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waatermelon-sugaar · 3 years

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Take Care of Me

Pairing = Santiago x reader

Words = 5.5k

Summary = A discussion about sex toys turns into something more … concrete

Warnings = Swearing, talk/description of mild anxiety. SMUT (18+ only), use of handcuffs in a sexy way, oral, piv sex

A/N = Prompt no.8 requested by @itspdameronthings as part of my 300 follower celebration, thanks so much, hope you like it! Prompt was “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself” w/santi and bolded in text. Also 3 things; 1 = Tom doesn’t exist in this AU, 2 = this is basically pure smut im so sorry, and 3 = I did do head hopping in this, which I know you’re not like supposed to do but also fuck the rules y’know?

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***

It’s always easy to be loose after one of Benny’s fights.

It’s a heady mix of adrenaline, beer and testosterone, swirling together into a mix that makes you forget your normal boundaries. You’re normally quite brazen about your sex life anyway, but there is a line. You respect your partners, and there’s no need for your teammates to know too much.

You’re all packed into a half-moon booth, Benny straddling a chair that he pulled up to the table after he spent too long chatting up the bartender.

It’s a small comment from Benny (because of course it’s Benny), saying that you haven’t got laid in a while, and you’re honestly surprised he noticed. But then, that’s the only predictable thing about Benny, that he is unpredictable.

Your surprise means you take a little too long actually thinking about it, which confirms Benny’s statement. You lean back a little in your seat, desperately ignoring Santi, who’s sat to your left. It also means you bite back a little harder in defence.

“Well maybe if you guys didn’t look like you’re about to murder anyone who even dares ask for my number maybe I’d have better luck.” That’s a lie, but there’s no way you’re going to tell them the truth. No way you’re going to tell Santi-

Your thoughts are interrupted by Will, sat to your right. “So you’re asking for our help?”

You scoff, hitting him up the head. “No, thank you.” Will knows why. Because of course he does. One of your oldest friends, he’d been the one who convinced you to join the team in the first place. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

You send a wink down to the table to Benny, who’s the first to catch on, hollering, and you try not to react to Santi leaning forward, suddenly interested, as though you’re not already hyper-aware of every body movement of his.

You continue, deciding you’re quite enjoying the effect you’ve had. “What do I need some stranger for when I can give myself a better orgasm than he could ever dream of?” You take a sip of your drink to hide your grin, as both Benny and Will holler, gaining a few glares from the pub’s other patrons.

That sip means you’re unprepared for Santi to lean in closer to you, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel his breath. “Maybe ‘stranger’ is where you’re going wrong.”

You swallow, unprepared for the sudden flare of attraction shooting through you and turning your head, just as he says, “I could take care of you.”

You catch a glimpse of Santi’s fuck me eyes when Benny (the dickhead) interrupts. Crossing his arms on the sticky table in front of him, he asks, “Does that mean you have toys?”

Frankie’s hat somehow tips lower on his head, if that’s possible.

Will twitches towards his brother, like he wants to strangle Benny for being so uncouth, but you put your hand on his upper arm. “Of course.” The best course of action is to just act like this is normal, so add a bit of air to your voice. This was normal. “Who doesn’t?”

There’s a blush rising on Benny’s cheeks and you can’t help but stoke it, grinning at him, and attempting your best bedroom eyes. He’s still not too ashamed to ask though. “What kinds?”

Will decides he’s had enough, glancing at Santi behind you with a frown and hitting Benny over the head in an imitation of the way you’d hit him. You laugh, unexpectedly pleased at the reaction you’ve gotten. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Benny nods, eager, even as Will stands, grabbing a hold of him, and steering him towards the bar. “Yes! Yes I would!” He manages to throw back at you and you laugh again, twisting your body to face Santi and Frankie, bringing your left leg onto the bench.

***

Meanwhile Santiago is in hell. He’s been in multiple hellish situations before, most similar to this one, in that it was always the 5 of you, bullets flying around your heads, rifles in your arms, weighed down by heat and sweat and tac vests.

And yet somehow, he thinks this might be the worst. Your foot next to his thigh, your knee bent, pulling your jeans up your leg and exposing your ankle to him. Watching you flirt with Benny, talking about sex, and toys, and masturbation. When that's all he wants to do with you. He just has to get the courage to tell you.

With you, there was a before in Santi’s life, and an after.

Before he knew you; and after he knew you.

Before he loved you; and after he loved you.

Except Santi’s not quite sure when he fell in love with you.

It started when Will introduced you as the newest member of the team, one of his childhood friends. He didn’t mean for it to happen, he treated you like he treated anyone else, quickly discovering that you weren’t like anyone else.

He welcomed you into his life with open arms, starting off innocently - he wanted to spend time with you. You were Will’s friend, which meant that there must be something good about you. You made him laugh, made him feel safe (even when he wasn’t). He’d wanted to do the same for you and thought he did a pretty good job.

He became your friend, until one day the two of you were watching a film. He can’t remember what it was, just that you were at his house, drinking and laughing and talking, huddled in one of his blankets, and looking like you belonged there, forever.

Falling in love with you was so easy, Santi didn’t even realise he was doing it.

Santi’s still impressed with himself that he didn’t just blurt out the words then and there. I love you.

How long had he been in love with you for? He couldn’t pinpoint down a specific moment. He remembered the night when you’d become friends - the last two around the bonfire, toasting marshmallows, making that awkward small-talk that occurs between acquaintances.

You’d made him laugh, playing chubby-bunny and teasing him until he’d had a go. You’d talked and talked, and Santi can’t even remember what about. Nothing, probably. The basics. Boring stuff, but filled with details that he’d used to keep the conversation going the next day.

He knows when he became your friend. Recognised when you trusted him more than the others, with the exception of maybe Will.

But he didn’t know when he fell in love with you. Just the day that the love became so overwhelming in his chest that he realised it.

The real nail in his metaphorical coffin was the night afterwards. The 5 of you had gone to a bar, and a girl had started talking to him as he was buying drinks. She was pretty, but she wasn’t you. And like a flashbulb, all of Santi’s previous partners flew through his mind and he realised that nothing had ever come out of them because they weren’t you.

They didn’t know how he liked his coffee, or why he had joined the military. They didn’t know the story behind his callsign, or what his favourite song was.

You did. What you weren’t there for, you asked about. You remembered. You made him feel important, like he mattered. In ways that he didn’t even really know existed.

You were the one that started him on decaf without telling him. That had been a conversation and a half. Before morning briefings, you’d started bringing him coffees. He hadn’t noticed much of a taste difference, and shamefully, had come to expect them.

