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lewsnumerounofan · 5 months

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dirty pt2 (theodore nott x reader)

summary: theo wants u back. that’s it.

notes: theo pov-ish, boy is grovelling, unedited, angst, mentions of smut

+ really wanna do a filthy smut oneshot of them as like a pt3 kinda what u think

+ part one

Theo couldn’t find you anywhere. It was like you’d disappeared off the face of the fucking planet and left him alone, sulking through the cold castle hallways.

Ever since the party—the party where he’d left you like the idiot he was—you’d been a ghost. Even after rumour spread that you’d broke up with your golden boy boyfriend, you’d stayed away.

In your place, all Theo had done was miss you. It was stupid. He was stupid—a right git Mattheo has said—for what he’d done. What he’d been doing, really. Months of hook ups had given him plenty of time to talk to you about his feelings, about the two of you. Instead he’d squandered all his chances on you, on feeling you, on the pretty sounds you made under him. It had been hard to resist.

Except now it meant that he’d let all his longing and jealousy boil over into one cruel, ill-timed statement.

Isn’t that what you have your boyfriend for, ama?

Yeah, brilliant move Theo.

He exhaled harshly, watching his breath on the cold winters air. Tugging his coat tighter he took another drag of his cigarette, idly thumbing over the lighter in his other hand.

Where could you be? You only shared one class, and lately you’d taken to skipping it. He’d checked the library, the courtyard, and just about every other fucking room in the school. Bloody nothing.

And then, as if carried to him on the lightly falling snow, and idea. A memory, really.

It’d been a few months ago, after a particularly tricky exam. He’d seen you leave class crying and hadn’t been able to stop himself from following.

To ease his own conscious he’d promised himself it was just so he could ask you for the notes on a previous days lecture (notes he had, as always, already stole from the Ravenclaw he sat behind). Not because his chest tugged at the sight of your teary eyes, and certainly not because he had been feeling the ever growing urge to lay into whoever—or whatever—had your pretty eyes all glassy.

So he’d trailed you through the castle, winding up and up and up until you’d emerged onto a secluded balcony. Shrouded with shrubs and small, intricate statues, the small patio looked over much of the castle and grounds; to the west the river rolled heavy and full.

You hadn’t even looked surprised to see him. Just let your arms fall across his shoulders as you’d hugged him tight.

He hadn’t gotten the notes that day. He’d just held you up there on the terrace until the sun went down, all the while carting his fingers through your hair and muttering that you’d be just fine.

The boy stamped out his cig, doing his best to shake off the memory. No use dwelling on it if you never even spoke to him again.

He cut curtly across the grounds, quickly winding his way through the stairwells and hallways. Paying no mind to Draco and Blaise who tried to wave him down by the great hall, Theo did his best to clamp down on the worry hounding him.

What if you weren’t there? Worse: what if you were? What if you wouldn’t talk to him, or if you did only to tell him that it’d all been a mistake? That leaving you there had been the final straw and you never wanted to see him again.

The boys face grew graver with each thought. His clear eyes clouded with anxiety and his brows tightened. Students in younger years hurried to clear a path as he strode through them. No one much wanted to be on the receiving end of Nott’s hexes.

Finally he arrived at the correct landing. This area of the castle was largely deserted. And besides, most people were already prepping for bed on their dorms.

But you’d had trouble sleeping since September. And it was a crescent moon tonight, your favourite. So you’d be here, despite the snow.

Theo wanted to laugh at himself for all theses stupid, mundane things he’d gathered about you. Every time he’d laid next to you after you’d fucked, every bit of tucked away conversation. He’d remembered.

Hidden in the shadows, he shook himself.

Get over yourself, Nott. Get over yourself, and get her back.

He gave himself no time to think before stepping onto the snowy balcony.

At first he didn’t see you, tucked up behind the thick white hedges. But against the heavy stone railing you perched, slender hands holding an unlit cigarette of your own.

You didn’t look surprised to see him. In fact, when your eyes met you seemed almost… expectant.

Theo settled beside you. His heart was running embarrassingly quickly at your snowy lashes, at your eyes—shining in the moonlight.

“Theo.”

It was even more embarrassing the effect your saying his name wreaked. Without fail it had his breath hitching. When he had you spread under him, when you sobbed his name and gripped his curls when he ate you out-

Theo tried hard not to let his cheeks go red.

You were staring out towards the moon reflecting off the water through the clouds.

“What are you doing here?”

He didn’t let his hand shake as he lit your cigarette either. When you finally locked eyes with him he said, “I wanted to apologize.”

He could tell the words gave you pause. Theodore Nott was most definitely not the type to apologize. Sulky, prideful and sarcastic, the boy typically wouldn’t be caught dead saying such things to anyone.

But you weren’t anyone, certainly not to Theo.

“I- I don’t know what I was thinking. Honestly. It was stupid to leave you at the party. All of it was stupid, how I treated you was wrong,” he said.

You’d never heard him speak so many words at once. And you’d never seen him look… nervous? The Theo before you was someone entirely new. His hands ran through his hair anxiously, and he bit at his lip harshly to keep any more rambling from spilling forth.

Keep it together, Theodore.

“What we were doing was wrong-“

“You mean the cheating? Or the whole bloody relationship, Nott?”

He wanted to curse himself. Perhaps if he’d spent a bit longer thinking about something intelligent to say and a little less about your eyes and your fucking smile he wouldn’t have to be facing your harsh scowl now.

Nothing was coming out how he needed it to, and Theo was painfully aware of your mounting temper. But he couldn’t blow this. Not if it meant what he feared; no more hallway glances, no more intimate touches, no more you.

“It wasn’t a relationship-“

“Brilliant Theodore, thanks for rubbing that it.”

“And that was the problem,” he said.

Frustration brought the two of you closer, until you stood, jabbing a finger into his chest. You had to crane your neck back to meet his gaze, dark and heavy in the moonlight.

“What?” you asked.

You mapped his sigh in the frosty air as Theo exhaled heavily. Steeling himself.

“It wasn’t a relationship. That was the problem. I treated you like a hook up for months and it wasn’t right.”

“But that’s what it was, Theodore. I had a boyfriend-“

He was shaking his head, taking your cold hands in his.

“Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. I had so much time to change that. To fight for you and what I knew I wanted. I was just too jealous and scared to do it.”

Your eyes were wide at his confession. Jealous, sure. But scared? Before you could question him Theo continued, words coming fast and desperate.

“I was terrified that if I did something—if I changed our relationship at all—I’d lose whatever part of you I got. Even if that was broom closet hookups and nothing more… I wouldn’t—I couldn’t lose that. And it took me until now to realize that you deserve better than that. You deserve everything.”

He took a deep breath, chest moving heavily.

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let you go without telling you that.”

Baby blue eyes on yours. Around you the snow fell in heavier swaths, blanketing Theo’s shoulders with the palest white. He looked like your own personal prince in shining armour.

“And can you give me that?” you asked, soft as the falling snow.

Words seemed to fail the boy in front of you.

“Everything?” you prompted.

“If… if you’d let me,” he said. Voice low but steady. Gaze on you, even while his hands shook.

You almost wanted to laugh at the whole beautiful scene. At the snow and the moonlight. At the grumpy boy who’d found you and talked to you in ways no one ever had before. At the absurdity of it all. At how his thumb traced over your knuckles like he was checking you were real.

“If I say yes, it means we fuck in real beds from now on. Okay?”

In disbelief Theo laughed. He pulled you closer. He let his forehead fall to yours. He thought, how did I get so fucking lucky.

“If you say yes we can fuck wherever you want.”

You wrapped your cold hands up in his curls. Kissed one rosy cheek, then the other. His birthmark.

“I have a condition too,” he murmured.

Barely pulling away enough to hum you let him take your face in his big hands.

“Don’t ever fucking call me Theodore again.”

You laughed as he kissed you, snowflakes melting on your lips.

taglist from pt1

@b00kdiary @peony-haze @hisparentsgallerryy @unclecrunkle @devotedlycrookeddonut

#theo nott fic #theo fic #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott smut #theodore nott smut #theodore nott #theodore nott fic #bigkeepup

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gh0stsp1d3r · 4 months

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Ooooo can I please request a wonka x reader where she’s part of the candy cartel but Willy teaches her that what she’s doing is wrong and they like fall in love

ooo, I like this, it’s different!!

𝒲𝓇ℴ𝓃𝑔

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Something felt wrong, you felt wrong. This “candy cartel” thing was getting out of hand. Why were they trying to kill some guy for just wanting to make chocolate?

As you took a piece of chocolate from the man, you looked into his eyes. He watched all of you carefully as you ate. You had a smile on your face and he smiled back. It was good, amazing.

