I Have Stretch Marks.

Welcome to Avengers Academy

Meet your new principal Nick Fury

-Definitely a hardass… but he cares about all of his staff and students deep down

-No hats on in the building

-He don’t care if he’s the principal, he’ll cuss you out if you cross him 

Your new art teacher

-The teacher that also acts as the school therapist in a way

-If he finds out someone is bullying you, he’s one of the first to do something about it

-Really wants to see everyone do well

-A bit shy at first but opens up and loves when the students get him caught up with slang and pop culture

Your home ec teacher

-Everyone legit thinks she’s a witch 

-Her deserts are otherworldly 

-She’s the youngest teacher so naturally everyone loves her

-Def makes you cookies or something for your birthday

Your history teacher

-Everyone thought he’d be a hardass but he’s actually funny

-Teaches history as though he was there

-On the first day of class told you to throw away your history books cos he’s gonna teach you the real shit 

Your English & literature teacher

-Gets super passionate about literature

-Def the fun teacher

-Him and Steve are probably the #1 favorite male teachers

-Has students act out Shakespeare 

Your music teacher

-Puts everyone on GOOD music

-Cracks everyone up but can be serious in seconds

-His class is probably the most fun because he incorporates both oldschool and modern music

Your science teacher

-Was super shy at first but opened up to his students and formed real relationships with them

-Starts a study group for his struggling students

Your Engineering teacher 

-The school legit created this class so that Tony could be a teacher

-Sarcastic as hell to his students but loves them all deep down

-Gives students creative freedom and encourages everyone to invent things

Your foreign language teacher

-A PUSHER

-She just wants you to succeed

-Oddly motherly 

-Teaches French, Spanish, Italian and Russian

Your women and genders studies teacher

- #1 teacher

-Students can tell her anything

-She geeks over 90s music with her students

-Brings her cat to class 

-Gives women in her class an excused absence on the first day of their periods

Your gym teacher/ ASL teacher *I prefer deaf hawkeye*

-Teaches American Sign Language and gym

-Oddly a father figure

-Definitely shows off 

-Surprisingly a super good teacher 

Let’s Play A Game ━ Loki [smut]

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader, also Grandmaster’s daughter!Reader bc yes. (A little of implied Loki x Grandmaster  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ).

Summary: You take a liking on your father’s new guest and decide to play with him a little.

Warnings: SMUUUUTTT!! Oral sex, unprotected sex. A little bit of sassy!reader and nervous!Loki (does that even exists? omg, anyway exists here lol)

Stay til the end for a shitty bonus ehehehe.

Word count: 2,427.

A/N: SO SORRY IF IT SUCKS AND FOR ANY MISTAKE CAUSE I SPEAK FUCKING SPANISH! *cries* And gif’s not mine.

Tags: @steve-rogers-personal-hell

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A poly relationship (Jason Todd and Roy Harper headcanon)

Requested: Yes Request: Can you write an imagine about being in a poly relationship with Jason and Roy??

Well girl since I have no idea for an imagine you’re gonna have to suffer some headcanons

These boys tho

Like you have to survive from love and air

Because your fridge is constantly empty because of them

They’ll walk in at X time of night and eat everything

“WHO ATE ALL MY SALAD?”

“I was hungry,” *insert Jays cute puppy face*

“What am I supposed to eat?” 

“You can eat me,” *Insert roy smirk*

They’re really protective tho

Like expect to sleep engulfed between the two large men

Guns always at the ready

So much testosterone everywhere

Like constant fight about which one’s better in bed

Always ends up with a hardcore threesome

So much patching up every night

Like they can’t be careful even once 

Fuck them, Assholes

You still love them nonetheless

how can you not

Have you not seen them

Im done, thank you

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With love, -K

How to Write Deaf Characters - From a real Deaf person’s perspective

Hello readers and writers alike, I would like to point out something that has been so glaringly annoying to me and other Deaf/HoH people so that we can end all these misconceptions. People who write for Deaf!Readers should know a few things before starting their imagines, fanfictions, blurbs - anything. It is not anyone’s fault for not knowing these things, most hearing people are not aware of the Deaf community or Deaf culture so here I am, a Deaf person who is majoring in Deaf Studies and Culture, coming here to tell you a few things to know when writing for a Deaf!Reader

(Remember this is my experience as a Deaf/HoH person and it may differ from person to person but this is what I learned/have slight annoyances within writing)

Deaf and Hard of Hearing is a culture. Yes, most people consider it a disability but IT IS NOT SOMETHING WE ARE ASHAMED OF! Please stop writing fics/imagines about Deaf!Reader being ashamed of not being able to hear or getting hearing aids to impress their SO. It’s completely wrong and just annoying. We are proud of our Deafness and we don’t want to be fixed.

