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Pack your shit Paul, ima get you once and for all

Pretty peach 18+

Song Rec- Bounce (Rema)

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Impact play (form of spanking)

A/N note: day 3/30 of kinkvember, Minors DNI.

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Pairing: Jey Uso (Joshua Samuel Fatu) x Fem!Reader

Tag list:@bloodlinesceo @harmshake @whatdoeseverybodywant @boundbyeclipse @velvel1901

Anon’s are always welcome!

You two hadn’t had sex in months. Months. Because he was constantly on the road, since it’s been leading up to wrestlemania where he was supposed to face his twin brother. You weren’t mad, you understood he needed to fight. Not just for money, but it was his passion, and his job,but you did miss him, and not just the way he was, you missed how he made you feel. Hearing the front door broke you out of those thoughts, and jumping off the couch you go to see.

“Shit baby. Can’t believe this is what i missed” He groans, gently holding your ass in his large hands. You were in doggy style, with your boobs pushed into the bed, your ass up, no clothes on. This man could do whatever he wanted to you, and it wouldn’t change how you felt.

You hiss as you feel his dick rub against your gummy walls, your eyes rolling back slightly “fuck baby, right there, please” You whimper out to him, your eyes closing. He grins behind you, gently smacking your ass,before thrusting into you slowly, groaning when he hears your long moan “fuckin’ jesus, you feel good.” He groans, leaning his chest against your back, his hands going to your ass to smack it in time with a deep, long thrust. “Shiiiit” You gasp out, and your eyes roll back. He knew this wasn’t enough, feeling your body start to shake. He leaves one hand on your ass, massaging the hot skin, his other hand running down your stomach, groaning into your back.

His hand finds your clit, gently tapping at it for a second, thrusting into you still, smacking your ass in time with the taps,making you gasp and your eyes roll back as you tighten around him. ‘C’mon babes, I gotchu” He groans into your back, pinching your clit as he massages your ass, the pink skin reddening under his hand. Your legs shake below you as you came, tightening around him as he thrusts, wanting to drag out your orgasm as long as he could, making you whine out his name. “I know baby, i know” He cooes to you, still thrusting low and deep into you, feeling his lower stomach tighten, his hand rubbing your clit faster “one more babes, one more, gimme one more”

heyaaaa

hi pumpkin!! how you doin??

your day goin good?

carlisle when hearing his emo son stopped a car in front of the entire school

zach eating you out for the first time 🫣

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YES, YES ALL THE FUCKING TIME

i love him sm

look at this baby

May I please request headcanons for mickey from Shameless about him having a Northside girlfriend? She kinda of ditzy(but smart in her own way) and she's sweet and posting his bail(her parents are rich or she got inheritance or whatever) whenever he's gets arrested for assaulting whoever is flirting with her. Also she's cool with Fiona and always gives her and Debbie her old clothes whenever she goes shopping. Ps she's always invited Fiona and V to go shopping.

Yeah I can!! If you wanna message me or give me your user i can let you know when its out,or you can just keep checking!!

I'm on vacation until Wednesday,so it'll be out by Tuesday or later!

It really hurt

Warnings: fluff,partying,alcohol, Shlatt joking about scars

Requested (y/n): yes. I was wondering if I could get a Jschlatt x Fem reader. He jokingly makes fun of her while on stream with a bunch of other YouTubers like Wilbur, Swagger, Ludwig, Ted Nivison, etc. But when they're at a party a couple of weeks later and they see each other, Y/n tries to avoid him but he catches her in the crowd and takes her to a more private area. You can take it from there

Request made by @samantha-rae-velcher

You were streaming late into the night with Schlatt, Wilbur,tubbo,Ranboo,and swaggersouls. You guys were currently playing a game,and you had lost,causing you to go into a rage,hitting your desk and then laying your head down to calm down.

That was when it started. Shlatt made a joking comment about how your rage got the best of you,everyone but Tubbo agreeing. You calmed down a little bit after,and went back to the game,but you yawned,stretching and groaning as your shirt rid up

"Jesus christ y/n! There are kids,cover that fat!" Schlatt mumbles,joking,but you still immedietly put your hands down,covering yourself quickly, apologizing to them.