“This is… ama-“ you started, not noticing the plan the others had. The strange man in the coat was smiling as he looked at you and listened.

“It’s terrible.” Slugworth interrupted, giving you a hard glare to which you ignored. Willys smile faltered and his eyebrows quirked, now looking at the man.

You frowned, looking at the other three. They were lying, this was better than any chocolate they could’ve imagined.

But you went along anyways, and you tried to defend him when coming up with plans.

“His chocolates good, I think that we should just.. let him sell.”

“Are you crazy? It’ll put all of us out of business. I mean, candy that makes people fly? It’s insane.”

He had a point, so you hesitantly agreed. A few days later, you somehow had run into the man himself.

“Ms. L/n.” He said in a shocked voice. You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Wonka.” You stopped in your steps, facing the man.

“Guess I never properly introduced myself. Willy Wonka, chocolatier.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

You shook his hand. “Y/n L/n. I think you already know who I am.” You said with a small laugh.

“I do indeed.”

There was an awkward silence for a little until you spoke again.

“I do like your chocolate, by the way. But… my colleagues are rather intense when it comes to competition.” You shrugged your shoulders, folding your arms as a breeze picked up.

Of course, the night you decided to go on a walk it was cold and you had lost your jacket,

“Well, I appreciate it,” he said with a beaming smile. “You know, I think you’re better than the rest of your colleagues.”

You laughed quietly and looked down at the girl that they were also going after. She looked back at you with a small frown.

“I tried to stop them.” You said quietly, looking back at him. His soft smile remained on his face despite your words.

“Why don’t you leave them then? If they don't listen to you, and they don't seem to respect you, you should leave the chocolate cartel."

You shrugged “I’ve never... thought about it.”

“Just a thought.” He spoke.

"I think I will. Thanks, Willy."

He smiled again and you smiled back. "What are you out here for?" He asked.

"Just on a walk."

"This late? It's cold."

"Yeah. I'm freezing, but" you laughed it off, and he moved his arms, shrugging off his coat.

"Oh- I can't. I'm fine-" you tried when he tried to hand it to you.

"It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded and you took it hesitantly, putting it on.

"Thank you." you said sincerely.

"Of course. Can I uh.. walk you home?" he asked, slight nervousness in his voice.

"I'd like that." you smiled and he looked back to Noodle, she raised an eyebrow.

"Think you can stall them for a bit longer?"

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pascals-doll · 1 month

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mini skirt

javíer peña x reader

ೀ ive been so focused on my series i missed writing for our man osrs !!

ೀ its spring break n with amount of parties ive got to attend, my ass will b going to write a fic duh!

ೀ description: porn with no plot literally, SMUT SMUT, this shit lowk filthy, reader is bent over the passenger seat 😶, public sex!, parked (?) car sex, oral sex (r receiving) exhibitionism, dom!javíer, mean!javíer, possesive af!javí, sub!reader, reader speaks slight spanish, reader is thristy for javi, JAVÍ TALKS YOU THRU IT/IN SPANISH 2 (😩🤧), lowk degradation in spanish aswell, multiple orgasms, slight overstim (r receiving), degradation ( r receiving), eating out from the back, spanking, doggystyle, hair pulling ( r receiving), choking ( r receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pequeña, neña, bebésita, amor/amorsita)

spanish key words for all my non-spanish speakers !

-pequeña/neña: term of endearment for someone smaller than/my girl, babygirl

-princesa/bebésita: my baby/princess

-dime/porque: tell me/why

- tan’ mojada/tan linda: so wet/ your so wet/such a sweet/so sweet

-lo que quieres/dios mio: my god/oh my god/what you want

-belleza/sucia: beauty/dirty/filthy

-amas/amor/(sita): you love/love/lover

-como te pongo/volverá pasar: how i get you/ever happen again/happened again

-eso/lo que pasará : a way of affirming or agreeing/what will happen again

in traditional way of celebrating the spring break, how else than going out with your girls to the club?

the winter was finally over as women traded their big coats and long-sleeves for skimpy tops and short skirts or shorts.

your beloved boyfriend knew you would be going out tonight, letting him know before he left for his federal attendees.

Javíer didn’t say much except to text him once you left the house, arrived at the party, and when to come pick you up.

Javí was a sweet, a gentle giant.

but he was also stern, it was a trait he had to deal with being apart of the job. it was in his nature to be overprotective.

his eyes told you something completely different along with his stance although he didn’t once tell you a negative thing for wanting to go out and have fun.

he had his hands on his hips, popping one out as his eyebrows tensed together and his tongue poked through his cheek. Javí’s eyes were mean and deep as he stared at you while you promised him to let him know the second anything were to happen before he got ready for work.

you were all dressed up by 9:00 pm as you now, waited on your friends to pick you up at any moment now.

you were wearing a green tube top, pairing it with a pink plaid mini skirt. you chose a cute silver chain belt as an accessory to go along with your silver blinged earrings.

your makeup was set onto your skin perfectly, bringing out the best features of your beauty. your hair was styled to your liking and you chose these cute bubblegum pink pumps to piece your outfit all together.

you picked up your phone, having a small photoshoot of your own before choosing the picture you thought was best and sending it to Javìer.

you were sat infront of the mirror, pulling a cute pose while trying to get you whole outfit in frame.

not even 3 minutes later, a ping rings through your phone.

⤷ que belleza neña go have ur fun for now

⤷ cus ur not gonna like it when i pick u up

your heart raced with lustful anticipation and excitement. you continued to tease him through message, sending another picture to him that showed how risque your pink mini-skirt was.

⤷ u are so done for pequeña

he wasn’t even here, yet you could feel his menacing presence and hear his strict tone in your head.

soon enough, you were getting a call from your friends; letting you know they were outside.

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you and your bestfriend danced along to the house music that played through the huge booming speakers of the wide-spaced club that was only illuminated by a combination of different color fading lights.

you had a few drinks already, loosing track of how long you’ve been dancing for before stepping away with your friends. you went back to your the corner couch you were seated at along with your friends.

you felt hazed out and tipsy as you uncapped your water bottle before taking a sip.

all your tipsy self could think about was Javí, it was 1 AM and you knew he was awake and on stand-by for you.

your vision was blurry because of the alcohol as you open his contact, dialing him on the phone. you hear the phone ring momentarily before connecting.

“everything good, princesa?”

“mmhmm, i misss you javí” you slurred out.

“how drunk are you, neña?” his tone was caring, making your overwhelmed tipsy body run a cold shiver through your spine.

“s’only tipsyy—amor?” you respond before calling out to him, more like whining out to him.

“dime pequeña” the way his voice sounded so caring, yet stern, made your body quiver and breath hitch.

the alcohol was definitely assisting your mind in fogging it with only one thought; Javíer.

“come pick me up—s’wanna go home to youu” you plead with a slight moan, the alcohol was definitely getting the best of you.

“i’ll be there in 15 minutes, get ready.”

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Javí was not an idiot, he could hear the neediness in your tone.

after being together for 5 years, Javí always knew the second his poor girl had one too many drinks and wanted to run home to her man.

which is how you always ended up with you stuffed so full of Javíer’s thick cock after a night out.

Javíer practically sped through the semi-empty midnight streets, definitely not driving the speed limit.

soon enough he was outside the club venue, sending you a message that he was outside. Javíer couldn’t find close parking, so he parked the car farther down the empty street.

you were inside, hugging your friend's goodbye, grabbing your purse before they walked you to the front of the club door.

you opened the door and there he was, the man you had been longing for the whole night. he was standing there under the streetlight with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

he had his light blue button up hugging his chest and muscular arms as it was tucked into his jeans, his belt holding his pants perfectly.

you took him in as you step towards him as he puffed on his cigarette while his eyes traveled down your body.

Javíer took in the way your tits were accentuated through your small green top, your skirt stopped just at your upper thigh as your entire legs were on display, and your pumps gave you a taller stance than your natural one.

you still were not enough to compare to his tall and built frame.

Javí steps closer once you were just a foot away from him, your face meeting his broad chest “real dolled up, huh?” he mutters under his breath, lifting two fingers to grasp your chin; making you look up at him.

you felt your voice caught in your throat as you felt your heat begin to pool into your panties. the breeze from the cold night air, lifting the blimps of your skin.

“c’mon pequeña, i parked the car a little down” Javí instinctively wraps his arm around your lower waist, his hand ghosting over your ass.

you didn’t realize how he was sizing up your skirt with his hand, seeing how close he was to that pretty pussy over your little skirt.

you both made your way down the dark street; the night sky being illuminated by the full moon that was bleeding bright tonight as you both walked past dim streetlights.

you pass a couple empty parked cars; the streets empty with no one in view.

you walked down with Javíer having a tight grasp on your waist made your mind run wild in a pure lustful frenzy.

you see Javí’s truck come into view, recognizing the big black vehicle from a few feet away.