Until, a month later, you weren’t there. A small trip home to visit your family, everyone knew you’d be back in a couple of days. Regardless, Santi had ordered what he’d thought was his usual coffee.

And found his anxiety rearing up again. It was subtle, making him more jumpy, less able to sleep, but it was there. He wasn’t sure what the cause was, definitely hadn’t linked it to the coffee, instead assuming that maybe he just missed you. Maybe because his anxiety hadn’t disappeared all the way, even with decaf. Maybe it was because it was your presence that helped him too.

He hadn’t even really noticed when the caffeine was gone, hadn’t noticed the absence of something wrong, only seeing the contrast when it returned. Maybe because it was gradual, the weaning off the caffeinated coffee, whereas the return, with his request of additional shot, had been too sharp for him.

You hadn’t noticed at first, assuming that Santi’s bear hug when he’d first seen you had just been because he missed you. But after lunch you pulled him to one side.

“Are you alright?” Your eyes are slightly wider with worry, and you’re chewing slightly on your bottom lip.

He hates that he’s the one to do that to you, and he tries to brush it off. “I’m fine.” That was his first mistake. His second was trying to push past you.

“Santiago!” He’s pulled up short, and there’s that tension, pulling at his shoulders, his eyebrows. “Tell me what’s wrong.” Your tone of voice hasn’t changed, but this time it’s a command.

Exhausted, hating himself, Santi drags his hands across his face. “Nothing. It’s nothing. I don’t...I don’t know.” He takes a breath, and it shudders through him. “I don’t know.” He sounds defeated, and he hopes you can’t hear it. “I just...I feel…” How does he feel? “Jittery.” Is what he finally settles on, but the word still feels wrong somehow.

You frown, looking him up and down like you’ve never seen him before. In fact, you’re silent for so long, Santi starts to be worried that you’re going to tell him to stop being so fucking ridiculous.

You don’t, but you ask questions.

Has he been sleeping? “Not really.”

Does he have something big coming up? “Just the usual.”

Has his daily routine changed at all? “No, I don’t think so. I get myself a coffee in the morning and the-”

You interrupt him with a hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry.” And now it’s wrong, because now you’re looking at him like it’s your fault, when it definitely isn’t. “Santi I’m sorry. It’s your coffee.”

Santi frowns. His coffee? And you sound so apologetic, and he doesn’t understand why. “I switched you to decaf.” You can’t meet his eyes any more, gaze skittering to his shoulder with nerves. And you’re not shutting up. “I’m sorry, I should have told you, or asked if I could, I just... I knew you were getting nightmares, and decaf helped me so I thought it might help y-”

Santi cuts you off with a hug.

And now, the three of you sat in the booth, he hates himself for agreeing with Benny. He would like to know. He has a sneaking suspicion, odd little comments you’ve made throughout the years that when pieced together, paint a picture. A very vivid picture that he sometimes uses to torture himself, late at night in bed, imagining what you’d look like with your hands between your legs and wrapping a hand around his-

Santi shakes his head. Now is not the time. There’s never really a good time to fantasise about one of your best friends, but in public when they’re sitting next to you, is definitely one of the worst.

And why did he have to offer to take care of you? Did he think he was in some kind of cheesy porno? What if you hated him-

In the end, it’s you who breaks him out of his thoughts. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed Pope.” You push out with your foot, lightly kicking his thigh, unable to read his stony face.

Throughout all of this, Frankie has kept quiet, and now the conversation seems like it’ll be returning to safer ground, he rubs a hand over his face, lifting his hat slightly. “No.” Santi protests, although he says it too fast for it to be sincere. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“Good,” you reply, and Santi can see the moment a thought pops into your head that you can’t resist, he can see it in the way your eyes light up with mischief. “Out of all the boys, I figured you’d be the most likely to use toys.”

Frankie quickly slides out from his seat, muttering something about going to the toilet, his cheeks aflame, as Santi chokes a little on his beer. “Or maybe Will,” you muse, and Santi coughs again. “Shit, are you alright?” You ask, rocking forward to lean on your knee so you can rub Santi’s back for a second.

He concentrates on getting himself back under control, on not focusing how warm your hand is against his back. He takes deep breaths in an attempt to calm his heart down, praying that the room is dark enough that you won’t see him blush.

Santi nods, his eyes watering a little, and you laugh, but it’s not unkind, not even when one of your thumbs wipes at his lower lash line, brushing away his tears with the pad. It’s so unexpectedly soft, another sharp contrast to this sticky, seedy bar they’re all in, where the booth seats are cracked and the most complicated drink they make is a rum and coke.

“Good,” you say, voice quiet, scooting back on the bench, your foot closer to his thigh this time, and Santi hates himself for wanting to follow you.

Instead, he pretends everyone else is still here, even as he watches Will whisper something into Benny’s ear as they stand, drinking next to the bar, with no clear intention of returning. Suddenly Benny punches Will’s upper arm, and Santi’s eyebrows twitch slightly in confusion. Benny looks ecstatic, and for what?

“I’ve used handcuffs,” he says casually, half of his mind taken up with Benny and Will acting like lunatics at the bar behind you. He’s wrenched back to you when you raise an eyebrow, and he’s reminded what it feels like to be the centre of your world.

Fuck, you’re sexy though.

***

Your heart beat speeds up, suddenly sounding loud in your chest. Your mind is screaming Danger! at you - but how can it be? This is Santiago. You would trust him with your life. You have.

I could take care of you, flashes through your mind again. Maybe-

“Yeah?” You ask, trying to act calm when there’s a steady thrumming under your skin. “And are you the tied up person, or do you do the tying?”

Santi scoffs, like he thinks the answer is obvious. Maybe it is.

“I do the tying.”

You smirk, dragging an exaggerated eye up and down his body. “Sure about that?”

He looks relaxed, like he can take up more space now Frankie has gone. One of his hands is on your calf, gently trailing up and down, slowly setting you on fire, and you don’t even think he realises he’s doing it. There’s something in his eyes that you don’t recognise, darker, although it seems familiar. That’s been happening more and more lately, especially when it’s just the two of you. You like it.

“You want to test me babygirl?”

You feel breathless. “Maybe I’d like to try.”

You’ve never spoken with Santi like this before. You flirt with him more than the other boys, but this is new. This feels...real, somehow. More dangerous. And he’s closer now, shifting, so your foot is over his lap, his hand wrapped around your ankle, on your bare skin and you’ve forgotten how to breathe. You watch his hand move on your leg and you feel like you could evaporate.