DO NOT USE THE TERM ‘HEARING IMPAIRED’! This is basically a slur word. It was widely used in the ’90s but now it’s considered a derogatory term. Just use Deaf or Hard of Hearing. Or ‘deaf’ if the person is medically deaf and not culturally Deaf. (see next point)

Deaf and ‘deaf’ are different. Deaf is a cultural term for people who are born Deaf and raised in the community. The term ‘deaf’ is used in the medical field or used to describe someone who has hearing loss that does not associate with the Deaf Community. Usually, a hearing person who has become deaf later on.

Sign language is not a worldwide language. There are different types of language within sign language. ASL is for American and Canada. BSL is for Britain. So if you’re writing a story that takes place in a country that is not America or Canada, do not say ASL.

ASL does not = English. Same for every other language. ASL is its own language with grammar rules and semantics. It does not directly translate to English. So if you’re writing ASL most likely write in GLOSS or write it as you would write a hearing character. (Sentance: I want to go to the mall and buy a dress. GLOSS: I WANT WANT GO TO MALL I. ME BUY DRESS ME )

Deafness is on a spectrum. There is a legal threshold that someone must pass to be considered legally Deaf. Some Deaf people can hear more than others. I can hear high pitched noises sometimes. I know someone who can hear voices but can not hear what they are saying. Both of us are Deaf and we both cross that threshold. So when writing your Deaf!Character make sure to set a bar of what they can and can not hear.

Hearing Aids do not cure anyone’s deafness. It only helps hear some sounds and maybe hear if people are talking. Not what they are saying although it can help with that depending on how far they are on the Deaf scale.

Cochlear Implants are very controversial in the Deaf Community so if you’re going to write about them do your research!!! They are also not a cure for Deafness, just an aid.

Deaf people are not masters at lipreading! Even the best lip readers can only make sense of 30% of what is being said. I’ve been lip reading for years and I still only understand a little bit of what is being said. So no, your character is not going to miraculously know what’s going on from lip reading.

DO NOT have your characters yell at your Deaf characters. DOES NOT MATTER HOW LOUD YOU ARE! We can not hear you. Neither can your character. Have your other hearing characters speak normally. That’s the best way to lip read if they must.

Most Deaf people are born from hearing parents. It’s really rare for a whole entire family to be Deaf (Although I’ve met some and it’s super cool). But your character is probably born to hearing parents.

ALSO, the majority of hearing families with Deaf children do NOT learn ASL. It sucks but it’s true. Only about 30-40% of families learn sign for their Deaf family members. So keep it in mind,

So this is my list for now! I may add to it the more I think about things but this is basics I think everyone should know. If I forgot some then feel free to add! (as long as you are knowledgeable about the topic please). If you have questions please message me! Or if you need someone to proofread your Deaf!Imagines then I almost here for that. So happy writings everyone!

ILY

Backseat - Major Jasper Whitlock (smut)

Request by anon: May I request some Jasper hale smut please! Would love if it would include the major, spanking and pussy slapping please and thank you!🥺🥵😩

Oh damn, we love a good Major Jasper Whitlock smut. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: pretty much everything. Don’t like it, don’t read it. 

“Stop being such a brat.”, he whispered under his breath, his right hand was dangerously close to her heat, thankful, that the school desk was covering his hand. She had been teasing him for the whole day, whining every time he’d tell her to “behave”, she was in a special mood today, desperate for his touch, it didn’t matter to her, that they were in school, not caring about listening to their current lesson. 

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Call Out My Name

John Wick x Reader

Summary: After being found by the Bowery King, the plan to overthrow the high table is set into motion. A face you haven’t seen since your days in the Ruska Roma appears on your doorsteps.