“so did you have fun, princesa?” he begins to ask you about your night as the arm that was wrapped around you loosens. he took your purse from your arm before proceeding to unlock the door.

“was’good babyy, i danced a good bit with my friends after i finished my two drinkss” you slightly slurred out as your vision regained its focus but feeling the buzz still tingle up your body.

he opened the passenger door for you as he set your purse down inside the car.

all you heard from Javí was an almost inaudible hum from his lips as you go to step into the passenger seat…. or at least you tried.

Javíer immediately made your body fumble over into the passenger seat, bending over with one knee on the seat and your other foot down onto the pedestal below his truck, holding your balance.

“Ja-Javí?” you were slightly taken aback by the way he grabbed you, but you weren’t complaining as him manhandling you completely had your panties glued to your slit by your own arousal.

“i bet all the men in there enjoyed the little show you gave them” his tone was husky and cold as you felt his back against yours as his thick cool buckle brushed against the back of your exposed thighs.

“I-no—I wasn’t” you began to whine out, your ass squirming a little and bumping up against his belt buckle more.

“hm neña? I couldn’t hear you.” you felt his cold hands flip your skirt up, fondling and gripping the flesh as more midnight breeze pushed against your skin.

you were facing forward, only seeing the complete inside of his car and empty driver seat.

but you could completely feel Javíer behind you.

you looked back at him causing your body to arch down a bit more, completely exposing your seeped through panties. you’ve never felt so exposed before.

here you were, bent over Javí’s truck with your ass completely exposed for public display as the car door wasn’t shut at all.

the only coverage being the open car-door from the side; creating a makeshift shield from one angle as the other had a perfect view for anyone to see the way Javíer was going to fuck you.

“tan’ mojada pequeña, porque?”

you felt his hands run up and down your clothed slit, pushing the wet fabric against your pussy causing a temporary bubbly friction as you felt the pressure of his two fingers.

you let out a pathetic whimper as you lean yourself more forward, trying your hardest to focus on your balance.

“fuckin’ answer me when I'm talking to you!”

he ordered, his tone was harsh and guttural causing a chill to run up your body which was immediately followed by a jump as Javíer’s hand landed a dour smack onto the exposed flesh of your ass.

“you! s’all because of you!” you yelp out as you wiggle your ass excitingly.

“oh so, my slut does know how to speak” he mocked out, his tone pitying you.

“m’sorry Javí—no volverá pasar!” your voice velveted out as you pleaded, your legs quivering with each blow of nature’s breeze.

“mí neña tan linda, always wanting to go out in such slutty outfits.” he cooed out, his hands finding the slim lining of your underwear right under your skirt.

you felt so small and filthy like this, your body subconsciously growing timid under the oozing pleasure he was igniting inside you and out of you, right here at the corner of an empty street, in a parked car.

he pulled down your panties, watching through the natural gloomed out lighting how your panties sticked to your pussy with your juices leaking down you.

“look at that pretty pussy” he coos lewdly, causing you to whine out as takes his middle and ring finger to circle around your soaked pussyhole.

“been needing you, Javí baby” you began to babble as he made you grow more antsy in bliss.

“only you! need you—please-oh fuck!” your babbles were interrupted by your own shriek as you felt a warm wet feeling take over the one cold and exposed feeling of your pussy.

Javíer began to fuck you with his tongue, wasting no time in attaching his lips to your dripping pussy; how could he? when it was crying for him.

you tried to keep your balance by gripping onto the headrest of the passenger seat as you felt his tongue run a long swipe along your juiced folds “oh fuck Javí!” you were too fucking horny to care about your loud moans possibly ringing through the silent street-night.

not for a single second did Javí pull away from your pussy, giving her all his attention.

Javíer sucked on your clit, rolling his tongue around it and your slits as the only words that fell from your lips was his name.

“oh my—Javí! oh my fuck!” you couldn’t help but croak out your moans at the immense pleasure you were feeling.

the way he had you was bringing you pure rapture at the taboo thought of someone possibly watching you two in the midnight.

you could feel your stomach erupt as your orgasm bubbled through the delicious open-mouthed licks coming from his beautiful tongue.

you felt the small hairs of his mustache friction against your clit causing your ass to push back into his face more while you cried out in ecstasy. you felt yourself grow closer to your climax.

Javíer kept up with the volume of your moans and pathetic whines.

his pace never halting as his hands went to grip your hips to keep your ass bent over and pussy exposed as he eats you out like he hasn’t fucking eaten in decades.

you felt your orgasm begin to build up, you were sure your nails were digging into the plush of the passenger seat material, creating crescents into the fabric.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell agape in vicious delight. you felt your orgasm flow through your body as he licked each trickling bead from your leaking pussy.

you felt satisfaction warp through your body as you look back at Javí.

you could barely see him as the moon shined right behind his head like a make-shift crown, for the only man; only man you allowed to ever take you like this, like a whore.

Javíer had been palming his painful hard-on through his now, unzipped jeans; only the crotch of his boxers for display through his unbuckled belt.

you began to wriggle your ass even more, slightly backing it to brush up against his clothed cock. you felt the cool metal buckle against your flesh again, colliding with the feeling of another indecent smack to your plushy ass.

you were still looking back at him as you let out euphoric sob through fucked out eyes.

“dime lo que quieres, mi amor”

Javíer husked out, licking his lips before massaging the tingling flesh of your ass. his voice returned to a low octave, still carrying a stern, but no longer harsh demeanor.

“i need you to fuck me Javí!”

that was all he needed to hear to have him slipping his boxers low enough to pull out his thick erection, standing flavorful and tall.

Javíer pumped himself softly before aligning himself with your glistening entrance.

Javí squeezed your hips softly, bringing you closer to him as he sinks his cock into your gushy pussy.

the second you feel his cock glide into with ease like always, your pussy always managing to snug him perfectly into you as the stretch convulsed your pussy.

“y’always feel like fuckin’ heaven, bebésita” Javíer hissed out as the feeling of your balmy and pulsing pussy, taking him like you were made for him only.

“feels—feels so good amor! s’big!” you mewled out, your voice being fervent.

Javíer became the only thing you felt, engulfing your pussy and whole-being.

you felt him begin to slide in’n’out of you at a feverishly slow pace, making you feel every inch that smoothly drowned into each crevess of your insides.

just the feeling of Javí’s big thick cock had your breath caught in your chest, completely mind-bending as his soft slides turn into piquant thrusts in no time.

“mphm—díos mìo!” you cried out lecherously, you felt Javíer’s hand make its way up your semi-clothed back till it was entangled in your hair.

he doesn’t hesitate to pull on it, pulling your body up along the way and arching the position you were in more. you were sure your nails cut into the fabric of Javíer’s little truck.

Javíer’s savoring slow pace turned into pummeling thrusts. you could feel each bounce of your ass bounce off his hips as his hand tugged on your hair, inflaming a riveting pain in you.

his pace electrified with each little sob of his name that left your mouth, you could barely even speak as you tried to swallow back the drool that threaten to drip down the corner of your fucked out mouth.

“who’s slut are you, hm?” once again, his jarring tone and vulgarity came out.

“¡solo para ti! siempre para ti!” you chant , repeating it once more at another smack he landed on the now, strawberry flesh off your ass.

“eso bebèsita, all those men can look but, they can’t touch—isn’t that, right?” his question grunts out as his cock rams into you at a relishing speed.

your head was being tugged back as your body recoiled with every vigorous thrust from his snapping hips. your neck began to ache as you struggle to keep looking at him as his hand gripped your hair; unknowing if he can even see you but oh, he definitely can.

your eyes were squeezed shut as your mouth was completely agape, feeling wicked with the cock-dumb haze he put you in.

your body shook as Javíer completely ravished you.

“Javí—yes! fuck ya—” your pussy clenched around him with your fucked out babble.

“amás como te pongo, eh? letting me fuck you right’ere where anyone can see—que suciá.”

“for you—only—fuck—you!” your moans got more strangled out with each worship that left your mouth, his cock completely taking over your membrane; filling your pussy and mind with each hankering momentum.

his cock continued to plunge into you mercilessly, the sound of your each other’s skin slamming against each other with the small deep creaks coming from the moving truck.

Javíer was taking you viciously and relentlessly, his hand let go of the tug he had on your hair before finding its way around your neck, squeezing ever-so slightly.

all he wishes was to be able to be there with you, every single time you go out, but his job took so much time away from his personal life; it infuriated him, especially today when he seen those little pictures you sent him.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he knew how much you loved him, but it was the people.

he wishes he could keep you like his gun, tucked away and only accessible to him.

you felt his cock pistol into you at a deeper angle, feeling his tip flutter against your cervix causing your tummy to swell in rapture. you weren’t even sure if you were still breathing at this point, only rigid cries and moans leaving your lips.

