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pascalslittlebrat · 3 years

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Ravish You

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Word Count: 5687

Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar Daddy relationship, fluff, mentions of alcohol, fingering, a dash of spanking, unprotected PIV, public sex, a little exchange of fluids. Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: When Pedro finds you stressing over a paper, he decides to help you take a step back and relax, only to reward you once you get your results back.

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A/N: Just another little one shot for me and @mothandpidgeon ‘s sugar daddy collection that honestly took a life of it’s own once I started writing it. Enjoy this fluff and the sweet filth that comes with it and thank you to @danniburgh for some filfth inspo xo

You groaned as you reread the paragraph you had just finished typing on your laptop, the words seemed to blur together the more you looked at them trying to think of how to finish it off.

You had been working on your final paper for your philosophy class all day. The class was meant to be a simple one but had proven to challenge you more than you expected. The professor adored you and all you had written so far, so you couldn’t deny the extra pressure you were putting on yourself because you wanted to make sure you didn’t disappoint her.

You tapped your fingers anxiously over the open philosophy book next to you on the desk, while the other ran through your hair in frustration. “Only I can pull that hair, princesa. So be gentle with it baby,” you heard Pedro tease behind you.

You jumped not expecting him, your hand coming up to your chest, trying to calm your beating heart, “Daddy! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Pedro chuckled leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, holding a cup of tea out to you, “Sorry baby, I knocked and you didn’t answer so I just let myself in. You sounded stressed earlier when I called and you haven’t answered any of my texts. I figured I would bring you some tea to calm that pretty head of yours.”

You take the cup from him, the cool minty scent hitting you. You take a sip and let out a soft hum and smile as the warmth of the tea floods your body. He seemed to always know just when to show up and take care of you.

You put the cup down and mutter a curse as you look over at your phone that you had silenced filled with multiple messages from him. “I’m sorry, I silenced it to focus and I guess I’ve just been so hung up on the paper I forgot to check it,” you apologize before bringing his face back down for another a kiss before giving him an appreciative smile, “Thank you for bringing me the tea, Pedro.”

You loved the way he took care of you, the way he could so easily read you even if you weren’t in front of, the way he knew exactly what to do when he knew you were too in your head. You looked up at him, staring into those beautiful warm eyes that helped you forget about the world most days. You felt your bottom lip start to quiver, his eyes furrowed in concern, and you looked away feeling the tears prickling at your eyes.

“What’s wrong princesa? Tell me what’s bothering you,” Pedro whispers softly, tilting your chin up to look at him, he had crouched down to be eye level with you. His concerned seemed to open the floodgates and you sniffled as tears blurred your vision.

You let out a little laugh as you wipe your eyes, trying to ease his worry, “I-I’m sorry, I think I’m just overwhelmed from the paper. I’ve been working on it all day.”

Pedro gently cupped your face in his both of his soft hands, he looked at you with such softness and care, like you were the most delicate and beautiful thing in the world that he didn’t want anyone to hurt. Your heart melted at the look, a few more stray tears making their way down your face. “Oh princesa, you don’t need to apologize,” Pedro cooed softly, “You are working so hard and I know the pressure you put on yourself to make everything you do perfect.”

The pads of his thumbs gently wiped the tears off your face and he gave you one of those million dollar smiles that always made your heart skip a beat, “Why don’t you take a break baby? Come rest your eyes from the computer screen a little bit, that way you’ll have a clear mind when you go back to it.”

Pedro presses a kiss to your forehead after you nod, you give him a soft smile as he stands back up and takes your hand. You let him lead you to the leather couch there in the office space you used to study. He sits down and you immediately straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and bury your head in between his neck and shoulder.

You take in his scent, letting it wash over you feeling your shoulders relax, you didn’t know what it was but sometimes just breathing him in seemed to take your stress away, the rich cologne he always had on mixed with the earthy undertones that were purely him. You closed your eyes as Pedro rubbed your back relaxing into his touch.