You had backed up and stood up to get some water about an hour later. Schlatt had been commenting on you all night,making jokes,and you wanted to get away from it for a minute.

That was until you heard, "Jesus christ guys,look at the marks she has!" Schlatt announced loudly,to which you looked down,and covered your arms quickly,grabbing a hoodie and putting it on, before going to get your water.

When you were in the kitchen, you broke down,the water spilling over the cup, which was what triggered you. Sobbing as you slid down the cupboard,not even noticing that there was a metal rod on your back.

You sobbed, holding your head in your hands as you just didn't know what to do. About 10 minutes later you got up,shuffling your way back to your office. You sat down,and your voice was raspy as you commented "I think I'm gonna end the stream here you guys" hearing complaints from everyone you were streaming with,and your chat,you said goodbye,and ended the stream.

About 2 and a half weeks later, you were dressed in a black dress, and it went to about mid thigh,with a little slit in the side.

You grabbed your purse and started to walk to where the party was being held. When you got there you realized the only people you really knew were Schlatt,Eric,Tubbo, and Tommy. Everyone else here,you only slightly knew.

You went over to Tubbo as he seemed to break apart from the rest,really not wanting to talk to Schlatt. You thought you got away with it,but obviously not as would be proven in the next few minutes.

"Hey" Tubbo said simply, leaning against a table "hey Tubbo" You smile,grabbing a drink "hey look about the stream the other night-" you go to comment,but Tubbo stops you "Schlatt took that way too far. You better not be apologizing. He needs to. I'm just sorry I didn't step in"

"No its totally fine" you say quickly,surprised since you really didn't know Tubbo liked you all that much.

Tubbo nodded,and you guys talked for a bit,and then went your separate ways. About two minutes later, you were grabbed by the elbow and dragged to a corner

"look Y/n I'm sorry... I took it way too far the other night," Schlatt says quickly. You guys were now in a pretty private place,a back room that was leading off from the party. You rolled your eyes. "Look. I said way too much in the hopes for a reaction,and I didn't mean it...I took it way too far,and I think we need to talk" Schlatt says before you could get anything out. You nodded,signaling to him to keep talking.

"Okay,I said I had an explanation but I really don't" he mutters,rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You sigh,having always had a crush on the older man,so you lean up, kissing him. To your surprise,he kisses you back,pushing you against the wall gently.

You guys made out for a few minutes before you pulled away,slowly breathing in to calm yourself down "don't ever make another comment like that again" you glare,looking uo at him.

He nods quickly "I wont" he promises softly,kissing you again.

You guys walked back out to the party,and the group came up to you "hey y/n...we just wanna say we're sorry for how we treated you"

"No problem guys" you said softly,and enjoyed the rest of your night

TADAAAAAA

Reblogs are tots welcome

Oh my god.FUCK I NEED TO REQUEST MORE BUT I REQUESTED A FEW DAYS AGO lol . IT FEELS TOO SOON TO REQUEST

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @idrknothing thank you for requesting

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, fluff, Y/n gets attacked, Mickey being Mickey, kinda dark!Lip x reader, Lip attacks Y/n.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! I DONT GIVE TWO SHITS IF MICKEY IS GAY IN SHAMELESS! HE AINT IN MY STORY! SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH IT!

REQUEST: Will you do a Mickey Milkovich x female reader? Like she's with Lip,but she's best friends with Mickey,and one Day Lip gets really mad and hurts her,abd she goes to Mickeys with makeup on,but he immediately notices it,and proved to her (smut pls if ur ok with it) how much better of a bf he would be

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Y/n and lip have been dating for a long time, they had fights here and there but it never resulted in this. Mickey Milkovich and Y/n were friends since childhood, always playing together when they were young, and soon that turned into spray painting the sides of convenience stores and stealing cars. Mickey was head over to raggedy boots for Y/n, he always has been. He always holds her when she's sad, hes there for her whenever she needs it, especially when her jackass boyfriend thinks it's a good idea to hurt her.

"Hey babe, could you pass me that pen over there?" Y/n asked.