“please javí! please! s’much—too much!” you could feel your stomach bubble up immense pleasure and overstimulating pain as your walls flared and fluttered around his thick cock as your second orgasm begins to enthrall your body.

“now now, y’can handle the club—you can handle this dick, isn’t that right pequeña?” Javíer hissed and heaved out roughly as he feels his own climax approach him.

he still doesn't stop his hips from hauling into yours as he leans himself down, splaying his clothed chest against your back. you felt his free hand go up through your torso till he found his way to your titties, squeezing each one through your top.

you felt the way his callous big hands burned onto your chest and neck, now feeling hot on your sweating skin. your bodies rocked against each other as you both indulged in thrilling pleasure.

you felt the brim of your climax get closer to shooting through and out your body, pussy clenching once more around Javíer’s coated cock “ándale neña, dámelo” he coos breathlessly as his hips begin to stutter down into a flux pace.

the empty streets echoed with noises of your nefarious act.

you would be damned the minute anyone was to see two of you.

just the unholy thought of someone possibly watching the two of you. the way he had you like this; in a completely immorally beautiful position was enough to have your body skyrocket.

the intense wave that crashed through you as your cries croak out into silence, only now hearing Javíer’s deep groans and grunts in your ear as the grip he has on your throat tightens softly.

he began to reach his own climax as you felt him twitch inside your fluttering walls, milking him through his orgasm completely. your bodies completely melted into each other as you both became breathless together.

you felt the way his load creamed into you, coating your walls and filling you up with his creamy cum as he watches the mix of both your pulpy moisture drip out of your swollen hole.

you were seeing stars as your eyes were squeeze shut as the slight cut-off of oxygen had your mind-boggled and feeling febrile.

the second Javíer feels you turn into mush under him while in his embrace. he immediately pulls out, reality setting him out of his lust possessed-like trance.

he tucks himself away after hiking up your panties and pulling down your skirt. he reached over for his jacket that was in the driver's seat, sprawling it over your lap after he flipped you over; helping your sore and fucked-out self sit.

he immediately checked around to see if anyone had been watching before shutting your passenger door and making his way to sit in the driver’s seat.

he leaned over into you, placing a passionate kiss on your lips as his warm hand caresses your cheek before pulling away, still leaned in close to your lips.

“lo que pasára pequeña, if you wear these tiny mini skirts without around me”

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nanaminsmoon · 9 months

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toxic!connie x blackfem!reader

a/n: now i don't cosign toxic relationships but i had this idea and had to write it down🤭

cw: pnv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of infidelity, yeah connie is a piece of shit, connie calls reader; 'ma', 'mami', 'baby', 'hermosa('gorgeous'), 'sabes que sólo te quiero, ma' ('you know i only want you, ma'), 'eres mi vida' ('you are my life'), 'dime que me amas, ma' ('tell me you love me, ma'), n word usage, gaslighting lowkey

wc: 2921

seeing as you had blocked him halfway through his trip, connie had low expectations when he came back from miami. however, his expectations had never lowered enough for him to be, even slightly, prepared to come back to a near enough empty apartment. especially not after you had spent the two weeks before he left, and the first few days he was gone, complaining about his absence. for the first two days he was out there, you were constantly calling and texting telling him how much you missed him and how empty your shared apartment felt without him there. then, on day three, you went silent. now stood looking at the half-empty coat rack, connie assumed that whatever drove you to that, had happened while he was still on his trip with his friends. and hopes that you had just gone to stay with a friend for a while were quashed when he realised that every single trace of you was gone; your walk-in wardrobe was empty, your vanity was empty, all your hair and skin products were no longer in the bathroom. this wasn’t some petty shit, you had left him.

”the fuck?”, he asked himself as he grabbed his car keys.

he went to every one of your friends’ addresses that he could remember, but they either wouldn’t open the door or, if they did, they claimed to have no idea where you were. he assumed that the ones who wouldn’t speak to him knew where you were. and, by now, he felt like he did too. so he went to the only other place you could be.

and, by happenstance, when he arrived at your family home you were helping carry the groceries into the house. you heard connie’s car before you saw it, giving you enough time to rush everyone inside and lock your car. unfortunately, connie caught onto what you were doing quite quickly so by the time you went to rush yourself inside, he was right outside the front door and he managed to pull you out by your arm. you’d try to move out of his grasp, but it just got tighter before he spun you around to look at him. and, once you saw how he had gotten more tanned, you actually got pissed off at just how fine he looked.

”what's up with you?”, he asked, hand still wrapped around your arm. but he would receive no response, so his free hand would move to your cheeks, squeezing them to open your mouth.

”i know this works, so use it”, he shook your face lightly, and a disgruntled huff would leave your mouth before you were removing his hand from your face.

”what d'you want, constance?”, an irritated hand moved to peel the one around your arm off, as your feet moved you a few steps back from him. but connie would just move with you.

”you know what i want. and don't call me that, you know i don’t like it”, he poked your side, and you kissed your teeth as you swatted his hand away. the severity of the situation still hadn’t clicked in connie’s mind, so he was just trying to find humour in how hard you were trying to avoid him. that obviously made you more pissed.

”you think i care about what you do, or don't, like after you was letting bitches shake ass on you in miami?”, you had seen video evidence of your man’s hoe activities, but he didn’t know that yet. so he’d just feign ignorance, and scrunch his eyebrows at you in ‘confusion’.

”the fuck are you talking about?”, he asked, grabbing at your hands when you tried to wave him off.

”don't play dumb, nigga, you know what I'm talking about.”, you’d remove your hands from connie’s to show him the screen recording of ony’s story that ymir had sent to you. but, even when presented with the video of eren holding connie up as he leaned back catching ass, he’d refuse to take accountability for his actions.

and what had started off as a somewhat civil conversation had raised in volume, mainly due to your boyfriend’s brazen attitude. your fervent discussion had caught the attention of your family members who just sat at the window watching you two argue. as well as that of a neighbour who you hadn’t even acknowledged. as pissed as you were, you weren’t having this conversation within the vicinity of prying ears. so connie would suggest continuing it in his car. and you should’ve known better than to agree because, as soon as you were both in the vehicle, he’d start it and drive off.

”connie, the fuck are you doing?”, you looked at him, nudging him slightly. but his eyes would be on the road as he brushed you off.

”i’m sick of this shit, we’re going home”, he spoke, turning up the music that was playing in an attempt to drown out your impending complaints. as if you couldn’t just turn it back down, and continue what you were saying??

”i’m not going nowhere with you, dickhead, take me back home”, you retorted, but connie just rolled his eyes.

”you’re really doin’ all this ‘cause of an ig story?”, he asked, finally looking at you.

”nigga, she was twerking on you!!”, your voice raised at him.

”y/n, i was just chillin’ and she came up to me and started dancing on me. that weren't even the full video, because if you saw the full video, you'd see that i moved her away and told her i had a girl at home. now, imagine my surprise when i come back and my home is empty”, all you could do is laugh at his excuse, because if you didn’t do that, you’d cry in frustration.

”connie, turn this car around”, the car had moved closer to the sidewalk as you approached a red light, so you’d try to open the door again. obviously it was still locked, but you were trying anything to get away from this man.

”this can’t be it, ma. you can’t be ending things because of some bitch in miami. not after all we've been through together.”, connie held your hand, his eyes locking with yours to earnestly plead with you, ”don’t let her just ruin what we have.”,

”are you okay?! you ruined what we have”, the hand connie wasn’t holding raised a pointed finger to lightly push at his temple, and exasperated air blew out of his mouth as he let your hand go and resumed driving.

”and now imma fix it”, he assured in annoyance.

once you arrived at your apartment car park, connie opened your door to allow you to, reluctantly, step out—ultimately choosing to just stand by the car with your arms crossed, mean mugging him. and, not knowing when to give up, connie pulled at one of your arms in an attempt to uncross them. and when all of it was to no avail, connie’d resort to old tactics; talking.

“y/n, you know how i feel about you. you think i'd throw that all away over some plastic booty in miami?”, the tips of your shoes would be touching when connie reached his arm around your body to grab at your ass—squeezing it for a second before pulling you into himself, “when i knew i had all this to come back to?”, he spoke lowly. a few drops of arousal dampened your underwear at the tone of his voice, his tan, and the sun-induced freckles on his face. but, no matter how long it had been, you had to pick up your dignity and move from him.

”get the fuck off me, constance”, you ordered, curtly, and connie acquiesced. though that didn’t mean he’d give up.