You loved him washing over your senses, the peacefulness it brought you. You wished you could bottle up his scent and carry it with you wherever you went. It made you feel safe from the world, like nothing could cause you any harm, and even though you’d never admit it to him, the scent made you feel like you were home. It made you feel like everything would be okay as long as you were surrounded by it.

A grin came across your face as you felt his nose burying itself at the top of your head, knowing he was taking you in as much as you were him. You turned to face his neck, a hand coming down to play with the collar of his button up ivory shirt, you trace your finger down it to the unbuttoned first two buttons. “You never learned how to button your shirts up properly,” you tease as you a press a kiss to his neck.

You feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckles, knowing he was grinning and shaking his head above you. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say it was a problem before, if anything I remember you ruining quite a few of my shirts because of it,” he teased back.

You pull away from his neck and face him, raising an eyebrow at him, “Do we really want to go into ruined clothes? Should I remind you how many shirts, dresses, bras and panties you’ve ruined?”

“I can’t control how sexy you always look baby,” Pedro smirks as his hand moves down to grab your ass, “Just like right now.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you swat his chest, “I’m in a t-shirt and yoga pants and I can just imagine the mess my hair is right now from running my hands through it so much the past eight hours, don’t lie to me.”

“I’d never lie to you. I love it when you’re like this baby, relaxed, comfortable, completely yourself. I love having you dressed up next to me but you like this, really turns me on, princesa, always at your most beautiful,” Pedro murmurs his hands grabbing both sides of your hips and pulling you against him, letting you feel his erection pressing against you.

You let out a soft gasp, pressing your hand flat against his chest as the other one tightens around him. Your chest feels like it’s going to burst both from the compliment and the feeling of him against you. “Daddy…” you breathed out, you felt like every inch of your body was already begging you for him but you knew if you started this, you’d never finish your paper that was due before the end of the day. “I want you too…but I can’t..”

“I know princesa, I just wanted you to know the effect you have on me even when you think you’re at your worst,” Pedro said pressing his lips softly against yours, before giving you a cocky grin, “Plus, we both know I could relax you to the point that you won’t even be able to remember your name, let alone what you’re writing.”

“You so owe me after this,” you pout as the thought of him taking you right now makes you stomach twist in desire. “You just have to be so talented,” you mutter.

Pedro winks at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “Oh princesa, do well on this paper and I’m going to completely ravish you.”

You run your tongue over his thumb before sucking on it to tease him. He let out a groan and pulled your mouth away winking at him. “I’ll hold you to that daddy, I think you’ve inspired me to finish,” you say grinning as you kiss his cheek moving off his lap and moving back to your laptop. Your fingers immediately went to typing your mind feeling clearer and more refreshed. Even though you had just teased him and left him wanting to bend you over his lap, Pedro watched you smiling, his hand under his chin, as you fell back into your paper with ease, that’s his girl.

“Daddy?” you called out giddily as you walked into Pedro’s house.

“In the kitchen baby,” you hear Pedro call out and immediately run into the kitchen. You see him sitting at the counter as his maid, Martha, sets a plate of berries on the counter for him, she gives you a kind smile and you beam back at her waving and watch as she excuses herself to give you both privacy.

Pedro turns the stool he’s sitting to face you opening his mouth to greet you but stopping when you throw your arms around him hugging him tight. He puts his hand out to grab onto the counter to hold himself steady from you force.

“Oof, well hello to you too princesa,” Pedro chuckles smiling down at you wrapping his arms around you. You look up at him eyes shining, he could tell you were excited about something, he thought he could guess what, but he wanted to hear you tell him yourself.

“I made a 97 on my final essay!” you tell him practically squealing and bouncing in his arms. You couldn’t wait to tell him the moment you had gotten your paper back. “She told me it was one of the best papers she had received, and it was an honor to have me in her class. She told me she would happily write any letter of recommendation I might need.”

Pedro moves his hands to your face pressing his lips to yours, his smile now as wide as yours when he pulls back, “That’s brilliant baby! I knew you were going to do great. Even she knows what talented and intelligent women you are.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you, you helped me bring me back to earth and finish it,” you told him pressing your lips against his. The kiss was gentle and soft, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands running through the soft curls. His mouth tasted sweet from the berries he had been eating and you smiled as you pulled away looking up at him adoringly.

