked next to me to look at Jamal and Ruby with an eye roll. Just when I was going to answer, we heard someone blasting their music and when we turned to look, it was the familiar red impala coming down the street.

Ruby shook his head, “We can’t tell you what Cesar said.”

“Fine, then I’ll ask myself”

She walked on the street and stopped right in front of the Impala, forcing Oscar to stop the car.

“Hey, you crazy!”

I turned to Jamal and Ruby.

“What did Cesar say?” I asked. I was curious to know why Monse was so upset and why they weren’t talking to him.

“Cesar said he hit it” I gasped and turned to look at Monse leaned over talking to Oscar.

“Jamal!” Ruby yelled and Jamal quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He turned to me”, look just don’t tell Monse”

“I won’t, but you know the truth always comes out, I’ll talk to-“

“Hey Y/N! Get in the car, I’ll take you home”

I turned to look at Oscar and crossed my arms.

“No, I’m perfectly fine with walking.”

Cesar turned to look at me with desperation in his eyes. I sighed and bid my goodbyes as I got in next to Cesar.

Oscar drove me to his house and asked me to stay for a while. But I declined and told him I was gonna pass to the bathroom and get some of my stuff, although I left out the second part. I was only gone for six weeks and the house is already a mess. Ugh, men. By the time I walked out, I saw Cesar sitting on the couch and Oscar sitting behind him on a crate, with Monse standing in front of him.

“We can go inside-“ Oscar cut him off by clearing his throat “, But uh if you wanna sit on my face, you gotta put that mouth on pause so I can concentrate”

All of the Santos laughed and he fist bumped Oscar. Poor Monse had the look of humiliation on her face.

“What the fuck? You put him up to this didn’t you!”

“Hey,” Oscar stood up and tried to get in my face “,don’t start shit.”

“Fuck you Oscar”

I was beyond pissed. How dare he try to intimidate me in front of his puto friends. I wanted to release some steam by hanging out with my friends but they were on the clock so that was a no and my mom went to visit family in Mexico, so I’m in a house all by myself . You must be wondering what happened to Tony. Let’s just say he could see I wasn’t Interested and he wasn’t mad. He told me he loved me and he’d be willing to wait for me when I realize Oscar ain’t shit.

I was watching tv in the living room when I heard movement in my room. I could feel my heart start racing. I sped tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I stood beside my closed bedroom door and waited for whoever was in there to come out. My heart sped as the door opened and I put the knife against the throat of the perpetrator. Only it wasn’t, it was Oscar. I let out a sigh of relief.

“What the fuck Oscar? You could’ve knocked on the door”

I walked to the kitchen with him following behind me and put the knife away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to talk.”

“ I don’t have anything to say to you’’

“Haven’t seen you with that guy”

“What’s it to you?” I asked as I leaned on the kitchen counter. I watched as he stepped closer to me.

“I failed you a thousand times, yet you’re still mine”

He walked closer so our chests were touching, he held my chin up gently forcing me to look up at him.

“He seemed sincere unlike my flaws, but I’m the bad guy you don’t stop loving. You’re like Cinderella and he’s the pitiful fool and even though I’m not Prince Charming, I’m still the love of your life”

My eyes started to water and I tried to look down but he wouldn’t let me.

“Oscar- please”

“I love you, Y/N”

I felt a tear run down my face and Oscar leaned his forehead against mine touching my nose with his.

[charliehoennam]

Jarhead

Chapter 1 - The Set Up

A/N: this is a little series based on Jake Gyllenhaal's character Anthony Swofford in the movie Jarhead. Jake is just too cute in the movie to ignore and I just wanna give him a happy ending with lots of angst on the way there. Shoutout to @juniebugg for the idea!

Pairing: Anthony Swofford x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of bad break-ups, flirtation, language, no smut....yet

Word count: 3,185

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!

You walked into the salon, greeting your lady co-workers as you strutted to your station. Doing hair was definitely not putting your degree in practice, but it got your bills paid. And you found it rather pleasing helping other regain their confidence. The salon belonged to your aunt and you had worked there since high school. It helped get you through high school and college, though it wasn’t quite enough to keep you from applying for student loans.

Despite not being in your area, you liked the salon. You liked the people you met, the elderly regulars that stopped by once a week for a perm or a manicure, the neighborhood gossip that they were always eager to share, the co-workers that always had your back.

One of them was Maria. She was a beautiful woman with long dark hair and tan skin that made even gold envious. She was admirable in so many ways. With her husband, Juan, away on deployment, she was quickly thrust into the role of a single parent to their 3-year-old son. She never complained about it. She might have complained about Juan and his habits, but never that he had to be away. In some ways, she was very thankful. The Marines had provided many benefits for them to compensate for his absence like providing stable housing, health-care and education for their family. Granted there were flaws in the system and his absence was at times unbearable, she understood and supported his decision to enlist. Aside from being a great wife and mother, she was also your great friend.

“Buenos, chica” she smiled hugging you. “How was your date last night?”

“Total dud. Just didn’t really click, you know?”

“Yeah, I know why too. You still hung up on that fool.”

“I’m not hung up on anyone.”

