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primofate · 3 years

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Kinktober: Doing it raw for the first time [Modern AU] (Minors do not interact) Not SFW

Notes: And so it comes to this. I’m just jumping in >_> I don’t usually write smut but I guess I was in the mood?

Warning: gosh I don’t know where to start. no protection, rope play, breeding kink, overstim, size kink, praise kink, not proofread, giving head, established relationship. Pretty soft for Albedo and Diluc then it goes a bit hard for the others >_>

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader

Juicy stuff below the cut

Albedo

Albedo was not one to push you into doing things. Even when your bodies were pressed up against each other, the warm touch of his bare skin on yours almost sticky, yet intoxicatingly so.

“Bedo, please,”

You whimper under him as he slaps his cock against your glistening folds. So pretty, he thought to himself. Even the subtle slap of his cock on your wetness was making him shiver.

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him easily, his stature might seem small but his work with the fencing sword proved him to be strong and able. He leans in to whisper in your ear, his tip lining up to your opening. “Ready?” His husky breath tickles your ear, but before you could reply, you can feel him stretching you open.

You close your eyes and throw your head back at how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every inch of him push through you and you hear him stifle a groan. “B-Bedo...!” you mewl his name, feeling him fully for the first time, as he does you.

“Shhh...” He whispers out, trying to concentrate on the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. Trying to ground himself. Trying not to just plow you through your orgasm. He bottoms out, his whole length buried into your damp hole. He looks down to see how connected the two of you are, face flushed into one of bliss. “...Beautiful, Y/N,”

Still, he’s calm. He’s calm as he takes his hand and starts rubbing on your sensitive nub. You jerk up and you clench around him, earning another groan. “T-Tight...” He pants, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting squeezed by you.

And suddenly, both his hands are on your waist again, he pulls out nearly completely, leaving only the tip inside and you lift your head up giving him a questioning look, until he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in one swift motion. “A--aghh!” A strangled moan leaves your mouth as he ruts into you almost violently.

He can’t control himself. It’s different. His bare cock in you. “I-I can’t stop--” the bed creaks, his hold on your waist nearly bruising, pistoning himself. Grunting, groaning, hitting you in all the right spots as he hears you cry out “Mmggh! A-Albedo! There, right there!”

It’s like fuel for him, chasing his own high and yours. The friction on his cock is unreal. The wetness. The vice-grip. His head is spinning and you watch as he throws his head back in a beautiful moan. “Y/N...!” You watch as his hips continue in a magical pace, your hands suddenly gripping the bedsheets as you arch your back, reaching your orgasm before him, “-t’so good, so good! Albedo I’m cumming!” he thrusts a few more times, you can’t even feel him stiffen, just coming down from your high. He quickly pulls out and fists his cock, spurts of white shooting out to your stomach, grunting “Wish I could cum in you...”

He rarely says such things, but you grin when he does.

“How about for next time...?” you suggest.

Diluc

He’s a gentle lover...for the most part. But there are days where even he loses control as he stands above you, worshipping your body. How could he not? It was a divine gift from God. Every time the two of you tangled in the sheets, it was a little piece of heaven for him, just seeing you bare and open.

The moans that you give out are even more of a blessing. He loves to please you. Loves to hear his name in whimpers and in squeals. So, his first order of events is tasting you. Letting you cum on his face as much as he wanted, it wasn’t your choice.

Now he towers over you, your face already flushed out from the two orgasms he has licked out of you. He smiles at the look on your face, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. He lays over you and starts peppering kisses up your jaw, stopping at your ear. “On your front, darling,” He helps you turn, your ass is now grinding against his hardness and he ruts into the smooth surface of your skin as he kisses your neck. He’s deliberately slow, but you’ve anticipated tonight for far too long. “Diluc, I want you...”

He chuckles behind you, but moves up, and prods your opening with his tip. “...You’re...extremely wet...” he whispers in awe. He could guess that you were a lot more excited today than usual. So was he, the tip of his cock seemed a lot more enflamed than usual.

He pushes in, there’s some resistance but he manages to slide it halfway.

SLAP.

You yelp as you feel his hand smack your ass. “Y/N... God-- Sorry, I--” It was just too good. It was entirely different from usual. You can feel his hands grip on your ass, squeezing it as he finally rests fully inside you. You can’t see it, but he shivers. The way your walls are clamping down on him is sending him to a high.

Slowly, he pulls out halfway and thrusts in again. His pace is mellow, but you can feel every inch of him all the same. His perfect cock curves in the right places, hitting you just as you like it. “Love you, Y/N,” He has his eyes closed as he says this, reveling in the feeling of your warmth. “Love you so much,” and yet his hands are gripping your ass tighter, his pace is quickening. The control he once had is slipping fast and before long all you can hear is the loud slap slap slap of his skin hitting yours.

The feeling is intense, your face smothered on the bed as he gradually drills into you. “Diluc! Diluc!” that’s the sound he loves. The sound of your fucked-out voice moaning his name. “Ohhh feels so good... your cock feels so good... Don’t stop!” you whimper as his hips thrust at the same time he pulls you down.

He grits his teeth as he groans, “Cu-cumming!” every thrust he sends you feels like fireworks in your tummy. You stiffen up as the pleasure you feel peaks, you moan into the pillow as you orgasm, a little embarrassed at the feral sounds you were making. “Mine, all mine,” he grunts as he bottoms into you, cumming deep into your walls, and collapsing on top of you, his arms barely able to keep him propped up. He kisses your shoulder as he comes down from his high, still grunting and panting until he slips out of you, spent.

“You’re a goddess, Y/N,”

Kaeya

There’s a red blindfold round your head, and your wrists are tied up above it. Kaeya watches as you squirm a little. It’s his favourite type of play, for a special type of occasion.

Your folds are already glistening for him, and although he didn’t tie your legs up he’s got them spread wide open with his strong hands. He’d been fingering you, getting you ready for his cock. “Please,”

Of course, he doesn’t make it easy. “Please what, love?” a smirk on his face that you can’t see. “Want you in me...” you whimper out, lifting your hips up a little in hopes that you would find what you were looking for. His cock on your folds. “Whose cock do you want, Y/N?” he continues to tease you with his hands, his finger running a circle around your clit, completely avoiding it. “Yours Kaeya, just yours, please...”

He chuckles at this moment, “Good girl,” and you can feel him shifting his weight, can feel him pushing your knees up to your chest in the breeding position. Then, without any warning, he ruts into you all in one go. “Oh my God!” you keen at the painful and sudden stretch, but a few seconds later as his length pulses in you, fills you up in every corner, stars erupt in your eyes. “More, please, more!”

You’re not quite sure how loud you’re being, but he’s in total bliss at the raw feeling. “Shit...That’s my girl,” he hammers into you relentlessly, almost painfully but the pain hurts so good. “This pussy’s officially mine,” he grunts as he fucks you out, the rough in and out earning stuttered moans from you. “You cumming, pretty?” his eyes trail down towards your pressed back head, open mouth wailing him praises. “Ohh yes, yes! S-So close!”

He crouches over you and presses your tied hands onto the bed, hips blindingly fast. “Mm, such a good pussy for me. Take it, take it all...” he starts to grunt more, head dipping lower into your neck as he feels the pleasure grip all around him. “Fuck,” he spits out as he stiffens, an animalistic growl escaping his lips just as you grip tighter around him and reach your own high. “Fuuuck, you’re so good, Y/N,”

He slips out, handfuls of cum spilling out from your hole as he leans his body over yours.

Tartaglia

“Relax babe, you’re always so good at this,” He’s laid out on the bed, arms behind his head as he watches you grind your clothed pussy on his bare cock. Such a sight for sore eyes. Your lids are shut, cheeks are flushed and your mouth open in silent gasps. “You like that, huh?” His smirk is obvious, thoroughly entertained, as if watching a show that was made just for him.

“Mmhmm...” You whimper, feeling your clit rub against his long, veiny cock. Your voice seems to spur something in him as he reaches out and pulls your panties aside. “Lift up,” he commands you and you follow, propping yourself up on your knees. “Go on now,” his shit-eating grin is almost teasing, but when you line yourself up on him, tip slipping past the tightness allowing you to fully sit on his raw cock for the first time, his grin disappears and is replaced with a strangled, guttural groan. “Oh shit,” his hands grab your hips and stills you, glues you to your sitting spot.

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he closes his eyes and struggles. “Oh fuck it’s better than I thought,” he inches his hips up a little, provoking a moan from you. “I-I like this better too...” you murmur. You can feel every vein on him, every curve and thickness rubbing against your walls. Slowly he takes his hands away and places it on his side, rutting his hips up, making you bounce slightly and squeal, a signal for you to start.

You waste no time in bouncing up and down on him, hands on his chest, balancing yourself. The only sounds in the bedroom is the slap of skin on skin, your wanton moans and his animalistic growls. “Y/N, fuck,” one of his hands grips your thigh, he can feel his cock grow warmer, feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He’s nearing his orgasm and he can’t keep still anymore.

He starts plowing up against you. Your bouncing is now fueled by his hips and not your own accord, you scream at how rough he’s going, how his dick kisses your cervix with every hard thrust up. “So deep! More, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” your words string together and are hardly coherent. He takes that as a sign to keep pulling your hips down just as he thrusts up, somehow, one of his hands manage to rub at your clit despite all the bouncing and you tighten up almost immediately.

“Childe!”

“SHIT!”

The two of you scream out at the same time, reaching orgasm mere seconds apart from each other. You collapse on him, and he wraps his arms around you. He takes a few seconds to recover before he flips you over onto the bed. “...You can’t expect me to just go one round... I’m addicted now...”

Xiao

“You want to do it...without this?”

He already has the condom in his hand, and you’re laid out on the bed prettily. “...I’ve been taking birth control instead,” those words has him on top of you in seconds. He’s kissing you fervently, the bulge in his boxers seem to keep growing. Xiao is well-endowed and you know it from the countless times you’ve taken him deep in your throat.

“I love you, you know that? If you don’t want to it’s okay,”

“I want to,” the words between kisses are fast and heated. He wants to make sure you’re alright with it. He seems gentle now, but the truth is he’s insatiable in bed. He has a hunger for you that doesn’t end. As with any other session, he preps you for his cock with his fingers. One, two, up until the third one stretches you out so well and good that you start asking for more. You start asking for him.

“Xiao...Want your cock..”

He takes his fingers away and rubs your wetness on him, hoping that the slight lubrication would make it easier for you today. But it’s never easy with him. Every time is like the first time, the painful stretch of his massive girth, the way you feel so full even when it’s just halfway in.

“C’mere,” he pulls you easily towards the edge of the bed and instructs you to flip over, your ass is hanging on the edge and he thumbs in gently, positioning himself into your damp hole and slowly pushing in. “X-Xiao! S’too big... too much!”

Dear Gods the sensation is a hundred times more intense. He doesn’t even hear you talking about how big he is, he’s lost in the velvety folds of your cunt, in the way your walls stretch out to accommodate to him. He doesn’t answer you and he’s lost in the pleasure, pulling your hips back to make you stretch out all the way and take him all in. “XIAO!”

You feel like cumming just from him being all the way inside and truthfully he feels the same. He’s afraid he might cum in just a few pumps, so he takes it slow, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, to ease up the stretch you feel. “A-Ah! No! Too much!”

You start to squirm as his fingers find the sensitive nerves. This time, he hears you and replies. “Shhh... You’re doing well, Y/N,” his fingers rub faster circles on your clit and finally, he feels that he can move a little better now as you keen and rut your hips against his hand. “That’s it...” he whispers and starts at a demonic pace. He can’t help it, it’s too good. “I won’t last long, Y/N,” but you’re already at your orgasm, you’re already reaching your second, his fingers still relentlessly rubbing on you. “The best, it’s the best!” you moan and he watches as your ass bounces on his big cock. “Mmmrghhh... Fuck, so fucking tight,”

His last few thrusts are brutal. Deep, strong and forceful, until he freezes and unloads inside you with a groan.

Zhongli

You look at him as you finish up your blowjob. You see him looking down at you on your knees, obediently bobbing your head up and down. Today though, he doesn’t let himself finish in your mouth. He pulls your head back gently and looks you in the eyes. “...Y/N...Let me make you feel good,”

He gathers you in his arms and places you on his office desk, the papers are strewn around on the floor already. He kisses you hungrily, hands roaming up and down before settling on rubbing you through your underwear. “Zhongli...” He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and this time he pushes your legs apart, his cock is right at your entrance, just waiting for his pushing motion. “Last chance to say no,” he mutters and you answer with a lewd “Fuck me raw,”

He pushes through the muscle of your opening, groaning as he does so. “Gods, Y/N, you’re tighter than usual,” he doesn’t hold back. He knows you can take it and fucks into you rough. He picks you up in his arms as he fucks you and your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He’s making you bounce on his cock at a vicious pace. He can hardly steal a glance at his cock as it disappears right back into your hole. “Zhongli, c-cum in me,”

You wrap your arms around his neck, as if trapping him. Something snaps inside of him at your words and he maneuvers you onto his office chair and starts pistoning inside of you, his hands gripping the arms tightly. “O-Oh my God. Give it to me, pleasepleasepleaseplease,”

He’s never been this rough before, and you wonder if it’s because of what you said or the fact that he’s doing it raw. He isn’t a very vocal person but today he promises to give you his all. “This.is.all.yours.” he says in between hard thrusts. “Take it all, Y/N, take it--” he stops talking when his pleasure cuts him off, fireworks going off in his head and he shivers on top of you. He growls under his breath and suddenly slaps your cunt, right above the clit and your jerk up with a howl. “FUCK!”

All of a sudden he’s starting again, he’s fucking into you hard even through your orgasm. “Oh shit! Li! fill me up!” You’re shuddering under him, body out of control at the sheer amount of pleasure he’s giving you, his fingers continue to rub and tap on your clit. “C-Cumming! I’m cumming! OH ff-”

You feel him stop inside of you, and by his low groans you can tell that he’s released his thick strings of cum inside. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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domthedevil · 3 years

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hihi!! may i ask for some sub lucifer? an afab reader always used to top the shit out of lucifer in the devildom, and now that she's gone, pridey mcprideface is being driven up the WALL with horniness. a package ends up on the doorstep of hol on his birthday housing a generously realistic adjustable fleshlight, and lucifer reads the note from her in ecstasy.

he doesn't realize there's an aggressive vibrator or a soggy lubricant function tied to pact magic yet..

Your brain:

I absolutely loved this, yes thank you please comeback again djdkkalc. Its a bit of a quickie and I did change some things but I hope you enjoy!

Sounds Like You Miss Me

Lucifer x afab!MC

Warnings: masturbation, sex toys,

Another long day at work, another long day at home, and another long night without you by his side. Lucifer’s stress was beginning to weigh on his shoulders. He missed the long nights of being dominated by you. The way you made him call you master, or when you teased him too far, he missed letting himself go after a long day. You going back to the human realm made him miserable.

Coming home late one night, he found a neglected Akuzon package sitting by the front door. Sighing, thinking it was something Levi was probably dying to have, the eldest brother picked up the box and made his way to his room. Everyone was already asleep so he’d keep the box in his room for now. Mammon hopefully wouldn’t feel bold enough to steal it while it remained in the eldest’s room.

Throwing his coat and tie to the side, Lucifer sat at his desk with a tired slump. A small buzz in his pocket startled him. Not sure what to expect at this hour, he slowly took out his phone. But his mood instantly improved when he saw a text from you.

“Did you get my gift?”

Gift?

Lucifer grabbed the package he’d brought in and read the shipping label. Addressed to him.

“I’m about to open it.” He messaged you back.

Using a letter opener, he cut the thin tape holding the box closed. Rummaging a moment Lucifer found your “gift”. His breath hitch in his throat as he pulled out a rather intimidating flesh light. Grabbing his DDD he frantically began typing.