“That’s not what good girls do.” Fuck, his voice.

“Good girls don’t do a lot of things I do.”

And you’re not sure what gives you the sudden confidence, but you lean forwards, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. It’s a horrible angle, your legs in the way, but you don’t care.

And then you’re retreating, opening your eyes again, suddenly unsure of what you’ve just done. Your mouth feels tingly, where you can still feel Santi against you. His grip has tightened on your leg, no longer moving.

And then his hand is tugging at you a little, and there’s a smile threatening to take over his face.

Come here.

You scoot up, so your left leg is fully over him, your right leg tangling with his under the table and you can smell him now, beer and - as weird as it sounds - like a man. It’s familiar. Nice. Breathless, you shoot him a little grin, suddenly unsure.

And then he’s kissing you again and it’s everything you ever dreamed of. His lips are soft, but firm, moving against your mouth, contrasting with the slight stubble growing on his face. His free hand moves to your waist and you let out a small sound.

You break apart after a second, both of you breathless. You’ve slung your arms around his neck, fingers idly playing with his chain, and you’re the first to speak.

“So do you use those handcuffs on anyone?”

Santi kisses you again, short and sweet, before he answers, his lips mumbling against yours. “Hmm, just on girls I really like.”

You kiss again, neither of you really wanting to stop. “Can I use them on you?” Santi asks, moving to kiss along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe. You feel surrounded by him, he’s all you care about, all you can feel.

Your eyes snap open, desire pooling in your belly. Is this really happening? “Yes.”

“Good.” Santi’s voice is still low in your ear, before he moves down your neck, soft lips a stark contrast to his stubble catching on your skin. “How do you feel about a date, too?”

“Yeah?” You lean back slightly so you can see his face. He’s beautiful in this light, face half hidden in the shadows, eyes dark.

His lips are brushing yours again.

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up, take you somewhere nice, do it properly.”

“Good,” you mumble against him, “that sounds really good.” Your fingers are still playing with his chain, lightly brushing against the scar on his neck. “Shall we go?”

Before you know it, the two of you are sitting in a cab, having said a quick goodbye to the others, Will asking if it was safe for them to sit back in the booth. You’d responded with the finger, not bothering with a proper reply.

Santi leans over to you, whispering into your ear. “Can I really tie you up?”

You clench your thighs together, closing your eyes in an effort not to physically respond. The pause is enough for Santi to hesitate, hand shyly holding yours. “It’s ok, if you don’t want to, that’s fine, it was just a-”

You stop him with a kiss, moving your hand so you can squeeze him in reassurance. When you answer, it’s a mumble against his mouth so the driver doesn’t hear. “Break out the handcuffs, and we’ll see if you’re as tough as you act, big boy.”

Santi groans when you lean away from him.

Getting inside Santi’s flat is a feat in itself, and you’re honestly a little proud of the restraint both of you showed by not fucking in the stairwell, stopping every couple of meters to kiss each other senseless, hips clumsily knocking together as you rile each other up.

You’ve been inside his flat before, so when Santi kicks the door closed, walking you backwards into his bedroom, kissing you all the while, you don’t protest. It’s so nice to finally kiss Santi like you’ve wanted to for a while now, so nice to feel his hands on your waist, pushing you backwards while his hips press into yours, steady now, purposeful.

His fingers are playing with the waist of your trousers, and you help him, shimmying your jeans off, pushing them down your thighs and letting them fall to the floor. Then he surprises you, dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling your knickers down your legs.

Looking down, you feel dizzy from the rush of power this brings you. Santi looks like he’s about to worship you, his face close to your pussy. His hands are on your waist and he pushes at you, encouraging you to step back.

When you don’t he tips his head back, exposing his neck to you. “Step back.” His voice is dangerous and you can feel more wetness gathering between your legs. You grin down at him, still not moving.

In response Santi nips at your thigh, grinning when you gasp, hands flying to his hair. He pushes at you again, and this time you let him, stepping back until you hit his bed, sitting down.

Santi presses his hand against your stomach, and you allow yourself to be pushed back, falling back onto your elbows so you can watch him. He presses his nose to your mound and you squirm, impatient, as Santi spreads your knees so he can fit between your legs.

You watch him press his nose to your pussy, burying his nose in you, feeling yourself grow wetter. “You taste so good,” he groans, “Sweetest pussy I’ve tasted.” As he begins to explore you with his tongue, your hips lift off the bed with a groan and it takes you a second to recognise your own voice, broken with need. Santi’s arm reaches out, pressing you down as he explores your folds. Stubble is scratching your thighs, a pleasantly rough feeling compared to the soft wetness, the pliability of Santi’s tongue. Your clit is the first thing he concentrates on, his tongue practically lapping at you, and it all feels so good.

One hand is desperately fisting the sheets to the side of you as you try to hold on to reality, the other knotted in Santi’s short curls, nails scraping ever so slightly along his scalp even as he lifts you higher and higher. Broken pleas of his name fall from your lips when he inserts two fingers into you, gently pumping in and out, with a strangely satisfying squelch under your cries.

Your orgasm creeps up on you, slow and unsuspecting. One second your chest is heaving, breaths short and shallow, the next you’ve tensed up as you fall apart under Santi.

He keeps kissing you, gently pressing his lips over your thighs, hips, stomach as you stare at his ceiling, willing rational thought to return to you. He’s murmuring praises into your skin, telling you how good you are for him, what a good job you’ve done, how pretty you look when you come, how he wants to make you do it again, and all the while you float somewhere above your body, hardly daring to believe this is real. Santi keeps kissing you, any skin he can get his mouth on, desperate to keep tasting you. Gradually he moves up your body, even as you lie there, panting, letting him push your top up, bunching under your arms and around your neck.

Your hands fly to his hair when he bites the soft skin of your breast peeking out from your bra, and you arch your back towards him slightly, letting out a small whine. You can feel his smirk against you, so you wrap your legs around his waist, canting your hips up, grinding against where you can feel him, hard and aching in his jeans.

Now it’s your turn to smirk, slow and lazy when Santi lets out a low growl in response. He tips his head up so he can look at you, his eyes soft as he smiles at you. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

And then his body weight is gone and he’s standing next to the bed, taking his top off and it’s not the first time you’ve seen him shirtless, of course it isn’t, but it’s the first time you’ve seen him and been allowed to look, and Santi’s all shadows and soft muscle, pale scars highlighted on his skin.

