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chaithetics · 9 days

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Very Own, Personal Venus

Pairing: Abel Morales x plus size f (afab) reader Word count: 2.4K Warning/note: 18 + MDNI, fluff, established relationship, oral (f receiving). A/N: Not proofread, I hope you all enjoy it! I was hoping to get this out a lot sooner than what I did, so oops! Plus size, midsize, chubby, curvy girlies are absolute beauties, you/we deserve more love. No physical description mentioned other than reader being plus size! I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it but especially you! Please validate me and this fic, comments, reblogs and asks very much appreciated🫶 Tagging with much appreciation @steven-grants-world x Gif by @flawless-v1ctory

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It was a late night at the start of a cool winter when Abel’s car pulled into the driveway and he came home from a long day. Due to the temperature, he’d spent most of the day when at meetings and driving bundled up in his signature, large, caramel coat.

When Abel stepped inside, it was much warmer, it was perfectly cosy and he quickly took his coat off and hung it on the coat rack then he immediately took his shoes off and placed them in the shoe rack by the door. You weren’t downstairs which didn’t surprise him, it was late and he knew you’d be wrapped up like a gift in bed, either sleeping or reading.

Abel walked upstairs to your bedroom, the door was open and a light was on, he leaned against the doorway. Abel’s eyes immediately landed on you, the way that your body is laid out in bed and on display, he can’t help but bite on the inside of his cheek as he thinks about how you look like an antique piece of art depicting a goddess treasured in some museum as he takes in the soft waves of your body. His own personal Venus.

Abel lets out a low, little whistle as he steps out of the shadow of his day that hangs from the doorframe and walks further into the light of where you are in the bed. You hear the whistle and his footsteps against the floor, you start to turn over to look up and face him.

You blink tiredly for a minute as your eyes focus on his approaching figure and you give him a small smile, staying in the comfortable bed that is just perfectly cosy with all the blankets and covers. You move your arm up so you can rest your head a bit on it as you try to wake yourself up more.

“It’s late…” You whisper as he moves to sit on the bed.

‘I know baby, I’m sorry.” He says as he caresses your forehead gently while looking at you.

You’re happy to see him, you miss him during the day and you’ve certainly been missing him more lately with the late nights he’s been working over the last week trying to make everything happen for another deal and the endless issues that an entrepreneur like him is constantly grappling with.

Abel’s met with your kind smile, as you look up at him. You’re too kind for him, too perfect. It’s the thoughts that come to his mind as he looks at your gorgeous smile and how that makes your plump cheeks look. He caresses your face for a moment, his fingers dancing over the full cheeks and he tilts his head down to place a gentle, grateful kiss there.

As he does that, you place a hand into his hair, the gelled back hair, neat and short enough, styled so that his natural curls aren’t springing free, much to your dismay. But he’s still perfectly handsome like this.

You place your other hand to his shoulder and caress it softly with a tired sigh. He’s wearing one of his turtlenecks again and he looks so goddamn good. He knows you love that item of clothing on him, you don’t know what it is but it just is some universal thing that makes every look look better and Abel just pulls them off so well. No matter what colour, fabric, or where they are brought from, they all seem to be tailor-made for his body in the sexiest way possible. Your cheeks heat up a little as you think about how good he looks. You had the most handsome and softly spoken husband in the world.

“How was your day though?” You ask as you watch his face. There’s a tired look there but there’s a smile on his lips which grows each time his eyes look at you and he hears your voice. It’s the best sound in the world to him, especially after a long day.

“It was okay, it’s better now that I’m here with you.” He whispers which makes you smile. He’s always so sweet, a mouth of sugar.

Abel’s hand moves down from your cheek as he caresses your neck and then your shoulder, you can’t help but watch his face as the most peaceful expression takes over him as his hand travels further down your body. He ends up caressing your upper arm as his fingers run along the visible stretch marks on your skin, up and down, over and over. It’s a gentle, affectionate touch. He lets out a little peaceful hum.

He looks completely content and you can’t help but feel the same feeling, an easiness in your bones, as you look at him and breathe slowly as he does too. You’re sure that if you pressed your head against his warm chest and listened to his heart you’d find that you’re both so peaceful and in sync that your hearts would be beating together in time.

“Is it gonna be a quieter day tomorrow?” You ask as you relax more, feeling your body sink further into the mattress as his hand continues, you can tell that Abel is completely focused on you as he does this. He blinks slowly for a moment, his warm brown eyes had been focusing on where he’d been caressing you and they focus again on your sweet face. He gives a little nod. “Yeah, it should be. I should be home for a late dinner at least, honey.” He says softly in his dreamy voice, it’s becoming a bit breathier. Your eyes then widen, you’d put leftovers in the fridge for him but he might’ve just come straight to bed and not eaten at all. You knew he usually had lunch but it’s been quite a while since then so you tilt your head as you look at his face. “Have you not eaten? Abel! There’s leftovers in the refrigerator, do you want me to heat it up for you? A snack? Oh Abel…” “I’m fine, I’ve eaten today. Might just have a little snack.” He says as he tilts his head to look at you with a growing smirk on his adoring face.