Pedro’s heart swelled as he looked down into your soft eyes, he was happy to see you so excited and yourself again after spending the last weeks stressed. His hands went to your hips, holding you close to him, “You do remember how I said I’d ravish you if you did well?”

You nod biting your lip as you start to play with collar of his shirt, “I do, am I going to get ravished now?”

Pedro chuckled as he starts to rub circles on your waist, “I would love to take you right now but we actually need to leave soon, I’m going to ravish you in more ways than one. How does a weekend trip to an island sound? My private jet is waiting to take us and I’m going to make sure to spoil every inch of you and your body while we’re there baby.”

“I-Isand?” you squeak, eyes widening more excitedly, your eyes welled with tears unable to believe he would plan this for you, even after the many luxurious trips he’s taken you. Each trip felt like the first time with him and you couldn’t help the awe and gratefulness you felt each time, “Oh, Pedro, you didn’t have to!”

“We always talked about staying in one those bungalows in Bora Bora, waking up to the ocean, having those glass floors where we can see the fish. You deserve this baby, you’ve worked so hard all semester. I have everything ready, I packed you a bag while you were on campus,” Pedro caresses your cheek softly, “Let’s do this yeah, princesa?”

You nod pushing back the tears you want to let out and hugging him close, you don’t know what you did to deserve this man but you were definitely going to continue to show him every day just how much you were.

You hum as you feel Pedro’s fingers trail up and down your bare legs. He had kept his word in ravishing you the moment you both had gotten to the island, immediately blessing each room in the bungalow. Something about the trip had you both all over each other unable to keep each other’s hands off the other. You could feel the shift in your relationship, like something had further fallen into place between you two, bringing you closer than before.

Even when Pedro wasn’t fucking you against any surface he could find, he would have his hand on your back, in your hand, on your shoulder, stomach, or on your leg like now. You felt your heart skip a beat each time, the feeling of him needing to be touching you even in the slightest way making you feel even more special to him. You were both laid out at the beach, that morning you both had gone snorkeling around the coral reef, both of you grinning like idiots when you came up chatting about the different fish you had seen, and decided to visit the local beach even though you had your own section by the bungalow.

Pedro had been admiring the little one piece he had gotten you to wear for the trip. He loved the way it hugged each of your curves and was cut out in all the right places, covering what it needed but also still showing enough skin for him to touch. You looked over at him as he continued to absentmindedly touch you, his other hand was holding up the book he was reading. He had on his favorite Tom Ford sunglasses you took in his bare broad shoulders, making your way down his chest to the slim yet soft stomach of his that you loved, you bit your lip as you took in the red swim trucks that looked delicious against his tan skin, you could see his small elephant tattoo peeking out from his inner thigh.

“Like what you see princesa?” you hear Pedro’s deep voice say. You feel your cheeks warm at being caught looking over to see him looking over at you a playful smile on his face.

“When do I not?” you ask pushing down your sunglasses and raising an eyebrow at him.

Pedro chuckled putting his book down, “Baby, there’s children around, you shouldn’t be eye fucking me like that.” You didn’t have to see his eyes to know they were crinkled in amusement.

“Says the guy who has been trying to get in my bathing suit since we got here,” you shot back slipping your sunglasses back on and giving him a smile back.

Pedro smirked as his hand that had been caressing your leg moved its way up the side of your waist toying with nylon of your swimsuit at one of the cutouts, “Oh I don’t have to try baby, you’ll be begging daddy to pull that off you.”

A shiver went down your spine and you shifted your body against the blanket, trying to ignore the warmth in your stomach at the thoughts of him taking you. “There’s children around for you to be saying things like that,” you retort giggling and closing your eyes willing your mind to focus on other things.

You took a deep breath listening to the waves crashing against the shoreline, the sounds of children laughing and screaming as they played in the water. The sun was starting to set, but you couldn’t deny still how relaxed you had felt sunbathing and just enjoying clear blue skies and ocean. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this little get away until you had gotten here.