”c’mon, ma. let’s just go inside and talk about this”, he nodded towards the door of your apartment building. you knew what’d happen. it was the same thing that happened every time you guys argued, but you’d still begrudgingly let him walk you to your shared apartment.

and, as expected, no conversation was had. because, a gentlemanly façade would lead you through the door first and, as soon as your shoes were off, your feet were in the air as connie threw you over his shoulder. as soon as you realised your destination was your bedroom, you’d do nothing. of course he had pissed you off, but you hadn’t seen him in a week and you had missed him. none of your stuff was in the apartment, meaning you still had the upper hand. in some weird way. you would leave him…right after he took your clothes off, and greeted your aching clit with the cold metal of his tongue piercing. it became hard to believe that, not even an hour ago, your blood had been boiling—anger circulating your body with every heated beat of your heart. because that beating of your heart had migrated to the space between your legs, and its rhythm was in the process of being quelled by the plump lips holding your aching bud captive between themselves, as they sloppily sucked on it. a repetition of small moans from connie’s mouth formed hands that would incessantly pull at the tight knot forming in your stomach. those hands would be strengthened the moment the ball of metal began an uninterrupted course of small movements in between your wet folds. and the hands stroking over connie’s buzzcut would move to push his forehead backwards in an attempt to keep him dry,

”m-mess, connie, m-move”, was all you could get out in, what was meant to be, a warning. and connie would move your hand. both of his were on your thighs, pushing them apart as they began trembling. being the piece of shit he is, connie would move backwards and a cocky smile would grace his face at your loud, whiny complaints; an uproar that travelled throughout your whole body, as he heard faint sounds of cracking because of how hard your feet were curling. that’d be the encouragement directing him to continue his task. and, had he heeded your warning, his face and shirt wouldn’t have been covered in your release.

never one to be greedy, connie would have you taste yourself when your lips and tongues would meet in a sloppy kiss that you wished didn’t make you want him more than you ever had. the duration of this trip had been the longest you and connie had ever been separated, and you could feel it in the way your body reacted to his dick poking into you. the dignity you thought you had picked up from the floor had only elevated to sink six feet under the second your hands lifted to interlink at his nape, pulling him closer into you.

time and time again, your friends had warned you of the foolish antics of dominican men, but you never listened. connie was always so good to you, you never thought your heart would sit uneasily in your stomach as a consequence of his actions. but you were never mad at connie for too long. because no arguments could be made when coherence was being fucked out of your brain as your leg lay over his shoulder, and his lips were whispering promises into your ear during the intervals where they weren’t kissing the shell of it. soon, your frontal lobe would lose all functionality and you could barely remember why you were mad at a man with dick this good in the first place.

”sabes que sólo te quiero, ma”, wet words hit your nipple as his lips wrapped around it , ”eres mi vida, how could i want anyone else?”, and had you been able to form a rebuttal, it would’ve not been strong enough to overpower the moans leaving your parted lips.

”hm? i missed this pussy so bad, and when i come back you ain’t even here. imagine how that made me feel, hermosa”, connie momentarily pulled away from your nipple to stick his spit covered bottom lip out in a fake pout,

”you sorry?”, he asked, eyebrows solemnly meeting in the middle. and, still unable to get out a single word, you’d just nod. half of connie’s forgiveness would wrap around your nipple again, and the other half would work on raising the volume of your cries with the way it bullied that spongy spot inside of you.

”dime que me amas, ma”, he spoke around your nipple, and the little spanish you remembered would serve you well, and you’d tell yourself there was no way you were about to give him that after how he did you on that trip.

”ff-fuck y-you”, you stuttered out and, if you still had control over your limbs, your hand would’ve risen to point a middle finger in his face. but instead, it was connie’s hand that would move. rising to wrap around your neck—thumb and middle finger pushing lightly on either side of it, as his hips hastened. connie’s thrusts were only harsher because nothing would elate him more than you moaning out your affections for him as you came around him.

”that’s not what i asked you, hermosa.”, he tsked, eyes lidded as he looked down at you, ”now do i gotta ask you again, or you gonna use that pretty little brain of yours?”, concession was unfavourable, but he was making you feel so good that you would’ve done anything he asked of you.

”i-i lovee you, c-connie”, you whined out, nails digging into his arm. although you hadn’t nutted while saying those words to him, connie was still content at hearing them. so he’d hum back at you, before his verbal response resounded on the skin he was, once again, kissing on your chest.

”and i love you too, mami. let’s not fight anymore, hm?”, another pout would be pressed against your skin, meaning connie wouldn’t even see your aggressive nod in agreement.

all the suppressed feelings from the argument you guys had came back to surface quite quickly. connie wasn’t aggressive with you, his strokes were fast but deep and that was because he had missed you, and he just lost himself in it. and you could see it in his screwed eyebrows, and the group of sweat beads that had congregated on his forehead, keen to get a view of the fucked out woman underneath them.

”whose dick is this?”, connie spoke. and as if he knew you could barely hear anything at this point, he’d repeat himself when he got no reply, ”i asked you, whose dick this was”,

”m-mine. it’s m-mine”, you stammered out, hands hitting at his bare skin hovering above yours.

”so stop fucking playing wit’ me.” , his heart might’ve wanted you to hear those words, but his teeth fought to keep them in his mouth; those words were low, and barely enunciated. but their gravity was felt in the part of his dick pushing into your cervix. as well as in his following words,

”tell me you’ll stop”, and, feeling you start to get tighter around him, connie’s movements would slow when he knew you needed them at their fastest. the eyes that had been risking getting stuck in the back of their sockets would focus on his face again. it was blank; he needed that affirmation, and you’d gladly give it to him.

”finefinefine, i’ll stop. just lemme cum, connie, please lemme cum, p-please”, connie knew damn well that you’d probably have this conversation again, but hearing you beg under him while promising to trust him made his dick move inside you again.

”you’re always so good f’r me, baby”, he caressed your face, smiling warmly at you, ”you know you ain’t gotta ask, ma. this your dick, nut on it if you wanna”, so you would. it’d take two more thrusts for your walls to contract around his throbbing length.

”con-nie, i’m cummm—shittt”, your words could barely connect, but you just needed him to know how good he was making you feel. even though words weren’t needed when he could feel you around his dick, making it harder for him to maintain composure and keep moving inside you. and connie would try to keep it together, but he’d been thinking about nutting in you again for days now, so he stopped fighting the stuttering of his hips, and let them just do whatever when they decided to stop. their stagnancy would be followed by a warmth spreading inside you, and leaking to drip down you onto the bed sheets underneath you. and those sheets would be uncomfortably wet by the time you two finished. so you’d end up changing them together before he drove you to your family home to collect all your stuff and carry on as you always were.

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anonymous-dentist · 2 months

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A very exciting day from the Merpepito AU

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Pepito has been a pirate for one month and three days, and he has finally been given his first Pirate Job.

"Pepito, I'm trusting you with something very important," Captain Celbi had said as the ship had pulled into port.

He had crouched and pulled out a small leather pouch from the pocket of his coat. He held it out to Pepito, nodding seriously as Pepito took the pouch in both of Pepito's hands.

"Pac and Mike are going to go grocery shopping while we're here, but they always forget the most important food when I send them shopping," Captain Celbi explained. "They don't buy any candy, and we both know how important candy is."

Pepito nodded seriously. Candy is important, Apa Quackity says that it's one of the major food groups along with fish, seaweed, and cocaine.

"So I need you," Captain Celbi continued, "to take this money and make sure that you get candy. One piece for every crew member, and two pieces for yourself as payment for taking on this very important mission."

And so here Pepito is, grocery shopping for the first time as a pirate. Mister Pac and Mister Mike and Richarlyson are with him, but they don't know about his mission; it's a secret mission, Captain Celbi had said!

The Sky Pepito town is huge, but Pepito doesn't think they'll get lost. Mister Mike seems to know where they're going even if Richarlyson does keep running off and getting lost in the crowd and punching people until Mister Pac goes to get him.

"Settle down, Richas!" Mister Pac groans. He takes Richarlyson by the hand and pulls him to his side. "You're going to get arrested like this, you know!"

"And?" Richarlyson challenges. "So what! Pai Cellbit gets arrested all the time!"

"Cellbit is also a complete sociopath," Mister Mike comments. He looks at the grocery list with a hum. "He told us to buy coffee, how the hell are we supposed to make coffee on a boat?"

Pepito doesn't know what a 'sociopath' is, but it sounds cool! Some kind of artist, maybe?

He looks around the market. There has to be a candy stall somewhere!

Back in the Reef, Miss Niki had the best candy. She made taffy out of The Ocean's salt, and she sold it alongside her cookies in her shop, and, man, Pepito really misses Miss Niki.