“Yes, you are. That puto lost the best thing that ever happened to him, but you know what? Good for you. You’re better without him and you deserve better than his broke ass.”

“Can we please not talk about him?” You sighed, eager to leave your ex in the past.

“As you wish, chica. Besides, I got someone I want you to meet.” She smirked widely prepping her hair brushes and combs to make sure they’re clean for a new day.

“He cute?”

“Don’t tell Juan, but he is fine, chica. I love my man, but I know fine when I see it” she laughed nudging you with her elbow. “His name is Tony, he’s gonna be at the barbeque we’re having for this weekend for Daniel’s birthday. You’re coming, right? Danny’s gonna be so sad if you don’t.”

“I’ll be there, don’t worry” you chuckled as you reassured her. “I already got his present and everything. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You know how I adore that little man.”

And you really did. You often babysat him when Juan was on leave and needed some alone time with his wife.

“Good, because I already told Tony I’ll be introducing you to him.”

“Are you serious? You know how I feel about that, Mari.”

“Girl, don’t worry. I showed him a picture and he’s interested. I think you guys are a great match and Juan agrees.”

“Juan agrees with everything you say, he’s your husband” you laughed.

“Well, just come out and meet him. You don’t have to do anything and if you’re not interested, I’ll forget it. But trust me, you’re gonna wanna meet him” she chuckled with a smirk.

"Fine. I'll meet him, but I'm not promising anything."

From everything she described about Tony, you couldn't deny the butterflies forming in your stomach as the days went by. As the hours crept closer, they quickly began to swarm in your belly and you couldn't remember the last time you felt this way.

You decided to look extra nice that day. It was more than just a casual birthday party, but you also didn't want to go over the top. Settling on a new figure flattering skirt and cute top, you accessorized strategically with a cute necklace that hung just above your fairly modest cleavage. You weren't hoping to end up married by the end of the day, but Lord knows you needed some physical action.

The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived with your renowned dish of crispy and perfectly seasoned panko fried vegetables. Knowing they were a popular favorite among the adults, you'd made more than plenty in two large aluminum foil pans.

Walking into the backyard through the side gate, you immediately recognized the song playing from inside the house. Love Like This by Faith Evans was a personal favorite of Maria's and you had sung to that exactly CD mix in the car plenty of times driving home from your girls night out.

The kids were happily playing on the bounce house Juan had rented for the day. Some played in the pool, stopping only to find their parents for a drink of water. Most of the women were sat by the picnic table setting out the food, so you quickly made your way over to greet them. You knew everyone pretty well having been a family friend for years. Some were Maria's aunts and cousins. A few were your own co-workers and you greeted everyone, with a warm, bright smile and a gentle embrace.

Looking over at the grilling area that had been Juan's third pride and joy - second to the pool he had been finally able to afford and his very own family- you couldn't help but scan over the men gathered there. You couldn't make out what they were talking about, but you knew that Tony had to be one of them. Your heart raced at the thought.

Your eyes landed on a tall man stood beside Juan, helping him man the grill. His hair was short as if he'd been growing it out after a buzz cut. His features strongly resembled Maria's description. His smile stretched from ear to ear as he patted Juan on his shoulder, possibly complimenting him on something. You couldn't tell what he said; the distance and music didn't quite favor that. His long thick eyebrows intensified the bright blue orbs that shone even from a distance and sent goosebumps down your arms the second he caught you staring.

You blushed and quickly looked back down at your dish as you removed the aluminum foil to reveal the fried tasty side dish, secretly praying he hadn't noticed. But unknowingly to you, he had.

Just as you knew who he was, he knew exactly who you were as well. Juan told him all about you the day after he'd agreed with Maria to hook you two up. And Tony couldn't be more thankful. He was starstruck the minute he saw you arrived. Juan nodded at you with a smirk as he laid another steak on the grill.

"That's her, man. What do you think huh?"

"I think she's fucking beautiful, that's what I think" he chuckled excitedly as he patted his friend’s shoulder.  "What’s her name again?” he joked.

"Dude, I know your brain is small and can only process shit at a slow pace, but please don't fuck up her name" Juan joked.

"I got it covered, man. Relax. Y/N will be in good hands soon enough" Tony chuckles back at him.

After sharing a couple smiles and glances, you decided to make the first move and walked over to grilling area as the guys began served the perfectly charred meats.

"Think you fellas could spare me a steak?" You smirked glancing between them.

"You can have your pick, sweetheart" Tony smiled back. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Tony" he stated holding his hand out.

"Pleasure to meet you. If you're Tony, then I guess we hardly need an introduction. Maria's told me a bit about you already" you smirked shaking his hand.

"Has she?" You nodded with a smirk.

"Good things though. She said you're a real gentleman."

"I try to be, at least" he smiled.

Seeing him up close now, you couldn't help but take in all his details. His long brown eyelashes only embellished his blue doe eyes. Small brown freckles adorned his skin. His beard was grown out just enough to notice he had nice potential of beautifully growing it out to its full extent, but not long enough to hide the skin, dimples and freckles underneath it. He was a sight for sore eyes.