“Why don’t we start making our way back to the bungalow? I have dinner plans for us,” Pedro says and you feel his hand move away from your waist, hearing shuffling beside you.

You look over seeing him close his book and starting to gather his things. “What time did you make reservations?” you ask him as you get up gathering your own things. You look over at him in shock when he answers you in the next hour. “Pedro! It’ll take us ten or fifteen minutes just to get back to the bungalow if we get a cab! If we can track one down fast enough, then we have to shower and get ready.”

“We’re not taking a cab baby, we’re just going to walk, it’s going to be fine,” Pedro answers nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Walk? Pedro, we definitely don’t have much time then, even if it’s not a nice restaurant we still have to change, or at least I do,” you mumble pouting at him as you see him put his button up shirt back on pulling the crotchet cover up over your head. You place your hands on his chest, “You look like a dream, even with these dorky desk lamps on your shirt.”

Pedro scoffs, “It’s Fendi baby and I didn’t have to see your eyes earlier to know you were eye fucking me in my dorky lamp shirt then too.” You shrug a smile on your lips, he definitely wasn’t wrong. There was something about the dumb shirt that still made you want to kiss down his chest, pull off his swim trunks, and ride him. You helped him button it up leaving the first three unbuttoned, just like you both liked. “You look beautiful just like this and we’re eating close by, you don’t have to worry.”

He reaches out taking your hand in his bringing it up to kiss the top of it. “If you say, I hope we have enough time for me to at least try and fix my hair. It’s going to take us thirty minutes just to get there walking,” you mutter as you both fall into step walking down the beach hand in hand.

“It gives us time to further enjoy the scenery, we can walk all the way down the beach until we get to the road to the bungalows. Plus, the sun is starting to set, we’ll get to see as everything starts to die down and as people leave,” Pedro says gesturing to the way others were starting to pack up there things.

You both walk in a peaceful silence. You couldn’t deny you were enjoying the walk like he said. You both would comment here and there about something you would see. Pedro moved his hand from yours to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, you smiled at being nearer to him. The sun was starting to set the beautiful yellow, orange, and purple colors making the ocean seem even more peaceful and calm than before. You stopped a few times when either of you wanted to share a soft kiss. He had your body tingling and you couldn’t wait to get dinner over with so you could enjoy each other.

Once you reached the road, Pedro smiled over at you, “Not so bad huh?”

“Not at all, but I think that took longer than we expected,” you say loving the way his eyes were shining in happiness. He definitely was having as much of a good time as you.

“I think we’ve given enough time for set up,” Pedro says nonchalantly as you make your way to the bungalow you were both staying at. He had chosen the one at the very end that had more beach space in front of it than the others and that had the most space difference between them all.

You took your sunglasses off, quirking an eyebrow, “What do you mean set up?”

Pedro grinned mischievously and shrugged as you both made your way further down the road. You both smiled and nodded as you passed some families or couples renting out the places around you. You were about to ask him again what he meant as you got closer to the bungalow’s pier when your eyes caught the glimpse of lights on the beach.

You paused as you both got closer seeing candles placed in vases leading a pathway down the beach before surround a gazebo that was set up. Your hand went up to your mouth, you felt the familiar prickle of tears in your eyes as you looked over at Pedro who was smiling brightly at you, “Come on princesa, we have a dinner to enjoy.”

You don’t trust you voice as you nod, letting him lead you off the road and onto the beach. The warm night breeze swirled around you both, blowing your hair behind you as you followed Pedro from behind. It seemed surreal, this handsome man leading you by your hand down a candle lit lane to have a beautiful sunset dinner. “Pedro,” you breathed out as you saw the large blanket laid out under the gazebo, fairy lights lit the inside, there was a platter of different fruits laid out on platters, small sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies, and a bucket of ice holding a wine bottle.”Y-you planned this?” you asked meeting his eyes.

Pedro smiled as he placed both hands on your cheek pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I told you I was going to ravish you all around.”