You sit up, and it takes you a second to fight your way out of your top, quickly sliding the straps of your bra off, and dropping your clothes to the side of the bed as you watch Santi cross his room, and fish out a pair of handcuffs from a box with a couple of other objects inside, as well as what you’re pretty sure looks like a strap-on. And maybe it’s because his ass is currently in your eye-line, maybe it’s the surprise, but the image of you wearing it, teasing Santi with your dick while he waits on all fours on his bed, begging for you to touch him, suddenly pops into your head, and you have to work to hold back a moan at the mental image. Oh my god.

When Santi turns back to you, he’s opened the cuffs. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

You suddenly feel nervous, your mouth dry, and you don’t know why, this is Santi. He’s made it clear that you don’t have to do this, and anyway you want to. “Green is good, orange is slow down, red is stop,” you recite easily, and Santi nods in satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he says and his words hit deep in your stomach, unfurling something you hadn’t known existed. “You say something and I’ll untie you.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning back on your hands, eyeing up the way Santi’s jeans are still on, now hanging low on his hips, exposing a small trail of hair down from his bellybutton. “What if I don’t want you to untie me?” You ask.

You can see how his eyes darken, but he doesn’t move. “Tell me you understand,” he says, voice stern and you shiver.

“I understand,” you parrot. Santi nods, pleased at you doing as he says, and steps out of his jeans, pulling his boxers off at the same time, releasing his cock. He’s hard, curving up towards his stomach and leaking pre-cum.

Almost on instinct, you lean forwards to lick it off, and Santi lets out a groan of satisfaction at the sensation of your mouth just wrapping around his head, your hands on his thighs. Before you can take him any further, he’s stepping back, shaking his head.

“Lie back,” he instructs, and you obey. Santi kneels next to you, tugging your wrists up, above your head, looping the handcuffs through his headboard and clicking them on around you. You give them an experimental tug, biting back a moan when they hold fast. “Colour?” Santi asks, and you grin up at him.

“Green.” Your voice already sounds broken. “Santi, please.”

Santi just kneels back, looking at you with those hungry eyes. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out, hands running up and down your body, ignoring how you squirm as best you can under him.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “Why don’t you come down here then, instead of just watching me?” Santi’s hands reach your breasts, squeezing and gently massaging and you arch your back towards him.

“You’re unhappy with my hands?” Santi returns, and stops touching you. You can’t help it, letting out a whine and straining to move your arms towards him, before remembering you can’t, your attempted movement jangling the chain a little.

“No, Santi,” you’re desperate for him to touch you again, especially now you can’t touch him,“Santi please, touch me again, touch me more.” Begging has never come so easily to you. And then Santi’s moving between your legs, gripping your hips and thrusting up, but not into you, just along your folds. You moan, shifting as best as you can while Santi coats himself with your slick, the head of his cock just pushing your clit, teasing you and riling you up further.

You suddenly really want to touch him, to rake your hands through his hair, to scratch your nails down his back, to be able to suck a purple hickey into his skin. You let your head fall back to the bed, pushing your hips towards him, desperate for more, desperate for him.

It’s only when you open your mouth in a desperate plea, a whine of his name, “Santi, Santi please,” that he begins to push into you.

Your mouth falls open in silent pleasure, just as Santi begins to talk. “Fuck, baby.” The stretch of him is delicious. “I wanted this for so long.” Now fully seated in you, he rests on his forearms, kissing you softly, first on the forehead, then on your lips. “Colour?” he asks softly.

You nearly cry from how sweet it is, how sweet he is, before responding, a mumble against his lips. “Green.” You feel full, like this is how you’re supposed to feel all the time, this is your base state, and you’re going to spend the rest of your life trying to achieve this specific feeling.

“Good girl,” Santi murmurs and you keen at the praise, feeling insatiable, wanting more, clenching around him. He grins, registering your response. “You liked that? You like being told what a good job you’re doing, how good you feel around me..” he breaks off with a gasp, and your eyes close as Santi begins to move in time with his words, long, slow thrusts as he begins to put you together again, building you up, further and further, his thrusts speeding up gradually, the sound of his dick sliding into your wetness, and the slap of skin-on-skin loud in his room, mixing with your moans.

You lift your legs up, wrapping them around his waist, hooking one of your feet around Santi’s butt. They don’t stay there for long, one of Santi’s arms pushing one leg up your body, hand under your knee as he splits you open. The new angle hits something deeper in you, and you gasp, unable to move and at the mercy of Santiago.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, coming out of nowhere, your lower body suddenly clenching around Santi, arms straining against the handcuffs, as you try in vain to touch him. You tumble through it, muscles spasming as you fall under him. He keeps moving into you as you shudder below him, pulling you through with murmured praise and encouragement as another broken cry leaves your throat.

His thrusts start to get sloppier as he goes faster, losing his rhythm slightly and you can tell he’s near his end. As best you can, you start moving your own hips, grinding up to meet him, words of encouragement slipping past your lips. “Santi, you feel so good, are you gonna fill me up?” You coo, pouting a little, tugging your wrists a little for emphasis. “Please Santi, I want to feel you, come in me, please-”

You stop when Santi snaps his hips once more, with a groan of finality and you can feel his cum inside of you as he holds himself there, his cock pulsing within you. He presses a couple more gentle kisses to your neck before sliding out, and you hiss slightly at the pull on your sensitive folds of your pussy.

He leaves for a second, returning with a key and gently releasing your wrists. “Good girl,” he murmurs, massaging your skin. “You did so good for me.”

He helps you sit up, kissing your cheek before leaving again. This time when he returns, he has a wet rag, and a glass of water, which you take a sip from, not having realised how thirsty you were. He gently dabs the rag on the inside of your thighs first, and the two of you watch in slightly morbid fascination as Santi’s cum leaks out of you onto the rag.

“That’s kinda hot,” you comment idly, wondering if Santi fucked all sense of you.

He only laughs, wiping the mess away and cuddling up next to you. “Do you want me to do it again?” he asks as you lean into his arms, his hands wrapping around your wrists to rub circles into your skin.

“Yes,” you answer, probably too quickly but beyond caring.

“Good.”

There’s a pause, and you can tell Santi wants to ask you something, so you twist in his arms, kissing along his shoulder. The act feels small, and innocent somehow, despite your states of undress, as you try to reassure him.

“You were right,” you murmur near his ear, “Stranger was where I was going wrong.”

It takes him a second to piece your reference together, but then he grins, and it’s like he hung the sun in the sky. “Yeah? I took care of you?”

You kiss him again, this time on the lips, biting back your own identical grin. “Yeah.”