He moves the silk of your nightgown up to your stomach, exposing your thighs and intimate areas. Abel moves down your body sprinkling some kisses along your neck and full breasts and stomach. He gets down to between your thick thighs and smiles widely. It’s the most animated he’s looked since being home and you can’t help but smile back as your cheeks heat up at this sight.

“I just need something sweet before bed.” He whispers against the sensitive skin of your thighs, it draws a sharp gasp from you and you feel your fingers start to instinctively search for a corner of a sheet or pillow to grip onto in preparation of what’s to come. His fingers dance along the softness of your thighs. “Can I have a sweet treat, beautiful?” Abel asks in a voice that’s soft and feels musical, you can feel each breath of his words.

Your cheeks heat up more and you bite your lip, it takes a couple of seconds for your brain to connect to whatever part of your nervous system it needs to to say the ‘yes’ aloud and not just think it. You finally say it and give a quick, frantic nod.

Abel’s hands expertly run around the soft thighs that he loves, he’s done this a million times and will do it at least another million times more. He peppers on kisses up and down your thighs, you squirm slightly at the feeling of his lips and hot breath. He knows just how to turn you on perfectly and immediately.

His eyes were closed for a moment as he kissed your thighs and his ran up to your vulva. He ran his fingers around, not getting anywhere near your hole or bundle of nerves as he teased you, he wouldn’t call it that though. He’d say he was building up anticipation. He did that for a moment before he palmed you, you let out a gasp at that and gripped the pillow next to you. You knew what was coming next.

Abel’s finger circled your sensitive bundle of nerves three times, you couldn’t help but let out a moan. He was kissing your inner thigh now as he moved his fingers and he started to dip one into your hole, it was barely in but he was teasing you nonetheless, starting to work you up. You felt your breath become a little shaky as your cheeks heated, you bucked your hips up, trying to get more contact with his fingers, needing to swallow him up more.

You gasped, letting out a giggle as you felt his smirk against your thigh at that somatic ask for more. He smiled more and did as he knew you wanted, he started to move his finger in deeper as you eagerly swallowed his digit up with each movement. You smiled and let out a moan as he did that.

Abel kept kissing your thighs as that happened, he was licking them gently, perfectly content to take his time with you laid out, looking so ethereal with pleasure painted all over your face. When you were like this, it was like a renaissance painting just for his eyes.

His fingers pump in quicker, and he adds another finger in which you can’t help but whine at. You dig another fingers into the pillow next to you and let out a moan as your eyes shut tightly. The feeling of pleasure becomes so much more overwhelming with the extra digit and quicker pace.

It’s now that his mouth moves up and you feel his nose lightly nudge your clitoris and you gasp out, you can’t help but let out a louder moan at that. Abel’s mouth starts to devour you up, he licks through your folds, kissing along your slit and he starts to slowly lick around your bundle of nerves. “Tastes so good, you always taste so good for me.” He whispers against your clitoris and you can’t help but gasp out and slightly shake at that, the feeling of his words, what they do the fire in your loins and what the feeling of his breath does to those sensitive nerves.

Abel quickly goes back to licking your beautiful cunt, he’s lapping up like it’s the sweetest treat he’s ever had, like it’s his only source of water and it’s the hottest day in history. You just taste that good to him. He keeps lapping your juices up, pulling out the most amazing noises out of you.

One of your hands is still tightly gripping onto the pillow but the other quickly moves to his head of perfect hair. You scratch at his scalp, trying to keep it light, despite the fact that with how good he’s making you feel and how overwhelming it is, it would be so easy to scratch harder. You start to tug on his hair as you whine out. His two fingers are still pumping in and out of you at a delicious pace and you can feel his fingers reaching the perfect spot inside.

But it’s what his mouth is doing that is really driving you wild, he’s still lapping through your folds, savouring every last drop of your juices as you whine under him. His hand that isn’t pumping you, is now up holding onto your left breast and squeezing it gently. His eyes are closed now as he treasures this moment, the feeling of your perfect body and how sweet you taste. Abel starts to suck on your clitoris and that’s when you cry out. You try to bite your lip, it feels so damn good and you know you’re close. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out at the same pace, he knows better than to change it up moments away from the finishing line. He keeps licking and sucking on your clitoris, he moans and hums against it as he sucks the release out of you.

Your hand tightens in his ear as you feel your eyes roll back as the feeling overwhelms your whole body. You release, whining out over the high of your orgasm as Abel mouth and tongue slow down in order to help you ride it out and not overstimulate you. You pant and close your eyes, letting go of the pillow you were gripping and holding it to your forehead. You look down at Abel and he’s still between your thighs, looking up at you. He slowly and gently licks up your release and then sprinkles gentle kisses across your thighs.