“This is beautiful, thank you,” you breathe out and lean up to press your lips against his.

“Anything to see that beautiful smile, baby,” he tells you as he leads you to sit.

He opens up the wine bottle pouring you each a glass as you serve yourselves food on small plates. You chuckle as you see him pile the different fruits on his. He might not eat the healthiest of things but nothing could come in between this man and his berries. Pedro pulled you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, with your legs crossed and tucked underneath you.

You placed both of your plates beside you, eating with one hand as the other would reach above you to feed Pedro one of his fruits or to give him a bite of a sandwich. You felt like spoiling him after all the work he put in, the set up made you feel like a queen so he deserved to feel like a king.

When you finished eating you leaned back against him, sighing in content. “This has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me, I’m never going to forget this night, “ you admit quietly.

You feel Pedro’s lips start trailing down your neck and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your neck for him, his hand cups your breast through the crotchet material of your cover up, “I can think of a way to make it more memorable princesa.”

“Daddy, if anyone decides to come down the beach they might see us,” you whisper breathlessly. Your heart was starting to race, the warmth in your stomach returning and making its way down between your legs.

“Fuck them if they do, this our area,” Pedro murmurs as he sucks the sweet spot on your neck. You reach behind you running your hand through his curls pulling on them gently as you arch into his touch. “Do you want me to stop baby?”

You shake your head as you pull away to pull the cover up off. You toss it to the side before falling back against his chest and pulling his mouth down yours for a kiss. The kiss starts off soft and gentle before it becomes more desperate and hungry. You pull on his hair to pull his face closer to yours, eliciting a moan from him. His hand finds its way back to your breast, his thumb rubbing your pebbled nipple through the thin material.

You moan running your tongue over his bottom lip begging for entrance pressing yours against his as you both battle for dominance. You can taste the tartness of the wine, the sweet and sourness of the berries on his tongue as you suck on it. He groans pulling away and turning you around to straddle his lap. Your lips meet again and he pulls both of the straps of your swimsuit down, exposing your breasts. You let out a whimper as the cool air hits your warm skin, you felt your nipples harden and Pedro starts kissing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful,” Pedro mumbles as he kisses down your chest. You cry out when his mouth wraps around one of your nipples sucking on it as you grip his shoulders. His other hand kneads the other nipple in between his fingers.

Your eyes close in sweet pleasure as you feel his tongue swirl and the soft pull on the other nipple. Your hips buck against his, feeling the prominent tent in his swim trunks. Pedro switches his hand and mouth continuing his satisfying attack on your breasts. You continue to grind against his hard cock, needing more and more friction. He had lit your body on fire and you needed him to put out the flames.

The more he continued his attack, the graze of his teeth, the hard pull, the more soaked your swimsuit got. His name kept falling from your lips, you didn’t want him to stop, you could care less now if anyone decided to go on a late night walk, all you could think and focus on was Pedro and his mouth and his body and all the things you wanted him to do. “You’re fucking soaked baby, I can feel you soaking my trunks, you want me to fuck you so bad don’t you?”

“Oh fuck yes, please daddy, I need you,” you whimper as he places both hands on you hips, stopping your movements. You pout looking at him pleadingly.

He smirks down at you, “Open,” he commands and you opens your mouth, holding back another moan as he spits in your mouth before bringing his fingers into your mouth coating them, “Can you be a good girl and suck?”

You nod as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, moving your mouth up and down them, you can taste the saltiness from the air and the sweetness of the chocolate covered strawberry on them. You use your tongue on his fingers imagining it was his cock instead.

Pedro’s eyes are dilated and staring down at you hungrily, “Such a good girl, look at you sucking my fingers like they were my cock.” You feel his free hand come down on your ass and you let out a moan at the sweet sting. He repeats the gesture, his hand coming down a little harder with each swat.

If you thought you were wet before you, you knew you were practically gushing now, squirming against his erection, loving how the pain of his hand on your ass felt. You lived for the sting and he knew it, knew the pleasure you found in the pain.