Lip looked at the pen right next to him, then looked at her.

"What, are your fuckin legs broken? Grab it yourself."

"Well excuse the fuck out of me for asking politely."

Suddenly with extreme force she was knocked off her feet, there was an almost burning pain in her nose when her back hit the cold tiles. Y/n could feel the warmth of blood run down her face and tears fill her eyes.

"Fuckin dumb bitch, thinking you can talk to me like that."

Ian and Carl were up stairs when they heard the fight brake out, for the first time in a long time Carl actually buried his face in Ian's side and began sobbing. Lip could be heard hitting Y/n, yelling absurdities, and Y/n attempting to fight back.

Ian listened when all fell silent below, the sound of the back door open and shut had him running to the nearest window. He watched as Y/n ran from the house and up the street, reaching down and rubbing Carl's back as he continued to cry.

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Y/n ran as fast as her feet would let her, the icy cold air making her nose burn more. She had two options, go back home and hope to God her parents don't see this mess, or go to Mickeys....she bolted in the direction of the Milkovich house, the snow crunching beneath her boots as she ran.

She reached the front porch out of breath, marching up the old steps and banging on the door. Y/n smiled when she heard Mickey and Mandy start yelling about who's gonna open the door.

When the bickering stopped the door opened and Mick was standing there in a black tank top and grey sweat pants, freshly showered with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Hey, Y/n-......What the fuck happend to you?"

He stepped outside, his bare feet hitting the cold porch and making him hiss. Mick spit over the railing, set down his tooth brush and began examining her face.

Her nose was bloody and bruised, her lip was split, and the side of her face was black and blue.n

"Did he do this?" Mick asked.

She didn't answer, her gaze only dropped to the floor.

Mickey nodded, gently taking her arm and leading her into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He closed the door and pulled some rubbing alcohol from his bedside drawer, Mick then grabbed a wash cloth from his clean clothes that had be neatly folded and placed on his bed.

"You do that?" Y/n asked.

He looked over at his stack of clothes, he smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, you know I don't got time for that bullshit."

"Folding your clothes is bullshit?"

"It's a waste of time is what it is. I'm gonna wearing them anyway, what's the sense in folding them?"

"So that they don't get wrinkled."

"I'm a guy who lives in a town full of bums, you think they'll give a shit if I walk around with a wrinkled shirt?"

Y/n giggled and shook her head, watching as Mickey poured some alcohol onto the cloth and came over to her.

"This is gonna sting like a bitch, but it'll clean your face." He said.

Mick gently pressed it against one of her cuts, Y/n closed her eyes taking in the smell of his room, it smelled of cigarettes and his musk.

"There you go." He whispered. "You're okay."

Y/n felt his warm lips press against hers, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed with her.

Kicking the door closed, Mickey began removing his shirt. Y/n fallowed his lead, all while kissing his neck.

Mick unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock from his boxers and lining himself up with her entrance. Y/n gripped his biceps as he slowly pushed in, both letting out a low grown.

Mandy was sitting on the couch playing videogames, when she started hearing Mick's headboard hitting the wall. A smiled spread over her face and she chuckled.

"About time."

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"You like that?" He whispered in her ear. "You like when I fuck you like that?"

Their lips crashed together once again, all teeth and tongues, full of hunger and lust. Y/n ran her hands through his hair and made a fist, pulled him closer and deepening the kiss.

Pulling away for a breath, he moved to attack her neck, grabbing both wrists and holding her hands over her head with one of his.

Mickey went from deep slow thrusts, to hard and quick. Angling their bodies perfectly so that he hit the right spot every time.

"Please, Mick...." Her voice came out just above a whisper.

"Please what? You want more?"

Y/n whined and nodded.

"You gotta use your words, sweetheart."

"Pl- ahhh.....Please Mickey, go harder."

"Please what? I'm sorry I think you got my name wrong, say it again but correctly this time."

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me harder!"

"That's a good girl."

His thrusts became harder, Mick's hand slowly ran down her body until his fingers reached her clit. He started quick tight circles, making her legs twitch and her head fall back against the pillow.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Please, Mick. Don't stop!"