“What is this exactly?”

“I had something made for us. I thought maybe my good boy missed me a little.”

“Hmph. Good boy? Never heard of him.”

He smiled as he texted with you. The exchange felt like you were right here with him. Like he was just waiting for you to come home and treat him how he deserves to be treated. What he really missed was holding you. Kissing you softly throughout the day. But soon your texts grew more lewd. You teased him. Telling him how much you missed seeing his face twist when he enters you. Or how he moans extra loud when you nibble a spot juuuust beneath his ear. Lucifer in turn played back.

Not realizing how excited he was getting, Lucifer began eyeing the toy you had sent him. Though a little embarrassing, it was oh so tempting.

“Tell me about this...gift.”

“Well...it’s suppose to feel like me.

You should let me know what you think.”

Your second text made his cock twitch. Putting his phone down, he walked away from his desk a moment, removing his belt and his gloves. Trying to do something other than give in to the gift you shamelessly sent him. What if his brothers had gotten hold of this?

Sitting back down at his desk, the top buttons on his shirt came undone as he rubbed at his chest. He was getting warmer, more curious about this toy that was going to feel like you. Palming at himself through his trousers, Lucifer let out a low moan. Maybe he did miss you more than he thought. Slipping his trousers down, Lucifer stroked at himself slowly. He wondered if you’d been touching yourself too. How much your body missed being wrapped around his cock. Did it miss him as much as he missed being under your command?

A single buzz from his DDD broke his concentration.

“Call me...I’ll teach you how to use it.”

How to use it? Lucifer was smart enough to know how to use a sex toy as basic as this. Picking it up, he admired the soft fleshy end of the sleeve. He licked his lips as he noticed some resemblance. But all it did was make him miss your sweet walls around him. Precariously he pressed his tip against the entrance, letting the texture of the folds on the outside tease his shaft before entering the toy. Immediately his phone rang.

“I told you to call me.” Suddenly the toy slipped from Lucifer’s fingers and sank on his dick. Fully squeezing his entire member. “Do you like your toy?”

Lucifer whined at the sudden, pleasurable sensation. The toy seemed wet and slick inside, making Lucifer’s hips shake.

“Hmph, it’s seems to like me. What is this MC?”

“Like I said...a gift.” Lucifer thought he heard a hint of heavy breathing from you. “You must have really missed me to use a toy like this. How cute.”

“You sent it to me...” his dark chuckle was soon interrupted.

Lucifer’s hips jerked as the toy began to slowly move itself up and down his shaft. He couldn’t believe he fell for some enchanted toy. But it felt amazing. The ridges and smooth cushions inside this toy reminded him of you. The sensation almost too realistic. It’s movements were slow but erratic, almost random.

“Sounds like someone really missed me.” Your small laugh over the phone caught his attention again. His moans had been low and breathy, but as the toy picked up speed his voice groaned and sighed heavier.

“Well...you certainly made an impression here.”

“You mean I tamed you? How cute.”

“Hmph. Don’t be so fooli-hnnng!” The walls in the toy tightened around him. Lucifer went to grab the toy to slow it’s pace, but he was met with a strange but familiar force.

“No touching.”

The sweet bondage of your shared pact kept his hand from moving any further. Forcing his hand to his side as the other was left clinging to the phone. The only part of his body that seemed to be able to move was his hips. A low whine slipped through his gritted teeth.

“Good Boy.”

The toy moved at a merciless pace as you listened to him whimper and moan into the phone. It became moist with precum, helping his cock glide and and out of it easily. Perhaps a lot of precum as he felt extremely wet and warm inside this enchanted toy. Your breathing was labored, Lucifer noticed. You must be touching yourself. He thought about your wet heat sucking him in just like this as he began to reach his limit.

“MC...Im going to come.” He tried to hold back any embarrassing noises as he reached the edge.

“So soon? How pathetic. You’ll have to use this toy to train yourself again. I’ll be back eventually...and you’re going to be in for it.”

“Y-yes MC. I’ll train. Just let me come.”

“Shhh...okay. For being such a good boy you can come for me.”

“Th-thank you.” He mumbled his gratitude despite the burning pride he wished to uphold. The sudden release with your permission took his breath away a moment. He even heard your own breath hitch in your throat. It took a moment to catch his breath. Completely taken back by how quick he came and how fast you were able to get him off.

“Mmmm...I’m glad I put this together. I’ll be honest with you Lucifer. That’s not just an enchanted sex toy...”

“I saw. It was made to feel like you. Very realistic.”

“Actually...it’s an exclusive portal, just for you. Whenever I give you permission, you can fuck me through this. If you earn it that is.”

Lucifer sat dazed a moment. That’s why it felt so good. He’d missed the feeling of you so much he must have underestimated how badly he needed to give himself some release.

“I have to say you have impeccable taste in gift giving.”

“I knew you’d like it....I miss you.”

“...I miss you too.”

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solaneceae · 3 years

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REFUGE : a MFKZ oneshot

AO3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/33567571

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So... Things weren't looking too great.

Vinz pursed the lips he didn’t have, looking up from his sketchbook- he wasn’t a good artist by any means, but mindless doodling had always been his go-to activity for stress relief. Unfortunately, Angelino hadn’t moved an inch. Hadn’t for days now.

Nobody knew what was wrong with him- they’d tried just about everything to wake him up, to no avail. It was like his body was fighting against itself- the professor’s words, not his. Something about his weird biology shifting, disrupted by recent stress.

Well, whatever was going on, his best friend looked awful- his usually inky black skin had an unhealthy ashen tint, deep shadows under his eyes making him look even more bug-eyed than usual. He was also eerily still and silent, save for his deep, raspy breathing, and his eyes that sometimes moved rapidly for a few minutes before stopping. Beads of sweat were gathering at his temples, his clavicle, his stomach, falling slowly on the fabric of the couch he was laid on- one of the only pieces of furniture in the bare little cabin they’d been assigned to.

Or confined to, given the disapproving looks the hothead got from their saviors whenever he tried to go further than the water hole behind the wooden house.

Their saviors- the luchadores. As crazy as it sounded still, him and Lino had been rescued from that nightmare facility by none other than their wrestling idols- and had the circumstances not been this terrifying, Vinz definitely would’ve been fanboying all over the place. Both Tigre and Diablo were even more impressive up close, their booming, commanding voices rattling his bones.

But that was the thing- the admiration, the awe, the fluttery feeling of being starstruck… it hadn’t lasted very long. Not when they were running from bloodthirsty aliens -aliens!- with some weird old man who knew way too much about Lino for it to be comfortable.

Vinz groaned, getting off the floor- his joints cracked as he walked to the couch to sit by Lino’s bedside, feeling completely useless. He stifled a flinch when he spotted a few roaches in the palm of Lino’s hand, apparently watching over their beloved master.

It was equally sweet and gross, in Vinz’ opinion. But he couldn’t be mad- not anymore. Not when the swarm of crawling black pests had been the cause of their salvation. He distantly wondered if his friend’s true nature had something to do with the strange connection he had with his roaches.

Yeah… That was another thing he’d had to unpack in the last few days. He’d figured from Angelino’s recent athletic exploits and murder-y, tentacle-y episodes that something very weird was up with his best friend. But this… this was a little too much.

As it turned out, Lino was an alien. An honest-to-God alien- or at least, half of him was. The guy had never, ever talked about his parents, his earliest memories only going back to the orphanage they’d both grown up in. God knows how he’d ended up there, but considering how the Machos (and what stupid-ass name that was for an alien race, for real) seemed to view relashionships between humans and their kind… Vinz could take a guess at how that little love story had ended.

He wasn’t an idiot, despite what all the people he’d worked with might think. In the short moments where he’d been conscious and the big suit guy was around, he’d heard him mention something about ‘finishing what he’d started’ as he glared at Lino’s unresponsive body.

That had told Vinz everything he needed to know. Whoever Lino’s parents had been, they were long dead. And that man was responsible for it.

Angelino didn’t need this. He didn’t deserve any of this, to be torn from his family, hunted down like a rogue animal, and even now, being looked down at like some interesting science experiment.

Oh, Vinz saw them alright. The curious stares, the inquisitive glances. The hushed conversations between the masked men, like Lino held all answers.

Like he’d said- he would’ve fanboyed hard about his favorite fighters being around. But the way they looked at and talked about his best friend made his blood boil and his flames burn hotter. It didn’t matter that Lino was a hybrid, that he had freaky powers, hell, he could’ve been the second coming of Jesus for all Vinz cared.

Angelino was his best friend in the whole world. They’d been through so much together, even before this mess- they’d been living together their whole lives, they trusted each other, supported each other no matter what.

Vinz had wondered why he’d been so angry at Lino, at that girl. He briefly considered the possibility that he was harboring feelings for his best friend, that it was jealousy. But it quickly occurred to him that no, that wasn’t the nature of his feelings for the black ball-headed man.

Vinz loved Lino, yes. More than anything in this world, if he was being honest with himself. But he wasn’t in love with him- there was a distinct difference. He wanted to protect him, stand by him. He wanted them to keep watching dumb movies together late at night, on their shitty couch, in their shitty apartment and yet shittier neighborhood. And he’d be content with that- as long as Angelino was here, he’d be okay.

Angelino. His best friend. And his partner, for life.

This ran probably deeper than mere friendship- not like Vinz would know how to even call it. It might not have been romantic… but it felt equally as strong, and precious. Vinz sighed, crossing his arms on the couch and resting his skull between his arms. He’d considered running away- take Lino and run, run on the line between ochre sand and purple skies of the desert. Hide out somewhere, wait for everything to finally blow over. Watch over Lino until he woke up, as he was doing now.

But that was a pipe dream, and Vinz knew that. They weren’t the survivor types- they’d just die within a few days without the luchadores’ help, and then what? No, as much as Vinz disliked it, staying here was the smartest thing he could do right now.

So Vinz kept watch- gently cleaning Lino’s exposed skin with a wet sponge when his body ran too hot, replacing the cool rag on his forehead and eyes. Covering him with a blanket when he got too cold, whispering hushed reassurances.

Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.

I’m here.

I’m not leaving.

Come on Lino, please.

Come back to me, okay?

I can’t do this shit without you.

I’ll be better, I promise.

I’ll protect you this time, so please.

Please wake up.

#mutafukaz #mfkz #angelino diaz #vincent scavo #vinz #queerplatonic vingelino #vingelino #they're qpps your honor #this takes place after they escape the alien facility #before lino wakes up in the movie #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot

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Make or Break (Loki Oneshot)

Summary: Loki and the reader are paired up for a mission to sneak into a newly discovered Hydra facility. If they are successful, S.H.I.E.L.D. may promote the reader to allow them on a larger variety of missions.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 6,831

Warnings/Disclaimers: Some cursing, violence, mentions of blood and injury

A/N: I lied on the word count when I posted the excerpt. I touched the text again trying to review for the millionth time.

Masterlist

Leaning back in your seat, you perused the tablet holding the mission information for the fourteenth time. It was supposed to be quick and simple, but it didn’t mean you should be any less prepared. Sneak into the newly discovered HYDRA base, download the data, extract the target and get back to headquarters in one piece. You’re only worry was who S.H.I.E.L.D. paired you with to complete this mission, the god who neglected to attend the briefing. You had worked with Black Widow and Hawkeye before, but that was it. You were a lower-level field agent whose clearance did not allow for you to go on the bigger missions with the other Avengers. No teaming up with super humans, gods or tech wizards for you. Or so you thought.

Your superiors thought it was a great idea for you to tag along with Loki this time. He had been a tentative Avenger for about five years now and was trusted enough to go on solo missions. Even though he could do this mission perfectly well on his own, you knew exactly why you were there. It was a test. You had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. for a few years and were due for a promotion soon, but one you had to prove you were ready for. If everything went well, your ranking would be elevated and you’d be going on the higher priority missions. Loki had unwittingly become the key to success. The rumors were he was notoriously hard to work with, and if a person could successfully complete a mission with him, they were ready to be promoted. However, that rarely happened. Most of the agents Loki had been teamed with wound up either leaving for good or asking for a desk job, regardless of how successful they were.

You lowered the tablet as Loki strode with the grace and confidence of a panther onto the Quinjet. Instead of picking a seat, he came to a halt in front of you. Straining your neck, you kept your gaze up and locked with his. You may have been sitting but the man had no right being so tall. He was absolutely trying to intimidate you, to break you in that moment. You wondered if all the talk about him being difficult were true. Despite both of you working at S.H.I.E.L.D., you had only met in passing. You can’t exactly get a good read on someone’s personality when the only time you see them is at the other end of the hall. The most you two had ever done was a quick nod of acknowledgment before going back to work.

“Agent,” he finally spoke, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Loki,” you nodded like usual.

He took the seat across from you without breaking eye contact. You desperately wanted to return to your tablet. He was turning you into a nervous wreck, but you would not let him know that. Letting your stubbornness win, you kept up the staring contest that could have lasted an eternity. It was only when the Quinjet lifted off that he nodded back, a book appearing with a green shimmer in his hand to steal his attention away from you. Quietly letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you returned to the mission information.

The Quinjet touched down a ways from the HYDRA base in a forest clearing. For the sake of stealth, you had to go on foot for the rest. Reaching the edge of the forest, you and Loki scoped out the area containing what looked like an abandoned building. You knew better though. Your intel suggested there were a handful of basement levels where the HYDRA operatives were working. It also didn’t help that they had tiny, mostly well-concealed cameras around the building. That was the first hurdle.

Crouching in the grass behind the trees, you pulled open one of the pouches on your utility belt for the device you were going to need. Connecting it to the main wiring for the outside cameras would allow you to fake the feed so it would playback only recent footage, preventing their security from seeing you enter. All they could possibly notice is a slight flicker on their screens when the connection was made. With the device in hand and powered up, you looked to Loki. Surely he had seen these before working with the other agents. With a tilt of his head, motioned for you to keep quiet and close. He waved his hands over to two of you, a green mist shrouding you and tingling your face momentarily, and was on the move, stepping out into the clearing.

You tailed Loki as closely as possible without stepping on his heels. He had used some sort of invisibility charm to conceal you both, but you had no idea what kind of distance from him was allowed to keep it working. Reaching the building, you followed Loki around the perimeter until you found the mounted box that acted as the juncture for camera wirings. Running from the bottom of the box into the ground was the main wiring casing. You placed your device on the PVC casing and held it in place as it cut through the tube. When it finished, you pressed the button to lock it in place and waited for it to attach to the right wires, the device flashing green briefly when it finished. Thank the gods for Stark and his technology making things easier.

Locating a side door, Loki opened it a sliver to peer inside before ushering you to slide inside. Once you two were in, he gently pulled the door shut. Unsurprisingly, the area was like an empty warehouse and yet oddly clean. Had the building truly been abandoned, dust and cobwebs would have adorned the tall, industrial shelving and its contents. Slinking through the aisles, you managed to find the elevator with stairs nearby leading to the lower levels. You both silently agreed on the stairs.

Basement floor one was fairly sparse, but still held a few HYDRA agents on patrol. What you needed was probably down a couple of levels for security reasons. It was on the third basement level where things were getting more interesting. There still weren’t many people on this floor, but there was more variety. Men in officer uniforms and lab coats occupied these halls. Loki led the way under the subpar lighting for the next phase. You needed to find a terminal where you could plug in the flash-drive you were assigned and run the program for data extraction.

Spotting one near a large set of imposing doors, you tapped Loki’s arm to point him in the right direction. His reaction was somehow both predictable and surprising. He snapped his head around with an incredulous look on his face like how dare you touch him. Arching an eyebrow, you challenged him and pointed to the terminal console. A touch of tension rippled away from his shoulders as he huffed softly, leading you in the new direction. At the terminal, you inserted the drive and typed in the commands to run the program. As you waited for it to finish, you searched for information on the target’s location. All you had received in briefing and the mission files was the person’s name was Timothy Lawrence. Hopefully, that would be enough to find him in the database.