The attraction between you and Tony was undeniable. You invited him to sit with you at one of the fold-out tables to eat. The conversation flowed naturally as you savored your meal and watched the children play while the hours passed.  It might have been due to the fact that you had a bit in common like similar musical taste or interest in movies and books.

Not everything was in mutual interest and Tony liked that you were willing to debate and defend your beliefs. He admired that about you, that you stuck to your guns. He also liked that you didn't shy away from teasing and joking. It had felt like you'd known each other for years before. Like two old friends reunited after years apart, almost as if time had no effect. Tony had craved for that: the instant connection and not only attraction. He'd met plenty of girls before, but it had been a while since he felt a connection with someone. Due to the way his last relationship with his ex, Kristina, had ended, Tony hadn’t allowed himself to get too comfortable with girls. He had his flings and they stayed just that: flings with no emotional attachment. Until now. Until he met you. And his favorite thing about meeting you? How easily you made him forget about the world surrounding you both.

You two seemed to be inseparable the whole day until Daniel raced over to you, excitedly asking about the present you had promised. It was only then that you realized you forgot it in the car.

You made your way to the gate and left the backyard to walk out to your car. It had barely shut behind you when you heard it open back up. Turning around, you found Tony stepping out.

"Tony." You smiled curiously. "You forget something too?"

"Uh, no. Not exactly."

His lips curled into a smirk as he tenderly cradled the side of your neck. Guiding your lips to his, he pressed a sweet kiss. You could feel him smile into it as he relished the wet warmth of your lips slowly melting into his.

"I'm sorry. I probably should've asked first, but I've been dying to do that all day."

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you beamed up at him.

"N-no, don't apologize." You stuttered, still stunned at the very pleasant surprise. "I'm definitely not sorry about it at all."

"Neither am I really." He smirked and returned to the backyard with the widest grin on his face.

Juan was quick to notice the smile and seemed to read Tony’s mind when he walked back to continue his help, slicing and distributing the steaks, sausages and chicken wings.

“Oh, you went for it, didn’t you? Cabron! I knew you would. You’re a dog” Juan laughed, nudging his friend.

Soon after everyone had had a couple slices of the delicious chocolate cake, the party had come to its end and you offered to stay and help the small family clean up. Tony stuck around as well since you promised him a ride home, but he was more than quick to help out. So, you got ahold of a large garbage bag and went around the backyard, collecting the disposal plates, cups and forks that some guests had forgotten to throw out. Tony was further down the yard, helping Juan scrub the grill down.

Daniel sat up on the porch, opening his brand-new presents. You smiled as you watched his excited reaction to the new water gun you'd gotten him. It was more like a rifle and the size of it made the little boy even more eager to try it out. You were quick to offer to help him fill it up. Once it was full, his little legs quickly ran across the yard toward Tony and his father. His first victim was Juan. Tony was right after.

"Oh, no! Man down! Man down!" Tony exclaimed, holding the wet spot on his chest as he fell to one knee.

"Please, Danny. I thought we were friends. I let you have a cupcake before the cake." His voice was strained as if in pain.

You had to admit, Tony was a pretty good actor. The way he fell to his side when Daniel sprayed him again was pretty realistic. He played dead until Daniel was close enough. Suddenly shooting up, he grabbed the child careful enough to not hurt him and wrapped his arms around him. Daniel's laughs filled the air as he dropped the toy gun.

"Get his weapon, Cortez!"

Juan smirked and quickly picked it up to spray his son.

You chuckled as you watched the wholesome scene. Tony clearly had a way with kids due to his playful nature. It made you wonder if he would be the same with his own kids. It made you think about having your own kids and you wondered if that could happen with Tony, but it was far too early to even think about that.

"So, what do you think, chica?" Maria asked coming into the kitchen and snapping you out of your daze.

"Huh? Oh, sorry" you chuckled blushing. "About?"

"About Tony, duh!"

"He's uh definitely cuter than you described." You smirked, replying in the most modest way possible.

"I told you he was fine" she laughed. "You know he likes you too?"

"Does he?" You smiled thinking about the kiss.

"Yeah, but I think you knew that already."

Damn right, you did.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Maria handed you a couple of containers full of leftover food and cake. She'd always separate some for you to take home after get-togethers. It was her way of thanking you for all the help you gave them when they needed it.

“You sure you don’t mind that I’m kinda wet?” Tony asked slightly worried that he’d ruin your passenger seat as he fidgeted with the containers in his lap as you drove to his home.

“Don’t worry. This car has seen a lot worse” you chuckled. It wasn’t the fanciest car, but it served enough to get you from point A to point B.

“You got a pretty nice way with kids. You got any of your own?”

You wanted to be as subtle as possible about your curiosity in his past relationships and his opinion on having kids.

“I don’t, no. But who knows one day? I do have a sister though. Rini… She’s younger than me. Guess that’s how I got my way with ‘em.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I didn’t know you had a sister. She nice?”

“She’s great. Real sweetheart. I love her to death.”

“I take you’re very close?”

“Yeah. We try to be, at least. My folks aren’t exactly the Brady Bunch, so we try to be there for each other.”