"Good. Cum for me, Babygirl."

His words were enough to send her over the edge, a smirk spreading over his face when he felt her warm release coat his cock. Mickey kept thrusting until he buried his face in her neck, and with a groan he came inside her and collapsed on top.

Still out of breath, Mickey kissed her neck. His lips moving closer to her ear.

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

"Okay."

There was silence for a second before Y/n continued to speak.

"Hey Mick."

"Yeah."

"That Milkovich boy, you know the hot badass one?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"He said he's gonna kill you."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

Brat Tamer 18+

Song rec: Brat (Charli xcx)

Warnings: Swearing, Spanking, choking (consensual), Biting, Marking, Public punishment (Nothing goes in too deep, just some innuendos/ Sexual acts), Might be others, will add after.

A/N Note: I’m back for a bit, working on stuff, hopefully gonna be more of an active author like you guys deserve!! Minords DNI!!! This contains smut, as most of my stuff does!

Further links: My main Blog

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Pairing: Jacob Fatu (Jacob Parmar Fatu) xFem! Reader

Further information: Hey lovey, Hope you like it <3 @hannah-h-pleb 

Tag List: @hannah-h-pleb @harmshake @whatdoeseverybodywant

Fluff-

You and Jacob always just knew how to deal with each other. You guys fought, like every other relationship anyone has ever been in, but at the end of the day, he got you, and you got him.

You met through his cousin Solo, at Solo and Almia’s wedding, when you were standing off to the side, happy for this little slice of heaven you found yourself in. You always loved being around the family, and that just intensified when you and Jacob got together.

Loving him wasn’t easy, He had his quirks, just like you had yours. Like he got super upset at certain decisions WWE made that he couldn’t control, and would spend hours at the gym working it off. Or like how you got overly worked up watching his matches, particularly when he gets thrown into things, not that you were forgetting it was fake, but you were always concerned about him getting hurt. But no matter how big the quirks were on both of your sides, you made it work. You and him love each other too much not to make it work, or destroy your selves trying.

When you’re having a particularly bad day and he isn’t home, you’ll just go back and watch his old matches. Not just his WWE ones, but his MLW matches as well. You couldn’t help it, you were proud of all that your man has accomplished.

When you were in a social setting with him, and someone came up and either got too grabby with him, or got a little rude with you after you guys announced your relationship to the world, He would always shut that shit down. You’re his girl, and ain’t no one gonna try and compromise that, no matter who they are. Fan or family be damned.

He’s overprotective of you. I mean, how couldn’t he be? You’re his girl to love, and hold,and fuck, and secretly, the thought of anyone else ever taking his place scared the absolute fuck out of him. The thought of one day not being able to see you in his oversized shirts, or here you cheering at a wrestling match, or come home to you after a particularly hard choice was made, scared the absolute fuck out of him. He always wanted to be with you, so you and him ending? Never in a million fucking years. He'd rather die than let you go.

He loves his cousins, but also knows storylines in WWE can get messy. And messy in a way that it affects personal lives. While they try not to let it get outside of work, some of the stuff said in the ring can hit hard or un-cauterize an old wound they didn’t realise was still bleeding out slowly. So when a storyline brings you up in any way, he makes sure you don’t know about it. He isn’t trying to hide it, or, maybe in a way he is, But he never wants you to experience the same thing he did with a lot of his relationships when it came to work. But when ignoring it isn’t an option, he makes damn sure you know it was for his work, and none of it meant shit. He loves you, and he always will, and at the end of the day, that's all you two need.

As much as he loves you, His career comes first. He would never quit wrestling for you, and he, no matter how uncomfortable you were, he wouldn’t stop a storyline.He would listen to you, but at the end of the day, WWE runs what they want to run. He'll speak about it, but he won't stop one. He wouldn't ever let a romance storyline get to the point it interfered with you guys, though. But, he doesn’t have many romance storylines, so you don’t have much of an issue.

He hates being away from you as much as he hates being dubbed as ‘Solo’s right hand man’. He feels helpless, like he can’t be there for you when he’s hundreds or millions of miles away. And in a way, it's true. There's stuff that happens, that he won’t be there for. But it’s a fact of life, it's a fact of the life you two are building together.