“You’re so perfect, so beautiful for me.” He whispers as he looks at you adoringly. Your cheeks heat up again and you smile tiredly at him.

You’re saying it all with your eyes, you love him, you’re grateful for him. He’s the only one who can make you feel that good. And he feels exactly the same, and he says it all with his eyes too as he looks up at you.

Abel is looking more tired now though, you’re both absolutely exhausted and ready for sleep now. You’ve had another amazing release because of his handiwork and he got his sweet treat that he needed so badly before bed.

He smiles tiredly at you and moves his body slowly back up. He kisses your hip one last time, then your soft stomach, making sure to sprinkle it in affectionate kisses as he then lands to your neck for a long, sweet kiss. Abel then rests his head against your chest, he caresses your arm softly as your legs tangle together and you start to play with his hair as you close your eyes, feeling content. Both of your breathing settles, back to normal and then start to slow down as tangled up, you both drift off to sleep. You feel him give your chest one last kiss before he tilts his head, closes his eyes and falls into a peaceful slumber. One he could only have with you.

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plussizefantasia · 1 year

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My Fandoms

Here are all the Fandoms I write for! Marvel

Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Moon Knight Trio, Matt Murdock and maybe others (just ask)

Stranger Things

Eddie, Steve, Hopper, Robin

The Hobbit

Kili, Fili, Thorin, Thranduil, Bilbo, Legolas

Twilight

Jasper, Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie, Paul, Sam

Criminal Minds

Hotch, Spencer, Morgan, Garcia

Real People * I will not write actual smut for RPF

Pedro Pascal, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Oscar Isaac, Henry Cavill

*If There is something on the list that you want just ask I'm always looking for new shows and movie recs!

#plus size reader #requests open #x reader #fanfic #requests wanted #bucky x plus size reader #pedro pascal x plus size reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #steve x plus size reader #oscar isaac x plus size reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #chris evans x plus size reader #tony stark x plus size reader #aaron hotchner x plus size reader #spencer reid x plus size reader

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artemisthewh0re · 11 months

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New smut is going to have these elements!!!

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#black reader #reader insert #chubby black reader #black girl reader #black!fem!reader #fanfic #chubby reader #miguel o'hara x plus size reader #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac smut #oscar isaac x reader

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wriitingwoes79 · 11 months

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Careful, He Bites

Miguel O’Hara x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: You’re FWB with the ever-elusive vigilante Spider-Man (2099) who unfortunately, for you, is not too fond of being ghosted.

Content Warnings: dom!Miguel, sub!reader, face sitting, biting, overstimulation, webfluid!bondage, dirty talk (and in español también !!🤭)

WC: 645 (ik ik it’s short my bad lol)

AN: heavily unedited and my Spanish is rusty (gotta love being a no sabo puerto rican ) so I apologize for that!! part 2 maybe? who knows lol

MDNI!!!

Your phone buzzed on the bedside table, your roommate’s photo and caller ID popping up. In your current state, you would just have to let the call go to voicemail—it’s not like you would be able to answer now or any time soon, anyways.

Especially since your thighs were bound by thick muscular arms (and ropes of webfluid) while Miguel’s tongue and lips flicked and sucked over your clit hungrily. The obscenely wet sounds emanating from your thighs held much more sway than the buzzing phone to your right.

Wave after wave of pleasure lapped over you as Miguel forced orgasm after orgasm from you. Your thighs shook around his head, and you squirmed as you felt the familiar rise of arousal leading towards another release.

“Ah!” You cried as you felt Miguel’s teeth lightly rake over your clit, quivering from the sensation. It was a warning from him: take it.

Sit there and take it.

Dios mío, you absolutely couldn’t take another orgasm—your clit was beyond sensitive, overly aware of every rough flick and wet swirl of his tongue as he licked up everything that dripped from between your thighs. His soft groans didn’t help the situation either, soft vibrations from his lips and throat running along your now-aching pussy.

Miguel’s hand tightened on your thighs, hard enough that you were sure the marks would be there by the time you made it back to your apartment.

This had to be a punishment, you thought. How orgasms could even be considered a punishment you didn’t know but you knew the roughness, the little care for how much you ached (despite the overflow of pleasure) had to be some sort of retaliation.

Sure, you hadn’t talked to Miguel in over a week, and sure, you had a blind date with a coworker of your roommate’s but that was nothing! Miguel was just a nice little friends with benefits.

Well…a vigilante friend with benefits.

A vigilante who swung you into his apartment, tearing your panties off with his fanged teeth and trapped you over his face without even taking his suit off—he’d merely lifted the mask up to free his lips and tongue for your torment. You hated how much it turned you on to see his lips and the tip of his nose peeking out from the blue and red suit material.