The way he didn’t delve into too many details made you think it might have been a sensitive subject to touch on, at least for a first date. Despite being curious about his family history, you simply nodded and glanced at him with a smile.

“Family can be tough. Wouldn’t be family if they weren’t” you chuckled.

To diffuse the hidden discomfort, you reached out and turned on the radio. Skimming through the channels, he grinned when he caught the sound of one of his favorites, Hip Hop Hooray by Naughty By Nature.

“N-no, no, leave it there. This is a great song, one of my favorites.”

He quickly jumped into the middle of the first verse, rapping along to the song perfectly knowing every lyric by heart. You smiled widely listening to him before joining him in the chorus, waving a hand side to side to the beat of the song. He was surprised when you joined in on the second verse, proving you knew just as much as he did.

You sang along together the rest of the way. If there had been a worry in mind, neither of you could think about them now. It was a perfect ending the day you had. Neither of you wanted it to end just yet.

Pulling to the front of his humble townhouse, you parked and shut the car off.

“You know somethin’?” He started as he leaned back against the headrest, rolling his head over to gaze at you longingly. “I had a really great day, thanks to you. I was nervous when Juan said you’d be there today. I didn’t really know what to expect. But I’m really glad I met you.”

You smiled as you unconsciously mimicked his movement and leaned back into your seat.

“Don’t sweat it. I was nervous as shit too” you chuckled. “But I have no regrets. I had a great time too.”

“It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want it to.”

“You trying to say something, Tony?” you smirked.

“Maybe. I’m just saying” he shrugged with a sly smile. “Maybe you could come in and I dunno. Maybe have some wine with me.”

“I’m driving tonight though.”

“You could sleep it off at my place. Drive home in the morning.”

You wanted to say yes. You wanted nothing more than to mount him like a horse and ride him all night. You were eager to get laid at first. You hadn’t expected to really like Tony. The fear of coming off desperate must have been radiating off of you. You could’ve sworn he was reading your mind when he reached over to hold your hand as you began nervously picking at your nails.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I really mean that, sweetheart” he said with a soft comforting tone, looking down at your hands aa he thought about how perfectly they would fit together with his. “I just really like talking to you. And it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to just talk, you know? You can crash on the couch if you want. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

His concern for your sense of security was genuine. He wasn’t going to come onto you if you don’t want him to. It was everything you needed to hear to silence the doubt in your head.

“Yeah” you smiled from ear to ear. “I’d love some wine. And just you know, you don’t have to keep your hands to yourself.”

[latin5mamii]

Win or not, who cares? - Carlos Alcaraz

|Warnings: just sadness

|Summary: After a bad match, it's your job to make your boy feel like he's worth it.

It was a long time since your boyfriend lost in a match, and you were speechless when you found out that he had lost, probably because he never loses, and this feels weird to you.Not saying that you don’t love him or you’re not proud, but you were actually worried about his reaction; not only he had lost a match, but from Monday, he would have been third in the world, and not the second.

You knew that Carlos was really competitive and cared so much about his matches,especially on his number in the world ranking. You didn’t call him right after the match,you wanted to leave him alone for some time,he would’ve come to your hotel room when he was ready to talk. Finally a few hours later, you hear your door open while you were laying on the bed: a sense of anxiety fills your body,and you don’t even know why. He wasn’t the kind of man who would treat you badly,but he was angry with himself,and you can feel it from the door slamming.

“¿Estás bien?” (Are you okay?) You can see him as he’s on the verge of crying.But you know he’ll do everything to not cry, even if you always told him that he could be himself with you, of course.

“Joder, debería haber jugado mejor, debería haber sido mejor y no lo hice”

(Fuck it, I should have played better, I should have been better and I didn't.)

He sits on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor,shaking his head constantly like he’s denying everything.

"Está bien, no es que tengas que ganar siempre, es decir, acabas de ganar Roland Garros y has jugado muy bien"

(It's fine, it's not that you have always to win, i mean, you just won Roland Garros and you've played great)

"Es fácil para ti decirlo" (It’s easy for you to say)

“Perdí con alguien a quien fácilmente podría haber ganado. ¿Qué pasa si aparece en Wimbledon? ¿Entonces voy a perder mi título ante este hombre que es el número 31 del puto mundo?”

(I lost to someone who I could have easily won. What happens if he appears at Wimbledon? So I'm going to lose my title to this man who is number 31 in the fucking world?)

“Sólo estoy tratando de consolarte”

(I'm just trying to comfort you)

"Lo sé, pero no creo que sepas lo que estoy sintiendo en este momento. ¿Sabes cuánto tiempo no perdí contra alguien? Fui imbatible y me pregunto qué va a decir España de mí, ¿qué vas a pensar de mí?”

(I know,but I don't think you know what I'm feeling right now. Do you know how much time I didn't lose against someone?I was unbeatable, and I wonder what Spain is going to say about me, what are you going to think about me?)

“No son tus partidos ni tu ranking mundial los que te definen como persona, te quiero por cómo eres, no por tu tenis.”

(It's not your matches or your world ranking that define you as a person,I love you for the way you are, not because of your tennis.)