Warnings: None

Author’s note: This is my first time writing for John Wick so I hope you guys like it 😭😭😭 -samantha 💜

Translation: Vozlyublennaya ↠ sweetheart

Before there was Helen, there was Y/N.

They were raised together in the Ruska Roma. Trained to be the best in the game.

And they were.

John couldn’t remember when he fell in love with her. It just happened. Seamlessly. Effortlessly. Naturally. Unfortunately, their relationship never saw the light of day. The director wouldn’t tolerate it if she knew and they would be greatly punished.

But she did know.

And she punished them in a way they could never imagine.

She let John go and serve first without his partner in crime. She kept Y/N at the Ruska Roma as long as she could.

But the decision was no longer in her hands.

Jardani and Y/N would always find their way back to each other.

Even then, the director knew it was inevitable.

John didn’t know what came over him. He had her address for quite some time. He pondered paying her a visit God knows how many times. The piece of paper burned in his suit pocket, a constant reminder that after all these years, he could finally reunite with her.

As he handed her his ticket, John felt a piece of paper being slipped into his rough palms. He stared up at her suspiciously. His chocolate orbs stony and cold. Naturally, John questioned every action of everyone around him. He was an excommunicado with a hefty bounty on his head. Everyone was bound to turn on him at some point. It was him against the world. But when he heard the director’s words, he felt his resolve immediately dissipate.

“She’s safe.” The director spoke quietly. “But now, you may never come home, Jardani.”

He held himself back mostly, thinking that she wouldn’t want to see him.

That she hated him for never coming back for her.

For moving on and marrying another woman.

That he would burden her.

But at last, John Wick surrendered to himself and caved in.

He stood in a hidden corner of her bedroom. His heart nearly swooned at the tiny touches of her. The pair of pointe shoes aesthetically hanging on the wall by a chic vanity. An old wool blanket on the foot of her bed.

The necklace he gave her for the last birthday they spent together.

Being so close to her yet so far away caused John a great amount of sensory overload. He impatiently checked his watch. She should be home soon. As if on que, the sound of the front door opening and closing along with the jingle of keys filled the home. The clicking of heels against the mahogany floors got closer and closer and for once in his life, John Wick was nervous. Anxious even.

Alas, the bedroom door opened and in came his Y/N looking more beautiful as ever, if that was even possible. She was an evolved version of the woman he last saw. Elegant. Refined. There was an almost regal air to her. If she asked him to, John would fall to his knees and beg her for mercy. She switched on a crystal adorned floor lamp, placing her designer purse on the chaise lounge at the foot of her bed before seating herself in front of her vanity and removing her jewelry.

“You can come out, you know.” She spoke calmly.

John froze.

“How do you know I’m not a threat?” He inquired.

She scoffed lightly.

“Because if you were, you would’ve killed me the second I stepped foot in my house.” She stated.

With all the courage he could muster, John stepped out of the dark and into her line of version. Y/N’s breath ceased at the apparition relfected in her mirror. She never thought they’d see each other again. He moved on. Retired, got married, and found a mundane job. She had heard of how he got sucked back into the game, yet still thought she would never see him again. After all these years. Y/N felt a rush of emotions stir wildly inside her.

Anguish because he never came back for her.

Jealously towards the woman who replaced her.

Sympathy for her lover’s loss.

And lastly, empathy. They were separated with no promises of a future. It was only natural for him to move on. She was an old chapter of his life. He needed something new. Something that wasn’t covered in blood and scars. Something that wasn’t her.

“John.” Y/N breathed.

His features twisted into a deep frown.

John.

The name, his own name, spited him.

He was always Jardani to her. Now they were strangers.

He felt his throat constrict. Her name hadn’t left his mouth in years.

“Y/N,” He mumbled, finally exhaling.

She was his breath of fresh air. His salvation.

Y/N turned around, staring up at him with worried eyes.

“Excommunicado,” She gasped. “what have you done, John?”

He stepped closer.

“What I needed to.” He gruffed.

“They’re going to kill you.” Y/N tried to reason. “They won’t stop.”