As you were scanning through anything that could be relevant, you were suddenly snatched away, shoved against the unforgiving metal wall and chest-to-chest with Loki. You were about to protest when you heard footsteps clopping in your direction. Making yourself as small as possible, you flattened yourself against the wall which allowed for Loki to bring himself closer. Although you were still invisible, it was only a visual trick. Sound or touch would shatter the illusion. A scientist and guard rounded the corner, not paying heed to the console, and passed through the doors next to it.

Relaxing slightly when the doors swished shut, you ducked under Loki’s arm to return to the console. You found a list of test subjects, and sifted through the test subject numbers until you stumbled on the one that was close.

Subject: 604

Initials: T.H.L.

Sex: Male

Age: 6

Location: 409

None of the other initials had fully matched the name you were given, so the chances this was the target were slightly more favorable. You closed out your search and the data extraction finished about thirty seconds later. Swiping and tucking the flash drive away safely, you nodded to Loki who immediately headed back to the stairs and brought you down to the fourth basement floor.

While creeping around the lower level to locate the correct room, dread gurgled in your stomach. You had heard of HYDRA’s child experiments, but actually being in its presence was entirely different. The kid was only six. What the hell were they doing to him and why? And did S.H.I.E.L.D. know how old the target was and not divulge that information to you? Wouldn’t that be important? You had to shake your head to bring yourself out of your self-made rabbit hole. Those questions could be answered later. You needed to focus on finding the kid and getting him out.

Loki stopped suddenly, you almost running into him. He gave you a pointed look and rolled his eyes. You had reached your destination. You pressed the button to the side of the door, allowing it to slide open. The room was filled with computers, some life monitoring systems. Those were alongside a table where an unconscious, small boy was strapped down. Loki closed the door and with a snap of his fingers, cancelled the invisibility charm as you made your way to check on the kid. His little eyes shot open upon hearing Loki, pupils dilating with fear and panic.

“Shhh... It’s alright,” you cooed softly, holding your palms out in front of you. “We’re getting you out of here.”

The little boy stilled, confusion transitioning to tentative understanding. That was until he saw Loki. A strangled squeak barely breached his throat. He struggled against his restraints, looking like he wanted to phase through the table to get away. You turned to Loki who held his hands up and backed away, the hurt clearly evident on his face.

“Hey, look at me.” You reached for the boy slowly, but his eyes were still focused on Loki. You cupped his face between your hands. “He’s with me.”

His eyes darted back to you, still scared out of his mind.

“Timothy, right?”

He nodded with tears threatening to soak his face.

“He’s working with the Avengers now. He’s here to help.” You brushed his matted hair away from his sweat slicked forehead. “We are getting you out of here. You’ll be safe, okay?”

He nodded again with a sniffle. You looked back at Loki and waved him over. Making himself as non threatening as he could manage, he stepped to the other side of the table. You two worked on undoing the padded restraints. Once free, you helped Timothy sit up, his arms shaking like a leaf in the wind. How long had he been kept like this? He could barely support the upper half of his body. If if arms were this bad, you didn’t even want to know how badly his legs atrophied.

“Here.” You spun around so your back was facing the table. “I’ll carry you.”

Loki strode over to help Timothy drape his arms over your shoulders and kept him in position as you hooked your arms under his legs to hold him up. Ready to be back on the move, Loki placed his invisibility charm over the three of you. He led you back through the compound only stopping to keep you all from running into HYDRA agents. It wasn’t until you had reached the stairs on the third floor when the alarms went off. You and Loki looked at each other momentarily before booking it. Between the sirens and pounding feet, it’s not like you needed to worry about being quiet anymore.

Dodging various agents sprinting up and down the stairs, you made it to the ground floor which was now filled with armed guards to prevent your escape. Thankfully, they still could not see you, but you needed to get past them to reach any of the doors. Loki pulled you to the side behind some shelving, cloning himself in the process. His now visible clone teleported near the guards who proceeded to fire at it. The distraction allowed you to sneak back out the side door, but the door slamming shut did not go unnoticed. You were almost into the forest when the agents funneled out of the building, showering you with bullets.

With the illusion broken, Loki slowed to place himself in between you and the agents, raising a barrier to stop the bullets. Timothy clung to your suit as tightly as his little hands could, his whimpers barely audible over the gunfire and shouting. The Quinjet was just becoming visible through the trees and brush.

Stumbling once or twice, you glanced back to try to catch his attention. “We’re almost there, Buddy,” you huffed. “Just keep holding on.”

He nodded as he shoved his face in your shoulder. The ramp to the Quinjet lowered as you reached the clearing. Not waiting for it to lock in place, you hopped onto the ledge with Loki hot on your heels. While you settled Timothy into a seat, Loki closed the ramp and informed the pilot to lift off. The cacophony of bullets pinging the jet like clanging pots and pans grew quieter as you took off for home.

You let out a sigh of relief and slumped in your seat, an arm wrapped around Timothy who had curled into your side. The older sibling in you, a roll that had been ripped from you all too early in life, took over as you gingerly carding your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep. Being so focused on the kid, you almost missed Loki giving you an appraising look. He was standing near the cockpit, watching you two curiously. With a sudden furrow of his brow, he strode over and knelt next to you.

“You’re injured,” he stated before you could get a word out about his strange behavior.

“What’re you talking about?” You looked down to find a small trail of blood originating from your left calf. That was when you finally felt it. The adrenaline-fueled chase must have fogged up your brain enough for you to not notice you had been shot.

Loki lifted your leg to get a better look, you hissing in pain as he did. You did your best not to squirm so you wouldn’t wake Timothy from his well-deserved rest. Your free hand gripped the edge of the seat. Had you not been wearing gloves, Loki would have seen your knuckles turn white.

Materializing one of his knives, he carefully cut and removed the offending pants leg that blocked his attempt to tend to your wound. “I will need to remove the bullet,” he said, returning to his feet to grab the first-aid supplies.

Grimacing at the thought, you shook your head. “Let’s just throw some antiseptic on it and wrap it. The bullet can wait until we get back.”

“Tch. Stubborn mortal,” he scoffed. “It will only be worse for you if we do that.”

He returned to your side with the supplies. He paused to look up at you and then Timothy. Placing a glowing green palm on the boy’s forehead, he muttered something in an unrecognizable language.

“There. Now he won’t be disturbed for the next few hours.”

Without giving you a chance to protest further, he cleaned your wound before starting on the bullet. Luckily, for both of you, it was not too deep. You still tore off a glove to bite down on in an attempt to not focus on the pain, but it could have been worse. Loki was surprisingly gentle throughout the whole ordeal. Although, you couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t just use his magic. Had he exhausted his abilities having used them for most of the mission?

A light squeeze to your knee brought you back to reality. Loki had finished wrapping your leg and proceeded to sit himself on the other side of Timothy. You tried to stay awake to keep an eye on the peaceful boy in case he woke up. After several times of you catching Loki watching you and Timothy, you gave up and allowed sleep to overtake you.

Timothy stirred when the Quinjet touched down, your arm still around his tiny frame. Moving to stand and prepare to leave, you felt his fingers dig into your suit, not ready to part from you just yet. Instead, you pulled him into your lap and stood to carry him out, ignoring the leg that caused a slight limp in your gait. As if on cue, his limbs wrapped around you like a spider monkey. Meeting you as you exited the jet was a medical team. A nurse swept in to take Timothy with them to the med bay, but Loki placed himself in front of you. The nurse stepped back fearfully bumping into one of her teammates. The crew looked at a loss of what to do until Agent Hill stepped through the doors.

Sighing, she motioned you inside. “Let’s get him to the medical wing.”

What an odd locomotive you all made moving down the halls. Hill was in lead with you following directly behind her. Loki stayed close to you, a hand ghosting your back between your shoulder blades. The medics were in last as they tried to keep up without getting too close to Loki. Timothy shifted in your arms like he was trying to get more comfortable. Rubbing his back, you pressed forward. What you weren’t able to see was that he kept peering up at Loki with the smallest, shyest possible smile.

Finally reaching the room the medical team was going to perform a checkup on the kid, you set him down on the bed, but he still wasn’t ready to let go. You were able to pull away just enough to see his face. He didn’t seem quite as scared but it was clear he was not fond of the medics. While some wore scrubs, the rest had lab coats that were too similar to the HYDRA scientists.

“They aren’t here to hurt you,” you smiled softly. “They just want to make sure you’re not hurt or sick, okay?”

He released his grip on you and folded his hands in his lap, allowing you to take a step back.

“Would you feel better if we stayed in the room?”

Looking between you and Loki who was currently behind you, he nodded vigorously. You smiled back and moved to lean against the far wall, close enough to see you but not enough to crowd the medics. Loki looked thoughtfully at Timothy who stared back at him with hopeful eyes before joining you.

A couple weeks later, you were at your station, rummaging through emails. You found one about Timmy, as he preferred to be called, being transferred at the end of the month to another facility where other children rescued from HYDRA were residing. At least he would be with kids his own age. Through the tests the medical team had run, it turns out Timmy was enhanced. HYDRA had taken him and his family, but left only him alive when they learned the rest of his family held no mutations. S.H.I.E.L.D. would not divulge to you what his abilities were, but considering how quickly he bonded with you and Loki, you were at least allowed to contact and visit him every so often, something you planned to work into your schedule.

You closed out your emails upon hearing approaching footsteps. Agent Hill was speed walking towards you with a folder in hand.

“Good morning, Agent,” she greeted you with an infectious smirk, holding the folder out to you.

“Good morning, Agent Hill.” You took the folder and checked the paperwork inside. Holding back a squeal, you hugged the folder to your chest. “Really?!”

“Congratulations!”

You bit your lip to contain your excitement. “I wasn’t really expecting this, especially so soon.”

“Well, I shouldn’t be telling you this but...” She sidled up next to you, lowering her voice. “I did read Loki’s report. The partner review section is usually filled with snarky comments and insults. Your’s was different. It was glowing compared to past reports.”

You tilted your head at her in confusion. There was plenty for him to complain about. You were not perfect. Your skills as a field agent were slightly above average, nothing to write home about. There was a lot you could do better.

“There was only one word.”

Arching an eyebrow, you nodded for her to continue.

“Tolerable.”

That was a glowing review?! You had to stop yourself from laughing. You really did not want to know what he wrote about the others.

After the mini-gossip session, Agent Hill left you to continue her other tasks. With a slight bounce in your step, you headed to the break room for some coffee. You were later than usual, but everyone on this floor was usually pretty good about making sure the coffee pot was never left empty. Opening an overhead cupboard, you groaned to yourself. All the mugs were on the higher shelving. Where were the ones that were normally lower? You weren’t sure you could reach even if you stood on your toes, but damned if you weren’t going to try anyways.

“Having trouble, Agent?” a low voice queried from behind startling you.

About to lose your balance, you tried to put yourself back fully on your feet but overcompensated and fell backwards instead. A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, preventing you from hitting the ground. You righted yourself and spun on your heel to face the trickster.

“Thanks, Loki...”

“You’re quite welcome, Agent.” The way he emphasized “agent” made you nervous. You weren’t sure if it was in a good or bad way.

He reached past you into the cupboard. Grabbing a couple of mugs, he offered you one with a sly smile. “Is this what you needed?”

Of course he could reach with no problems. You cleared your throat as you took one from him. “Y-yes. Thank you.”

Turning back around to face the counter, you started to pour coffee into your mug. Loki slid in next to you and turned on the electric kettle. You caught him watching you from your peripheral vision as you moved to the fridge for creamer. Having added just the right amount, you leaned your back on the counter. You take a sip, the mug a barrier to hide part of your face.

“So... What brings you here?”

He motioned to the tea bag he had pulled from the container on the counter.

You rolled your eyes. “Is that all?” This floor wasn’t even the normal floor he visited. What was he up to?

“Yes, Little Agent,” he smirked. “This break room is much quieter than the one normally inhabited by the beloved Avengers.”

Snickering, you took another sip. “Right, right.”

Knowing he had been caught, he shifted his focus on the water just starting to boil.

You pushed yourself away from the counter. “Well, I need to get back to work. See you around?”

“Indeed, Agent.”

Timmy flew into your arms as you knelt near the ramp of the Quinjet. “You’re going to come visit, right?”

“Promise,” you reassured him with a grin. How this kid managed to bounce back so quickly was beyond you, but seeing him this happy brought a spark of warmth to your chest. This was one of the reasons you joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

He let go and peered around you sheepishly. “Mr. Loki?”

Looking over your shoulder, the mischievous god was leaning back near the door preferring to watch from a distance. He ducked his head to hide the light smile on his face. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Turning away so Loki couldn’t see, you smiled at their interaction. Who knew Loki could be a softie.

An agent appeared at the top of the ramp, ready to bring Timmy onboard.

“Be good for them, okay?” You ruffled his hair and stood up.

He nodded and hugged you one more time before running off to the agent. He turned back before the ramp closed, giving you and Loki a wave goodbye. With the Quinjet taking off, you spun on your heel and made your way to the door.

“You are much too kind.”

You hand paused on the door handle. “I’m sorry?”

Loki faced you, a scrutinizing look in his eyes. “You are too kind for this line of work.”

“I can handle it, Loki. I have my reasons for being here,” you scoffed, arms folded across your chest.

“I never said it was a bad thing.” He smirked at you and opened the door for you to enter first. “It’s rather refreshing.”

This god really knew how to flip an emotional switch. You just shook your head and proceeded inside, deciding it was better to not stand around argue with him. There was a new mission briefing for the two of you to attend, and you were not about to let him make you late.

Fury kept pairing you and Loki for missions. Sometimes another field agent or Avenger would tag along for support, but for the most part it was just you two. Most of the missions involved as much stealth as possible, but combat was inevitable in some cases. Loki might as well have glued himself to you during those moments. He never left you when a fight broke out, going so far as to stand between you and the shots fired in your direction. Guess he found a little more than “tolerable”.

Even outside of the missions you wound up spending time together. With the promotion, your work station had been moved to the same floor as the Avengers which meant you also shared the break room and training facilities. While Loki never showed up at your workstation, he did “happen” to come across you everywhere else, usually sticking to the background when others were around.

“You know, Loki, stalking someone generally involves the stalker not being in plain sight,” you teased, using a towel to wipe the sweat from your face. Training with Nat, as she nearly demanded you to call her, was intense but absolutely worth it. You attributed the recent mission successes to her as you may not have survived with out her guidance.

“Tch. I would not consider it ‘stalking,’ merely watching your back,” he scowled, clearly not amused.

“Calm down, Mischief. I’m only joking,” you grinned, nudging past him out the door. “But seriously, you don’t need to constantly ‘watch my back’. We’re at S.H.I.E.L.D., not on a mission.”

Following you, he taunted, “Then, I suppose you would prefer to be left alone. I see how it is.” He feigned being hurt by your words.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” you deadpanned.

His pace quickened until he spun in front of you, forcing you to a halt. “Then, my little agent, what do you mean?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him in a moment of silence. For whatever reason, he had taken to calling you that a few months ago. You were oddly okay with it, possibly even liked it though you were not ready to admit that just yet.

“What I mean is...” You took a step closer, now mere inches away, heart thundering in your chest. “You are allowed to talk to me when there are other people nearby.”

He leaned in, pushing how far this little standoff was going to go. “So I have your permission now? Thank you so much.”

“You never needed it.” Gods, you were so close now. You could have just gotten it over with and kissed him, but the thought of his reaction stopped you. Loki could be so hard to read. You couldn’t take anything at face value. It would not surprise you if he were messing with you now. But you could always try to catch him off guard...

