Jake Webber + Choking (legit Till I Pass Out)

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Hi baby!!!! hmm

Earned it -The Weeknd

Viva la Vida - Coldplay

Somebody told me - The Killers

Pretty little devil - Shaya Zamora

The water is fine - Chloe Ament

Love you baby!!

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.

do you ever see someone and just think: oh my god, ruin me

I'll always get you back.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem! reader

warnings: Use of kidnapping, profiling, violence, ...uhhh my dumbass brain? I thinks that's it

A/N: I'M SO SORRY. MY MOTIVATION FOR WRITING HAS GONE KURSPLAT ON THE GROUND. I promise I'm getting there, I promise. I kind of changed how the story went, so instead of being suspected, all they know is that it could be the reader!

requested? By Anonymous, "Hi, I saw that you write for Criminal Minds? I was wondering if I could request somethin for a Spencer Reid × Reader ? Preferably where Reader is the suspected Unsub of a case the BAU is working on. Reid is the one that goes undercover with the team as backup in a social setting to try and catch Reader in the act of getting ready to commit or kidnap.

Maybe Reader is able to profile to a certain degree and instantly realizes something is off with Reid, though they aren't sure what. You can kinda take it from there if you'd like ??

Or if you need / want more ideas for a case or anything like that, I can send another ask or try to DM you about some that I might have"

story under the cut

"are you serious?"

Aaron Hotchner was obviously pissed off. The unsub had gotten away again, another body, another person dead, because his team couldn't realize that they knew who it was.

"okay, new plan! Reid, your going undercover. we know where she will be, so go to the lucky pot cassino, and get her in the act."

Aaron says, tossing Spencer a wire, and then getting into the van.

Spencer never usually dresses in a tux and a tie, but this casino won't let you in without some sort of formal wear, and he had to look respectful and respectable in order to catch this unsubs eye.

You on the other hand, were in a long black dress, and gold heels, doing one of your favorite things. People watching. You watched as a woman stumbled over her feet, obviously having had too much to drink. You watch as the man who had won it all, had re-bet, and quite quickly, lost it all. You also watched when this new guy came in. dressed in a black suit and tie, looking like he didn't belong there.

Almost automatically you could tell something was weird about him, just by the sheer uncomfortableness he seemed to have walking around the casino, and how overly nervous he seemed as well. You made a mental note of it and went on with your night.

Spencer on the other hand, had already seen you, but was still figuring out who the unsub was. All he had seen was a pretty woman in a black dress, watching him. That could mean a multitude of things.

He watched you as you walked over to the pool table, running your hand teasingly across some guy's bicep, he made a mental note of how this guy seemed to have just lost a big bet.

You leaned up close to the man, your hold tight on his bicep as you purred a few words out, running your hand back down, before walking away, the Guy following you like a lost puppy.

Spencer realized this, and was trying to decide between following you, or sitting around to try and find the unsub. He followed you, knowing very well you could have been the unsub, and he couldn't just walk away, knowing someone might get killed because he made the wrong choice.

You walk outside with the guy

"You know, I haven't had something like this happen since-"

You shut him up by smacking him over the head with the end of a gun, and he fell to the floor in a clump, and you tsked, seeing Reid in the shadows

"it always sucks when you got to make them pass out. they always talk to much" You hum.

Putting your gun back in its holster, you go to grab the guy, only to see around ten cops swarming you with guns, and you automatically let out a grunt of annoyance, lifting you hands up and sighing.

"why?" Spencer asks you, to which you just smirked.

"those who pretend to be holier then god, will soon get to meet the maker"

YAY! i hope you liked it Anon! you can send in another request if you want, or if you just wanna talk to me without reveling yourself!

I have to say legally, i did not make the Gif!

all reposts and comments are welcome!

#8 with Drew McIntyre please!

Done xoxo

This reminds me of the video of Drew Starkey saying "hey baby"

Hold up rq imma go die

Being called baby in that soft voice they have kills me. Just a simple “yeah baby?” And I’m fucking gone

hihiiii

could i request day 14:Mutual masturbation; pairing (unknown) if it’s not taken🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Hi lovey!! Of course you can!! Just let me know who you want it to be with :)

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

___

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.

___

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 ❤️

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Never knew footsies could turn into this 2/2 18+

Warnings: SMUT HEAVY SMUT. Dirty talk, degrading (not much) use of pet names,getting walked in on, praise

A/N NOTE: I AM NOT A MINOR! I can't stop minors for interacting with this, but I do not suggest it!

Requested y/n: Where they're on the misfits podcast and swagger keeps flirting with her and he keeps rubbing his foot against her ankle. After the podcast he fallows her outside and you can take it from there. Smut pls

Requested by: @samantha-rae-velcher

You rolled over, used to rolling over to get out of your bed, since one end of your bed was against a wall, and you rolled directly onto Eric.

Your eyes widened,and you Backed up again, but he groaned,trying to roll with you.

He wrapped his arm around under your legs and pulled you close, basically onto him, and cuddled into you.

You sighed,just relaxing into him as you realized what was going on,and you leaned into him, closing your eyes again.