“Neither will I.” He rebuttled.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shut your eyes tightly, attempting to shoo away the tears brimming in your eyes. No. You were not going to cry again. Not now. Not after the years you spent crying yourself to sleep in the Ruska Roma. All those nights you spent on stage practicing until you bled and went numb and then some as the production lights seared your skin. Not now.

“Why, John?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why, after all these years, are you here now?”

He was silent. He knew she would ask this and yet, the usually calculated John Wick had no answer.

“It’s happening.” John said. “I need you by my side when it does.”

Y/N finally looked up at him. Her eyes teary and wide with disbelief. John explained to you the events that took place in the last couple days. How many lives he took while he was on the run, how he stopped by your old stomping grounds and got his ticket torn in exchange for safe passage to Casablanca where he found Sofia. Sofia shot Berrada and the two of them killed all of his men. John then met The Elder who promised to lift the bounty as long as he killed Winston, and finally, all that went down at the Continental to him getting shot off of a roof and being picked up by the Bowery King.

“This is the most optimum opportunity-“

“Jardani!” You exclaimed, tugging roughly at your hair in exasperation. “Do you hear yourself? They’re going to kill us. A fourteen million dollar bounty was bad enough, but now, now you’ve went against The Elder’s word.”

“Everyone I know turned their backs on me, Y/N. Winston threw me off of a fucking cliff- they have my dog, goddamnit.” He growled.

He was pissed. There was no stopping it.

John stalked towards you until he was kneeling in front of you. The tears from your eyes fell freely now. All of the hardness on his face had softened as he grasped your hands softly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you. I had no way, they kept me busy. That’s still no excuse, and I’m eternally so sorry for what I’ve done.” He whispered.

Y/N shook her head and wiped her tears.

“I can’t be mad at you for moving on. Life doesn’t stop for anyone, who would I be if I deterred you from living?” She spoke.

John sighed.

“I need you. More than ever.” He quietly admitted.

She chuckled bitterly.

“Because I can kill twenty people in five minutes with my hands.” She spited.

“Because you’re the only thing I have to lose.” John quickly snapped. “This life tore us apart. It took me away from you only to chew me up and spit me out on the streets.”

His face was closer now. His cafe orbs filled with fire.

“I want to take it all back from them.” He seethed.

You let out a sharp exhale, turning your head away from him just a little.

“This is insane, John. You know how powerful the high table is. The second they see you, the second they know you’re alive, they’ll snipe you out and everyone who aided you. Me included.” You snarled.

“I know.” He admitted.

“John-“

“Vozlyublennaya..” He spoke softly.

Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve dreamed of his voice whispering the nickname for years. After all this time, your desires were finally fulfilled.

“Jardani.” You corrected, cupping his cut up face in your hands. His strong jaw still fit perfectly in your palms.

He pressed his forehead against yours, placing his hands on top of yours and closing his eyes. A moment of comfortable silence fell into place between the two of you. You both just simply basked in each other’s presence.

“I loved her.” John breathed. “But she wasn’t you.”

PART 2

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Apprentice questionnaire

@thearcanaweek I’ve been sitting on this list for an age and I figured the free-day might be a good chance to share it maybe it will help someone or amuse them. The questions are grouped together loosely in a theme and get weirder as you go down.

What is their full name?

Zodiac sign

In detail describe how they look 

How old are they?

What clothes to they like to wear?

What’s their favorite piece of clothing?

Any piercings? 

Do they have any other jewelry they wear?

Any tattoos?

How old are they?

What do they smell like?

What are their four trinkets?

GOVERNMENT MANDATED FERSONA 

What kind of magic are they good at?

What kind of magic are they bad at?

Of the four, six or seven magical elements which are they most connected to? Four: fire,air water earth. six: fire,air,water, wood,earth, metal. Seven:fire, air, water, wood, earth, metal, aither.

What does their gateway look like prior to their memory loss?  What does it look like afterwards?

Do they have a familiar? If they do. What type of animal is it? What is it’s name? Is it still around after they lost their memory?

Have they ever cursed someone?

How do they handle those headaches/migraines?

What tarot card do they connect the most with?

Where were they born?

What is their favorite color?

What is their least favorite color?

Are they right handed, left handed or ambidextrous?

What were they like as a child?

What were their parents like?

Do they have any siblings? If the answer is yes how many?

Do they have any other relatives they are close with?