“I don’t even need to touch you to know you’re fucking soaked baby,” Pedro’s voice groaned his voice lower than usual, “You love me spanking you, such a pretty a little princesa.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth he trails his warm hand down the front of your pelvis. “Fuck just as expected.” You whimper as his thumb rubs your clit from outside the swimsuit, bucking up into his hands. “So wet baby.”

He pulls the material to the side before slipping two slick fingers into your warmth. Your cry out, your head falling between his neck and shoulder as he slowly moves them in and out. “Good girl, so wet for daddy, I can’t wait to be deep in your sweet cunt.”

You meet each thrust of his fingers with your own as he picks up his pace, you curse under your breath as he thumb starts rubbing your clit, “Oh daddy….I can’t- I’m so close, please, “ you plead out knowing you weren’t going to last much longer, you were too needy, to full of desire for him.

Pedro gives you another wicked grin as he curls his fingers into the bundles of nerves that he knows really drives you wild, “OH FUCK!” You’re panting against his neck, your grinding becoming more sloppy as he continues his assault of the sweet curl of his fingers and the rubbing of your clit.

“Come for me baby,” Pedro whispers into your ear nipping at it as you fall apart around him. He feels the way your squeeze around his fingers, it not stopping him from continuing the sweet mixture, wanting you to ride out your orgasm. You cry out, both hands gripping his arms tightly, as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.

You look up at him, eyes hooded as you pull him into a deep kiss, your chest heaving still. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from the orgasm that he had just pulled out of you but you wanted more, you needed him and his fingers had not been enough to put out the flames, if anything they just had you more in need for him. Pedro slips his fingers out, pulling away and keeping his gaze on yours as he sucks his fingers, “Mmm sweet as always princesa.” He moves his fingers from his mouth to yours, you suck obediently getting the last of your arousal off his fingers.

You loved him making you taste yourself, you pull back with a pop, meeting his hungry gaze with your own. You start to unbutton his shirt pushing it down his shoulders. You move off his lap and lay down on the blanket as you watch him stand and pull down his swim trunks, releasing his thick length.

You bite your lip watching as he spits into his hand giving his cock a few pumps, your hands trails down your stomach rubbing your clit at the sight of him. You could not get enough of this man, even now after that orgasm or the many orgasms from the past few days, you felt like you couldn’t get enough. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Pedro asked, eyes dark with lust. He swatted your pussy, a groan escaping your lips as you moved your fingers away, “This is all mine baby.”

“All yours daddy, please take it,” you breath out watching as he kneels in front of you, your body arches off the blanket as you feel him run his cock along your wet slit before pushing himself inside. “Fuck, daddy!”

Pedro moans as he feels your warmth around his cock, the way your tightness clenches around him as he fills you up. He hooks a leg over his shoulder as he lets you adjust to him. Even if he wanted to be gentle, he couldn’t, not with how pretty you looked with your hair splayed out over the blanket or how ravishing the soft glow of the lights and the candles made you looked as you laid naked underneath them. He pulls out before slamming his cock back inside you causing you to call out his name in pleasure.

“Good girl, look at you taking my cock,” Pedro grits out as he slams into your pussy over and over again.

Your fingers dig into the blanket as your loud moans fill the air mixing in with sounds of the waves crashing. Pedro was relentless and the way he was gripping your hips, you knew you’d have probably have bruises in the morning and you loved it, you loved him leaving marks on your body for you to admire the next day. The sweetness and softness of earlier was gone, instead leaving the hard, passionate man in place that had you feeling like you were going to fall apart any second as he kept slamming into your cervix.

“P-Pedro..I’m going to-so close,” you breathe out, eyes clenching shut, Pedro brings your other leg around his shoulder, the new position hitting you in an even sweeter angle. Your nails dig into the blanket as your head falls back and the sweet release rips through your body. “Daddy!”

“Fuck baby I’m so close, going to fill your pretty cunt up,” Pedro curses out as your walls tighten around his cock and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, watching the way your eyes roll back as each wave of pleasure hits you. He leans down kissing you deeply as his thrust become more rushed as he reaches his own release filling you to the brim with is cum. His pace slows down and he moans out your name pressing his forehead against yours, beads of sweat on both of your bodies.