...He doesn't miss anything else about the Reef, though! Definitely not Apa Roier or Apa Quackity or Apa Mariana or Apa Carre or Ama Rivers or Awuelo Foolish, that would be silly!

Pepito is a pirate now. He's doing a Pirate Job for a Pirate Captain, and he's going to end up in sooooooo much trouble with the Navy because of it! (Everybody knows the Navy hates candy. It's because they're lazy disgusting sacks of organs and blood, according to Captain Celbi, and he's never wrong!!)

Pepito jumps as someone taps his shoulder. He looks up and sees Mister Mike looking down at him with crinkled, smiling eyes.

"Don't get lost, now, Pepito," he says. "Cellbit will leave you behind if we go back to the ship without you."

Pac gasps and smacks Mister Mike's arm, but he's smiling, and Richarlyson is laughing.

Pepito's eyes well with tears, but he doesn't cry. He knows that they're all pirates. They're evil. Of course Captain Celbi would leave if Pepito got back to the ship late, he's a pirate captain, and Pepito still hasn't finished his first Pirate Job.

So Pepito bites Pepito's lip and puffs Pepito's chest out. He will not be left behind! He's going to finish his Pirate Job, and then Captain Celbi will say he's a Good Pirate, and then Pepito will be a Good Pepito again.

...But Pepito can't see a candy stall or shop anywhere. Captain Celbi had said that this was supposed to be a secret, but if Pepito doesn't tell anybody that he was given this job, then it's still a secret!

Hesitantly, he tugs on Mister Mike's sleeve and spells out with his finger in the air, "C A N D Y"? (Apparently, there's something called 'sign language' in the Sky, but Pepito hasn't learned that yet, but at least Pepito can spell using the Sky Language now!)

"You want candy?" Mister Mike asks.

"Oooo, I want candy, too," Mister Pac eagerly says. He looks at Pepito with a smile. "When we're done shopping, we'll get some candy, okay?"

Pepito beams, all tears gone.

Richarlyson grumbles and tugs his hand free. He ducks his head, mutters something under his breath, glares at Pepito through his bangs.

Pepito frowns, all smiles gone.

He doesn't get why Richarlyson doesn't like him. They're friends, right? Captain Celbi always seems happy when they're playing together.

...Unless Richarlyson knows that Pepito is a Bad Pepito. Unless Richarlyson knows about the Very Bad Thing.

Uh oh.

(Cellbit watches the water, leaning against the ship's railing. He can dream of seeing him again, can't he?

Suddenly, a bright light erupts out of the ocean just over the horizon.

Cellbit frowns, standing and adjusting his hat.

That can't be good.)

Halfway through the grocery list, Richarlyson escapes again.

Maybe that's for the best, Pepito thinks. He likes Richarlyson, but he doesn't want Richarlyson telling his dads about the Very Bad Thing. Pepito likes Misters Pacandmike, they've been the ones teaching Pepito how to write the Sky Language. They're smart, and they're nice by pirate standards. Pepito doesn't want them to hate him, too.

So Pepito keeps watching Mister Mike argue with the saleswoman at the bakery. She won't sell him any bread because Richarlyson stole some cookies on his way into the crowd, it's rude. Maybe she's a pirate, too.

But the hair on the back of Pepito's neck raises on end as he hears a familiar shout and a, "Hey, watch it, kid! Where the fuck are your parents, huh?"

No...!

Pepito is a Brave Pepito. Pepito is a pirate! Pepito isn't scared of anybody!

But Pepito doesn't want to see the hatred in Apa Roier's eyes. He wants his last memories of Apa Roier's face to be happy ones where Apa Roier still loves him and wants to be his father and doesn't hate him or think he's a killer or a Bad Pepito.

Pepito can't help it.

Pepito runs.

Pepito holds Captain Celbi's money close to his chest, and he runs.

"What the-" Mister Mike exclaims. "Pepito! Where are you going!"

"Pepito?" Apa Roier asks. He shouts again and calls, "Pepito!"

Pepito ducks into the crowd and drops to his knees, clutching Captain Celbi's money tight so he doesn't lose it.

Apa Roier may be a fast swimmer, but Pepito is a Small Pepito. He knows that Apa Roier is super tall, so Pepito crawls between people's legs and under and through skirts and he hopes that Apa Roier can't see him because Pepito doesn't want to see him.

Pepito is gonna be in soooooo much trouble...

("He's a good boy," Apa Roier says. He glares over Pepito's shoulder at Luzu. "Not a killer. Can you get that through your skull, hmm?")

Pepito sniffs and wishes he was back home where he could hide under his bed until Apa Mariana would get on the ground with him and wait until he was done being scared. Apa Mariana would hold Pepito's hand and talk until Pepito felt better, and Pepito misses him so much. But now Apa Mariana has a New Pepito to hold hands with. He doesn't want Pepito anymore.

Suddenly, something heavy pounces upon Pepito from behind, knocking him down.

Pepito lets out a whine and faceplants onto the ground. He hears his glasses crack (at least he hopes it's his glasses...)

Captain Celbi's money digs into Pepito's stomach. It hurts...

"Got him!" someone shouts, and, oh, it's Richarlyson. Of course he's working with Apa Roier. He wants a Good Pepito, too, doesn't he?

Pepito whimpers and shakes his head. He wiggles, trying to get free, but all he does is rattle Captain Celbi's money a bit.

Richarlyson laughs and reaches under Pepito's stomach and pulls out the money pouch.

"This is Pai Cellbit's!" Richarlyson gasps. His other hand wraps around the back of Pepito's neck angrily. "You stole this from him!"

Pepito shakes his head again. He might be a Bad Pepito, but he isn't a thief! Captain Celbi gave that money to him for a job! A Pirate Job! So Pepito can be a pirate like everybody else!

"Hey, mister!" Richarlyson shouts. "I have Pepito!"

Pepito's stomach hurts, but not from getting tackled this time. He's going to be sick. Apa Roier hates him. He's came all this way just to find Pepito and arrest him and call him a Bad Pepito and-

Richarlyson is yanked off of Pepito; he shouts and fights and kicks right into Pepito's back.

"Richarlyson, what the hell?" Mister Pac demands. "What does Pai Cellbit always tell us?"

Pepito pushes himself up and back onto his hands and knees. His glasses are cracked, but he can still kinda see...

But then he's picked up by Mister Mike, and then they're running through the crowd.

Pepito glances down and sees that he's only being held to Mister Mike's chest by one arm. Mister Mike's free hand is holding a gun.

Pirates...

Mister Mike turns his head over his shoulder and shouts, "You are so grounded!"

"What? No!" Richarlyson protests.

"Crew protects crew," Mister Pac says. "Pepito is crew whether you like it or not."

Squinting, Pepito can see Mister Pac dragging Richarlyson along behind him as they hurriedly speedwalk through the crowd.

Mister Pac has his sword drawn, but it looks clean. That's good, Pepito doesn't want Apa Roier hurt.

"He stole from Pai Cellbit!" Richarlyson argues. "He's a traitor!"

Mister Mike rolls his eyes. "Who doesn't steal from Cellbit? Honestly, Pepito stealing from him is enough to make him crew in my eyes."

Pepito's jaw drops. A pirate likes him...!

They continue rushing through the crowd, groceries abandoned. Captain Celbi is gonna be so mad, but he might not call Pepito a Bad Pepito if Pepito's lucky. It isn't Pepito's fault that Apa Roier talked to the Sea Witch! Blame the Sea Witch, not Pepito!

The ship appears over the crowd, and Pepito can almost see the Pepitos on its deck. But his glasses are broken, so all he can really see are smudges that are vaguely Pepito-shaped.

"Cellbit!" Pac shouts. "We need to go!"

Captain Celbi appears over the railing. With his hat and his coat and the clear scowl on his face, he looks truly evil. (So cool...)

"What the fuck did you do?" he demands as they approach. "You were gone for twenty minutes!"

Mister Mike is the first on the ship. As soon as he's on board, he drops Pepito to the ground and reaches out to grab Richarlyson and pull him on board, too. He gently shoves Richarlyson to Cellbit, who takes Richarlyson by the shoulders and holds him still in front of him.

Captain Celbi looks at Mister Mike, and then he looks at the out-of-breath Mister Pac, and then he looks at Richarlyson, and then he looks at Pepito.

His eyes darken, a weird rumbling sound coming out of his throat that almost sounds like growling, but that can't be right. Sky Pepitos don't growl.

Pepito shrinks back. In the air, he shakily spells, "S O R R Y."

"It wasn't Pepito," Mister Pac says. "There was some- some guy at the market who saw Pepito and started chasing us! I don't know, he might be Navy? But they don't usually go after mermaids, right?"