What are they afraid of?

What do they identify as?

Do they have any allergies? 

Do they have any other medical problems?

What about mental health issues? 

What’s that personal hygiene regimen like? 

Favorite rock or gemstone? 

Favorite tree?

Favorite type of weather?

Least favorite type of weather?

What is their favorite season? (remember winter is summer and spring is fall)

How many languages could they speak before the memory loss? How many do they currently speak?

Do they sing or play any instruments?

What do they tend to joke about?

After a stressful day how do they relax?

Guilty pleasures?

idiosyncrasies?

How do they act when they first meet someone new? How quickly do they warm up to them?

In what order would they prioritize Love, fame, money, power, and knowledge?

List four or more things they love to do

List four or more things they hate to do

List five or more things they have said that sum up who they are

How do they react to (both verbal and physical) conflict?

What kind of bad habits to they have?

What kind of character faults do they have?

What’s their best trait in their opinion?

What do they think of their appearance?

How do they interact with people in a position of authority? 

Who did they look upto as a kid?

How do they interact with kids?

Do they want kids of their own someday?

Are they religious? If so what god/goddess or gods/goddesses do they worship?

What do they think the meaning of life is?

What would they want their last words to be?

What do they want to do before they die?

What/how do they want to be remembered for after they die?

How do they express affection?

What do they normally eat for breakfast?

Do they like spicy food?

Favorite fruit and or vegetable?

Do they like sweets?

Do they drink alcohol? If they do, what do they act like when their drunk?

How do they take their tea/coffee?

What food would they refuse to eat?

Is there anything they eat that most people would find unappealing?

When going on the road what food could they not live without?

What meal gives them a sense of nostalgia?

What do they do when no one’s around?

How would they react if a prized possession got stolen?

What’s the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery?

What would their favorite modern invention be?

In a new unfamiliar place what do they do?

Someone just threatened them what do they do?

A rather well rich looking woman just dropped her purse and didn’t notice. What do they do?

What’s the worst thing someone has said to them?

What is the strangest thing they’ve ever come across?

Someone just stole food from them what do they do?

They meet a man at a crossroads. The man says they can have everything they’ve ever wanted. What happens next?

As a child what would they say they wanted to be as an adult?  ie. When I grow up I’m going to _______

What’s their D&D alignment?

What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done?

Have they ever got in trouble with the law or been arrested?

Do they know how to win a fight?

Are they good at hand to hand combat?

Have they ever stolen something?

Have they ever killed someone?

What/who do they find disgusting?

What upsets them the most?

What anime character would they be?

What disney character would they be?

What monster would they be?

What mythological figure would they be?

List three songs that you associate with them.

I’m going to re-blog it with then more adult questions for those that want them.

He Was Missing Out Babygirl- Pedro Pascal

Notes: it’s finally here!! So sorry it took so long. Hope y’all are ready. She’s long. ENJOY! Think of it as a celebration for Mando Season 2 :). Don’t mind any mistakes. Requests are open

Wordcount: 2909 (woops)

Warnings: SMUT! Age gap [reader is 30], Daddy/Little girl kink, Choking, Pedro being sexy

You and Pedro were over at his apartment for your much needed monthly movie night. You had a tough week and getting to unwind with your best friend was one of the best coping mechanisms. You two usually caught up on everything that had been going on in your life that month. Tonight though, you were avoiding any topics that had to do with your life. So, you decided to distract Pedro as long as you could.

“No, you didn’t! You’re lying!” you shouted at him. Pedro looked at you with a smirk, a gleam in his eye. You just stared back at him incredulously.

“Believe what you will, it’s the fucking truth. She never spoke to me again.” He shrugged.

You gaped at your best friend in shock. “You mean to tell me that you actually stood outside this poor girl’s house, with a boombox of all things, torturing her like a scene straight out of ‘Say Anything,’” you scoffed. Shaking your head, you started giggling uncontrollably at the image in your head. “That’s both incredibly sweet and slightly creepy,” you snark. 