The orgasm rising in you once more was enough cause for you to squirm more, trying to ease off the side of his face. Miguel’s grip tightened and his lips left from your clit to trace your inner thigh. In seconds, his teeth—his fangs specifically, gripped the soft fleshy part of your inner thighs and pain sparked there. He bit, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to keep you as still as you could manage.

Hard enough to leave marks for you to find later.

“No te muevas,” he growled against you, his lips finding your clit once more, “you can take it, amor.” You whined at the sensation, his lips and gruff voice against your sensitive pussy, the way the ‘r’ in “amor” rolled so delicately off his tongue and onto your clit.

“Puedes hacer uno más,” he said and continued to devour you as if it were the only sustenance he needed to survive. Within seconds, the orgasm came bursting from you, your thighs dripping desire and release which Miguel lapped up with ease. Your entire body shook from the effort and you slumped over, legs tangled on Miguel’s shoulders from the ties still taut and biting into your skin.

Your phone buzzed again and Miguel eased himself you, pulling you free from the webfluid ties without a second thought. He picked up your phone, answering it and held it to your ear,

“Tell her you won’t be coming home just yet, cosita linda. I’m not finished with you.”

#marvel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #marvel smut #across the spiderverse #spider man smut #spider man 2099 #oscar isaac #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac characters #plus sized y/n #y/n #hispanic!reader #hispanic!y/n #dom!miguel o’hara #sub!reader #marvel

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wiinterz · 2 months

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the price of love | miguel o’hara

pairing: devil!miguel x black plus size fem!reader

genre: established relationship, smut, one-shot

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, blasphemy, corruption kink, miguel is like reallyyyy old in this cause he’s the devil, gaslighting(?), manipulation, mentions of religion (christianity), creampie, fingering, light choking, dacryphilia, overstimulation, nipple play, praise kink, cowgirl position, pet names (angel, good girl, pretty girl), bruising (f. receiving), spanish sentences & phrases

word count: 5.1k

summary: miguel o’hara the devil, the fallen angel. he roamed through earth, searching for his naive lover, one who would sacrifice everything for him. everyone told you to stay far away from him; they knew he was the devil the moment he met you, you knew it. though ever since that first encounter, miguel was obsessed, knew it was you. his angel, the pure one. you listened well, making sure to stay away from him as much as you could, yet your heart begged for him, begged for him to corrupt you.

☏ ᴛᴀʏ’s ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: old one-shot!

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MIDNIGHT BLUE AND SPECS of white covered the atmosphere. Shaded grey, shines through your curtains. The moonlight shaped a whole, gorgeous as the night went on. Laying on your side, your hands were under your pillow as the winds picked up. The tree branches hit against your window yet it never woke you.

Your cheetah print bonnet slid off a bit, showing the top of your head as your plump brown lips gape open a little. Soft snores escaping from you. Your bedsheet was over you, but fully, it had been tucked under your arm.

Slipping into your room without racket, his looming body stares at you, on the right side of your room. His tail away, now in his human form. Yet his fangs still, glistening in the sweet moonlight. His eyes were scarlet red, keeping close attention to your subtle movements. When awoken, you were startled as a child seeing a monster under their bed.

Your eyes dart to his shadow, he smirks, emerging from the darkness. His tail appeared, swinging to the right as he walked slowly to you. “Siento el latido de tu corazón, mi ángel. Relájate, estás a salvo.” His tone was true and kind, yet it spooked you still. The devil smirks at you, his tail disappears once again, and your eyes widen.

“Miguel? W- What are you doing here?” You question, scooting up from your bed as you sit upright. Your breathing is rigid.

“Oh, mi ángel. So pretty.” Miguel smirked as he looked you over. “What? I just wanted to spend some time with you. I saw how you avoided me and I thought we could talk.” He took a step closer, his body towering over you.

“A-Avoided…I wasn’t avoiding you.” You whispered, pulling your bedsheet close to you. “You can’t be here…my parents, they’ll wake up and see you.” You continue to whisper. The moonlight dripped against his tan skin, he looked ethereal.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you, not here at least.” Miguel chuckled. His hand gently cupped your chin. “So beautiful.” The devil whispered as his eyes roamed over your face. The moonlight slightly illuminated his face. “I wanted to talk. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, even though we both know I’m not so bad.” He smiled.

Your lips plump, you tucked it against your teeth and let go. “I haven’t been avoiding you…I’ve been busy.” Lying, as you whispered. It was somewhat a lie at least.

A smirk spread across Miguel’s lips. “Busy?”

“I’ve seen you. You’ve been with no one, but you make an excuse every time I want to spend time with you.” His eyes bored into you. “But what you’re going to tell me is you’ve been too busy…being an angel and all.” He chuckled. Your breathing hitches, “Miguel…”

“Yeah, mi ángel?” Miguel raised an eyebrow, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek.

His voice, his face, his touch. They all affected you in ways you wished they hadn’t. He tilted his head, waiting for you to speak.