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” you smirked and stepped around him. “I would like to get cleaned up for my date tonight.”

With that, you darted into the locker room, leaving the trickster frozen in the hall, mouth agape.

“He does like you,” Timmy said sporadically yet nonchalantly as he kicked the ball to you.

“‘He’ who?” You kicked the ball in the air towards him.

“Mr. Loki.”

You rolled your eyes at his “no duh” tone. “Maybe as a coworker.”

“Nooo!” He bounced the ball off his head, letting it then hit the ground to be forgotten. “I mean ‘like like’.”

You were about to scoff but thought back to earlier in the day. Loki’s reaction to your comment could lead someone to believe that, but that certainly was not enough proof. And, no. You were not on an actual date, but a date is a kind of planned event, and you had planned to visit Timmy. Loki would probably see through your partial lie eventually, but you at least had him in that moment.

“Now what makes you say that?”

“He always talks about you when he’s here.”

So Mischief does visit him... Imagining Loki running around this playground with Timmy was kind of cute.

“I’ll bet it’s nothing good,” you joked.

Timmy shook his head, not understanding your jest. “It’s how nice you are. He said that you’re one of the only people here who isn’t mean to him.”

Well, that was kind of true. Just because he had been with the Avengers for so long did not mean everyone was going to be friendly with him. New York was a factor but his current demeanor towards “Midgardians” was enough to turn most people away.

“That doesn’t mean he... ‘like like’s me,” you grimaced. Speaking like this made you feel like you were in high school again.

“But he told me-” He clapped his hands over his mouth.

“Told you what?”

He shook his head, his hair slinging wildly.

“Timmy...” you warned.

“But I promised him I wouldn’t tell,” he admitted through his hands.

Knowing how important promises can be for children, you sighed, “Okay, okay. I won’t push it anymore.”

Relief flooded his tiny face as he relaxed. Looking up at the pinks and oranges seeping into the sky like paint with too much water, you pouted. “Alright, Buddy. Looks like we need to head inside.”

Timmy mirrored your pout, but ran to you and clutched your hand as you led him into the building.

Well, this was going to be a boring mission. You were going solo this time. Loki was with his brother off-world, so that meant you had no one but the pilot to chat with. Admittedly, Loki was quite the conversationalist when he wanted to be. It kept the trips to and from locations from growing stagnant, something you very much appreciated. Plus, you just liked hearing his alluring voice, even when he teased you just to see how flustered you would get. You were a little surprised with how much you missed him being around.

At least this was supposed to be quick. The newly-found HYDRA facility was about three hours away. Get in. Snag data. Go home. Intel showed it was small without many people there. Should be easy enough. But... Nothing is ever goes as smoothly as it should.

Glancing out the window as the Quinjet was landing, you noticed how close you were to the facility. In fact, you were a lot closer than you should have been.

“Sir?” You left your seat to confront the pilot. “What’s this about? This is a stealth mission. You’re going to give away-”

You had to jump back to avoid a punch. The pilot had left the controls to take care of you, gun in hand. Is this guy serious right now?! There was no way you were going to give this guy a chance to shoot you. You ducked low, charging him and rammed yourself at his stomach, elbow aimed for his solar plexus. With the wind knocked out of him, he stumbled backwards, grasping at anything that would keep him upright. Taking the opening, you used a seat near you as leverage to jump high enough to wrap your legs around his neck, using the momentum and gravity to swing yourself around to slam him into the ground (a nice little trick Nat so graciously taught you). The force to the metal flooring was enough to leave him unconscious.

Scrambling up, you formulated a quick plan in your head: Take off, secure this asshole and comm headquarters. You made the executive decision to end the mission early. If this guy was a double agent, then whoever was in the facility knew you were coming. You were making your way to the cockpit when you felt something sharp pierce your neck. Immediately, you yanked out what you found to be a dart, spinning around to see where it came from. At some point in your fight, the Quinjet had touched down and the ramp lowered. With your vision growing alarmingly blurry, you could barely make out the armed guards before everything faded black.

Your head was throbbing when you opened your eyes again. The room was dark with a cold, uninviting floor and thick metal bars in front. You tried to sit up, hoping the small change would alleviate your headache but failed. Your captors had secured your hands behind your back, rather tightly to be honest. The restraints were harshly cutting into your wrists while making it as awkward as possible to do anything from your position. Trying again, the muscles in your side seized up and your ribs screamed in agony, a groan falling from your throat.

“Oh look, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent is awake.”

You flinched not having heard the footsteps leading to your cell. You kept your head on the concrete floor as you looked up at the dark figure leaning on the opposite side of the bars.

“Now,” he started as he unlocked the door and let himself in. “I am going to ask you some questions, and you are going to answer them.” He nudged you with his foot. “Understand?”

Clenching your jaw, you pointedly looked away from him. Like hell. He just chuckled. The gritty sound reverberated off the walls.

“How cute. Your stubbornness won’t last long here.” The man began circling you slowly. “I know you are one of the agents who stole Subject 604.”

“You mean one of the agents who rescued a boy named Timmy,” you spat, earning you a hard blow to your back.

Hissing through your teeth, you rolled onto your stomach to relieve the pain of your bruising backside, but a foot pulled you back onto your side.

“Quite rude of you to interrupt,” he growled, moving to stand in front of you. “Now, all I want to know is where you have taken my test subject.”

“Hah,” you barked. “Like I’ll help some monster running experiments on children.”

A kick to your ribs and you curled in on yourself, coughing up the blood trying to take refuge in your lungs. He ripped you from the floor by your hair when a deafening alarm suddenly blared in the facility.

“You want a monster? Then, a monster you will have,” his hissed in your face before throwing you back down and leaving you in your cell to rot. You knew he’d be back later to finish what he started.

Biting back a pained moan, you pushed your head into the concrete floor, but the cold did little to soothe your pain. The alarm made sure of that, the tone causing your ears to faintly ring. You scooted yourself backwards against the wall and used it to help sit yourself upright. With that little bit of success, you rewarded yourself by closing your eyes and leaning against the wall. Now maybe you could think a little better so you could figure out a plan to get the hell out of there.

A low, familiar voice called your name, startling you to open your eyes. Had you blacked out again?

“By the Norns, you’re are alive,” a second booming voiced sounded off.

Maybe you were hallucinating. They weren’t supposed to be here. “Wha- Loki? Thor?”

Loki picked the lock open with his seiðr and rushed to you to release your bonds. “Let us leave this place, my little agent.” He spoke just loud enough for you to hear him over the alarms that were still roaring.

Gingerly scooping you into his arms, he strode back to Thor who was holding back the HYDRA agents who found you all there. He looked back at you and Loki over his shoulder. “Let’s go!” He threw his hammer down the hall, hitting the agents and forming a path.

Between Thor’s hammer and Loki’s seiðr, it didn’t take long for you all to convene with Captain America and Nat and make it to their Quinjet. The one you had taken for your mission was probably long gone. With everyone onboard, the pilot took off and navigated for headquarters.

Loki sat you down in a seat, giving you a once over to see where you were hurt with Nat giving her input. You probably had a concussion, cracked ribs and definitely a plethora of bruises. The best they could do at the moment was keep you comfortable without agitating the damage.

In one swift move, Loki picked you back up and placed you in his lap as he sat, holding you to his chest. Leaning into the embrace, you nuzzled up to him, too tired to notice the knowing looks earned from the rest of the team.

“I thought you were off-world,” you struggled to say, your voice barely breaking a whisper. Exhaustion was creeping up your limbs.

He rested a cheek on top of your head. “We were. We came back as soon as we learned you were missing. I thought I had lost you.”

Your mind grew foggy, slurring your words. “Nope... Not gettin’ rid of me so eas’ly...”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Now sleep, my little agent.”

Traipsing through the jungle gym, you followed Timmy who was making his way to the monkey bars. He boldly hopped off the platform and latched onto one of the bars. As he swung himself forward, catching the next bar, you reached out for the closest one.

“Should you really be doing that, Dove?”

Loki was suddenly on the ground next to you.

“What? It’s just monkey bars.”

“You’ve only been out of the Med Bay for a week,” he deadpanned.

Huffing, you sat down on the platform, knowing you would not win this argument. “Fine. But you’re helping me down.”

He was already in front of you, ready to pull you into his arms. “With pleasure,” he smirked with a playful glint in his eyes.

You slid into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. He just held you like that, staring into your eyes. You smiled and pressed your forehead to his. Although he thought it was cute, Loki had a better idea. He tilted his head and captured your lips instead which you all too willingly encouraged.

“Come on, you guys! It’s gonna get dark soon,” Timmy yelled to you, wanting you to follow him to the next jungle gym section.

With the moment shattered, Loki set you down and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead. You intertwined your fingers with his, pulling him along in Timmy’s direction. Both of you walked alongside the jungle gym and watched the ecstatic boy as he navigated the various obstacles.

“You know,” you began teasingly, leaning on Loki who hummed in response. “I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for rescuing me.”

“No... No, I don’t think you did,” he smirked mischievously.

You squeezed the hand you were holding. “What can I do to show my appreciation for your valiant efforts?”

“Hmm...” He looked at you with mock contemplation. “How about... You, my little agent, join me for dinner tonight?”

You nodded in agreement. “I’d love that.”

#loki x reader #loki marvel #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki x you #marvel #marvel avengers #the avengers #s.h.i.e.l.d.#loki imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki friggason #loki oneshot

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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Hey darling 😘 can I get a little bard on bard action? How about Jaskier and Dandelion cause some kind of chaos so they duck into an alleyway to hide 👀👀👀👀

You most certainly can!! You know I’m a hoe for jaskilion. 💖

This is 1.4k of filth. 18+ for smutty reasons. Jaskilion brings out the horny.

Warnings: Alley way blow jobs?, I think that encompasses it. Please 18+ only.

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“Oh bloody hell!” Dandelion cried, holding onto his hat as they sprinted through the streets of Novigrad. “This is all your fault!”

Jaskier scoffed, allowing himself to be pulled along. He was enjoying the feel of the other bard’s hand in his, long lutist fingers laced with his own, fingers that he’d had all sorts of sinful thoughts about since Dandelion and Geralt had been thrown into their world. The Geralts were predictably both looking for a way to fix the collision of their dimensions, but Jaskier and Dandelion had hit it off right away. He would be sad to say goodbye to the gorgeous blond troubadour. Was he narcissistic? Perhaps, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Dandelion barely even looked like him, their songs were completely different too, as were their lives. As far as Jaskier was concerned, Dandelion was just another stunning bard that he’d fallen hopelessly in love with.

It was a terrible habit. He just had too much love to give.

“How is this my fault?” He asked Dandelion, tripping over his own feet as they flew round a corner into the market place.

Dandelion paused just long enough to give him a withered look, before they heard the thunder of angry footsteps.

“Shit!” Dandelion pulled his hand and they dived behind a market stall.

“I’m just saying—”

“Well don’t!”

Jaskier rolled his eyes, glancing around the edge of the market stall. The men were still looking for them and two brightly coloured bards were not well hidden, even in Novigrad. “I’m just saying,” he repeated in a hushed voice “it’s hardly my fault. They were insulting our witchers. What else was I supposed to do?”

Dandelion whined, his back pressed up against the wooden slats. “You could have tried to convince them otherwise, or, I don’t know… a song?”

Jaskier snorted. The men had not been the type to enjoy a song about witchers. They were thugs and he’d responded accordingly. He’d thought Dandelion would have his back in the subsequent fight but instead Dandelion had pulled him from the tavern, leaving their precious lutes with their witchers.

“A song?”

“We’re bards.” Dandelion hissed, peeking his head around the other stall. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

“I think they saw me.”

Jaskier groaned and scrambled to his feet, pulling the poet up with him, and they were off again. Jaskier winced when he heard the yell of the men’s shouts. Dandelion was behind him this time, spluttering complaints as they ran to the dingy end of town, the paved streets turning to dirt and puddles, splattering their trousers as they ran. Jaskier’s legs were starting to tire from all the running around, he was built for walking miles, not sprinting around the city.

“Ah, umm… this way!” He cried and tugged Dandelion into the nearest alley way. Dandelion stumbled, his hands grazing the ground, and it was only Jaskier’s grip on his wrist that kept him from falling on his face.

Before Dandelion could argue Jaskier threw the poet against the wall and covered his mouth with his hand. “Hmmph!” Jaskier smirked and winked, but Dandelion was having none of it. The poet clawed at his hands and wriggled free. “Would you get off?” He snapped.

“Shhh,” Jaskier hissed, glancing warily at the opening of the alley. He could still hear the shouts of the angry thugs that were chasing them, and sadly the pair of them stood out like a sore thumb.

He pressed his body closer against Dandelion’s, trying to hide the soft blond curls from view by holding the poet’s head in his hands. Their lips were barely an inch apart, and Jaskier could feel the warmth on Dandelion’s breath on his skin. He swallowed, his eyes transfixed as Dandelion licked his lips. He felt heady, his pulse still racing from the run. It was Dandelion’s turn to wink, his hand gripping Jaskier’s arse. Jaskier shivered, his breath caught in his throat. His fingers threaded into Dandelion’s hair, knocking his hat to the floor, and he let out a soft groan as their lips finally met in a hungry kiss. He moaned into Dandelion’s mouth, their tongue brushing against each other, and he pulled at the poet’s hair.

He could feel Dandelion’s erection hard against his own, the poet writhing underneath him as Jaskier pulled Dandelion’s bottom lip between his teeth. Dandelion gasped as Jaskier reached down to grip his cock through his trousers, nimble fingers making light work of the ties at the front. When Jaskier finally had Dandelion’s cock in his hands he couldn’t help but drop to his knees in front of the poet. He’d been dreaming about getting his mouth on Dandelion ever since he’d seen the poet perform for the first time. There was just something about the way he commanded the stage that made Jaskier weak at the knees. He was brilliant, of course, and he knew it. He strutted about the stage like it was made in his honour, like not even the gods could match his brilliance… and Jaskier wanted to worship him.

He licked a stripe from the base of Dandelion’s cock, mouthing at the tip, his own prick aching in his trousers as Dandelion moaned sinfully, hands tugging at Jaskier’s hair. Jaskier gasped as his head was pulled back, he gazed up at gorgeous man in front of him. Dandelion’s lips were red and swollen, his face was flushed. He looked utterly debauched already, dark eyes glazed over, curls falling messily down past his shoulders.

Jaskier gripped Dandelion’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the base, biting his lip and tilting his head in an unspoken question. He would stop if Dandelion really wanted him to, but holy mother of fuck it might be the end of his life as he knew it.

“Oh darling, you are such a sight,” Dandelion cooed, his fingers stroking Jaskier’s cheek.

“Dandelion,” Jaskier voice was thick with lust. “I am not above begging.”

Dandelion chuckled, pulling once more at Jaskier’s hair. Jaskier gasped, he felt like he was on fire, his thoughts hazy as the tip of Dandelion’s cock brushed against his cheek. “I’d love to see you beg, but perhaps when we’re somewhere more private?”

Jaskier hummed in agreement. He licked his lips and gazed up at Dandelion, a smirk gracing in lips. “I can be quick.”

“Go on then, darling, impress me,” Dandelion purred, the challenge clear in his voice.

Jaskier moaned and finally wrapped his lips around Dandelion’s cock, sucking wantonly at the tip, his tongue flicking over the slit. He moaned, working the base in his hands, taking as much as he could into his mouth. Dandelion’s breathy moans above him made Jaskier ached. He shuffled forward so he could rut against Dandelion’s leg, desperate for some kind of friction.

“Fuck!” Dandelion hissed, bucking into Jaskier’s mouth.