"Who cares who he was?" Mister Mike huffs. He still has his gun out. (Scary...) "Fuck that guy."

He glances at Richarlyson. "You're grounded, young lady. Go below deck."

Richarlyson's jaw drops open in outrage. "But- but he's a thief!"

He holds out Captain Celbi's money pouch. "Pai, see? Pepito stole this from you! He's untrustworthy."

Captain Celbi sighs and takes his money back. "I gave him that money so he could buy candy because you guys never let me have any. Go downstairs, we'll talk later."

Richarlyson's face falls, but he storms downstairs, kicking a bucket full of soapy water over on his way.

Captain Celbi looks at Mister Pac. "We can't leave yet. Baghera and Mousey are still on shore, and we definitely don't have the food supplies to set sail right now. Next port town is over a month away, we'll starve before then."

He takes Misters Pacandmike to talk, occasionally glancing at Pepito.

Pepito lets them be. Pepito isn't a pirate. He can't participate in Pirate Stuff. He failed his Pirate Job. He'll never be a pirate now.

He walks to the gangplank and sits with his knees to his chest. He can't see much of anything, but maybe he can help Miss Baghera and Miss Mouse with their bags when they come back to the ship.

Pepito can't see, but Pepito can hear.

"Shit!" Apa Roier shouts in The Ocean's Language.

If Pepito squints just right, he thinks that he can see Apa Roier backing away from a wooden post on the dock with a hand to his forehead. He's shouting and in pain and it's all Pepito's fault.

Apa Roier's head snaps between the docked ships, looking. Searching. Probably very, very angry.

And then he sees Pepito. And Pepito sees him.

Pepito can't help it. Pepito starts crying as Apa Roier comes running towards him, tripping over himself as he scrambles up the gangplank with extended arms.

"Pepito!" Apa Roier cries. Pepito can't see the look on his face, but Pepito bets he's angry. "Pepito!"

He keeps chanting Pepito's name as he runs, because he's always liked Pepito's name. He always says that it's the best name Pepito could have, and it's probably his favorite name, so the New Pepito is probably named Pepito, too.

Pepito stands and tries running, but his vision is so blurry with his glasses broken and with the tears in his eyes that he manages to trip over the bucket Richarlyson had kicked over and he falls.

Warm arms scoop Pepito up and hold him close in a tight hug.

"Pepito, what the fuck," Apa Roier demands, his face buried in the top of Pepito's head. "A month, Pepito, what the fuck?"

Pepito shakes his head, his entire body quivering. He wants to hug Apa Roier back, but is he allowed to? No, right? Apa Roier's angry...

A cold shadow falls upon them from above.

A gun clicks, cold steel pointing right at Apa Roier's head.

"I'm going to give you one chance to get off of my ship," Captain Celbi coldly says, voice low and flat and absolutely terrifying. "Let go of my crew member, and get off of my ship. One. Chance."

"Your crew member?" Apa Roier scoffs. "He's my fucking son."

Captain Celbi inches closer until the gun is pressed into Apa Roier's hair; Apa Roier doesn't so much as flinch.

Pepito shakes. His lip wobbles, tears streaming down his face and snot bubbling out of his nose. He wants his dad!

In the language of The Ocean, Apa Roier says, "We're going home, Pepito. I'll beat his ass."

Pepito shakes his head frantically. They can't go home, the New Pepito is there, and Pepito doesn't wanna meet them! The New Pepito probably looks cuter than Pepito does. Doesn't need glasses. Is a fast swimmer. Doesn't have asthma. Isn't a killer.

But he can't say this. He can't say anything.

Behind Apa Roier's back, Pepito spells to Captain Celbi, "D A D."

Captain Celbi meets Pepito's eyes.

He lets out a breath, lips pressed together and eyebrows furrowed, but he nods and backs off, clicking his gun until it's safe.

And then Apa Roier lets out a war cry and lets go of Pepito, swinging a leg out and knocking Captain Celbi to the ground. He laughs and lunges for his gun, trying to wrestle it from him. Captain Celbi's hat falls off, revealing the pointy white things on the top of his head; they press flat against his hair and he bares his teeth angrily.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Captain Celbi demands.

"You kidnapped my son, what the fuck do you think?" Apa Roier snaps. He crawls on top of Captain Celbi, his knee between Captain Celbi's legs and his chest pressed to Captain Celbi's chest.

"Oh my gods," Mister Pac quietly says. "Mike, I think they're gonna..."

"Cover your eyes, Pac," Mister Mike replies.

Pepito doesn't know what they're talking about. All Pepito can do is watch uselessly as his dad and his captain wrestle on the deck.

"I didn't kidnap him!" Captain Celbi argues. "Bad brought him to me!"

"And you took him!?" Apa Roier incredulously asks. "Fucking pirates-"

He looks at Captain Celbi, and he goes quiet. He stops fighting.

Confused, Captain Celbi looks up at him. And then he stops fighting, too. The pointy things on his head stick right up, seemingly happy about something.

"Oh," Captain Celbi quietly says. "Hello."

He and Apa Roier are still borderline holding hands over the gun. Apa Roier is still flush to Captain Celbi's front, and Apa Roier's knee is still stuck between Captain Celbi's legs.

"Hi," Apa Roier says, voice soft, almost reverent in a way, the same way he spoke when he talked about how evil and bad and disgusting pirates are. "You kidnapped my son."

"I really didn't."

"I'm not getting off this boat until you give him back."

Apa Roier leans in close as he says that.

Captain Celbi licks his lips. "Then I guess you're going to be stuck here for a while, because Pepito is a prized member of my crew. I wouldn't give him up for anything in the world."

Pepito is... a prized member? Of the crew?

Pepito can't help it. He gets up and runs to Captain Celbi and gives him as good a hug as he can with Captain Celbi pinned to the deck.

He's a pirate!

Pepito is finally a pirate!

Best day ever!

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#merpepito au #guapoduo #spiderbit

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🍵🧸️ . rough day

﹙rough day﹚🍵🧸 kento nanami — jujutsu kaisen. ⟶ current canon ; fluff. ☆ ; none WC: 566

― "hey," you called quietly as you twisted the knob in your apartment door and closed it. taking a short glance at the doorknob as it glinted slightly in the dim ceiling light's embrace, not even the distortion of your reflection could hide your exhaustion. you sighed, dropping your coat on the floor and not even bothering to place your shoes in their normal spot next to your fiancé's. instead you kicked them off, not giving a damn about where they were scattered to.

your fiancé hadn't heard you arrive home as of yet, though his silhouette was immediately noticeable blotted against the bleeding sunset as he stood outside on the balcony, a steaming cup of what was most likely tea in his hands.

instead of using words, since that wasn't exactly your favorite idea at the given time, you stepped through the sliding glass door and wrapped your arms around his waist- giving him a soft squeeze to make him aware of your presence.

"oh, welcome back," he soon spoke to you, feeling you loosen your hold around him as he turned his body to face you. he set his cup aside on the small terrace table nearby, before locking his strong arms around your much smaller body and lifting you up. you immediately reciprocated with your legs resting around his hips, and you laid your head on his sturdy shoulder.

"rough day?" he asked softly, to which you left a simple murmur in response. that was all he needed for confirmation- he transferred you to his left arm, his hand and forearm supporting the backs of your legs as he took his cup back into his spare hand and stepped inside the apartment.

tipping the remainder of his tea into the sink and leaving the now-empty beverage holder on the counter, he carried you effortlessly as you clung to him like a koala to a branch. eventually reaching your shared bedroom and sitting down on the edge of it, he ran his hands up and down your spine in a comforting motion.

"do you want to talk about it?" he questioned, his voice low and deep- enough to envelop you in a stateless blanket of warmth. after receiving his wordless answer, a slight negative shake of your head, he exhaled through his nose and nodded in understanding.

"i get it," he hummed, carefully adjusting himself to be able to lean back and lie against the soft covers and pillows adorning your shared bed, allowing you to rest on top of him. your small limbs surrounded his hulking, muscular body, as your head remained comfortably against his collarbone.

the pair of you laid in relative, comfortable silence for a while, him occasionally reaching to run a large yet gentle hand through your hair as his fingers threaded through the strands and curls. eventually you decided to break the silence, with a quiet phrase.

"i love you," you mumbled, causing a smile to grace his usually-unmoving features. his small dimples poked his cheeks as his eyes crinkled like little crescent moons, the attributes nobody but you got to see.

"i love you too," he replied quietly, giving you a gentle squeeze with his arms that were wrapped around you, before leaning forward and placing a kiss to your forehead.

it had been a rough day, but it wasn't all bad if this was how it would end.