“You seriously can’t be here…I-I have to go somewhere later in the day anyway. I’m actually busy.” You stutter out, telling the truth.

“Sure you do, mi ángel.” Miguel scoffed a little. “You’re too busy for me, but you have some secret event you can’t wait for?” His eyes narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. Miguel could sense the truth and he wasn’t going to stop until he forced it out of you. “I’m not too busy for you…it’s just things happen.” You sigh.

“Like what? What are things you can have going on at this time that are more important than spending time with me?” Miguel questioned you.

He leaned over you, his body fully blocking out the moon and your view of the window. “I want to hear it.”

Gulping, “I-I have to work at the church, I need sleep for starters. I have friends to see. My family is planning this get-together and my parents want me to help.” You mutter, leaving out another thing. Miguel’s expression turned to one of disappointment. “Really?”

“That’s what you’ve been doing with your time?” His eyes went back to you, and his gaze drifted to your lips.

“A church girl?”

You groan, wishing he would understand but of course he wouldn’t. Why would he, and why should he?

“Miguel…seriously these things are extremely important. I also have to see my pastor soon to go over scriptures…Miguel, please.” You whine out to him.

“Church…pastors…scriptures?” Miguel repeated with contempt. “And you haven’t been avoiding me? Tell me more.” The devil’s patience was wearing thin and he didn’t care if he scared you right now. He wanted to be your only priority.

You sigh, “I…I met someone.” You mutter out. Miguel’s demeanor changed drastically. His face hardened and his grip on you loosened.

“Who?”

He was angry, not just at this unknown person, but at you too.

“Tell me who.”

You whine his name out, Miguel’s head was spinning. The very thought of you and another person made his blood boil. You were his. “Who.” He seethed out.

“H-Her name is Bonnie, she’s my age, twenty-six. Goes to the same university as me, we met at church not too long ago.” You let out, breathing heavily as you do. “What do you even see in her?” Miguel wonders in a low tone. He had to know. To find out why you chose Bonnie over him. What made her more special than him, the devil himself.

“Please don’t…” You murmured, looking away.

Miguel didn’t budge. He leaned in closer until your faces were inches apart. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips. He had to know. “Tell me. Why do you choose her over me?”

“S-She’s not you…she’s not the devil. Miguel my family, my friends, everyone knew I even involved myself with you. I would lose everything and everyone, my life included. They can’t know, they tell me to stay away from you. Be a good lady and don’t listen to the devil’s lies. Don’t worship him, don’t even chant his name.” You tell out, letting out everything you’ve been told about the devil all your life.

Miguel went silent as you talked. His grip on your face tightened as he seemed deep in thought. You felt a chill go down your spine. The weight of Miguel’s hand was much heavier than normal.

“You listen to them?” Miguel finally asked. His face is still inches away from yours.

“Miguel…”

“Mi amor, I want you to think long and hard,” Miguel began, his voice almost a whisper. “If these people know the truth about me- the real me- would they still be your friends?” The devil sighed, his grip on your face easing. “If they knew I only wanted you and that I would never hurt you. Would they still be your friends?” He speaks in a hushed tone.

“It wouldn’t even matter, they would only see what you’re known for.” You looked away and gulped.

“And what am I known for?” Miguel asked, his hand cupping your chin once more and turning you to face him. Your eyes were glossed as you sighed. “Hurting people, making them do bad things…” “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with sweet poison. “Your friends have taught you to be, and you want to believe it’s true.”

“N-No…no it’s not true.” You protest, his statement was somewhat true but never fully.

“Then prove it to me, my angel.” Miguel asserts, his face inches away from yours. The heat from his body was overwhelming, but the devil didn’t care about your comfort. “Tell me you don’t care for this…Bonnie. Tell me you love me.” He insists under his breath. The sound of his voice was like velvet on your skin. You breathe, “I do love you, Miguel….but I can’t be with you.”

“Why?” Miguel whispered. He didn’t shout or argue. He simply waited for your answer. Miguel’s fingers touched your face. For a moment, it seemed like he cared in a way that wasn’t selfish or cruel.

“You’re the devil, I’m a simple mortal. Compared to you, you’re basically your own god. You’ve made a name for yourself, you have people that worship you, that fear you. If I even tried half of the things you’ve done I would be killed. So I can’t be with you, I was not placed on earth to—” You choked on your words and looked away.

Miguel smirked as you choked on your words. It was a cold expression on his face now, one that lacked the softness of before. “There it is.” He chuckled. His hand caressed your cheek.

“You do fear me.”

Miguel leaned closer again, his hand tightening on your chin. “You do know who I am.”

“I-I don’t fear you.” Your body shutters, “I love you.” Two sentences, the second one true. Miguel chuckled again, his mouth only inches away from yours. “And you love me?” His breath was soft and sweet. You couldn’t tell if it was a normal breath or if it was a special one meant to affect you. The fingers of his other hand brushed against your lips.