No matter how much of a family man/friend man he is, you come first when he's home. You don’t like a friend? They're gone. You don’t feel like going to a family event? Sorry, the whole house is sick, can’t make it. You don’t feel comfortable with a certain family/friend event? His bad, he thought it was next week, and now you guys can’t make it at all. Secretly, he likes the small breaks. He doesn’t get home a lot, so when he does, he doesn’t wanna see the people he sees every Friday. He wants to see the love of his life.

Sometimes, you’ll see a couple at a mall, and it’ll just hit you. You barely ever see your boyfriend, and when you did, he was swamped by people or events, or his work called and he was out on the next flight. It just hit. So the next time he got home, you ignored your feelings for him. You tried to convince yourself it was only a few days, and you could make it. He saw through it, but didn’t push. He knew his job was taxing, for both him and the people involved. It didn’t help that there was a ring burning a hole in his glove drawer. 

Smut-

This man is as aggressive in bed as he is in the ring. You come away from a night in bed with bruises on your hips, bite marks all over your body, hickey’s in places you didn’t realize had enough room to be. There would be fingerprints all over your body from where he had gripped you, and your legs always had a little tremble in them the night or day after.

He’s a vocal man- Praise, degrading, moaning, groaning, you name it, he does it. At the start, he was a little reserved about how good he always felt, more satisfied with the pleasure he was giving you rather than the pleasure he was receiving, until you convinced him hearing him made it feel better. Now? Oh you can’t shut him up in bed. Not that you would want to.

He’s obsessed with the way your pussy squeezes him, milking him for all he’s worth, like you could never let him go. Granted, you never would.

By the third time you guys slept together, he knew all the best places on your body. Where you liked to be bitten the most? Neck or by the ear. Where you like hickeys? Chest, thighs, or collarbone. He knew the right way to rub your pussy that had you writhing for him before he even fucked you, and he knew exactly what to say to make you whine and tug at him to hurry up.

You liked being a brat, and he knew it. He knew you just liked the familiar ache between your legs after a particularly rough punishment, so he slowed it down. Gentle touches, that he knew got you the same feeling, but left you feeling unsatisfied. It was great in the moment, until afterwards, the ache wasn’t there like it always had been.

When he’s gone, you aren’t allowed to touch yourself. At all. And somehow, this man always knows. You swear you have to check the damn house for cameras, because the look in his eyes as he sees you when he walks through that door, scares and arouses the absolute hell out of you.

Vibrating underwear. If you had a testy attitude one day, Or just really wanted to push his buttons, he’d make you wear them. Some days? Non-stop vibrations, making you feel it all day. Other days? Nothing. Zilch. Nada. He liked to keep you on edge, and watching you squirm is almost as satisfying to him as watching you cum.

He was a little worried to try breath play or choking with you. He’s a big dude, standing at 6’2 and 280 pounds, he couldn’t deny it. You were small, compared to him. Hell, pretty much every one is. So the thought of his hand around your pretty little throat while he fucked you, aroused him a shit ton, but scared him even more. Eventually, he realized that having a safe word or experimenting is what you two needed.

Spanking was a go to in your household. You did something wrong? A couple spanks and a bit of a rough handling. You did something on purpose in hopes of riling him up? Lots of spanks, and just over all leaving you unsatisfied for the night. Because as he says, if you get what you want from it, you keep doing it.

Lots of times you’ve riled him up in public, it’s not your fault! It’s just so easy to get under his skin, especially when he’s finally back from a trip or work, and he just has the obvious anger rolling off him in waves, and all it would take was a teensy tiny shove to get him off the ledge. And oh god was it always a good night when you did.

While he’s an aggressive individual over all, he knows when you need gentle. He knows when you need slow, and he knows when you just need to be loved. Desired. Like after a fan hit on him in the mall, and he couldn’t be seen as rude. Or when you haven’t seen him in weeks, and a gentle loving is exactly what you need. Those nights he goes slow, and he goes deep, knowing he has to leave again, and hoping this will help you remember him enough in those weeks.

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