( by the way , you can use the AMA button if you'd ever like me to write something for you (≧◡≦) ♡ )

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jjk fluff #x reader #domestic fluff #kento nanami #jjk x reader #nanami x you

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Please I just watched The Lion In Winter (1968) and kept thinking throughout it “this is a film wellntruly will have opinions on” so if you do please share!!! 🙏

I have in fact never seen The Lion In Winter (1968). But it does still mean something to me, as when a former coworker of mine, prim & proper married mother of three, who had no idea I lived in that apartment complex, began and then continued to carry on an affair with my trench coat & fedora wearing next door neighbor for the entire year of Covid lockdown, AMA, I finally, finally figured out how they could even have known each other during one of the times they were sitting outside his door just feet from my open window talking on the abandoned kitchen chairs he had taken from beside the dumpster, and I heard enough identifying information about the micro-budget vampire movie he'd made with his friends several years earlier to find said vampire movie, and his full name, and his Instagram, to at last discover that they had met rehearsing a community theater production of: The Lion In Winter, which had been scheduled to open on March 19, 2020. They were playing the characters that are carrying on the affair.

#replies #bakingblues #The Lion In Winter #pers.#quarantime

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fyjm · 2 years

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#bts #bangtan #jimin #park jimin #park ji min #211121 #fantaken #AMA #e:ptd #s:long #coat #s:pink #tongue #fh #pt #blacknwhite_km

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roserobineva · 19 days

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SOUTHERN COMFORT | TLOU OC x Abby Anderson Fluff

Alina and Abby get drunk and end up in the same bed together...

A thick, rich tang hung onto our cold evening breath, losing its way as I’m sure my head was deprived of air. I felt light, weightless, yet simultaneously heavy and tired, but it was as comforting as a woollen blanket. There was a chill in the air, but we didn’t feel it. Stumbling our way back from the aquarium, Abby, Manny and I had snuck out of the stadium and spent the evening drinking ourselves into oblivion, as teenagers do. But it had been one of the best nights of my life. Was it monumentally stupid of us to be stumbling through ruined cities riddled with infected and seraphites at dead of night? Of course it was. However, I think the last thing we wished to think about was death. There had been no lack of that in our short lives, and any moment spent avoiding reality was a moment well spent.

We made it to the back of the stadium, Abby and I having trawled Manny half the way there with the last of our sober strength. I was glad for her help; without her brawn I probably would’ve resigned him to a ditch. We made it halfway to Abby and Manny’s room before he began drunkenly, and very loudly, blabbering in what sounded like a concoction of broken Spanish and English.

“Abby, sabes que me amas, tuck me in when we get home?” Manny slurred with a twang of humour. In a desperate attempt to shut him up, Abby slapped her hand over his mouth and tugged him into a headlock.

“Shut up, you fucking idiot!” She stage-whispered, an impish giggle worming its way into her tone, making her sound less authoritative and more like a misbehaving child. Simultaneously, I was forced to take the precaution of crossing my legs, the situation making me laugh harder than I were allowed. However our hijinks were curtly interrupted by a crisp crescendo of footsteps echoing through the stairwell. Obviously our feeble attempts at sneaking had woken someone. Who? We didn't dare find out.

Abby’s warm hand guided the small of my back, frantically pushing us into her dorm, which I was unaware we had reached. I just about stayed on my feet from the force. In one swift movement, we were in and the door was artfully shut. We all remained still, like stunned varmint. The methodic drum of hardware boots vacillating between each end of the hallway kept us still. We actively avoided looking at each other, sharing the knowledge that if we did, we’d wouldn't keep composure. Eventually, the footsteps receded and descended back down the stairwell. Muscles I didn’t know were tensed relax themselves.

“Santa mierda, that was a close one.” Manny uttered, with the most clarity I had heard him speak with all night.

“I thought we were fucked,” I chuckled, glancing over at Abby. She was smiling, flushed with adrenaline and alcohol. Our eyes connect, for a second. And it’s just us. But only for a second. The violating screech of Manny’s squeaky mattress pierced our intimate moment. We both looked over to see him already passed out on his bed. The adrenaline from our close encounter had sobered me slightly, but I was grateful for it. A double take confirms that Manny is knocked out cold, and my eyes travelled back over to Abby. She was now sat on her bed, sluggishly taking off her coat and boots. My eyes traced her hands as she unpicked her laces. They travelled up and up until they reach her eyes which were now looking into mine. I expected some awkwardness, but it never arrived. We could’ve stayed there forever, absorbing each other features, absorbing the bittersweetness of that moment. We both understood what was happen, but neither were ready to admit it were so.

Overwhelmed, I broke the connection, scared of what may happen if I let it linger. As I walked over to her, I stay mindful of the heaviness of my footsteps. I awkwardly place myself on the bed next to her, our skin barely touching, but it felt electric. She doesn’t yet acknowledge me, too focused on escaping those uncomfortable combat boots. She concealed it, but seemed just as anxious. My gaze was fixed on her, magnetic. I couldn’t look away. She had no idea how perfect she looked. She didn’t even have to do anything.

Finally, our eyes reconnect. It’s just as overwhelming. Her lips part, she wants to say something. She doesn’t. I try to break the uncomfortable silence.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it back to my room tonight.” The threat of being caught hovering over me. I gestured to the door, but her eyes don’t break from mine.

“Stay then. There’s room.” That sentence sucked the air from her, like it was the last thing to exit her mouth. Her dying wish. I nodded. Nothing else needed to be said. Despite the telling quiet, I feared getting caught more than I feared sharing a bed with Abby. Although the thought set a boulder-like weight in the pit of my stomach.

I didn’t have sleep clothes on me, (obviously) so nicked one of Manny’s many shorts and T-shirts. Not the first time I’d been subjected to his musty laundry, but it’s more appropriate than going nude. By the time I had changed, Abby was already snug under the duvet. Apprehension took over. This felt wrong, more so than sneaking out drinking. An intruding sensation of disgust took me over, churning and bubbling in my stomach, and my dads voice rang in my ears.

'The acts of the flesh are obvious,' Do you remember the rest?

Abby's voice disperses his heinous words, "Are you getting in or...?”

I refused to let him ruin such a good day. A forced smile to crossed my face, and I slid in beside her. The duvet was warm from the heat of her body, which began pleasantly coaxing me to sleep. I felt a shift as she turned over to face me, our bodies so close it stung. A youthful, exciting static built between us, or maybe it was just the remaining buzz of alcohol.

“So, did you have fun this evening?” She whispers, an anxious yet hopeful glint in her voice.

“I did you know. I really did.” I pause. “For the first time in a while I actually enjoyed myself.”

She smiles, “See, I told you it would be nice. You need to believe me more.” We shared a gentle laugh, a genuine laugh. Something only she could evoke from me.

“I do. I’m just scared to.” The sentence escapes me, I didn’t intend to say it, bet it rolled off my tongue like a snowflake. That snowflake would soon become a snowball. "Why? What's so scary?" She queries. Cautiousness holds me close, but for once I refuse. I break it's grasp, maybe it's the alcohol talking but I want to be brave. I want her to break me down. "Because no one has given me a reason to feel safe with them."

"Not even me?" She snickers, masking her hurt.

"No... you're different." I hope that reassures her.

We spoke deep into the night, but time ran from us and we didn’t care to compete with it. I was sharing things that had never left my mouth let alone the depths of my mind. Abby already knew so much of me, but that was my gift to her. She earned my trust just as my cousin did. She was as good as family. Better than.

“I have a question.” I wait for her with exhausted ease. I’d tell her just about anything at that moment.

“Why do you trust me so much? Out of everyone. Why me?”

I could tell this was a self indulgent question, but I was happy to answer.

“You tried the hardest. You actually cared.” A flicker of confusion crosses her face, “People care about you, the others care so much?”

“Of course they do, that’s indisputable. But you cared the most. Everyone else would’ve easily forgotten me. But you didn’t. Even when I’d hide myself away, put my walls up, you did everything in your power to break them down. For the first time, you made me feel wanted... in a good way.”

She was silent for a second, stone faced, drinking in what I had said. Her expression shifted, it was solemn and tender and loving. Almost motherly. It took me aback. Her hand shifted from beneath the duvet and up to my face, the tips of her fingers brushing my cheek. She cupped it and used her thumb to carefully stroke my cheek. Her touch made time stop, the world around me disappeared into swirling colours.

“You’re always wanted Alina. I’ve always wanted you.” The words just about escape her lips they’re so quiet. But they resonate with me louder than anything else I had heard. Before I could respond she pulled me closer to her and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Like second nature, I rested my face on her collar. Soon we’re both asleep, blissfully unaware of the world we survive in. It was just me and her. She had a knack for making me feel this way.

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