Jaskier closed his eyes as Dandelion’s cock hit the back of his throat but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. He was shaking as his own orgasm threatened to overcome him. The sounds coming from Dandelion’s lips were too much, and his cock just felt so good, heavy on Jaskier’s tongue. He’d always loved pleasuring his partners, he got off on it and now was no exception.

“Jaskier, fuck… Jask…” Dandelion stammered, thrusting into his mouth without a care.

Jaskier moaned, stars dancing in his vision as he came untouched, and he pulled back as Dandelion came down his throat. He swallowed down as much as he could, wiping his mouth as he pulled off Dandelion’s cock. He took a shaky breath and winked up at Dandelion. The poet looked completely wrecked and gods if that didn’t make Jaskier’s prick twitch in his pants already. Fuck, he was getting too old for this.

Jaskier got to his feet, gripping Dandelion’s shoulder to steady himself, knees barely supporting his own weight. Dandelion laced up his trousers as Jaskier caught his breath, then pulled him into a searing kiss. Jaskier licked into Dandelion’s mouth eagerly, finally getting his hands back into those gorgeous thick curls. Dandelion nipped at his lip as they broke apart. “Do you need…”

Jaskier laughed breathlessly “No, I’m… I’m ok.”

Dandelion tilted his head, raising an eyebrow, brilliant blue eyes flickering down to the wet stain in the front of Jaskier’s trousers. “Ah, pity. Next time then?”

Jaskier grinned, placing one last kiss on Dandelion’s lips. “Next time, although I do demand a bed, I want to be spoilt.”

Dandelion laughed and linked their arms as they strolled back through town to the tavern, both bard and poet forgetting why they’d been in the alley to begin with until…

“Oi! There they are!”

“Oh bollocks!” Jaskier groaned, where were two witchers when you needed them?

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Tagging some people: @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde, @damatris, @geraskier-trashh, @skai6, @kueble, @herostag,

#the witcher #jaskilion #jaskier x dandelion #nsft #18+ only pls #mind the warnings #julian alfred pankratz #multiverse #wolfie's witcher writing #geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde

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omnivorousshipper · 3 years

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Hello Omni! I gotta request for tomorrow (Friday). May I have Deckard getting custody of Hattie and Owen and realizing that although life is even harder than before- they are safe, healthy, and together-and that’s what really matters

Hi friend! I squealed when I saw this one!! It's sooooo good!! I hope you don't mind that I went a little overboard with it >.<

Deckard wasn’t sure how it had happened. Everything had gone by in a flash so quick, he could barely remember anything.

He could clearly remember the phone call informing him that his childhood home., everything he and his family owned, having going up in flame.

Working a job for his uncle, he had been on the other side of London when he had gotten the call in the middle of the night. He had been stalking a guy that owed his uncle money and needed to be paid a lesson. But, the guy escaped that night because Deckard had to make sure his siblings were alive.

Rushing home, Deckard swore he wasn’t breathing when he saw the raging fire engulfing his home. All the windows had been exploded and fire licked out of them and at the brick of the brownstone. Standing numbly in the middle of the street, Deckard could only stare with wide eyes as his world came crumbling down.

The only thing that shook him out of his shock was when a firefighter harshly grabbed his arm and screamed into his face, demanding to know if he was Deckard Shaw.

Nodding dumbly, Deckard was dragged towards an ambulance, with several EMTs standing outside of it. One was helping another bandage his arm.

“I found the older brother!” The firefighter that had dragged him forward called out to them. A look of relief passed over all of the medical staff, especially the one with the damaged arm.

“About time! Do you have any idea the kind of menaces you’re siblings are?!” The EMT that was patching the other yelled at him. “They’ve locked themselves in the ambulance and refuse to come out!”

Deckard desperately wanted to know why the hell these adults had let two small teenagers commandeer their ambulance, but he had more important things to worry about. Like if his siblings were hurt, and how the hell the fire had started. Not sparing another glance to the EMTs, Deckard walked up to the ambulance and banged on the back door.

“Oh! Hatts! If you don’t open this door in three seconds, I’ll come in there myself and you won’t like the consequences!”

It only took two seconds before the back door was cracked open and two, wide eyes stared back at him. A small hand poked out and tried to grab at him. Shaking his head, Deckard narrowed his eyes at Hattie.

“Get out of there, Hatts. You and Oh.”

She glared at him, but the door was pushed opened to reveal his siblings.

Both Owen and Hattie were covered in soot, but he couldn’t see any burns or other injuries on them. Hattie was holding a stuffed animal to her chest while Owen was wrapped up in one of Deckard’s sweaters. Sighing, Deckard opened his arms and wasn’t surprised when they both launched themselves into his chest.

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m here now.” He whispered as he heard a small hiccup come from his chest. He couldn’t tell which one it came from, especially since both were shaking.

Holding his siblings close, Deckard looked up at the still burning building. He could already hear the building cracking and saw the roof fall inwards into the fiery infernal. They had all grown up in this building, having called nowhere else home.

What were they going to do now? “Oh? Where’s da?” Deckard asked quietly. He needed to know where their father was. If he had also been in the house at the time, he would need to find him. Just so the man wouldn’t hunt them down and accuse them of running away.

“How do you think the fire started?” Owen spat, not raising his head from where he hid in Deckard’s protective hug.

Even with the fire only a few meters away, Deckard went cold.

That absolute bastard!

Deckard could feel himself shaking, but not from fear. No. He was going to get his hands on their father and teach him a lesson about playing with fire.

“Was he inside?” Deckard had to ask.

“He left, so Oh and I went downstairs to get something to eat.” Hattie spoke up. “That’s when we smelled smoke.”

“I’m so sorry, Deck.” Owen whimpered. “The living room was already on fire! I couldn’t stop it!” “Owen, shhh. It’s not your fault. You couldn’t do anything.” Deckard soothed his brother. Tears were streaming down both of his little siblings’ faces, leaving tracks through the soot. No doubt they had both run back upstairs to grab what they thought most important before escaping.

“What happens now?” Hattie whimpered.

Taking a deep breath, Deckard didn’t know.

“Let’s get somewhere to sleep. Then we’ll call mum.”

They had all stumbled into a hotel, Owen and Hattie in soot covered pajamas, and Deckard in dark clothes that made him look incredibly suspicious next to two small looking children. Through a harsh scowl at the receptionist, Deckard demanded a room for the night. Luckily, they were able to get the room and all pass out.

The next day though came with far too many difficulties.

First, it took forever to get ahold of their mother. Deckard had to yell at too many of her henchmen to finally be able to speak to her right-hand man, Jules. From there, it took ever him some time to get Queenie Shaw on the phone.

“Deck, how many times do I have to tell you, I can’t just stop working-”

“The house burnt down.”

His mother was silent for only a beat.

“There’s a place a few blocks away that I own. You three will live there.”

“Mum, it’s not that simple-”

“And of course, you’ll be expected to raise your siblings.”

“What-?” Deckard choked out.

“Your father called me up earlier, saying he gave me full custody. But, Deck, I can’t have that right now. I’m far too busy.”

“Wait.” Deckard stuttered. “So, you’re giving me full custody instead?” “Yes.” His mother said as if talking to a small child. “I’ll provide any type of financial support of course.”

Deckard didn’t know how to tell her that was the least of his concerns.

“Now, I need to get back to work. If you need anything, call Jules.”

With that, Deckard became the legal guardian of his brother and sister.

Resisting the urge to throw the phone across the room, Deckard clenched his jaw and set it down gently. Looking up, he saw Owen and Hattie watching the television diligently, still wearing sooty pajamas.

Sighing, Deckard walked over to them and scooped them up into his lap. They both whined about interrupting their show, but he couldn’t care less.

He could only appreciate them being safe, healthy, and alive in his arms. That’s the only thing that mattered at that moment.

#deckard shaw #owen shaw #hattie shaw #queenie shaw #hobbs and shaw #shaw siblings #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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iron crush

pairing: tony stark x reader

word count: 1952

summary: you’re a college student as well as roommates/best friends with peter parker, but you’ve developed a bit of a crush on his world famous, superhero mentor tony stark.

themes: age gap, smut

taglist: @evanstush, @tanyam93, @bval-1, @wonderwinchester, @patzammit, @rohaintahquil, @deidrashouseofpain, @sammyslonglostshoe, @jadedhillon, @bohemian-barbie, @whysparker, @sebastian-i-stan, @sebabestianstan101, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @heyiamthatbitch, @cptn-sgrogers, @heyyouwiththeassbutt, @bangtan-serendipity, @troublermalik, @beardburnsupersoldiers, @bookish-shristi, @kind-sober-fullydressed, @gingerninjaprincess16, @straightforwardly, @denisemarieangelina, @frencchfries, @xlanawriter, @littlemoistcarrot, @pottxrwolff, @arianatheangelworld, @southerngracela, @nsfwsebbie, @rororo06, @savemesteeb, @raveviolet, @hurricanerinwrites, @captainamerica-is-bae, @shaddixlife, @tessa-bl, @marvelouspottering, @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc, @thegetawaywriter, @dwights-new-plague, @rynabarnesrogers, @fckdeusername, @doloreschanal, @ssworldofsw, @la-cey, @buckybarnesplumwhore, @hevans-angel, @chuckbass-love, @stardust-galaxies, @smyfmj

notes: in this story, peter and reader are 18! I know the opening scene is literally from civil war where peter is a minor in high school but shhh just pretend :))) also sorry if you’re tagged and don’t care for tony, i haven’t really been separating my permanent taglist and my cevans only taglist because it’s a lot of work gjfjdjg so just ignore if you don’t want to read, no worries! also as always, graphic creds go to @thewritingdoll !

You first met him that fateful day he was waiting for Peter in his apartment itself, casually chatting with Aunt May while pretending to enjoy her walnut date loaves. Being Peter’s childhood friend, you’ve known of his Spider-Man secret ever since he became the masked hero, and it hadn’t been difficult for you to figure out that Tony was there for Avengers related reasons. You remember the piercing eye contact you made, the way his brown eyes lingered over you in surprise and approval; you had felt flattered beyond belief that you were even noticed in such a way when you were in the same room as Peter’s abnormally attractive aunt.

Fast forward a few months later, and you, Peter, and your other friend Ned now have an apartment of your own. The three of you have always been inseparable; you see them as brothers and you can trust them to have your back, just like you and Ned have Peter’s whenever he’s called to save the neighborhood (and, lately, many areas outside of it).

You’re on your belly on your bed in a tank and shorts, taking notes while skimming through your psychology textbook when you hear a knock on the door. You roll your eyes- Ned always forgets his keys, which is why you tend to leave the door unlocked whenever it’s just you at home. It’s difficult to worry much about crime when you literally live with a world famous superhero. “It’s open!” you call, eyes still scanning the words on the pages before you. The door opens and you hear footsteps, louder and louder until they’ve come to your doorway. “Have you just, permanently lost your keys or something?” you ask in amusement, not even bothering to look up at your roommate.

“Didn’t get any to begin with, actually. Got a copy for me? Would be pretty helpful considering the kid never answers his goddamn phone.”

Your head immediately snaps up, your eyes widening slightly as you stare at the grown man at the entrance of your bedroom who is very clearly not Ned. “Tony!” you exclaim in surprise, moving to sit up on your knees as you gaze up at him somewhat embarrassed- and suddenly feeling much more naked. You’re comfortable with limited clothing around Peter and Ned, you’ve known them practically your whole life- but Tony is someone you’ve seen all over television, only met once… and have the slightest crush on. You’ve always loved a man with confidence, and while Tony has too much of it, you can’t help but find it appealing. You clear your throat, trying not to blush from his amused expression. “Uh, yeah, Peter’s not home right now… do you want me to text him? Maybe he’ll reply to me?”

“What? Reply to his cute best friend he drools over on a daily basis- over replying to me? No way.” Tony smirks slightly, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and you find yourself blushing deeper- though you arch an eyebrow, more than happy to confront what he’s just said. “Cute?” you repeat, and he shrugs nonchalantly, leaning against the doorframe as he takes your appearance in. “Yeah. Cute. What, haven’t heard it before? Because I highly doubt that.”

“Not from a man twice my age, no,” you tease, suddenly feeling a little more confidence as you sit up a little straighter, remaining on your knees, “and Peter does not drool over me. Trust me, our relationship is not like that. We’ve known each other for too long.” Tony keeps his eyes on you for a few moments before suddenly nodding towards your textbook. “Whatchya working on?” You blink, glancing towards your notes. “Psychology. It’s my major.”

“So how do you read me?” he asks, and you assume he’s being some type of smart ass- after all, whenever you tell someone your major is psychology they immediately bring out the “so you can read my mind” joke- but when you look up at his expression, he actually seems genuinely curious. “Lonely.” You reply candidly, eyebrow lifting slightly. “Bored, always running out of things to do so you focus way too much on work.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s because I save the world for a living. Kind of has to be on my mind 24/7, doesn’t it?”

“Yikes, getting a little defensive, hm, Tony?” you tease with a smirk, knowing he can handle it. “That’s never a good sign in counseling…”

“Oh, are you my counselor now?” he scoffs, but the corner of his lip is tugged slightly upward, clearly able to banter just as much as you. “Alright. I’ll bite.” He comes into your room and sits down at the edge of your bed right next to you, looking at you expectantly. “Tell me, O Mighty Therapist, what should I do to alleviate my pain?” he questions dramatically, and you laugh, reaching out to nudge him. “Maybe stop being a pain in the ass to other people? Let them in for once?”

He listens thoughtfully and you're expecting a snarky comment, but instead, he replies bluntly in a low murmur with a raised brow, “What if I want a certain someone to let me in?” It takes you a few moments to realize the innuendo, your blush immediately returning once you do. “Tony…”

He leans in, his eyes focused on yours. “I won’t tell anyone…” You stare up at his features, your breath slightly heavier. You feel a bit of guilt but the desperate want is overpowering it- come on, he’s Tony Stark, and he’s here in your bedroom asking you to fuck. Maybe it’s not for the best reasons, but you decide you don’t care. You grab his face and pull him down, kissing him fiercely in response.

Everything happens so fast. His lips move against yours in intense synchrony, his hands grabbing your waist to tackle you down onto your back on the bed before he reaches out to shove your textbook and notebook off the mattress entirely. You gasp but continue to kiss him, your legs naturally moving to wrap around his waist to keep his body pressed close against yours, already feeling turned on from the friction between you. Judging by the bulge currently pressing against your inner thigh, it’s safe to say he feels the same.

Neither of you even realize how absorbed in this kiss you are- you’re moving, practically rolling all over the place, until you roll off the bed itself. A squeal escapes your lips as both of you go tumbling onto the ground- thankfully carpeted- and you laugh breathlessly as you stare up at him, still underneath him. “Oops,” you whisper, but he just smirks and leans down to kiss you again, muttering huskily against your lips, “That’s alright, sweet cheeks, I can fuck you just as good on the floor too.” Your smile fades slightly, but only because of how aroused you’ve become just from hearing him. You’ve only ever slept with one guy before, and he was nowhere near as experienced or bold as Tony. You definitely needed this.