He doesn’t reply to your words. Is he not convinced of what you’re saying? He probably still thinks of himself as a loser. These are the moments when you realize that he is a baby.

"No estés triste por favor" (Don’t be sad please)

You say hugging him from behind, kissing him several times between his jaw and his neck, but not in a sexual way, more in a comforting way

“No estoy triste, solo estoy decepcionado de mi mismo”

(I’m not sad, i’m just disappointed in myself)

“No estés decepcionado entonces”

(Don’t be disappointed then.)

He lets his head fall back, resting it on your shoulder.

“Gracias por tratar de ayudarle”

(Thank you for trying to help me)

You calm down and realize that he did too, hoping he will not be so severe on himself.You love him and you support him, no matter how the match goes, no matter how people think about him:this is what love is.

[romihearts]

fellow filo spotted.

HEAR ME OUT... Malleus x Filipino!GN!Reader and they are just exchanging things about their languages and cultures !! Very heavy fluff (+is it possible if its pre relationship)

talk that talk ! ┊ft. malleus draconia

synopsis. with every second of your voice that he hears, he falls more and more into your love.

content. gn reader, intended lowercase, there are some parts which are filipino but i'll provide a translation

her notes. HAIAIAI omg filipino twstie also this will mostly focus more on the reader because i dont really know much about the languages malleus speaks so 😓😓 also ill be talking more abt christmas traditon here ?

your lulling voice could be heard around his room as you rambled away with the various traditions of your culture, especially during christmas.

"..oh and we have this thing called simbang gabi where you go to church every night for nine dayes before christmas! and they say if you complete all nine nights you get to make a wish!"

hearing that, malleus thought to himself, if he did that would his wish of making you his come true?

unbeknownst to you, malleus has been pining after you for quite a long while. maybe it's the way you continue to spend time with him or maybe it's the way he adores your hard work but nevertheless he simply is enamoured by you.

seeing you talk about your culture makes him fall even deeper. hearing you just talk about anything makes him feel calm.

"then during those nights they sell these treats called puto bumbong and bibingka around the churches and they're so good!" malleus answered back with an intrigued 'really?' wanting to hear more.

"oh, oh, and we also have this decoration called parol! it's really enchanting to see, they're stars hung around." malleus continued to nod his head, enjoying the time with you.

"well, how about your language?" he questioned.

"i mean, filipino is our national language." you answered while malleus urged more questions, like asking to know some phrases.

"phrases? the most common one i can think of is, mahal kita which means i love you. and you use kamusta as a greeting."

that one phrase, with two words repeated in his head. mahal kita.

he wants to say it to you soon, to confess would be his wish.

[allzelemonz]

Hate Feels Good: Javier Escuella X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Implied masculinity Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Hate sex, rough sex, anal fingering, anal sex, marking, bite marks, kissing, insults, bottom Javier and top Reader Summary: After a job gone wrong you’re stuck in a cabin with the member of the gang you happen to despise the most, Javier Escuella.

In retrospect, it was a terrible idea to listen to Uncle. The man and his terminal lumbago got a tip, slinked away to let everyone else risk their necks, and now you’re stuck hiding from the law until the heat dies down. Might not be so bad if everyone stayed together, but Charles and Arthur were on the other side of the tracks and there was no time to get the horses over. So you’re trapped with Javier and the nagging field of hatred that envelopes both of you.

You’re not entirely sure where it comes from and you don’t really have the energy to care. Javier is annoying, a bully at best. He might play the guitar with a pretty voice but that doesn’t earn him praise. Most days, you avoid him, but it’s not most days.

“Third patrol I’ve seen go by.” He says, peeking out of the window. “Might be here ‘til morning.”

You sigh, your head leaning back against the wall as you sit by the door. He looks at you, giving a dismissive expression before he walks back to the small bed and falls into it. You look up at the ceiling, mind playing through the robbery. You and Charles took the cargo cars, Javier and Arthur took the passengers. Everything was fine until…

“Who shot first back there?” You ask, looking at Javier. “Didn’t see any law until a few minutes after the first shot.”

Javier doesn’t move as he speaks. “There was a deputy, I shot him.”

“Couldn’t have used those knives you like so much, kept it quiet?”

“You trying to blame me?” He asks, sitting up.

You shrug. “Law wouldn’t have heard us if you were a little quieter.”

“You wanna start something, puto?”

“Shut up, Escuella.”

He stands. “Why don’t you make me?”

“Fuck off.” You sigh, your head falling back against the wall again.

You don’t hear his footsteps as he nears, but the knife on your throat and his fist balling into your shirt makes you more than aware that he’s kneeled down to your level. This isn’t the first time, but Dutch is usually around to break you up.

“You’re always starting something with me, cabrón.” He presses his blade into your skin enough to sting. “Maybe I will use the knife. Keep it quiet so no one knows, say you got shot by the law.”

You stare at him, halfway scared he may actually slit your throat. “Watch your temper, Escuella.”

“Watch your mouth, asshole.”