“I’m a romantic! I thought it was the perfect move to finally confess my feelings. Until she threatened to call the police. I was out of there real quick. She never even acknowledged my presence ever again, and we sat next to each other in history!” He laughed at himself pitifully. He glances back up at you knowingly. “Alright, no more deflecting. Tell me what’s up princesa. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You cringe, wondering how Pedro could always read you so easily. You knew he would notice eventually but you were hoping your subpar acting skills would be able to fool him. Surprise, they didn’t. “Ugh, Pedro I don’t want to. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Well now you have to spill! There’s no wiggling your way out of this one. I’ve been dying to ask you since you stepped through the door, hermosa.” You tried not to blush at one of the many pet names Pedro loves to call you, glaring at him for pushing you. “Come on. It’ll make you feel better. I guarantee it.”

“Ok fine, but promise not to laugh too hard. I don’t think I can handle anymore embarrassment for the rest of the year,” you tease with a nervous smile. Pedro smirks back at you, waiting for you to continue. You hesitated a moment more.

“Come on! It can’t be that bad. I’ll try to behave, I promise,” he swears genuinely with a little twinkle in his eyes. You knew he would never purposely disrespect you so you reluctantly told him everything.

“Alright. You remember the guy I’ve been dating for a few weeks now?” He frowns.

“Yeah. Total asshole. What was his name? John… Jack… fuck it doesn’t really matter, I never liked him.”

You laugh at his antics, knowing Pedro never liked any of the guys you mentioned (even if he has never met a single one). “His name was Jake. And yeah, you’re right, he is a total asshole. Which is too bad because the sex was really good.”

“Oh thanks for that information,” he flinches in disgust. “As if I need to picture you with some other guy. Not exactly what I needed in my head… ever.”

“You think about me like that?” You coo. He glares at you, a little pink on his cheeks. Interesting. 

“Shut up, hermosa. You know what I mean.” Do you? “Anyways, what the hell happened this time?” He was always so nosy.

“Well as I said, the sex was great,” he rolls his eyes at that, “but it wasn’t amazing. So, naturally I asked if we could spice it up a little.” Pedro wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to blush and chuckle while you nudged him. “Except his idea of spicing things up was moving from missionary on the bed to the fucking floor. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was okay at first but a girl has needs! So I switched us so I was on top and…” you trailed off, too humiliated thinking back on it. Again. 

“And… what? He finished early didn’t he?” You smack Pedro, huffing playfully. “Hey! It happens. Especially if you have such a sexy woman on top,” he winks. 

“Shut up.” You were blushing hard at this point, both from his subtle compliment and what you were about to tell him. “Ok, I might have accidentally… sort of… I-I kind of maybe called him Daddy,” you cringe. Pedro lets out a short laugh. “I didn’t mean to! It just came out in the moment. I’ve never actually said that to anybody and clearly he wasn’t into that considering he stopped and fucking left me high and dry. It was absolutely humiliating.” You wince just thinking back on it. That was definitely a new low in your life.

“Wait, he left?” Pedro asked in shock. You just nod pitifully, unable to look him in the eyes.

“It probably didn’t help that before that I asked him to choke me.” Pedro raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning up a little. 

“Well, let me just tell you now babygirl, I would have never left you like that.”

You look up in shock, blushing at what your best friend had just said. Not only did he say he’d be into being called Daddy by you, he also called you babygirl. Your goddamn weakness. You didn’t know how to process this. 

Pedro was just smirking at you, casually leaning back on the couch and taking another sip from his beer. He knew what he was doing and he planned to use it to his advantage. “I’m just saying babygirl. Guys who walk out like that don’t know what they’re missing out on. Maybe you just need to find yourself an older man.” Fucking hell. 

You just continue blushing at him. He apparently wasn’t planning on using the whole babygirl thing sparingly. He was going full force with this new information. Pedro knew your weakness now and that thought both terrified and excited something deep within you. 

You’re still sitting there in shock while Pedro smirks over at you. “How about we get this movie started then, yeah? What are we watching this time?” he asks, situating himself to be more comfortable. 

You sputter. “Um.. I-I think I saw a-a few new movies on Netflix. Pick whatever you want. I’m just going to grab a snack. Did you want anything?” You needed to put some space between you and him for a minute. You were about 2 seconds away from just jumping his bones.

“Yeah. Could you bring whatever candy is on the counter? Surprise me, babygirl. You know what I like.” He smirked up at you. The bastard. You just meekly nodded and spun around quickly to get to the kitchen. 