***

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aqvarius · 4 years

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HLITF: This is not the story of your first night: Soma - otona love - chapter 3 summary/translation

and we’re onto chapter 3! you can read the previous chapter here or check my new translations page to read from the beginning.

soma has just whispered in your ear (that you guys aren’t like that [doing SM play]) and you swear his lips touched your ear. you involuntarily put your hands on your ears at the feeling of his breath and he smiles. he’s read you completely again and you’re shocked that he could see into your mind to know that you were suspecting that the two of you had been engaging in sadomasochistic play.

soma: “but my “words” seem to trouble you...”

honestly how dare you say that with that face omg i know exactly what he’s doing!! the way he phrases things (guilt tripping you) while also using keigo honestly makes me die i love it so much.

he tells you that you worry too much and you say “n-no... i’m not really worried...”

soma says he will refrain from saying such things in the future. meanwhile i’m here screaming bc i love it when he's mean and we all know that the mc is do-M (super masochist) and also secretly loves it lmao.

soma: “of course, if you want to play like that-”

you: “I’M OKAY!!”

you freak out bc he’s saying all this in the department office!!

soma: “please tell me whenever you change your mind”

omg i actually need to take a break from this bc i’m like giddy at him having the gall to say that with that smile in the workplace!!!

“the pressure of this composed smile... it’s a technique that only soma-san can do”

keep reading under the cut!

anyway tsugaru pops up and tells you to do some work and you’re intimidated by the pressure of another smile (tsugaru’s). soma excuses himself politely and then tsugaru says he doesn’t have to run away like that. soma replies that he also has “work” to do (mirroring the way that tsugaru told you to get to work).

“the two of them are sending pressuring smiles to each other”

“awawa... why are these people always like this...”

lmaoooo i’m done hahaha hlitf mc is so done with their shit and i’m here having another break bc i’m laughing so hard. i’m getting flashbacks to that confrontation in soma ss3 where mc has this face... you know the one...

tsugaru asks if shuusuke-kun is also going to an SM bar, but soma says that he’ll leave the infiltration up to kurosawa. tsugaru asks won’t you experience it personally for work (not sure who he’s talking to) and you are like ?!?! why are you looking at me?

i imagine she has that face again lol.

soma says well, if you want to get some SM experience, you could do it through this public safety division. tsugaru says everyone here (in public safety) is an S type and you think “that’s what i thought too!”

then tsugaru says: “wouldn’t it be better to be the SM division of the national police instead?”

anyone who says hlitf isn’t the best voltage title ever is a liar.

you’re like “eh...” but you wonder why he’s still looking at you and if your thoughts are being leaked to tsugaru as well.

“by the way usa-chan [lil bun], you haven’t leaked information about shuusuke-kun, right?” tsugaru says. you deny it. he asks you if you’ll do your best for each other’s work and soma agrees and says you guys never tell each other anything. i think basically what tsugaru is asking is if you guys leak information to each other and soma is saying that you guys don’t discuss work secrets with each other. with a small laugh, soma leaves.

obviously you don’t leak the contents of your investigations but you wonder if soma can really say “such a remark”?

(i’m not 100% sure what she’s talking about here. i wonder if soma said something like leaking investigation content would be useless (無用) which then prompts the response?

“捜査内容の他言無用は当然のこととしても… 颯馬さん、本当にできるのかな？ ”そういう発言” を控えることなんて” this is the full text if anyone can help me!)

soma’s mean remarks come as naturally to him as breathing. you take these remarks naturally because you're always hearing them, but is that what you would call kotobazeme? (verbal attack) you start working at your seat, but your head is in the clouds, wondering what kotobazeme even is.

tsugaru: “that’s a nice expression”

tsugaru: “a woman’s face when she’s lost in thought is sexy, isn’t it”

you wonder if this is also kotobazeme.... no, it’s sekuhara [sexual harrassment]...? tsugaru tells you he likes that kind of face that thinks about amazing/outrageous things but also doesn’t think about anything and you realise, this isn’t sexual harassment or verbal attack...

“IT’S JUST SARCASM...!”

“momose-san ... i wish you would stop laughing through your nose like that”

this is the first time i remember actually seeing the momose smiling sprite and i can’t believe i have to see it bc i just got dissed by tsugaru wtf!! i wanted to see momose smile/laugh but not like this...........

anyway, tsugaru announces the new target, hands out case documents and then says something about needing 2 people to carry it out. momose directs an extremely annoyed look at you when he understands what that means (that it’s you and him on this mission).

tsugaru says yoroshiku ne and momose has to accept. he replies well, but you can tell he definitely doesn’t want to do this with you. momose immediately stands up with the documents and says let’s go.

on a side note, seeing momose’s face on my larger laptop screen has me swooning... maybe bc his skin looks so milky and we have the same hair colour lmao?? i would die for a momose route.

you tell him “w-wait, let me get ready-” and he’s like “you’re so slow”. you haven’t even read the materials yet. tsugaru says ganbatte ne, you reply ittekimasu (i’m off!) and leave the division in a hurry.

you run after momose and see soma talking on the phone and wonder who he’s talking to. (he basically just says “yes” and “that’s right” a lot on the phone here.) you’re in a rush, but your pace slows down. it’s hard to listen in/ask about the conversation because it might be concerning a mission. you hear him say that the matter is going as planned and you exchange nods/slight bows as he's talking. his eyes are kinder than you expected, your heart thumps and you have to drop your gaze a little.

“...such pretty fingers,” you think. your gaze lingers on soma’s hand which is carrying a smartphone as he walks further slowly.

“soma’s fingers are so long and straight, and supple”

“i’m used to seeing them, but somehow my heart is still pounding”

“when those fingers are “attacking” it’s a one hit KO*” (😲🤯)

*by attacking, you know what that means ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ichikoro means like defeated in one blow, but here i think she’s basically saying that when he fingers her (or touches her with his fingers if we want to be milder), it gets her weak (or makes her orgasm??)/she’s done immediately.

anyway you’re like ?!?! omg what am i thinking!! you shake your head and can’t believe what kind of crazy thoughts are popping into your head when you’re at work. soma’s like “?” and you yelp “e-excuse me!”, bow and pass him quickly. it’s because you were thinking about “verbal attack” [kotobazeme] ... but even then, to think about soma’s “finger attack” [yubizeme]...!**

**verbal attack = kotobazeme (言葉攻め) and finger attack = yubizeme (指攻め) use the same term seme (攻め). basically she was thinking about one type of “attacking” and then she thought about his fingers so that’s where her mind landed - in the gutter lmao

“ahh i’m the worst, this is so embarrassing,” you think. your whole body gets hot and you try to escape but -

???: “you dropped this”

that’s definitely soma’s voice. you can’t ignore him... you turn around helplessly and soma, who has finished his call, presents you with your handkerchief. he tells you it fell from your bag, and you thank him. he asks you what happened to make you so panicked. you tell him momose is waiting for you and he says “oh yes, he went out just before you”. you say that you’re accompanying him [momose] and soma says to please be careful if you’re tailing someone.

soma: “with such a red face, you’re very conspicuous”

he chuckles at you and your face and body grow hotter.