Pedro wraps his arms around you, rolling you over so you were laying on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast underneath you, matching your own racing heart. He holds you close to him, kissing your forehead as he hears you catching your breath. “How was that princesa?” he asks a proud smile coming across his face as he could see you trying to pull words together. He loved knowing how frazzled he left you after sex.

You take a deep breath, a lazy smile coming across your face from how relaxed and on cloud nine your body felt, “Definitely a night I’ll never forget.”

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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Which Fic

I was tagged by @stusbunker and @there-must-be-a-lock!

I’ll do a mix of CM and SPN fics.

Which of your fics…

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

For SPN, I think Never Saw Blue Like That Before. It’s Destiel, which is obviously a big SPN ship and I was really happy with how it came out.

For Criminal Minds, basically any series I’ve done that isn’t smut. But the three I’m happiest with are Upheaval, a season 13 ender fix it fic.

After a rollercoaster year filled with departing friends, jail time, and one of the most notorious killers the team has ever faced, the last thing anyone needs is this. A truck barrels toward a group of them, leaving their future uncertain, while others stand by unable to help in any way. What crosses their minds when their lives flash before their eyes? Even if the physical injuries don’t kill them, will they be able to recover?

Coercion - Started from a one line challenge.

You are just about to start your new job at the BAU after years of working to get there, when a man you don’t know approaches you with an evil plan and knowledge of every sordid detail of your past. What will you do? Will you give into the man’s demands? Or will you be able to find another way out?

And Caged

Years after Spencer’s wife is kidnapped, there’s a break in her case and she comes home. Or does she? Is she the same woman she was before her ordeal?

…got a better reaction than you expected?

For SPN, it’s probably The Perfect Storm, an Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader. It has about 260 notes but it was my first ABO fic and I was so fucking nervous about posting it, so I was surprised at the success it had.

For CM, honestly there are a bunch of smuts that I’m like...okay I wrote that and they BLEW UP. Most recently was Phone Calls Be Damned. I wrote it in like 20 minutes...it has nearly 900 notes. I work for ages on some pieces that BARELY get a tenth of that.

…is your funniest?

For CM, a lot of my general CM fics involving the whole team tend to be on the funnier side. I love Prank War, Secrets of the Bullpen, Pics Or It Didn’t Happen and In The Middle of the Night.

For SPN, I don’t have a ton of funny. But I think You Win or You Die is pretty funny.

…is your darkest or angstiest?

For CM, I’d have to go with Candyfloss and Novocaine, which was a collab with the lovely @cherrybombs-and-rabbitholes.

For SPN, I’m working on what I think will be my angstiest to date, but the current one is Salvation, a Sam x Reader. I don’t really do angst super well. IMO, it’s my worst genre.

…is your absolute favorite?

For CM, it is impossible to pick. After 6 years writing CM, I have 1,000+ fics to choose from. Anything I’ve written as a request to “help” someone or make them feel better about themselves is important to me though.

For CM, it’s a Cas x Reader fic called Beauty In Stillness.

…is your least favorite?

Again, it’s hard to choose with Criminal Minds because I have so many, But I have a couple crossovers that I wrote early on in my writing that I don’t think are that good.

For SPN, it’s probably Searching for Oblivion. It was a Dean smut and one of my first forays into SPN writing. I don’t think it’s awful, but I can do better.

…was the easiest to write?

For Criminal Minds, the easiest to write was probably Passive Aggressive Partnership. I remember that one flowing pretty quickly.

For Supernatural, it has to be Cherry Red.

…was hardest to write?

For Criminal Minds, the hardest thing to write was Article of Faith.

For SPN, the hardest was Teetering on the Edge, another ABO, but I’m SO FUCKING HAPPY with how it came out.

…has your favorite lines/exchange/paragraph? (share it!)

For Criminal Minds, I am proud of a lot, but out of all the stuff I’ve written, a section from chapter 5 of Coercion stands out.