Breathe, woman. Just breathe. Fuck. That man has you all kinds of hot and bothered. You start going around the kitchen to see what candy he was talking about. You find a whole variety bag and pour it into a bowl so Pedro can have his pick.

You start looking for a snack for yourself when you hear Pedro shout out, “I bought some ice cream for you! It’s that caramel one you like so much. Help yourself!”

You quickly find a bowl for yourself and serve up the sweet treat. Pedro always knew how to make you happy, even if it was just buying your favorite ice cream. You gather the snacks and head back out to the living room.

Pedro had picked a new action movie that was popular right now. You were both sitting quietly, enjoying your snacks and each other’s company. You noticed Pedro kept glancing at you whenever you raised the spoon to your lips and shifting a bit when you took it out of your mouth for another bite.

“Did you want some? I don’t mind sharing.” You told him.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. “No, no I’m fine.” You cocked your head at him with the spoon in your mouth. You took it out with a pop.

“If you’re sure…” He stared at you a bit, licking his lips and nodding. “Okay. You just seem distracted.” You go to eat another spoonful happily.

“Fucking hell babygirl. Are you doing this on purpose?” he groans.

You flush deep, both from the nickname and his sexy groan. Damn, would I like to hear that again. Repeatedly. “What are you going on about?”

He shifts on the couch a little bit. “You are a minx princesa. The things you do to me.” So there was some interest 

You giggle shyly. “I’m just eating ice cream, Pedro.”

He smirks then lunges forward to grab at your hips and bring you into his lap. You settle there, straddling him in shock. “I think I’d like some now.”

You stare at him a moment longer before startling when he squeezes your hip. You scoop some ice cream onto the spoon and bring it up to his mouth. He grabs your wrist to steady you and wraps his lips around the spoon. Your heart is absolutely racing right now. This shouldn’t be as erotic as it is. He groans a little at the sweet flavor and releases the spoon with a smack of his lips. 

“That’s fucking delicious. I see why you like it so much.” You can only nod. He grabs the bowl from your hands to put it down on the table and leans in to nuzzle your neck. He nips your earlobe and whispers, “I bet you taste sweeter.”

A shiver runs down your spine and you moan softly. He smiles into your neck, leaving kitten licks all along the side.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? You gonna let Daddy taste you sweet girl? Let him fuck you with his tongue?” he moans.

You moan even louder, rocking your hips into his. “Fuck Pedro. Please,” you whimper. You were so needy for your best friend’s touch. It was almost pathetic how easily he made you melt. 

Pedro growls playfully and picks you up off of him to stand up. “Sit down for me baby.” You gladly obey. “Shit hermosa, you’re so desperate aren’t you? Reeling at the thought of a real man pleasuring you until you scream.” You can only whimper, reaching to pull him down towards your lips. He tastes so sweet. Like caramel and something uniquely him. His lips so soft, his mustache tickling you slightly. Never in a million years did you think you would get to kiss Pedro. But, it’s finally happening. 

Pedro bit your bottom lip gently and tugged at it. You moaned wantonly. “Shirt and pants off now, babygirl.” He quickly reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and off. You lifted your hips and shucked your jeans off and over the couch. Pedro chuckled at your eagerness. You pulled him back in for another mind-blowing kiss. 

“Pedro please,” you moan. He grips your throat, gently squeezing. 

“That’s not my name babygirl. Try again,” he growls. This man is going to be the death of you. It’s like you’re meant to be together. 

“Please Daddy,” you cry out. Pedro smirked in triumph, squeezing your throat again. 

“That’s right cariño. Such a good girl.” Pedro nips at your collarbone, appreciating all of the newly exposed skin. He starts to make his way downward, kissing and sucking wherever he can. He marks you up until he gets to your panties. He starts playing with the waistband, teasingly pulling the elastic. “This is what you want, yeah? You want me to eat your sweet little pussy till you’re shaking?”

“Yes Daddy! Please… please I need you,” you practically beg. He starts to leave hot kisses at your clothed core and suck hickies into your thighs. Pedro lightly taps your thigh, signaling you to lift your hips so he can slide your panties down. He groans at the sight of you dripping for him. 