“Yes.” You tell him quickly. “Say you need me,” Miguel speaks softly. “Tell me you need me like you need your air.” Miguel’s grip loosened on your chin, but his breath was still close to your face.

You felt like you were in a trance, and you gave in to him fully, anytime he needed you to. “I need you, need you like I need air.”

“And what about Bonnie? You don’t need her.” Miguel’s finger traced your cheek, and then your neck. “You don’t need her like you do me…”

You shake your head and whimper, “No.” You tell him softly.

“You don’t love her,” Miguel smirked again. He tilted his head, his finger running along your collarbone. “You’d choose me over her, every time, wouldn’t you?” The devil asked.

You hum and nod sheepishly, “Every time.” “And it isn’t just that, isn’t it?” Miguel’s voice dropped to a whisper, making his breath tickle against your ears. “I’m the only one you want.”

“Miguel~” You whine out, a soft plead escaping from you.

“Tell me I’m the only man you want.” Miguel whisper-demanded. “No one else. No Bonnie or your friends.” Miguel’s voice was still sweet, but you could hear slight undertones to it. His grip tightened on your jaw ever so slightly. “You only want me.”

“I only want you.” You didn’t care how wrong it was anymore, your soul was tied to the devil. Your soul was created for him, even if it wasn’t, he still made sure it was. Miguel was the cause of your life, the cause of your death, the purpose of your pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” Miguel said with a smile. “But that’s not all, mi ángel. You can’t ignore the urge you feel to touch me, to kiss me.” Miguel leaned in until you felt his breath on your face. “Tell me you want to kiss me.”

You whimpered, “please.”

“You need to beg,” Miguel said. “Please what, mi ángel?” The devil smirked, leaning closer once more. You could feel his body against yours now and your heart was racing.

“Please Miguel, please kiss me…wanna feel your lips.” Miguel’s hands tightened on you as he leaned close, so close that your bodies were touching. You could feel how hot he was. “Are you sure?” Miguel murmurs, his eyes never leaving you. “Cause once that happens, it’s going to be very, very hard to go back.”

You whimpered and nodded, “Very.”

Miguel chuckles and before you can process it, his lips are on yours. The kiss was soft and slow…and you couldn’t resist. Miguel pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your body. “Nunca te dejaré ir, guapa,” he whispered before kissing you again.

You kissed back, resting your hand on his left cheek, slipping your tongue in. No feeling in the entire world was like Miguel’s embrace. His lips were perfect and his touch was addicting. The longer you two kissed, the more intense it got. Miguel’s grip on you only tightened with the sound of his low growl.

His body pressed closer to yours, you could feel his heat against you. You pull away and breathe heavily, “fuck I forgot how much I missed you.” You moan and your thumb runs across his lips.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered open as he took a breath. The look he gave you was filled with lust…but also something else. You could see his genuine love for you in his eyes. “You missed me?” He questioned.

“You miss me.” He smirked. “Stop, I know that look.” You tell him, you pull your thumb away from his lips.

“What look is that?” Miguel chuckled, still keeping you close. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” His grip on your chin grew gentle again. “I’m thinking of how amazing tonight is about to be,” Miguel whispered, his voice filled with a desire you hadn’t heard before.

You knew exactly what he meant, you read him like a book and so did he to you. “W-We can’t…not with my parents here.” You mutter softly.

“I can be quiet,” Miguel whispered.

His grip on you tightened again, his body pressing closer to yours, his eyes locked on you. “Tell me you want this, mi ángel.” You breathe, “I don’t know if I’ll be quiet…and I do want this.”

“Then just be quiet enough,” Miguel smirked and pulled your head back lightly. The hand on your chin slid down to your neck and his face was inches from your own once more. “You have to know by now how much I want this.” He mutters, pulling you in closer. “Please, pretty girl…let me show you how much.”

You moan softly, “Please show me, Miguel.”

Miguel’s lips pressed against yours once again and the feeling was intoxicating. You felt his hands on your waist, his grip tightening and loosening in sync with the kiss. Miguel was holding you again.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed this, my angel.” Miguel breathes out. His grip on your neck tightened once more. “You’re mine and only mine.” You whimpered at his last words and moaned softly, gripping his hair. “Need you, I worship you.”

Miguel groaned slightly. What was supposed to be a simple kiss had become something more intense.

Miguel’s hands moved from your waist, running across your body. As his touch traveled up your side, you could feel the heat spreading underneath his fingers.

“Tell me you worship me.” He groans again.

“I worship you.” You repeat, Miguel’s eyes locking with yours as you licked your lips. “Show me how much you worship me.” Miguel’s tone is soft and low. His eyes were looking at you in a way you hadn��t seen before. It wasn’t a look of desire or want, it was a look of obsession and love.

Miguel’s hands reached up your front and cupped your cheeks as he leaned closer. He was so close now and he was watching you.

Waiting.