“i-is this verbal attack [kotobazeme]...!?”

soma made such a remark after all-

soma: “my apologies, i just said i would refrain”

your thought that “it’s impossible for you to refrain [from verbal attack]!” was read again.

soma: “but what i’m refraining from-”

with a sudden meaningful smile, soma’s face drew closer...

aaand that’s the end of chapter 3! i can’t believe we’re already halfway through. this story has me constantly laughing and swooning. seeing hlitf mc get all thirsty fantasising about soma’s fingers is so on brand for her i love it. i’m so looking forward to seeing soma being a massive tease (what’s new lol). hope you enjoyed this chapter and please let me know what you’re enjoying the most about this story, or what your predictions are for the rest of the chapters! i think the mission she’s on is going to land her at an SM bar haha... she hasn’t had time to look through the case file yet and i think the reason for that is that she’s going to be completely shocked when she finds out what she has to do on this mission.

in case you missed it, i also translated chapter 1 of “do bad girls like to self-pleasure?”, a masquerade kiss story from kazuomi’s point of view where he catches you self-pleasuring. i might continue translating and recapping that story if there’s enough interest and i can afford it haha.

i’ve also set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!

click here for chapter 4

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ijustreallylovezebras · 5 years

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Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY)

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie

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tomhollanduniverse · 6 years

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Game Night [Part 2: NSFW - Tony Stark Oneshot]

Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,053

Warnings: Language, very smutty: Oral (both female and male receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, rough sex

A/N: This is the second part of my writing submission to @noshitstark‘s 1.4k writing challenge! Here’s some steamy, smutty smut for your viewing pleasure! Hope this part is better than the first part. I haven’t written smut in a while. I might be a little rusty. Anyways, hope you guys like it! Check it out, under the cut!

Prompt Used: “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe.”

“Friday, lock down the compound. Alert me if anyone arrives on the grounds.” Tony commands, never taking his eyes off of Y/N. He starts walking toward her side of the table.

“Yes, sir. Total Privacy lockdown is now activated.” Friday’s voice echos through the room. As he draws near, she grins, looking over him still in his jeans. He finally reaches her, admiring every inch of her perfect body up close.

“Your lucky streak continues, Tony.” she gulps hard, anticipating what was coming. “Fortunately for me, of course.”

“Well, since I’m in charge for the night, you will address me as Sir, Mr. Stark or…Daddy.”

“Oh, really?” she bites her lip, fighting back a giggle. “Daddy kink, huh? This is gonna be fun.” her whole body shaking from nervousness. He nods, seeing how shaky she was.

“There’s no reason to be nervous, sweetheart.” his warm fingertips run up her sides, tracing her hips. He left a wave of goosebumps on her porcelain skin, in the wake of his big fingers. Y/N watches him discover her, running her hands up his tan arms, her breathing becoming irregular. “I’ll take care of you. Get up on the table for me baby.” he whispers, smiling. She does as she’s told and slides up onto the game table, spreading her legs for him.

“I’m never gonna be able to look at this table the same way, ever again.” Y/N jokes, licking her bottom lip.

“Me either.” he says looking amused. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asks, placing himself between her legs.

“Of course.” she gives him a gentle smile, planting soft kisses on his chest.

“Just make sure to tell me if it gets to be too much for you, honey.” he threads his fingers through her soft hair, cradling the back of her head. She nods, getting lost in his dark doe eyes. His other hand snakes down between them, his fingers teasing her inner thighs. She gasps into the kiss, her skin feeling as if it were on fire. His fingers found her folds, spreading her wetness around. “Already so wet for me, huh baby?” All she could do was sigh and lean her head back. His middle finger grazed her clit, making her whimper. He began planting sloppy kisses on her neck as his skilled fingers trace tight circles on her sensitive nub. He trails kisses down her chest, taking her erect nipple into his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Mr. Stark.” she runs her nails through his hair, curling her toes. His hand gently pushes against her chest, signaling her to lay back on the table. He bites and sucks his way down to her stomach, enjoying tasting every bit of her body.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you.” he says, looking up at her through his eyelashes. He bites the insides of her thighs, thoroughly enjoying the sounds she was making.

“Please stop teasing me, Tony.” He leans up, a switch flipping in his head.

“The last time I checked, I was in charge. And you will call me only by the names I told you to call me. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.” she shudders.

“Good girl.” he hums. With that, his lips make contact with her clit, causing her to suck in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. His tongue danced over her, as he slid two fingers inside her. He curls his fingers, pumping in and out. She bucks against his hand as he speeds up his movements. Tony puts her legs over his shoulders and she struggles to hold back her cries of pleasure. He could tell she had never been ate out before, at least not by a guy like Tony. He sucks on her swollen nub, lunging his fingers in and out mercilessly. His tongue snakes down to her core, lapping her wetness up. “You are so delicious, honey.” He licks a long stripe up back to her clit, sucking and twirling his tongue. He can tell she’s getting close as she’s writhing beneath his lips. He pulls his fingers out, and releases her throbbing nub with a dramatic popping sound. Y/N whines at the loss of contact. Tony can no longer hold out, unbuckling his belt. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” Y/N leans up, wrapping her legs around Tony. He carries her to his room, as she sucks on his adams apple dying to feel him inside her. His legs nearly buckle as his cock strains against the confinement of his jeans. As he reaches his king-sized bed, he falls on top of her with a soft bounce.

“Please, daddy. I need you. I--I can’t wait anymore.”

“Shhh, baby. You have to take care of daddy’s needs first.” he puts his finger over her lips, the corner of his lips turning up into a smile. She knew what he meant and she was happy to oblige. She turns him over, crawling down his body. She was still a little uneasy with direct eye-contact with him, but she was slowly becoming okay with it. He sits up on his elbows and watches her kiss his stomach, running her nails down his torso.