Pedro throws your panties over his shoulder and dives in between your legs. You cry out in ecstasy at the feeling of your best friend’s tongue. His mustache and stubble were leaving a heavenly burn. You already know you’re going to be red for days. 

“I knew you’d taste sweet baby. So much sweeter than that ice cream,” he says, slightly muffled. You can only choke out a moan, tugging harshly at his hair. Pedro growls at that. Fuck that was hot. You tug harder and pull him into you further. 

He continues to lap at your cunt, sucking your clit harshly. You feel him start to trace out a word with his tongue while he slides a finger into your entrance. M-I-N-E. He marked what’s his. You can’t help but preen at that, arching your back and all but screaming his name. Pedro owned you now. He has ruined any other man for you and you both knew it. 

Pedro adds another finger and pumps faster. You’re at the edge. One final harsh suck to your clit was all it took to have you screaming his name. He let you ride out your high before he kissed his way back up to your neck. 

“So fucking good for me cariño. Such a good little girl.” You whine at his praise. Pedro chuckles softly and nips at your ear. “You ready for me?” he asks gently. You nod your head and start moving off the couch onto your knees. You wanted to return the favor. “Wait, wait. You can do that next time babygirl. I need you now. Get your ass back up here,” he tells you. 

“Can I ride you, Daddy? Please,” you beg. Pedro groans and situates himself so he is the one lying back on the couch. 

“So needy. You can ride Daddy’s cock anytime cariño, especially if you ask like that.” You smile mischievously and straddle his lap. 

You slowly sink down onto Pedro, savoring every inch. You both moan when you finally bottom out. Pedro is gripping your hips tight, definitely leaving bruises for later. You swivel your hips, still adjusting to his size. He growls and reaches up for your neck again, squeezing it slightly. 

“Move baby. Fuck, you look so good on top. I don’t understand how any man can walk out on this.” You absolutely melt into him. You are practically dripping on him now. 

“Pedro,” you breathe, rocking back and forth. He squeezes your neck a little tighter.

“What’s my name, babygirl?” You whine out.

“Daddy,” you sigh. “Shit, you feel so good.” You start to move up and down on his cock, feeling every damn inch of him. “Fuck,” you whimper. Pedro smacks your ass while keeping a hand on your throat. Your eyes roll back as you arch your back. You feel Pedro grip back onto your hip and meet your thrusts with fervor. 

“Just like that cariño. Don’t stop baby.” You move faster, the only sound in the room being both of your heavy breaths and skin slapping skin. 

Pedro starts to fuck up into you harder, reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. You were already so close and his actions were about to send you over the edge. You whine and tug at his hair, moving faster. “I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum Daddy.”

“Let go for me little girl. Cum for me,” he grunts. His thrusts were starting to get sporadic, signaling he wasn’t going to last much longer either. 

Pedro squeezes your neck again and you’re falling over. You toss your head back and scream his name in bliss. The neighbors definitely heard that, but neither of you cared. Pedro starts to move you off of him but you place your hands on his chest in protest. 

“Cum in me please. I need to feel you.” Pedro growls at that and picks up his pace before you feel him spill into you. You milk him for all that he has, helping him ride out his high. He made some of the sexiest sounds you have ever heard and you make a mental note to figure out what else you can do to get him to make those noises again. 

“Fuck hermosa,” he breathes, “You’re incredible.” You blush, trying to hide your face in his neck. “Don’t get shy now babygirl. How was that for spicing things up?”

You smile and sit back up to look at him. “That… was everything I dreamed of. Please tell me we can do that again.”

Pedro chuckles. “Get your ass to my room and we can talk more,” he smirks. 

You laugh and get off his lap with a groan. You already missed the feel of him. “Hope you can keep up old man,” you giggle, already running towards his room, excited for more. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now amor.” Pedro runs after you, snagging you before you could make it through the door. “You’re mine Y/N. Please say you’re mine”

You smile sweetly. “I’m yours amor. Always have been.” You reach up onto your tiptoes to kiss his nose. “No need for a boombox this time,” you chuckle coyly. 

Pedro laughs and throws you onto the bed. “You’re lucky I love you cariño.” He kisses you deeply.

“I love you too Pedro.” You smile so wide it hurts.

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