You closed the space between both of you, his plush lips touching yours as you gripped his hair. Slipping your tongue in. His long tongue swirls around yours as you suck on it softly. You feel his hands run across your breast, cupping it as he softly rubs the nipple against the cloth of your silk green nightgown. You moaned in the kiss, letting him fall on your bed as you sat on top of him, the kiss never stopping.

Miguel was moaning and panting as the two of you kissed and kissed and kissed until you could feel your mouths go dry. The devil’s hands were on you, rubbing your back, your neck, and your breasts, you felt euphoric in his arms. He was taking care of you…and he was taking care of himself.

Miguel lay on his back, taking in the feeling of you on top of him. He moaned as he looked up at you.“Mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I don’t care if it’s a sin, I want to make love to you. I’m obsessed with you.”

His body was already reacting to yours and your touch. You could feel the desire in his touch as he reached up to your chest and moved his hands up your thighs and under your nightgown.

You lean your head back, his fingers trailing up to your left breast, cupping it. “Mmh~” you let out.

Miguel’s eyes fluttered, you could see how much he wanted this. How much he desired you. His caresses were intense and hot, his eyes never leaving your body. “I love you, mi ángel,” Miguel whispered. “I want every inch of you.”

You moaned, and looked back at him, your dark brown skin glowed in the moonlight. You were his angel, the angel that held no boundaries between mortality and immortality. You weren’t simply an angel, you were the goddess of beauty and pleasure, purity being your savior and enemy.

Feeling your bonnet slip, Miguel quickly pulls it back down, placing it on your eyes as he chuckles. He was being unserious for a moment. And in that moment you felt your heart skip.

You push your bonnet back up a little to stare at him. Your eyes bore into his red ones. His fangs weren’t there anymore, tan skin, glowing like yours. You love him, and not because of his title, or because he brought so much pleasure to you. You love him because at the end of the day, you saw bits and pieces of him, no one would understand. Not even you, sometimes and you were okay with that.

“Ojalá no tuviera miedo de amándote por completo.” He mutters, his smile slowly turning into nothing. There he was again, the fallen angel. Broken wings and all. Yet you fixed him up, your porcelain doll.

“Take me, Miguel. Take all of me.” You let out breathlessly, you grind against his crouch slowly.

Miguel moaned softly as you did, watching your body with desire, with need. With a smirk, he slid your nightgown off you, throwing it to the floor. His caress on your skin made your breathing quicken. “You’re so ethereal…” Miguel whimpered. “So, so ethereal….”

Your eyes glimmered with a mix of love and desire. You lean yourself closer to him as your heart rate fastens. His arms wrapped around your bare skin. Your lips drag down to his nose, his lips, then to his chin.

You place your hand on the bed, pushing your body down a bit as you moan, feeling his crouch, his long and thick length never going ignored by your pulsating pussy.

You giggle in his ears, his eyes darken in desire as he cups your left boob and suck it softly, his long tongue swirling around your nipple as you whimper and moan. Your breath hitches as you grip his hair, your eyes widening with a mix of surprise and excitement. The sound of his mouth sucking you and the sensation of Miguel’s tongue sent a surge of arousal through your body.

You gasped softly as your breasts were exposed, your nipples hardening under his touch. His eyes locked with yours as Miguel’s right index finger rubs your right nipple. Your body arching slightly into his touch.

A low moan escaped his lips as he leaned in and sucked on your other nipple, the pleasure coursing through his and your veins. Your fingers entangled in his hair, gently guiding his movements as he looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and a playful challenge.

He pulls away, a string of his saliva falling to your boob and his chin. His scarlet eyes darken with desire. “Mmh~ taste too good, my pretty girl.” He moans, still playing with your nipples, pitching it to see you twitch a little.

The devil’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation as you pulled away from his hands. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of the moment, a smoldering desire evident in his gaze.

He let out a throaty chuckle, his voice filled with a sultry edge. "Oh, mi ángel, you're just getting comfortable, aren't you?" He purred, his tone laced with a mixture of playfulness and hunger.

With a swift and fluid movement, he turns your body around, you facing your tv, and your clothed pussy sitting on top of his crouch. His hands gripped your waist, forcing you to stay put. You moaned softly, feeling his hands roam your body, tracing every contour, every curve. The sensation of his touch sent waves of pleasure to your clit.

“I love you, mmh~ this pretty ass of yours, these pretty nipples, your sweet face. Look like a fucking goddess.” His voice was soft and desperate, he’s whining under you, holding himself back from thrusting his body into you.

Little did you know, you had the devil wrapped around your fingers. His tail was held in the grip of your hands as you toyed with his mind. You were his and he was yours, nothing named destiny could change that.

He whimpers under you, repeating your name like a spell. “Come on baby, come on, take my boxers off, please baby.” He begs, you’re not used to that but you listen like his good little angel.