You weren't tired anymore, but Eric had easily fallen back to sleep,so you just stayed there. About ten minutes later you started feeling really hot,and you started moving around.

Brushing against his thigh, you let out a small whimper, trying to move again, except this time you landed on his hip, and you whimpered again, a little bit louder this time then last time.

Eric stirred slightly, having heard the whimper and looked up at you "you alright?" He asked in a morning voice,which just made you hotter.

You nodded slightly,shifting again, and the underwear you had slept in had a wet patch on it.

He noticed with a gentle smirk,and wrapped his arms around you when you tried to get up,pulling you back onto him. You whimpered again,looking down

"Awww what happened? Is someone horny~" he purred into your ear,making you sit on his lap

You looked away,not wanting to answer due to the fact that yes. Yes, you were. But he didn't need to know that.

"Well then, if you aren't we can just lay here" Eric shrugs, his hands making gentle circles in your butt, and you whined,but didn't want to use your words.

"Use your words,or that's all we're gonna do" he hums out,tilting his head and smirking when you just said "no.."

He hums, flipping you two over and putting his hand behind your back "Use.Your.Words" he growled out

"F-fine. I just..." You trailed off,the embarrassment getting to you as your face heats up.

He waited for an answer,and when he realized that wasn't going to happen, he put his hand under your back and pushed you against him.

"Baby. Use your words before I make you use your words. " he glares up at you, and you blush.

He chuckles when he notices you have nothing to say,and he hums "alright guess I'll just make you~" he hums.

Grabbing your arms he forces them above your head,grabbing your shirt gently and looking up "is this okay?" He whispered up to you,breaking the persona for a minute to make sure you were okay.

You nodded,and he went back to being the persona, basically ripping your shirt upwards and then sitting back and admiring you "fuck your beautiful" he mumbles.

He grabbed your chest gently, leaning down to kiss you softly,kneading your brests in his hands.

You let out a small whimper, arching your chest into his hands, and he smirks into the kiss.

He makes his way down your body,gently rubbing your stomach "fuck baby" he hums softly,kissing your stomach softly.

You smiled,letting out a gentle exhale as you watched him, and he looks up "are you okay?" He asks immediately, seeing the slightly wince on your face.

"I'm fine. I'm absolutely fine." You say automatically, nodding quickly and wrapping your legs around his body.

He grabs your hips,and pulls you closer,pushing you right against him "fuck baby feel how hard I am for you? That all for you" he whispers in your ear,gridning himself into you.

You nodded "I-I feel it" you whispered basically silently,arching your back at how good it felt "fuck Eric~" you moaned.

"Want me to fuck you?" It was a genuine question. No trace of teasing in his voice,no note of anything except seriousness in his voice.

You nodded quickly,trying to back up more into him, and he smirks,grabbing the under wear you had slept in and looking up again, he didn't even need to ask as you nodded.

He pulls them down,and admires you for a minute,letting out a gentle exhale "oh my god you're amazing" he whispers.

You feel yourself blush,but you hum "it's not fair if im the only one naked" you mumble,sorta to yourself but he hears you and hums

"Well, let's change that,hm?" He basically groans out,and reaches down,pulling his own shirt over his body.

You just stare, and you smile,reaching out to touch him. He looked slightly confused,but you just stared,and touched him. You were trying to make sure he was real.

He chuckles when he realized what you were doing,and moves your hand down "im real baby,I'm all real" he promises,kissing your hand softly and trailing it back down.

You look up and smile softly "pants off?" You asks softly,and he nods,getting off the bed and pulling his pants down, getting back on the bed.

You just watch in amazement,blushing softly at his size.

He kisses you quickly to stop any possible overthinking,gently guiding himself to you "you ready?" He whispers softly,and you nod,wrapping your legs around his back.

He guided himself in,and groans,swearing silently "let me know when I can move" he says softly,gently kissing down your chest and to your ribcage, and you nodded "move"

That one word seemed to awaken something in him,and he started off gentle,and then picks up speed,kissing you quickly to muffle your moans,knowing your roommate was probably home.

You moaned into his mouth, his back arching gently as you gasp,tightening around him.

He thrusts for another few minutes,whispering softly praising words to you about how good you were being,and how good you fucking felt.

You tightened around him as you came,and he swears,pulling out of you as he came on your chest.

He sighs softly,laying his head on your stomach,exhaling quickly as he pants.

"Deep breaths in" you say softly and play with his hair,raking your nails down his back.

He nods,and a few minutes later get up,pulling on loose underwear,grabbing a wipe that was on your dresser and softly wiping off your chest.

You smiled,and pull on his underwear,smiling gently and pulling him onto you,cuddling into him.

He fell asleep after a bit and you went on your phone,your roommate knocking on your door

"Yo Y/-" he stares for a second "damn. Good job" was all he said before going to leave "oh wait- what did you want from McDonalds?"

You rolled your eyes "chicken nuggets and fries please"

He nods softly,and looks over at Eric "he want anything?" You shrug,and he nods,walking out "pick up extra nuggets just incase"

He nods,leaving the house.

THE END 💓

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