He notices your expression and smirks, staring down at you as he moves one hand down to rub his fingers against your shorts. “What’s up, Y/N? You like that idea? Me fucking you into the floor of your bedroom, with your door wide open?” Your lips open into a needy moan, though you completely forgot about the door situation. Fuck. You glance to it nervously, but he only applies more pressure to your clothed entrance, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “You’re adorable, sweetheart. Think of it as a little adrenaline rush, hm? You have to take some risks sometimes, right?” He slips his fingers into your shorts and panties, rubbing your clit directly as he breathes out, “That’s my therapeutic advice to you…”

“A-ah…! Tony!” you moan lewdly, arching your back and staring up at him with wide eyes. “Please… I need more…”

He gladly obliges, his smirk growing wider as he eyes you hungrily. His fingers pump you skillfully, sliding in and out of your entrance and stretching you out, his thumb simultaneously teasing your clit. You’re a breathless mess of whimpers and whines, your head rolling back and your eyes shutting from the pleasure. The boy you were with before definitely didn’t know how to use his fingers. Tony, on the other hand, moves at the perfect, steady pace, actually listening to you to understand what you like and what’s working. The way he slightly crooks his fingers and expertly maneuvers them in subtle but hard hitting gestures inside your tight entrance is slowly making you uncoil- when he feels you tighten around his digits, he grins triumphantly. “Go ahead,” he commands breathlessly, “cum all over my fingers so I can taste you already…”

You obey with a gasp, coating his fingers with your release- he withdraws them and places them in his mouth, looking at you with a hungry little smirk. “Delicious,” he growls, his devious eyes filled with lust.

“Take off your clothes,” you breathe out suddenly, and he blinks before chuckling, pulling back slightly and obediently starting to unbutton his shirt. “For the record, I’m the one in charge here, but I also wanted to strip anyways,” he tells you playfully and you laugh, taking your own tank off feeling thankful you didn’t wear a bra that day. That would have been way too much work- you need him now. He stares down at you amazed, biting on his lip. “Damn. Your body is something else.” You widen your eyes upon seeing his cock when he removes his pants, clucking your tongue as you mumble, “I could say the same about you…”

He smirks and presses his throbbing erection against your sensitive entrance, his breaths heavy from anticipation. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, doll. Think I’m already addicted to you.”

He thrusts into you roughly at that moment, letting out a groan of pleasure as he pins you down against the floor. You cry out in happiness as you arch your back towards him, rocking your hips upwards against his and holding onto his back tightly. You don’t even care that you’re on a rug right now- comfort is the least of your concerns when he’s stretching you out so nicely, his brown eyes filled with hunger as he stares down at you in arousal. “You look so pretty underneath me, Y/N,” he murmurs huskily, grunting with eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his dick entering deeper and deeper inside you with each thrust. “And you feel… mm… better than words can even describe…”

“Tony…! Oh, God, Tony- mm…!” You’re at a loss for words; the sensation is overwhelming, pushing you over the edge, filling every crevice of your mind with euphoria and delight. Your body’s beginning to quiver, your walls tightening around his cock- he smirks weakly in satisfaction, knowing you’re close. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum deep inside you, beautiful, I want you to cum for me… God… damn…”

Just as promised, he releases inside you, the feeling adding to your pleasure- you gasp in delight as you cum, your head rolling back and your eyes wide as you stare up at the ceiling. He lays on top of you for a bit before slowly lifting himself off, looking down at you with his signature smirk.

Before he can say anything, though, a voice belonging to a certain web-slinging eighteen-year-old boy standing at the doorway with a wide open mouth screams:

“What the fuck?!”

#tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark imagine #tony stark fic

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ymirslvr · 3 years

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just the two of us

historia x gn!reader

wc- 1.5k

notes- i got sick of this being in my drafts so it’s not proofread i apologize in advance lol. historia is just a normal scout here, she never went by krista and is not royal-blooded. also petition for some more hisu content pls

content- fluff

you lay awake, staring at the bed above you. the quiet sounds of the night and your roommate snoring softly buzzing through your ears. you'd think that sleep would come easy for you considering the amount of training you go through daily. you should be exhausted by the time you're able to finally rest, but more times than not you find yourself in this exact same situation, sometimes becoming so desperate to get some sleep you start counting sheep.

you roll over with a sigh, shifting your focus to the window. it's clear out tonight, stars littering the sky. your windows open, letting the slight summer draft blow in. the sounds of the night are interrupted by light footsteps creeping closer and closer to the door. you sit up in your bed, almost bumping your head onto the bunk above you. the door creaks open ever so slightly, squinting, you try to make out whos there. blonde hair pokes through the opening, “y/n?”, she peers in. you smile, it's historia. grinning, you rise from your bed and take careful steps towards your door, trying not to wake your roommate. you greet her in the hallway, making sure to close your door behind you. she's wearing a light pink nightgown, blonde hair a bit messy and her cheeks a bit rosy. “i hope i didn't wake you,” she says softly, “i tried my best to keep quiet, but obviously your door wanted otherwise.” she giggles.

you smile down at her, “youre fine. whats up?” it's not unusual for historia to sneak into your room late at night, especially since both of you struggle with falling asleep. but usually you two will just lay together in your bed, finding comfort in each other. she opens her mouth to begin to speak only to shut it again. her small hand grabs yours and she starts to walk, pulling you behind her. your brows furrow, “historia?”.

“shhh. just come on!” the blonde replies with a giggle, pulling the hand she's holding up to her lips to give it a quick peck. she leads you outside, beginning to take you uphill, her blonde hair flowing behind her.

“what are we gonna do if they notice we're gone? i'm not in the mood to have to listen to the commander yell my ear off, reiss.” you say playfully. although it may seem like you were uninterested in this, you love when she does little things like this with you. its rare that you have time off, little moments together with her are much needed. you and historia have snuck out plenty of times before, but you always stayed right by the barracks. that way, if someone were to come looking for you guys you could just say you heard a noise and were seeing what it was. it wasn't the most believable excuse, but it was something. there wasn't any type of good excuse for venturing out this far.

“oh it'll be fine!” she exclaims, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “no ones ever come to look for us before, right? anyways, since when have you worried about getting in trouble?” giggling, she leads you over a small creek, the cold water washing over your bare feet. historia is aware of the risks in doing this, but truthfully, she doesn’t care. losing food privileges for the week or having extra training isn’t that big of a deal to her if it means she can spend extra time with you. and to tell the truth, even if you wanted to say no to this, you know you couldn't. you've always had a soft spot for her, she was one of the few good things in this cruel world. its ironic really, someone like her living in this awful place. you could never understand how fate seems to deal the best people the cruelest things. you know she’s not perfect, she’s not some angel who could do nothing wrong. but honestly, she could be the cruelest person in this world and you wouldn’t care.

she leads you up a path, taking you up to what seems like almost the top of the hill. she guides you through a field of wildflowers, the flowers so overgrown they scrape up against your knees. she lets go of your hand and begins to walk behind you, standing up on her tip-toes to place a soft hand over your eyes. “promise you won't look till i tell you to?”.

“i promise,” you say with a grin, closing your eyes. “promise you're not going to push me to my death or something?”

“y/n!” she yells. “don't ruin the moment!” giggling, she places her other hand onto your lower back to guide you forward. you move slightly uphill for about two minutes, you can no longer feel the flowers against your legs, instead it seems like you've moved onto a grassy field. the weight on your eyes and lower back subsides, you can hear footsteps moving from behind your head to infront of you. “okay,” the blonde says with a grin, “you can look now.”

you open your eyes, you're standing on a grassy platform that overlooks a pretty lake. the moon bright and full, illuminating the scene in front of you. “soo,” historia smiles, “isn’t it pretty?” she takes her hands in yours and pulls you towards her. her big blue eyes looking up into yours. the light from the moon hitting her face just right, making her look even more angelic than usual.

“it’s so pretty,” you smile, leaning down to press your lips against hers. the kiss is soft and sweet, she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls away, nuzzling her head into your chest.

“i was talking to armin and eren the other day, they said something about how reiner and bertholdt took them up here once. armin said the view was one of the prettiest he’s seen, so i decided that we needed to test that theory ourselves.”

“you couldn’t have picked a better night to do it.” you respond with a smile. she pulls away from the hug with a giggle and begins to sit down, pulling you down with her. letting go of her hands, you lay on your back. putting one arm behind your head to act as a cushion, the other stretched out to the side, gesturing for historia to lay with you. she smiles at your gesture and scoots over, positioning herself so that she's on her side, head nuzzled into the crook of your underarm, your arm wrapped around her. you look up, taking in the night sky.

you're not sure how long it's been, but you guys are still there, basking in each other's comfort. your hand is stroking her hair, her hand stroking your chest. its quiet, the only sounds being each other's breathing and the faint noise of crickets chirping. but it's a comfortable quiet nevertheless. it's nice to be able to escape from the craziness of the world, even if it's just for a bit.

historia never wants this moment to stop, neither do you. you guys find comfort in each other. it’s nice to be here with her, not having to worry about either of you getting hurt. it’s nice to have that feeling of secureness that you don’t have to often because of the way this world works.

“wish we could stay here forever, just the two of us.” she mumbles into your chest. you hum in agreement. as selfish as it is, the desire to run away with her and forget the entire world is so strong sometimes. historia feels the exact same way. she knows that doing that would make her an awful person, but if it meant being able to be with you, a reputation like that doesn’t sound that bad. though, you both know neither of you would ever act on that urge, you signed up to be soldiers, your jobs are to fight. but that doesnt stop your mind from making up scenarios of what life with her could be like under normal circumstances. you never thought you could find yourself missing something that has never happened.

“i love you.” you say softly, pressing your lips to the top of her head.

she snuggles into you and yawns, her voice barely above a whisper, “i love you too.”

you lay there until the birds begin to chirp and the coolness of the night begins to fade away. you gently shake her awake, grabbing her hand to pull her up. you walk back in silence, your hand gripping hers. you know staying up is gonna bite you in the ass during training later, but it was worth it. as strange as it is, laying there with her almost gave you hope that maybe one day that selfish desire you both dream of can come true. maybe one day the cruelness of this world will be over. you look back at her and smile, you’re greeted with a soft smile in return. maybe one day.

#historia reiss x reader #historia reiss x reader fluff #historia reiss #historia reiss fluff #aot #attack on titan #snk fanfiction #snk historia #mag!writes #historia x reader #krista lenz #i wrote this at like 2 am a few nights ago so like bare w me

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jawritter · 4 years

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Mine...

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So Dean shows the reader who she belongs too in the bedroom.

Warnings: SMMUUTTTT!!! LOL, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!dean, hint of breading kink, biting, daddy!kink, hint of praise kink, rough sex, jealous!dean (yep he has a warning lol.) language. a little bit of edging, orgasm denial. I think that’s about it.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (friends) Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2226

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Please don’t copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one! Trying to knock down some of these requests because they kind of piled up on me lol.

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"Looks like we're going to get another 8 to 10 inches by nightfall," Sam announces as he flops down at the table in the kitchen of the bunker you have been calling home for the last two years. "So it looks like we're going to be stuck here a little longer, all the roads are closed going in and out of town, and the DOTD says just about everything is not passable."

"Great! More time indoors! Just what I wanted to hear! Did I mention how much I HATE winter?" you complained as you sit down a cup of coffee in front of Sam, and took a seat across from him with your own.

Dean was leaning up against the island in the middle of the kitchen. Looking at the two of you silently. He'd about reach the end of his rope with sitting inside and doing nothing. Dean was used to hunting, and if this snow blast didn't clear out of here soon, and he wasn't able to blow off some steam by chopping the head off of some freak he was going to eat the business end of his favorite pistol.

"Well we could use the time to go through some of those old documents in the file room, or we can lay up all day long and watch crap TV, up to you." Sam suggested, and while you normally didn't' mind research, today you just weren't into it.

"I vote for crap TV," you said.

You could almost feel Dean's eyes boring into the back of your head.

"What's up Dean?" Sam asked his brother, noticing his change in demeanor, and the murderous look he was giving the two of you currently.

"Nothing. I'm just going to go work on Baby," he mumbled, slamming his coffee cup down into the sink and stalking out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked, and you just shrugged it off.

"No Idea. Cabin fever maybe?" you suggest, knowing damn well that wasn't the problem.

See you and Sam were best friends and had been since the day you'd meet the Winchester brothers. You just clicked. You both loved research and were a bit nerdy if you were being honest.

Dean on the other hand, well, you and Dean were something else altogether.

For the last few months, you and Dean had been secretly in a relationship that started after you fell in bed with each other on a particularly bad hunt where you lost a child that drowned in a bathtub before Dean or yourself could stop that particular nasty poltergeist.

You'd both walked away a little shook up from that hunt, and when you got back to the motel room and Sammy went out to get food Dean had confessed his feelings for you, which ended up with the two of you in the bed, then the shower, then in the backseat of Baby later that night while Sammy was in the room sound asleep.

Dean always was a little bit of a jealous type, and your decision to keep this a secret for a little while so that you didn't have a giant Chuck sized target on your back until this war with him was all sorted out had been anything but easy for Dean.

Lately, he seemed to be getting more and more uneasy about the platonic friendship with Sam, as much as he'd been trying not to show it. Still, you weren't going to blow your friend off because your boyfriend was in a mood.

So for the rest of the day, Sam and yourself watched crap TV and ate junk food. Dean stayed hidden in the garage with his car, he didn't come in for lunch and when he came in for dinner all he did was glare at you.

After dinner, you were standing at the sink washing dishes when Sam came up, gave you a hug, and told you he was turning in for the night. You told him good night and thought you were alone.

Until you felt Dean press himself into you from behind and grab your hair with his free hand, while the other wrapped around your middle and held you to him as tight as he could.

As soon as you felt him against you it's like something shot straight to your core, and you wanted nothing more than to have him take you right there over the island in the kitchen, but that would be too risky.

"You, me, bedroom, 15 minutes," he husked in your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to send a wave of pleasure shooting through your body.

You had to bite down on your lips to stop the moan from escaping you that almost slipped past your defenses.

"Yes sir," you mumbled, and he released you, stalking off towards the shower to clean up from the day.

Quickly as you could with anticipation pumping through you like electricity, you hurriedly finished the dishes and all but ran to Dean's room. Slipping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.

You didn't even know he was in there in the dark until he slammed his body into yours, pressing your face first against the door, one hand wrapping back up in your hair, and the other slipping inside the waistband of your leggings and underwear, running his fingers lightly over your slick folds, but avoiding where you wanted him the most.

His mouth attacking your neck and the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving deep purple bruises and bite marks as he went. You knew you'd never be able to cover those up, but also didn't care.

"Dean," you whined, pressing your ass into his already fully erected cock, taking note that he was completely naked.

You were answered with a deep growl in the back of his throat and a tightening grip on your hair as he spun you around to face him, his eyes almost glowing, even in the almost completely dark room.

"You think you can just lay around on the couch with my little brother all day watching TV like you two are a thing. You're mine, you belong to me, and by the end of the night you're going to know it."

God if you weren't wet before you were now.

Before you could even open your mouth and respond to him Dean's lips found yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His hands make quick work of stripping your pants and underwear from your body, before breaking the kiss just long enough to rip your shirt off your body.

"No braY/N?" he all but growled, his teeth grazing against your neck as he picked you up by your thighs and started to rut his leaking erection through your wet folds. Your body jerking at the contact of his spongy tip with your swollen clit.

"Daddy please!"

"Shhh. Daddy has rules, and you've been a very bad girl, haven't you? Laid all up on the couch with my little brother. I don't fucking think so, baby girl. It's time Sammy learns just which one of us you belong to."

Carrying you over to the bed he drops you onto the memory foam mattress, his eyes roaming your body like a prize.

"Hands and knees. Now," he commanded you, and you scampered onto your hands and knees for him as he positioned himself behind you on the bed, The familiar clink of a belt buckle sending had your core already clenching around nothing, and he hadn't even touched you yet.

One of his big hands came down on the supple rounds of your ass, massaging the skin there and examining his blank template of flesh that was presented before him.

"Safeword," he commanded.

"Impala."

No sooner had the word escaped your lips when the thick leather of the belt that had just been on Dean's body a little while ago came down hard on your ass, causing a sound that was a squeak, and a moan falls from your lips.

"Count!" he yelled at you, his deep voice sending shivers down your body.