For a moment, your eyes are locked as you glare at each other and for a split second you feel a trickle go down your neck but before you can register much of it, Javier surges forward and forces his lips to yours. You still, unable to register a man you hate kissing you, and it gives him the opportunity to remove his knife and replace it with his hand. He grips your throat, squeezing as he guides you to the floor with his lips not leaving yours for more than a second. You begin to oblige him, kissing back against his soft lips and easily opening your legs for him to settle between.

“Only thing you’re gonna be saying is my name, puto.” He mutters against your lips.

You hate that you can’t hold back the gasp as his hips grind into yours, feeling his dick through his pants as it brushes yours. It makes him smile before he pushes his tongue past your teeth. For a moment you think about biting down on it, but you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing for a second, instead you settle for digging your nails through his shirt as you grip hard at his waist and pull him against you more.

His hand leaves your throat and he starts at your shirt, fumbling for buttons until he can press his hands against your chest. They wander over your pecs, squeezing lightly all around until he trails down to your pants. You get a moment to focus as he moves to kiss your neck, it ends up being more biting than kissing. Your fingers fly over the buttons of his vest, eager to see his thin frame without clothes in the way. He helps you, sitting up to pull off his vest and shirt while his hips move down against you.

“You feel bigger than I thought you’d be.” He mutters as he presses down against you and grinds back and forth.

“Shit, Escuella.” You breathe, your head falling back as your dick rubs against the hard fabric of your pants.

You look up in time to see him toss his shirt away, his thin shoulders moving as he does and making you thrust up idly. He covers you again, adjusting this time so he’s sitting on your waist, his ass now grinding against you as he hunches to meet your lips again. Your teeth clash a bit before he lets you explore his mouth this time and your hands move to his hair to tug out the ponytail so you can pull at it. He groans when you do, digging himself back against your clothed dick.

It seems you have both forgotten why you started this in the first place.

Javier sits up again, fumbling with his pants as you move to do the same. He pulls his off entirely, leaving him bare above you, but he stops you from removing yours. Instead, he settles back down and presses his fingers to your mouth as he returns to biting at your neck. You take them slowly, coating them in spit and groaning around them when Javier starts to bite at your chest instead. After a particularly harsh bite to your collarbone, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you watch with great interest as he moves them behind himself.

And he whimpers when he pushes his own fingers inside of his hole.

Your mouth falls open at the sight. His back arches, his free hand resting on your stomach for support as he fucks himself open on top of you. You can’t decide where to look because everywhere is a damn sight. His face is scrunched in focus as little noises escape his lips, but his hand digs at the skin of your stomach and it looks so damn good that you want to see it around your dick, but the movements of his hips are what you settle on. He makes little ruts as his hand does most of the work to fuck himself open for you, but the little twitches are enough to keep you invested. His dick bounces slightly as he moves, slapping up against his stomach lightly with each little jut of his hips. Maybe you’d get to see the real show some other time. The thought of Javier spread out in front of you, his legs open so you can see his hole stretch as his fingers do their work, it makes your breath hitch.

“Like what you see, puto?” He breathes.

Your eyes move back up to his face and you meet his eyes. Even if you didn’t think you were about to fuck him, the fact that Javier is staring down at you while he fucks himself on his fingers is enough to make you happy with the night. But you still hate the bastard, even if he looks pretty in the low light as he bounces.

“I’ve seen better.” You mutter the lie, making sure your voice doesn’t betray you.

Javier leans down, draping himself over you and connecting your lips in a harsh kiss again. He doesn’t stop fucking himself, his hips still moving with his hand and making his dick drag along your stomach. You press your hands harshly onto his ass and pull enough to spread his cheeks apart, making him whine. His arm brushes against yours as he picks up his pace and his lips move to your ear.

“Come on, puto, fuck me.” He whispers, his voice too high a pitch to resist.

You bend your leg, pushing to give yourself the momentum to roughly flip Javier onto the floor. His hand leaves his hole as he catches himself and he rolls onto his stomach, not resisting as you climb behind him. Your hands grip his hips and he arches his back automatically like some whore. For a moment you just look down at his fucked open hole, his cheeks hiding most of it. You move your hands to spread them again so you can look properly. And damn, Javier looks so open and fucked with a bit of wet spit around his rim that you can’t help it when your hand fumbles for your pants.

You’re lined up in a matter of seconds and pushing inside. You watch every inch disappear inside of the man beneath you, slowly pulling his hips back into you and making him do the work. Javier moans shamelessly, not hiding a hint of the whorish sound. He props himself up on his elbows and presses back until you’re fully settled inside of him. If it was anyone else, you’d let them adjust, but after all the teasing and your underlying sick desire to hurt him a little, you start fucking him right away.

Javier has to dig his arms and level his shoulders to keep himself up. You snap your hips into him, your balls slapping against him and jostling in a way that feels so damn good when paired with Javier’s tight heat. Your nails dig into his hips more with every thrust and you speed up with every whimper and moan Javier lets out. His arms give out after a while and he slumps onto the hard floor, his hips only held up by you as you continue to drive into him. You don’t stop him when he reaches under himself and starts pumping, you just watch the obscene motion of his arm in tandem with your dick disappearing into him.