“As sexy as you look doing that, you are not allowed to tease me. You’ll look even sexier going down on me. Get to it, baby.” he growls. Y/N lets out a giggle, proud of herself for bringing this side of Tony out. She obeys, unbuttoning his jeans and starts pulling them down. He arches his back to make it easier for her to pull them all the way off. Her mouth waters at the sight of his dick straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. She grabs the waistband and pulls them off finally freeing his erection. Y/N eyes grew wide, seeing just how big he was. He smiles at her satisfaction. She shyly looks up at him, and licks her lips. She softly wraps her fingers around him, eliciting a hiss from him. She runs her tongue up the sensitive underside of his cock, making him twitch slightly. She takes him into her mouth,wrapping her lips around him, running her tongue up and down his shaft. Tony groans, his head falling back. Y/N bobs her head up and down sucking lightly. “Yeah just like that baby. Just--like that.” Tony coos, looking down at her. She swirls her tongue around, deepthroating him nearly all the way down to his balls. He gasps, threading his fingers through her hair again. He pushes her head down the rest of the way, nearly gagging her. She didn’t care. Y/N sucks as hard as she can, Tony mutters curse words under his breath. She works him up and down, showing him just how much she wants him. He responds by pulling her hair, making her wince slightly. She doesn’t let up, closing her eyes, taking in the tastes and the sounds coming from him. He can feel himself getting close so he stops her. “Come up here, honey. Come on.”

“Anything for you, daddy.”she whimpers. Y/N climbs up his perfect body, placing a knee on either side of him, resting her hands on his chest. He takes his cock and rubs it all over her soaking wet pussy, making sure she’s ready for him. He places his head at her entrance, grabbing for her hips. She lowers herself down, adjusting to his size, inch by gruelling inch. Suddenly, he thrusts up, pushing himself the rest of the way inside her. She lets out an involuntary squeal as he stretches her slightly. He lets his lust take over, gripping her waist, most likely leaving bruises behind. “By the way, I can’t get over seeing this side of you also, Mr. Stark.” she grins.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet babe.” he hums, smiling. She grinds down on him, taking him as deep as she possibly could. “Mmm, you feel so good around me, sweetie. So--so fucking tight.” he growls. She clenches around him, already getting that warm, tingly feeling in her lower stomach. Y/N begins riding his dick, using his chest as leverage. Tony was in awe as he watches her tits bounce up and down as he slams up into her with more force. She moans his name over and over again, a symphony of lust filling the air around them. His bed creaks, looking up at his beautiful lady.

“You’re sooo--good daddy.” she manages to get out.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. You are doing so perfectly.” he encourages her, admiring her body. “But it’s my turn.” With that, he flips her over, still managing to stay deep inside her. He was closer than he wanted to admit. A woman had never turned him on as much as she did. He was losing it. He began pounding into her mercilessly, moans slowly fading out into just low grunts and hips colliding into each other. His teeth sank into her shoulder, holding out as long as he could.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” she whispered into his ear.

“Not yet, baby. You’ll wait until I say so--that’s an order.” his voice strained. Y/N didn’t know how much longer she could stand it: the skin on skin contact, the way his teeth were scraping against her neck, the squeeze of his big hand on her hip. It was about to send her way over the edge. She was curious to know what would happen if she didn’t listen. She wondered what the punishment would be. She was about to find out because she was dancing on the razors edge.

“I can’t hold on any longer, sir.” she pants. She clenches her muscles and her toes curl as her release washes over her. Tony leans up to watch her lose it, slack-jawed. She opens her eyes to see him scowling.

“You’ll pay for that, baby. You’re in trouble.” he hisses. He follows soon after, giving one final thrust as he releases inside her. He collapses on top of her, heart beating wildly against Y/N’s skin. She strokes his hair, running her nails up and down his back softly. As he came down, he plants chaste kisses against Y/N’s collarbone, his hair tickling her cheek. He leans up looking at her lovingly, kissing her lips. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you babe?” Her mouth gapes open dramatically.

“What?! I have NO idea what you’re talking about Daddy!” she pokes his chest. Suddenly, Friday’s voice comes over the intercom. They both gasp.

“Sir, someone is approaching the compound.”

“Shit! Our clothes are out in the game room!” Y/N laughs. “I need to go get--”

“Well, it’s actually your clothes. It’s only my shirt. And you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” his eyes narrow. “This is your punishment for disobeying me.” he pins her hands above her head.

“Tony, come on! That’s not fair!” she giggles.

“That’s too damn bad, sweetheart.” he snarls. Her jaw drops.

“You dickhead. I’m never gonna hear the end of this one, from the others!” she struggles against his strength. They hear footsteps out in the dining room.

“Good.” he laughs.

#tony stark #tony stark x female reader #tony stark fanfiction #iron man #robert downey jr #rdj #mcu #marvel fanfiction #nikkiswritingchallenge

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batfam-imagines · 7 years

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Reader’s Choice

So I have a pretty long request list!! If you want to help me choose, just send the number of the request to my Inbox! Just let me know that the number is a “Reader’s Choice”

If you have more than one you’d like to see, put the numbers in the order you’d prefer!!!

If anyone wants to use one of these prompts, please ask first!! Thank you!

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Send your three votes to my inbox! If you post them as a comment they will not be counted!!!

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Currently Accepting Requests From This List!!

1. Hi, A! Can you make a Conner x Abused!witch reader please? Where reader is abused by her whole family, because while she is a good person her family aren't? Can you also make the reader fall in love with Conner and the feeling is mutual? By the way, love your imagines.

2. Can you write something where batsis has a stalker and it starts off cute but gets more dangerous?

3. Can you write something where Tim gets really hurt while patrolling with Jason and he has to save him. Can you write it with some angst please.

4. could you please write about Atlantean Batmom, who's maybe Arthur’s sister, and meets Bruce through him? Batmom prefers to not interfere with the league or Atlantis and the kids don't know about her heritage out of fear for their safety until she uses her abilities to prevent a catastrophe or something like that.

5. Could you do and imagine of Catwoman's accomplish/niece being best friends with Damian and Damian leaves with the teen titans making her sad and jealous. I really love your writing and this would make my week

6. batsis possessed by the Enchantress

7. would you do a batsis imagine where she assaulted by one of her close guy friends and couldn't stop it, so she starts withdrawing from her family and friends. she feels weak and doesn't want them to judge her until jason finally gets her to tell him what happened after she tries to kill herself?

8. Red Hood get thrown through the window of your local Book store and list three good reads for you before he’s up on his feet again guns blazing.

9. Love your oldest batsis character! Could you do maybe one where is a good singer/musician and she sings them lullaby’s when they are hurt and around the house and in the shower?