With the floodgates open, you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming. You stood up and got right up into Spencer’s face just as he’d done to you. Hotch had gotten up from his seat, thinking you were going to attempt to hurt Spencer, but you couldn’t Of course they couldn’t believe that under the circumstances. “I’ve been beaten! I’ve had my bones broken by the men that paid for me. I’ve been raped. I’ve had knives used against my skin because the rush of torturing and raping a 15-year-old girl got my clients off. I’ve been left on the side of the road with my thighs and vagina in too much pain to walk! I’ve been used as a drug mule! My only friend on the streets was murdered in front of me because I asked for a break and she had offered to take my client to let me rest. After all that, I tried to kill myself!” Your throat was raw, but you couldn’t stop. “But I had nothing. I had no money. So the only way I could think of doing it was to swallow the half a bottle of sleeping pills I had found in the trash. The next morning, I woke up in a pool of my own vomit. I took it was a sign that I was meant to do something with my life, so I pushed myself up. I walked away from the town I grew up in. Hid in sewers and pipes and abandoned buildings to make sure my pimp wouldn’t find me and kill me, or worse, rape me too, because he liked to do that if I haven’t mentioned it already, and send me back to my old life. I clawed my way up. I begged and cried and bled to get where I am now, and then that bastard came up to me and threatened to take it all away or he’d expose my past and kill you.

For SPN, there’s a section of Teetering on the Edge that JUST...I did it, man.

“Don’t you fucking dare pull that neanderthal bullshit with me, Alpha!” You yelled your throat hoarse. Sam dipped out of the area and back toward his bedroom. It didn’t matter. Whether he was here or not, you’d be seething. “You don’t get to decide my life for me! Have you ever thought that maybe I’d rather be in danger with you than safe without you?” He readied himself to respond but you pushed against his shoulder with a force that startled even you. “Did you ever stop to think that I’ve waited my entire life to find the person I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with? And that now that I found him, I’ll be damned if I let him go?”

You were on a roll. Dean wanted to speak, but you wouldn’t let him. “No! You didn’t fucking think about what I want! Because your number one priority is to make sure you don’t have anymore blood on your hands. Well, guess what. You don’t get to do that. Not with me! When you care, you get blood on your hands. That’s just the way it is. I get to make my own damn decisions!” It all just exploded out of you. You kept screaming and crying and drinking to the point where you weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore. As you kept going, your arguments shifted from his demeanor to your own health. “You claimed me,” you said, pulling your sleeve aside to shove the mark in his face. “You know what’ll happen to me without you? I could fucking die!”

Dean waited for you to stop ranting, steadily finishing his beer. Once you were all yelled out, he chose his words wisely. “There’s medication. You’ll be fine. You’re not going to change my mind,” he said flatly, trying to keep any sense of emotion out of his voice, even though you could tell he was right on the edge of acknowledging every amazing and shit feeling he was feeling in this moment. “I need you to get out of the bunker as soon as possible. For your own good.”

Without thinking, you reeled back and slapped him, open palm to cheek, relishing in the sound of the crack that reverberated throughout the bunker. “Fuck you, Alpha! Fuck. You.”

…have you reread the most?

For CM, I tend to only re-read things rarely when other people reblog. I’ll read something that they liked from a while ago and go, hell fucking yea. I wrote that.

For SPN, I re-read a lot of my Cas stuff because he’s my fucking angel :D

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

For Criminal Minds, read all the general fic. I think it gives a taste of how I write the entire team. Though given how much I write Spencer I think I have his characterization down most.

For SPN, I think I’d go with Beauty In Stillness for fluff, Salvation for angst and Satisfaction Comes From Sharing With Others for smutttt.

…are you most proud of?

For CM, overall, I think I’d go with Upheaval.

For SPN, it’s definitely, Beauty in Stillness, Salvation and Teetering on the Edge.

Okay, this was BALLS hard, but I enjoyed :D

I’m tagging @heycasbutt @impala-dreamer @because-imma-lady-assface @covered-byroses and @illegalcerebral

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