He releases first, his voice high as he whines something out in Spanish. His arm slows gradually and he focuses on rocking back into you, seemingly unbothered by any kind of overstimulation. You lean into him a bit for your last few thrusts, pushing him down against the floor so you can bury yourself in deep as you cum. You give idle, tiny thrusts as you’ve both settled flat and you kiss his shoulder mindlessly.

Javier’s breathing is heavy as he groans. “Fuck you, puto.”

It sounds half hearted and you only suck on his neck in response. He doesn’t do anything to stop it, letting his body stay limp underneath you. You hum against his skin and nuzzle your nose slightly into his back, not fully wanting to leave his warmth no matter how much you despise the bastard.

[didishawn]

Hiii Can I make a request? I love your stories, and I was wondering if you could do one with pedri. It would be smut, like you have a toy inside of you which he's controlling and you two are buying in a supermarket or in your parent's house or his parent's house. And he is teasing you, also if you can do that they will end up doing it.

Control over you (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: use of vibrator in public, Pedri being a lovable bitch, smut, mentions of Pedri's injury, fucking on the car, lots of Spanish

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You are starting to think that with his injury, your boyfriend is having too much time to think about dumb stuff to do.

That's at least the explanation you give yourself when he convinces you of going out with your brand new vibrator inside of you, neither you or him knowing exactly how to control it, but about to learn.

Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend learns way too fast and is now having the time of his life while on dinner with his parents.

"¿Estás bien, y/n?" his mother asks you, Rosy adores you and always has an eye out to check on you "Estás un poco roja, ¿no te estarás enfermando?" (are you ok, y/n? You are looking a bit red, are you coming down with something?)

To be honest, you are a bit out of your mind with the strong vibrations inside of you, Pedri being the little shit he is increasing the intensity as you are about to speak, making you bite down on your lip, then answer "Sisi, solo un poco acalorada" (yes yes, only a bit warm)

Everyone but Pedri gives you a strange look, yet none say anything, your boyfriend leans down next to your ear, his big hand resting on your thigh to tease you even more "Hace diez grados amor, te podrías haber buscado una excusa mejor" (it's ten degrees, love, you surely could have come up with a better excuse)

You glare at him, about to reprimand him when once more the intensity increases, making you bit back a moan once more, trembling a bit as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.

"No me digas que mi niña bonita ya se va a correr" he places a kiss on your cheek when no one is watching "¿Te vas a venir aquí delante de mis padres? ¿Vas a dejar que vean que no eres para nada como se piensan? Solo una puta deseando que la folle" (don't tell me my pretty girl is about to cum. Are you going to cum here in front of my parents? Gonna let them see you are nothing like they think you are? Just a whore begging me to fuck her)

There are low whines escaping your mouth as your whisper "Pepi, por favor, vayamonos a casa, no quiero correrme aquí, quiero hacerlo con tu polla dentro mio" (Pepi, please, let's go home, I don't want to cum here, I want to do it with my cock inside of me)

Your boyfriend thinks about it for a minute, still his thumb moving up and down on his phone screen to tease you with the levels of pleasure. He finally stands up, taking your hand into his as his parents and brother watch you "Mejor nos vamos a casa, que y/n en verdad se siente un poco enferma" (we better go home, y/n is feeling a bit sick)

Worry for you takes over everyone's faces, specially Pedri's mother who stands up to check on you.

"Nos vamos todos si queréis" she says, being in Barcelona everyone is staying back on your house. (we can all go if you want)

Pedri shakes his head "Que va que va, seguid con el plan, el cine y tal. Ya nos veremos luego" he hands his mother the money for everyone's dinner plus the movies and drags you out of the restaurant. (nono, you follow the plan, cinema and the rest. We will see each other later)

Pedri has one hand on the steering wheel, the other has his fingers thrusting roughly inside of you as you play with your clit. He tries his best to keep his eyes focused as you fuck yourself on the passenger seat.

There is no music on the car, only the sweet sounds of your unrestrained moans over the sound of Pedri's teasing.

"¿Disfrutas de mis dedos follandote, amor? Te vas a venir aquí con ellos dentro tuyo. Sigue tocandote, te pones tan puto apretada" (are you enjoying my fingers fucking you, love? You are going to cum here with them inside of you. Keep on touching yourself, you become so fucking tight)

You whine, high pitched "Pedri, por favor, te necesito dentro ya, no puedo aguantar más" (Pedri, please, I need you inside now, I can't handle this anymore)

"Joder, cariño, no me lo pones nada fácil" (dammit darling you make this so difficult)

He keeps on complaining, all while parking the car on the side of the road, on a point that no one passing by will be able to see you. He pushes his seat back, hasty hands unbuckling his belt as he indicates you to undress too "Venga bonita, dejame verte entera" (come on, pretty, let me see all of you)

As soon as you are undresses, he throws your clothes on the back as your hands lift up his sweatshirt, you too want to see him whole, almost salivating at the sight of his thick cock standing tall against his stomach, tip red and precum coming out from it, looking ready as ever to reach extasis.

Pedri doesn't waste time, picking you up by your waist and placing you above him, your hole lining up with his cock, then dropping you into him, taking him whole, you letting a loud moan out at the feeling of being so full, trembling as you grab into his shoulders, neither you or him waisting time to move your hips.