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

"Four"

"Five"

Each slap of the belt got harder and harder. He was pushing your limits and you knew it. Your moans between counting growing louder and louder and you were sure that if Sam couldn't hear the two of you he must be dead. Slick was literally sliding down your thigh as Dean continued to punish your ass.

"Nine"

"Ten"

Finally, he seemed to be satisfied that your as was a delicious shade of red. Running his hand over your heated skin he hummed in approval.

"Good girl," he praised you, pressing his body against yours running his fingers through your dripping fold, pressing his index and middle finger deep inside of you while his thumb rolled over your clit at the same rhythm he was curling his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot deep down inside of you that only he could

"Look at you all wet for Daddy. Do you want Daddy to fuck that pretty little pussy, full you up with my cum until it's dripping out of you, and down that pretty red ass? Make you mine."

He growled in your ear, your walls starting to flutter around his fingers that he had buried deep inside of you, your release so close you could taste it.

Right before you were thrown over the edge of your release he pulled himself from you completely knowing you were close, leaving you cold and shuttering on the bed, still on your hands and knees. You could hear him chuckle almost darkly as he rounded the bed pumping his thick length as he admired you.

"Dean please!" you begged him as he cocked his head to the side, watching you, his eyes lust blown, and a look that reminded you of his time as a demon on his face.

"Please what, baby girl? What do you want Daddy to do to you, all you gotta do is ask?"

You whined as he continued to work his tick length slowly keeping himself ready.

"Please Daddy, fuck me!" you whined and he was on you faster than you expected him to be. Grabbing you by your hair and maneuvering you to your back and he crawled over your body. Settling himself between your legs. His tip pressed into your waiting entrance.

"As you wish, Sweetheart," Dean whispered before slamming into you in one quick deep thrust, not giving you any time at all to adjust to his thick girth as he pounded into you as a punishing pace. The coil tightens in your stomach quickly as he fucks you almost flat onto your stomach, his hand slipping around you, and rubbing your clit in harsh circles matching his pace.

"Dean," you moaned, feeling your release so close that your body was shaking under him. You knew better than to cum without his permission, not when he was this dominant.

"Not yet," he growled feeling your walls flutter around him. lowing himself down as his lips met yours, his thrust deep and slow, his whole demeanor changing as he slowly drove his cocking into your clenching walls, the tip hitting your cervix almost painfully, but in the best way.

"Look at me, Sweetheart," his voice was so soft that it threw you off guard. You looked at him and for the first time, you saw more love and softness in his eyes than you even saw.

"I love, Y/N."

For a moment you were so stunned you didn't know what to say. Tears welling in your eyes surpassing the almost unbearable need to cum for a moment.

"I love you too, Dean."

"Let go, baby girl," he whispered to you as his lips met yours in a tender, passionate kiss. Your walls clamp down around him and his seed spilling deep inside of you as you both feel over the edge together as your orgasms sweep through your bodies, hitting your very soul, Dean's name a prayer on your lips as he grunted into your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin, and sweat damping both of your bodies.

As soon as you both had control over your breathing Dean pulled out of you slowly, kissing you on your lips before disappearing and heading to the bathroom, coming back with a warm damp rag, and a bottle of lotion to soothe your overly red skin of your ass that was still stinging lightly, and you were pretty sure you'd not only be walking funny, but sitting funny tomorrow as well.

Once Dean was done with the aftercare he climbed back into bed and pulled you tight to his chest.

"I'm sorry I lost control like that baby, I was too rough with you tonight," Dean mumbled, pressing a chased kiss to the top of your head.

"You weren't too rough with me Dean. I would have used my safe word if you had been."

"I was jealous of you hanging out with Sammy all day. I can't handle this sinking around. I don't care who knows we're together. I'll deal with whatever happens, and I'll die protecting you if I have to, but I don't give a damn who your mine."

He tucked the covers protectively around you, pulling you even tighter against him.

"I love, Sweetheart."

I love you too, Dean. I'm all yours."

"Mine," Dean mumbled. Kissing you softly. "And I'm all yours."

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bbaronpiper · 4 years

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Wake up call

Here’s another collab with @artsaree. She’s amazing. you should definitely check out her writings. So basically, we both wrote half of it .

warnings: smut

Aron x Reader

my part

7:30 am. Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm you turned it off quickly but you still heard a low groan coming from the other side of the bed. You felt Arón stir a little but refused to open his eyes. You turn to face him and run a finger on his cheek. Savoring the few moments you have with your boyfriend. You slept last night without him. He was out partying with his friends. Again. You didn’t have a problem with it at first because you swore you’ll never be that type of girlfriend who controls and forbid their man on the things they want to do. Until recently, it became a habit of his.

“Morning, Baby” His voice was low and husky.

You smiled at him in return, scooting closer. “Slept well?”

“Si” He said while rubbing his eyes. “Partying after spending whole day on set isn’t easy”

You bit the insides of your cheek to stop you from spitting the words. Arón must have noticed this since he then turned to lie on his back and exhales. Leaving your hand that was on his cheek to fall on his shoulder. “Do you have something to say Y/N?”

You leaned on your elbow trying to get him to look at you. Your hands travelled down to his chest “Don’t you think you’ve been partying a lot lately?”

“Mmm Don’t think so..” he shrugged still not looking at you.

“You’re barely home” you almost whispered not sure if you want to push this discussion.

“What do you mean Y/N? I’m always home” he then looked at you.

You were about to open your mouth to spill everything you’ve been feeling lately but then decided not to. He probably too tired for drama anyways.

“Come here” he motioned to you as he opened his arms. You complied and laid on his chest. “Te quiero.” He lifted your chin up and look at you deeply. “Don’t ever think otherwise. Even just for one second” stupid you, let your heart flutter at his words smiling up at him sweetly.

You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You stare yourself at the mirror and saw your red and puffy eyes. You kept staring blinking rapidly trying to stop the tears from forming. You stood there for what felt like years before wiping your face with a clean towel. You held your breath one last time, tightly shut your eyes only to open them again, exhale and went out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

2:40 am and he’s still not home. Why are you not surprised?

It was so obvious. Looking back now, you felt like a complete idiot blindsided by love. You should’ve seen it coming when he gave you that smile that didn’t reach his eyes anymore, the way your lips touched and moved in sync but the desire to have you was gone.

“Bet you couldn’t last a day without fucking me” you laughed as you teased him. You two just finished fucking and were now watching a movie when his hands travelled up to your thighs again.

“Is that a challenge?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Nahh, just stating facts” you then got this brilliant idea to get back at him for all those times he made you beg and tease you. You straddled him, bury your face onto his neck softly gliding your lips against his skin while your finger trace against his bare chest. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt of his. Nothing underneath so you’re pretty sure he felt how wet you are right now. Normally, this would work. Arón never declined sex.

“Bebe” you whispered to his ear seductively and nibbled on it after.

“Shhh!!! Here comes the best part!” his eyebrows furrowed as he pointed on the screen.

Oh this was gonna be hard. “So, you’re saying, you wouldn’t touch me even if I am naked?” he shrugged, his lips formed an inverted smile with his eyes still glued to the TV. You then took your shirt off. And you swore you heard a soft “damn” coming from him. You just wanted to mess with him, tease him but the feeling of his skin touching yours turned you on as you start grinding him through his boxers moaning close to his ear.

Nada. No emotions.

You sighed in frustration so you decided to take it to another level. You then turned your back at him leaning on his chest, you open your legs wide and draped your legs on his. You smirked as you can already feel his growing bulge against your ass.

“I hate to fuck myself but since my boyfriend’s ignoring me…. Oh well” you announced as your hand gripped his leg and your other hand start to play with your clit. Rubbing small circles and moaning softly at first. You can feel him shifting underneath you. you were surprised when he grabbed your waist and push you off of him and sat you on the side.

“Yo.. you’re b-blocking the view,Y/N” he said uneasy. His hands gripped his thigh and bit his lower lip way too hard for you not to know he’s about to give in.

You scoffed at him “Oh it’s on!” you then place your left leg again on his right one and start to rub your clit faster than before making you moan so loud saying things like “Ohhh baby…” “Si, Arooonnn, si!” you’re so wet it made it easier to switch from rubbing your clit into inserting two fingers inside you. your other hand then reached for his growing bulge. He refused to touch you but you definitely wouldn’t refuse to touch him. You started palming him as you pleasure yourself earning a low growl from him. “Let me ride you baby”

You then suddenly felt his hand over yours, the one you had on your pussy and jerk it. “You drive me crazy”

@artsaree /Sara’s part

He managed to push you away a little so he could finally flip you both over so he was now on top.

Smirking down at you he pulled down his pants, making his hard dick slap against his lower stomach.

„Open up.“

You bit your lip and jerked your head back to give him easier access to hover over your face. Slowly he slid his dick in your welcoming mouth, making both of you moan out softly.

„Mhm just like that.“ he groaned and held onto the wall for support as you were sucking his tip seductively.

„Take it.“ he suddenly spoke and pushed his length into your mouth. It was always a little hard for you to fit all of him in your little mouth but he still made sure you were okay.

There was still a little space left so you nodded at him to tell him he could push his entire dick in your mouth.

„Dont want you to gag, u know that.“ he just mumbled but did as you told him and he slid his cock deeper.

„Ah fuck.“ he groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

You could feel tears building up, he seemed to notice too because he pulled out completely. You swallowed and took a deep breath. „You good?“ he spoke but you just replied by bringing his tip back to your lips.

„Mh good girl.“ he moaned out as you kitten licked his tip.

„On your stomach babygirl.“ he groaned after you had sucked on his tip for a bit.

He got off of you and stood up to get a condom from the drawer.

Meanwhile you lied down on your naked stomach and waited for him.

„Open your legs for papi.“ he growled as you felt a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. That made you moan out in pain but it also felt good. It wasnt hardcore pain, but you did know it would leave a spot.

You opened your legs and lifted your hips up a little.

„Yes good.“ you heard his deep voice behind you.

Arón grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips for support. „Ready for my cock honey?“ he asked.

„Yes papi.“ you moaned as a response before he slowly slid his hard cock into your trembling pussy. „Ah fuck you‘re always so tight.“ he whispered and grabbed your hips roughly.

Without hesitation he started slamming into you as if there was no tomorrow. With harsh thrusts he kept hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.

Arón was moaning loudly as you could already feel him getting closer.

He changed his angle a little by aiming higher, laying down on your butt.

„Babe.“ he growled and suddenly grabbed you by your hair.

He he never done that before.

And he knew you didnt like it since your head was sensitive.

But that moment you were so turned on, you didnt even think of stopping his actions.

Arón fucked you roughly and fast while you were moaning out his name or cursed. You could hear him panting against your back.

„Im coming baby.“ he groaned and slammed into you with no mercy. You couldnt keep it any longer either.

Two last thrusts and he had you coming for him. Your body started shaking as your orgasm went through your body like lightening.

„Yes baby come on.“ he smacked your butt once again until he came as well. „Fuck yes.“ he almost screamed and jerked your head up on your hair.

It hurt but you were too concentrated on your own orgasm you didnt realize.

Your back was up against his chest while his cock was twitching in you, spilling his cum into the condom.

„Ah fuck.“ he breathed out as he calmed down from his intense orgasm.

You were pretty exhausted too and just expected him to cuddle you and finish the movie but he suddenly whispered:“On your back.“

You were confused but followed his commands and lied down.

„Put your arms behind your back. No touching until I come back.“

By nodding you agreed and he left the room without saying any more.

You waited patiently for him to come back and it was really hard not to touch yourself. You just came, yes, but your clit hadnt gotten any of his attention yet. And usually he ate you out before sex or at least rubbed your clit while he was fucking you.

It took him about 5 minutes to finally return to the bedroom, he was now wearing jeans, but his upper body was still exposed.

„Did you touch yourself baby?“

You shook your head truthfully and spoke:“No I didnt.“

-„Promise?“ he asked and stood in front of the bed looking at you.

„I promise daddy.“

He nodded and finally climbed inbetween your legs.

„Good girl.“

He spread your legs carefully before finally attaching his lips to your thighs, placing soft kisses everywhere.

This boy could really fuck you rough and tell you you‘re his baby a second later.

Your hands were still behind your back, just as he had told you to, while his tongue was tracing circles on your thighs and lower stomach.

„Arón.“ you moaned out, seeking pleasure.

He loved being called daddy or papi, but hearing you say his name was his biggest turn on. He loved your voice, and when it said his given name he got reminded how much he loves you really.

„You sure you deserve this for being such a bitch to me before?“ he played.

„Arón please.“ you exclaimed and looked down at him.

He was just laying there, looking up at you, no part of his body touching yours anymore.

„You know what. Nah. Maybe tomorrow.“

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halfwaythereroyalwrites · 4 years

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Loops and Numbers (Cassian Andor’s Kilig One-Shot)

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader

Rating: PG because of cursing. Nothing else I can think of unless your secondhand embarrassment is bad.

Word count: 1,425 words

A/N: Let me know if you have any requests or would like to be added to a taglist!

Kilig is a Tagalog word to describe the excitement and exhilaration and possibly embarrassment from anything remotely romantic.

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“Cassian Jeron Andor, if you give me one of your fucking handwritten reports one more time!” I growled at the startled captain, shoving the folder into his chest.

“Good to see you too,” Cassian greeted sarcastically. He opened the folder to read through his report before shaking his head. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

“Maybe it’s because you couldn’t read it in the first place,” I retorted.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why don’t you read this sentence to me?” I pointed at a random line in his mission report. I saw him squint his eyes at his muddled handwriting, struggling to decipher the words from the messy loops and smudges. Before he could get a word out, I cut in. “See! Even you can’t read it!”

“I was working on it! Give me a minute.”

“No! I keep telling you to type up your reports so that it’s faster, but you refuse to make it easier on me. Then you have the nerve to give. me. this,” I poked the folder covering his chest with each word I hissed. “Stop giving me this chicken scratch. You’re typing up your own damn report this time,” I huffed. I began to march back to command center when I heard Cassian catching up behind me.

“No, come on, Y/N. I have a mission tomorrow, and I just got back from one today. Please, I wanna get some rest,” he pleaded. He blocked my path, but I refused to stop walking, so he blocked my way by jogging in front of me then matching my pace while walking backwards, keeping his eyes on me as we argued.

“Cassian, it takes me forever to type up your reports because I can’t read them! I’ve asked you so many times to just type it up, and you never listen to me!”

“I’m sorry, but come on, Y/N. Do me this favor?”

“No!” I shoved him out of my way and continued walking. Cassian was relentless, however, and caught up with me once more.

“How about this? I’ll read my report to you, and you type it up. That way, the report is finished, and we both get to call in early!” I stopped to look at him. There was a pause between us while I pondered the decision. It would make it a lot easier if I typed it up. Cassian was notorious for taking his sweet time to type up his reports, preferring to submit the handwritten notes he had quickly jotted down on his way back from a mission. This bad habit had angered the higher-ups, who assigned me to personally make sure his reports are typed up and submitted on time for intel briefings.

“Ok fine,” I conceded. “But you owe me.”

“Anything you want, hermosa! Let’s go.” He hooked my arm in his and sauntered toward command center, as if this was a friendly catch-up session rather than an unfortunately mandatory documentation. He plopped us down in front of a vacant computer and started to read through his notes. I sat with my fingers hovering over the keys, waiting for him to begin dictating the details of his latest mission. There was an awkward silence between us for a moment. I gazed at his face while he was squinting at his report. The space between his brows were furrowed. His hands rested against his mouth, lips slightly pouted around his fingers. His eyes flitting back and forth over the paper. One look at his face, and I knew.

“You can’t read your report, can you?” I teased, eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Yes, I can. I can read it so well that, “ Cassian shut the folder closed. “I’m gonna tell you what happened without even looking.” He leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and placed his chin on top of his fists — focusing on me with those big, brown eyes and a mischievous grin on his lips.