10. May I request a oneshot please, where Jon and Dami befriend a shapeshifter/reader, who's either their age or a year younger, and none of the Justice League (including Bats and Super) know about them. So it's either the Justice League finding out about them or stupid pranks (like identical Damian’s) that they pull on the Justice League?

11. Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do a second post to the bat mom killing the joker fic? I would love to see Bruce's and the rest of the family's reaction to that. That would be awesome!

12. Can I request where Batsis/reader has terrible insomnia, so she only gets probably an hour a sleep every day or something, and she is always up walking around the manor at odd hours of the night. She hides it from the Batfam with makeup and such. And it's basically the Batfam finding out about Batsis's terrible insomnia. Thank you!

13. hello! i still hope your requests are still open as i wanted to send in something! could you do a Jason Todd imagine where he and the reader have a meet-cute in the library and he develops a huge crush? he talks about her constantly to Roy to the point he gets frustrated and drags him to her, only to find out it's his younger sister (or if you prefer close friend)

14. Could you do a little sister au where bat!sis wants to join her brothers and father on patrol and follows them around all day in attempt to get them to agree to let her go and eventually Bruce agrees to take her for a few minutes in her own adorable little suit and it's just super fluffy? Sorry this is long and if that's confusing. I love you're writing and thank you so much

15. Lil Sis Au. w/ reader watches and imitates older sibling when they spar/fight??

16. I saw requests were open and I was wondering if you could write being a single mom and falling in love with single dad Roy please and thank you

17. I wish you would write a fic where sick jay is cared for by his loving fam and reader

18. Hello! Could you possibly do a Batmom! Reader who's like really short. Like shorter than Damian and she has trouble having some of the batboys take her seriously?

19. So I had a shitty day, maybe a thing where batsis had an anxiety attack, then her biological dad (who is an asshole to her) make her depressed and the batfamily helps her through it

20. Could you write a wing au with the wings mimicking emotions with Tim Drake please?

21. For the fantasy au thing with winged people, could I please request Older Damian's SO's feathers falling out from stress and him trying to help her?

22. I'm sorry if this is a bad request, you can change the aspects of it if you want to: I am a dragon AU (with any fandom or even not fandom related) but reader is a dragon and a knight has to slay the dragon but the knight can't do it... Thus the knight sneaks out every night because become really good friends in the end of it. Anyway before I end this request I would like to say your writing is amazing and I can't wait to read more from you!! Thanks for reading and keep up the fantastic writing!!

23. Could you please do something with Bruce helping a batdaughter deal with a bad hit of fear toxin? It could be as sweet or angsty as you like, whatever you feel like doing!

24. Hi!! Can I request an imagine Dick and batsis (reader) are in the same school event/gym class and it's a sparring section and they laugh it all off, and have to deal with elementary level self defense class, maybe fording themselves to lose to dummies and then when they can finally spar each other they go all out? And the class goes crazy loving it? Also:: can you tag @batty4dc

25. Hiiii I would like to request a fiction with jason, something like the reader can control the four elements and those are represented by the bat-boys (dick-water/ jason-fire / Tim-air / Damian- earth). The reader is obviously more interested in the fire element so jason. I really like something with some fluff but also passionate (like light smut if you do that). U don't know if the request is clear but thank you.

26. Older Batsis coming home from a rough night on patrol to find one of her brothers sitting on her couch? Whichever brother you prefer!

27. Can I request Terry McGinnis w/ a telepathic/telekinetic s/o and they flirt a lot during patrol so Bruce always scolds them

28. Is there any way you can do a part 2 to the Damian Wayne x reader My Mate?

29. Can request jason flirting with a telepathic/telekinetic reader

30. Hi! I was wondering if you could do this request for me? I want a Damian x Reader, Please! I was thinking that the plot could be that Damian used the bully the reader because maybe she was deaf or something like that. The bullying gets so bad that the reader switches school, and Damian feels so guilty. Years later, Damian sees the reader once more, and he tries to make amends. Angst at first then maybe something sweet? Thank you! Love your writing!

31. Batboy of your choice dating a single mom

32. Can you write an hc were Batmom has a daughter that's in her teens that clings to Batmom and the boys think she's an attention hog they wind up in a fit and she starts crying and Batmom comes in and stops them and they find out she has awake terrors and that's why she's clingy to mom because she's scares so they start helping with her and now she's clingy with all of them. Thank you for your time, bye.

33. oh hi how about when reader died or get hurt really bad maybe after she get married to jason/Dami *boi you can chose* and she was pregnant if you chose to her to stay alive the baby died if you chose to her to die than both of them is dead :'c sorry but I really need to read something sad #rosegurl🌹

34. Can you do an imagine on being 16 and being the youngest member of the suicide squad and there all really protective of you and you start to date or something

35. Ok, how about this. Damian with a neko reader. He would definitely go crazy and want to pet her ears. Please and thank you

36. How would the JL and Batfam react if they found out that Batmom outsmarted the Joker on her own. Like he kidnaps her because hey Bruce, you're rich af, and instead of crying and praying for rescue she scolds Joker and he's like, wow ok, I see your point. He doesn't immediately become a grade A citizen or something but, you get the gist. Thx love!

37. "i didn't mean to hurt your feelings" with Tim and jason please?

38. hey can i get an older! Damián x reader imagine based on fools by lauren aquilina??

39. Can I request a Tim X Reader? Where Tim meets the reader at a bookshop and they hit it off. Fluffyness please. Bonus if the rest of the Batfam teases Tim about her.

40. Yes yes do a fix with Ariel and Damian I'm begging you ❤ and I love the prince of the sea, it's so cute to think of Jay as innocent merman

41. So I was going through your work and found this thing about batsis, and how villains loved her. And now all I can think is batsis having some recital or fucking graduation or something, and half the fucking crowd is there for her. There's villains, anti-hero's, super-heroes. Their all there for her omg.

42. Oh oh oh can you write Jason being in love with reader who's close friends with all the batboys and she's especially close to dick and Jason gets jealous and upset and super insecure because he thinks she likes dick when in reality she's in love with Jason (you can do the ending anyway you want)

43. For face the music, how about some cute Connor x reader moments. Like he hears her laugh for the first time(really hard at that) then she's about to walk out her her pajamas (I sleep with an over-sized shirt and my underwear cuz it's hella comfy) And then some bonding time with Conner, Reader, and Talia?

44. Hey! Can you please do another Nsfw to dick speaking Romanian? I just read the first one and I really really liked it

45. Hey, could you pleaassee do something with a sick reader?? I've been trying to find one everywhere and can't.

46. Part 2 for New Sons!

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