He grinds into you, his lips attached to your neck and going lower to your breasts he is so obsessed with. You look down, head dropping back at the sight of his entirety all inside of you, his cock stained with both of your juices.

"Joder, amor, no voy a aguantar mucho" (dammit, love, I won't last much)

You are pleading, big, glossy eyes looking up into his "Da igual, vente dentro mio, necesito sentirte completamente" (doesn't matter, cum inside me, I need to feel all of you)

The sounds coming from Pedri's mouth are animalistic, primitive, pleasure has completely taken over his foggy mind, he is in complete control, hard thrusts one after the other, he moves you up and down as if you don't weight anything.

One particularly hard thrust does it for you walls tightening around him and squirting everywhere, he lets out the hottest moan you have ever heard as he fills you up to the brim. His head drops to your shoulder, he doesn't move from your insides.

Suddenly, his phone dings, and with half a mind he picks it up, surprised when he sees the message coming from his brother.

¿Donde estáis? Que hemos venido a casa directamente y no habéis llegado

Where are you? That we have come directly home and you are not here

You turn red at the next next

Por cierto, dile a y/n que tiene que mejorar su actuación. Dais puto asco haciendo eso en la comida

Also, tell y/n she has to improve her acting. You two are fucking disgusting doing that while we eat

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

IVORY GRANITE

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me. TW: Suggestive, Slight NSFW

Unlike the other binibinis that arrived, Maliksi tolerated your presence. Not that he sees you as someone special amongst the women who are there to be a potential surrogate for their kind, but rather your calm and composed attitude is refreshing to see. You did not mindlessly fawn over his brother, Makisig or any other Tamawo like a half-wit human who's a slave to their worldly desires. You just kept patient and let Makisig tend to the other ladies first- you are not in a rush afterall since time flows differently in Biringan City. You spent your first week roaming around, exploring, relaxing, and to Maliksi's amuzement- just enjoying being there. "Hey, not gonna throw a tantrum like the other gal earlier? My Kuya's comforting his... 5th binibini for today." Maliksi asked nonchalantly, a lollipop stuffed in his cheek as he plays video games in the living room, sulking since his older brother is too busy giving attention to the ladies instead of spending time with him. "Nope, I've been fully informed of everyone's set up here, thanks for asking though." You softly chuckled before taking note of how bored and irritated Maliksi looks. "Need a player 2?" He reluctantly throws one controller at you, which you were able to catch. "Tch. Make sure you don't suck or I'm taking that back." That single interaction was the start of an unlikely acquaintanceship between the two. Maliksi never liked humans, but this one- this small, soft, and friendly human is kinda tolerable to be around with, not that he will admit it. You were always easy to talk to, you were always soft and kind to him, despite him being not so friendly most of the time. You were able to sense if he's been having an extra difficult day, not getting angry when he's too snarky and sharp with his words. Of course those words don't just go unnoticed, it's still annoying to be honest. That is why he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide open the first time he heard you talk back to his sarcasm and rude remarks. "Say that again." Maliksi gritted his teeth. He was having a bad day after some binibini started acting up that his Kuya Makisig needed to cancel their video game night for the third time this week. He knows he's being rude to you but he's too prideful to take it back. "I said, you're a jerk for being all snarky and mean to me when I didn't do anything wrong to you!" You slightly raise your voice, brows furrowed in annoyance. You could've stopped there, but you were just mad at how unfair he is, using you as someone he can just talk down to whenever he's having a bad day. "This is why the other ladies mess with you purposely every chance they get! Your Kuya must've been tired of hearing them rant about your trashy attitude all day long. Maybe I should-" "Should what? Do the same as the others? Act like a goddamn brat?" Maliksi scoffed. "My Kuya doesn't do anything about brats...but I do." Maliksi coldly said, looking at you dead in the eye.

"Do what? Think I'm scared of you, Maliksi? I think you're all bark and no bite! Just a little spoiled brother waiting for his kuya to give him love and attention -" Before you knew it, Maliksi was already dragging you into his own room, bending you over his lap before lifting the hem of your dress up, slapping one of his hands on your behind, staining your skin red with his handprint. 

"Count." Maliksi said in a cold tone.You let out a soft yelp as his palms made contact with your backside once again.

"M- Maliksi." You softly whined, biting your lips from the slight pain. "Oh, not too happy to be disciplined, huh? I said f*cking count, brat!" he said as he gave you another slap. "Three.." You softly said, tears slowly forming in your eyes and you're not sure if it's from the sting from where his palms made contact on your behind, or from the humiliation of being disciplined like this. "I can't hear you, missy." "Four.." "Five.." He didn't stop until you were sobbing, saying your apologies for yelling at him in between sniffles.

"How many was that, Y/n?" He softly said, his tone gentle as he rubs his hand soothingly on your red stained skin. "T..Ten."

"That's right. Have you learned your lesson? You're not gonna give me attitude now, yes?" You slowly nodded.. "That's my y/n. Now be a good girl and let my fingers and tongue apologize for being rude to you earlier."