“…you’re such an idiot.” I deadpanned, not falling for this tactic…again. “Just start telling me what to type.”

Cassian surprisingly recounted the details of his report in a striking, vivid manner. As the action picked up in his mission, his gestures grew more lively. He kept rocking back and forth in his chair — not being able to sit still — his arms and hands waving around in an effort to help me visualize the magnitude and heroic manner of his actions. His accent growing thicker as strings of rich details flowed from his lips. On the other hand, I peered at him occasionally through my peripheral vision, pausing occasionally to take in a particularly stirring moment he was narrating. The entire time, I was biting back a full-blown smile at his antics, betrayed by the upturned corners of my lips. His passionate narration was infectiously amusing, and yet I couldn’t grant him the satisfaction of knowing I could sit here listening to him tell stories for millennia. In the midst of his story, K-2SO’s towering figure came to join us.

“As I recall, it was much less dramatic than that,” K-2SO chimed in — interrupting Cassian — who was narrating a harrowing tale of how he managed to escape a dozen stormtroopers chasing him in a marketplace. The droid folded its figure into a vacant chair on my opposite side, sandwiching me in the middle.

“Yes, but it felt more dramatic because I was actually there, you know, risking my life. You were on the ship, sitting around,” Cassian countered.

“You agreed that there was a 60% probability that we would get caught if we met with the informant together. You specifically commanded me to stay on the ship because…”

“Shhh it doesn’t matter,” Cassian shook his hand and shushed K-2SO, who nevertheless persisted in telling a more pragmatic version of the mission. Their voices melded over each other, arguing over which details were correct and which were overdramatized. Cassian preferring to tell a gripping account of him nearly being arrested by the Galactic Empire. K-2SO, on the other hand, spouting off facts and statistics that dispute Cassian’s dramatization.

“Ok I think I’ve heard enough,” I butted in. “The report’s been done for quite some time now anyway,” I muttered under my breath.

“Great! That’s good. Make sure you got the part where I saved K-2SO’s ungrateful ass in there,” Cassian quipped, nodding his head and stretching his limbs. I grinned and rolled my eyes at their antics. I grabbed the handwritten report sitting abandoned off to the side. Cassian rose from his seat the same time I did, with him being closer to me than I initially thought. The distance between us was mere inches and yet all of it somehow filled with awkward tension neither of us were willing to break. He and I gazed at each other, not moving a muscle or saying a word to fill the silence. His brown eyes always looked so serious. Deep in thought and never present. I realized his recent grand show of recounting his mission to me was the first time I had ever seen his eyes so lively. As if he wanted to be nowhere else but here. With me. In this moment. Kind of like what his eyes are telling me now. My ears had muted the activity buzzing all around us, focused on what Cassian’s next words would be. He opened his mouth to say something when a voice from behind interjected into the silence between us.

“Based on body language and the amount of time you two have been staring at each other, which is quite significant might I add, there is an 80% chance she likes you as well, Cassian,” K-2SO stated. I whipped my head to look at K-2SO with wide eyes before turning to look at Cassian, who reflected my wide-eyed expression, although it was pointedly aimed at the former Imperial security droid.

“I’m…uh…I’m gonna go,” I stammered out, pulling further away from Cassian. I moved to my right, and Cassian moved to his left, meaning to let me through but instead inadvertently blocking my way.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Cassian took hold of my arms as if I were about to fall. His eyes taking in my reaction to our newfound closeness. The movement made me pause, and the heat pooling in my cheeks slowly starting to spread to the rest of my face.

“I would like to increase that probability to 90%.”

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A/N: partly inspired by one of @love-me-a-good-prompt ‘s posts

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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Play Pretend, Pt. 2

Rafael Barba x Reader. CW: ALL THE SMUT, language - NSFW! Seriously. This is pure filth y’all. WC: 2615.

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It felt like all eyes were on the two of you as you departed the bar. Rafael’s hand was on the small of your back as you walked first through the doorway. You turned ever so slightly towards Rafael and gave him a small smile.

“I’ll get us a cab,” Rafael offered. He moved to step away, when you tugged on his hand, drawing him back. You stepped close to Rafael. Gazing into his eyes, you smoothed his hair and gently cupped his cheek - you reminded yourself to give him shit about shaving another day - before pulling him into a deep kiss. Rafael could taste the cherry in your mouth, as your tongues dueled. Your sucked in his bottom lip and nibbled before pulling away. Rafael was surprised at how intensely the kiss registered.

“Cab?”

“Right, cab,” Rafael sputtered and he stepped off the curb. You reapplied your lipstick as Rafael signaled for a cab.

Fortunately, the wait was short-lived. Rafael held the door for you, letting you enter first. Rafael began to give the address to your shared apartment, but you cut him off, providing a different address.

Rafael looked at you in surprise. He had thought the evening would be spent at home, but clearly you had something else in mind.

For the duration of the ride, your bodies were positioned to where they were touching or near touching. Your leg rubbed against his. At one point, you gazed out the window, your arm was extended out to the seat and Rafael’s fingertips just grazed yours ever so lightly. In that moment, Rafael didn't know he could love you more, but there, in that moment, in the darkened cab ride, he did.

The elevator ride up to the room was just the same. Small but frequent touches and flirty glances. Your hearts were hammering in both of your chests. The two of you were nervous - but it was a different kind of nervous. An excited nervous.

You offered Rafael to help himself to whatever was in the bar and to make himself comfortable. “Sit back, relax. I’ll be right back,” you replied, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

The door to the bathroom shut with a click and Rafael walked around the room, giving himself a very quick tour. He walked over to the bar cart, poured himself a drink and made his way back to the couch that was in adjoining room.

He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his own dress shirt. The door to the bathroom creaked open. Rafael was not prepared for the sight before him. His mouth went dry and a course of heat immediately flashed through him, sending all of his pumping blood, south.

If Rafael had to describe your appearance, to him, you were dressed in pure sex. Your lingerie consisted of black lace cups with peek-a-boo details with a leather underbust band. It was as if architectural form met lace and lingerie in the cage and straps of your bra. There was a matching, high waisted garter belt with straps. The sheer tulle thong you wore had embroidered detailing. Completing the look were black thigh high stockings attached by the garter straps.

“See something you like?” you asked innocently, as you strutted towards him.

Rafael nodded, at a complete loss for words.

You straddled Rafael. His hands skimmed your thighs, reveling in the feel of the hosiery beneath his fingertips. Finally, his hands settled on your hips. “Now I’m not the type of woman who sleeps on the first date –” you began.

Rafael snorted, an implication of how your real first date with him went. Your eyes narrowed, and you gripped his chin to face you. “Shhh, you're breaking character," you scolded playfully. Rafael nodded. “Lo siento.”

Your stared at Rafael intently, before kissing him hard. Rafael’s hands gripped your tightly against him. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and your tongues battled each other’s. Rafael traced your mouth with his tongue before sucking in your bottom lip. He gave it a little tug, pulling a soft mewl out from you. You pulled away again, your lipstick which was perfect from the earlier reapplication was smeared.

“You’re beautiful,” Rafael rasped softly, his eyes darkening as he drank you in once more. “Intoxicating.” His large fingers wrapped around your neck, pulling your mouth to his once more so he could taste you once more. His tongue was warm against yours and your lips tingled. Rafael tugged your bra down, causing your breasts to spill out from their confines - not that your bra covered much anyway. Rafael palmed a breast, using his thumb and index fingers to twist and tug on a nipple.

You sighed into his kiss as your hands moved down his clothed chest. Rafael was solid and you could feel his muscles twitch under his shirt. You pulled at it, untucking the shirt. Breaking the kiss, Rafael helped you remove his shirt, before tossing it to the floor.

You kissed Rafael once more, leaving upwards into the kiss and his large hands made way to your rear, where he squeezed your flesh firmly before landing a resounding smack. Rafael massaged your skin once more before following up with another spank. You whimpered in response.

“Lo amas,” Rafael growled in your ear, causing you to shudder, goosebumps erupting over your skin.

You kissed him once more, your tongue flicking against his. You ground against his cock, causing Rafael to groan.

Rafael pushed his thumb into your mouth. You and Rafael locked eyes and he felt his breath hitch as you sucked and swirled your tongue around the tip. “Fuuuuck,” Rafael moaned.

You released his thumb from your mouth. “That’s the plan,” you replied with a wink.

Dipping your head to pepper kisses along his chest and neck, you slowly sunk down his body, and settled in between his legs. Your hands skimmed his thighs before landing on the part Rafael needed to have touched most. You palmed the growing bulge and Rafael’s hips thrusted erratically upwards.

“Is that what you like? Don’t worry guapo, I will take care of you,” you cooed. Rafael looked down at you, his eyes blown with lust. He nodded and you smirked, biting your bottom lip. You reached around and unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor, by his shirt. The sight of you between his legs, breasts exposed, lipstick strewn was enough to drive Rafael crazy. You were a goddess.

Rafael stood, and you inched back so that he could remove his shoes, socks and jeans. Finally, he pulled his throbbing hard cock free from the confines of his boxers. The tip glistened with pre cum and you instinctively licked your lips hungrily. There was a glint in Rafael's eye when he noticed the way you were looking at him. “Keep your eyes on me,” you quietly commanded.

You rose up on your knees so you that you were higher. You spat into your hand and reached up to jerk his cock before taking him into your mouth. Rafael hissed and he wrapped both of his hands into your hair, guiding your mouth on his cock. He had to will himself to not just fuck your mouth and completely unload. Closing his eyes, Rafael wondered how you’d look with his cum decorating you, and he decided to save that idea for another day.

“You’re such a good cocksucker,” Rafael praised and you squealed in response, though the sound was muffled because your mouth was full. Rafael’s cock felt heavy in your mouth and the taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. You were soaking wet; you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

You pulled away, a strand of saliva connected you to him. You continued to use your hand to help you before taking more of his length into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. The sounds of your mouth slobbering all over his cock drove Rafael crazy.

You didn't ease up. You reached up and gently cradled his balls, massaging them softly. Rafael continued to sing your praises as you worked him. You dipped your head down and sucked gently on his balls, as your other hand jerked him.

Rafael was close; he was losing his damn mind. “I am going to cum,” he warned. “Mmmm,” you hummed, sending vibrations up and through Rafael’s body. Rafael’s grip on your head tightened and without warning he began to fuck your mouth, thrusting erratically. Suddenly your mouth was flooded with the taste of his hot, salty cum as he released into your mouth. Rafael shuddered as the last drops of his cum released into your mouth. “That’s it, take it like a good girl,” he rumbled, deep and low.

You released him from your mouth, some cum dripping from your mouth as you did so. Rafael wiped it with his thumb and you turned your face so you could capture his thumb again with your mouth to suck it clean. Once you did so, Rafael pulled you up to him, kissing you hard, tasting himself. Hands on your ass, Rafael scooped you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips.

He carried you to the bed, before throwing you down. The comforter was so fluffy, you almost sunk into it. You didn’t have time to get too comfortable as Rafael turned you over, and pulled your legs up, so that your ass was in the air, the rest of your body splayed down.

Rafael could feel himself hardening again once more, the sight of your scantily covered ass with the garters stretching, was all too erotic. His hands ran up your thighs, before he got to your center. The tips of his fingers ghosted your sex. The sound of material ripping filled the room and you realized he had torn the thong you were wearing.

Rafael spread your cheeks, before delving his face into your soaked pussy. You moaned loudly, as his warm tongue licked a broad stripe. Instinctively, you pushed back, trying to get his tongue deeper inside of you. Rafael held you steady as he ate you out like if he was a man possessed. His tongue swirled over your lips and swollen nub, your arousal flooding his mouth. You gripped the sheets, feeling your orgasm approach quickly. “I could eat you for hours. You have the sweetest little pink pussy,” he confessed before delving back in, holding you tighter to his face.

Just as you felt your walls start to flutter, Rafael pulled away, partly in an attempt to catch his breath, and partly to tease you. His face glistened with your arousal. He alternated kisses with love bites on your thighs.

He slipped a finger inside of you and slowly pumped it in and out of you. You cried out in response. “Oh my fucking God! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pleaded. Rafael slipped another finger, continuing to languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you. Your thighs trembled, feeling the coil inside of you begin to grow again.

Rafael could sense you were at the precipice once more. He slipped another finger, stretching you fully. His thumb ghosted your swollen pink pearl. “Please let me cum,” you sobbed. Every nerve ending in your body was on fire, it had never been this intense before.

Rafael chuckled low, slipping his fingers out. “Paciencia, cariño.” Rafael flipped you over, so that you were sprawled on your back. He made a big show of sucking his fingers clean.

Wantonly, you spread your legs once more and reached down to rub your clitoris. Rafael swatted your hand away. You whined in response. Rafael was hard again, his cock throbbed. “You want something amor?”

You bit your lip, nodding. “Please.”

Rafael stroked his cock, as he sat back on his haunches. “What do you want?”

“You,” you mewled. “Your cock in my pussy.”

Rafael positioned himself over you. Reaching down, he rubbed his cock against your slit. You bucked your hips trying to get him closer. Again, teasingly, Rafael ribbed his cock against your folds, barely just slipping in. You whimpered in protest.

Rafael braced himself on his forearms, his mouth against your ears. “What was that again? Repítete. No te escuché.”

“¡Ay carajo! I want your cock in my pussy, Rafael. Fucking fill me up with that big fat cock of yours,” you implored desperately.

“That’s it,” Rafael moaned, sliding his cock into you. You gasped at the fullness. You clung onto Rafael as he bottomed out. He filled you so completely that it took your breath right out of you, just like it did every time that you were intimate with him.

Slowly, Rafael began to thrust up into you. However, you were so close to the precipice and not in the mood for niceties. “Come on, I’m not gonna break,” you gritted. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Rafael growled in response before quickening his tempo. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall as he repeatedly pistoned into you. Your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, and Rafael’s gold chain swayed against your chest with every thrust. Your lovemaking was primal, animalistic and raw. Rafael rotated his hips, before coming to a still causing you to mewl and whimper.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Rafael cooed. “Your pussy takes my cock so well.”

“I... I...” you babbled incoherently. Rafael pulled out of you, before pulling you on top of him. You followed his lead, reaching down to grab his cock. You noticed your essence all over his cock and you groaned internally before you climbed onto him and sunk into his cock. You began to bounce eagerly, and Rafael sat up, pawing your tits. He sucked on your flesh as you continued to ride him.

Rafael used the pad of his thumb to rub your swollen pink nub as you bounced on him. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

“I am going to... fuuuuck,” you gasped.

“Come for me,” Rafael commanded with a grunt, gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you. His grip was so tight, you were certain there would be bruises on you hips come morning. “Cream on my cock.”

You wailed Rafael’s name as you came completely undone. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Rafael and he came once more, stiffening as he released into you. Feeling Rafael come again was your undoing and once more you came, murmurs of “let my pussy milk that cock,” left your lips. Your eyes were shut so tightly, you saw stars.

You collapsed against Rafael, falling into a heap as you came down back to reality. Rafael pressed a kiss to your head, before gently lifting your face to give you a soft kiss. You stayed intimately connected as you each caught your breath. You eventually peeled your sweaty body off of Rafael. You snuggled into his chest, basking in his warmth. “That was ... wow.”

“You broke character,” Rafael quipped, as he stroked your hair. “You said my name, not Miguel, the stock broker’s.”

You giggled, playfully smacking his chest. “What can I say? Your name just falls easily from my lips. I guess we’ll just have to have a do-over.” You looked up at Rafael now stroking his chest. He chuckled before pressing another kiss to your lips.

“As many do-overs you need,” Rafael promised. “Get some sleep, I love you."

“Good thing I packed us enough clothes for the weekend. Love you too.”

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