Your eyes sparkle in amusement a smirk appearing on your lips as you listen to his pleas. You could feel the intensity of his need, the raw desire to have you, corrupting you to be his only.

You hover over him, pulling his boxers off as his pre-cum spills out to his nuts, he’s whimpering still, legs widening beneath you. You smile to yourself, turning back around as you look at his dick and then back at him. He’s a blushing mess and doesn’t realize, his fangs popping out, yet he wouldn’t cause any damage to you…yet.

Though there was a quick glint in his eyes that only the moonlight could catch. With a sudden motion, he slips his hands between your thighs, his fingers immediately finding your clit. He begins to rub it softly at first as your head leans back, low moans leaving your lips.

“You like that, pretty girl? Hmm, yeah, bet you do.” He murmurs, biting his bottom lip, looking at your, pretty brown nips. You moan a little louder, grinding yourself against his fingers for more.

He leaned in closer, his voice in a seductive purr. "Oh, angel, such impatience," he teased, his words dripping with playful arousal. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige."

Gradually increasing the pressure and speed, his touch is expertly attuned to your desires. As Miguel’s fingers danced over your sensitive nub, he watched your reactions, reveling in the way your body responded to his touch. He could feel your arousal building, your moans filling the air, driving his desire to new heights.

"Is that what you wanted, pretty girl?" He whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Do you want me to make you cum, to push you over the edge?"

You continue to grind against his fingers, playing with your left breast, squeezing and pitching it as you nod, becoming breathless. “Shitt…just like that…ohhh.”

The devil’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt you grinding against his fingers, your moans of pleasure echoing in his ears. He continued to stimulate your clit, her fingers expertly gliding and rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his tone deep and breathless. "You like it when I touch you like this, don't you? When I make you feel so good." He increased the pressure and speed of his movements, matching the rhythm of your grinding. His touch became more insistent, aiming to push you closer to the edge of pleasure.

"Cum for me, baby," he begs softly, his voice laced with a seductive command. "Let go and surrender to the pleasure. I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

“Fuck…fuck~ oh fuck me!” You whisper-shout, eyes shutting as you feel yourself so close. “Ple-please, please please~ fuck.” You moan out, you were a mess and he loved it.

Miguel’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he felt your desperate plea for more. Your words fueled his fucked up desires, and he was more than happy to oblige. He continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you, maintaining the relentless pace. Each movement sent waves of pleasure roaring through your body, igniting every nerve ending.

His tone was sultry as he responded, "Oh, mi ángel, I have no intention of stopping. I want to feel you unravel in my hands, to make you scream with pleasure."

As his fingers explored the depths of your wetness, he seized your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual dance. Their movements mirrored the rhythm of his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure through you.

He could feel your body tensing, the coil of pleasure building within you. With each thrust, he pushed you deep to the edge, ready to witness your release and revel in the ecstasy that awaited both of you.

You finally came all over his fingers and legs, moaning loudly. “Sh— ohhh~”

His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and delight as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy. He felt your release coating his fingers, the evidence of your cum glistening in the dim light.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched you, your moans of pleasure echoing through the air. He relished in the sight and sound of your uninhibited bliss, reveling in the power he held over your desires.

"Such a good girl," he moans. "You came so beautifully for me." He slowly withdrew his fingers, savoring the sensation of your release on his skin. As he brought them to his lips, he licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours, a playful spark dancing within them.

"Tienes que ser el ángel más bonito que he visto en mi vida." He lets, your breathing slowly down as you look at him. His finger raises to your face, caressing your bottom lip. “Siempre estoy dedicado a ti.”

You had an urge to cry, you knew he meant every word he spoke to you. This moment of intimacy wasn’t easy for the both of you, he knew that you would never fully belong to him. He knew that that’s why he chased after you each time because you still gave away your love to him and he selfishly took it. Yet, in the end, you love Miguel, support and take care of him, and trusted him.

A part of you had been scared of him, he was right, you were terrified of what he could do. What he would do if you ever stopped loving him? So in moments like this, you weren’t sure if it was out of manipulation or truthfulness spilling out of you both.

Either way, you would do it a million times again to get a superficial love, at least you knew he cared in ways you could never imagine.

Miguel holds you, rubbing your face, pulling your chin, his face inches away from yours. He smiles at you, his lips attached to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth as you suck it. The both of you pull away, staring in awe at each other.

"You're mine, remember that," Miguel's voice was low and commanding. "No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to taste you like this. Only me."

You look at him, desire filling your eyes as you have tears running down your cheek. “Please.” You whimper. Miguel's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, seeing the desire and vulnerability there. He wiped away the tears from your cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle despite his typically rough demeanor.

"Please what, mi amor?" he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of concern and possessiveness. "Tell me what you want, exactly."

He knew he could be intense, overpowering even, but he also cared deeply for you and wanted to ensure your needs were met. His dominant nature didn't diminish his capacity for tenderness, especially when it came to you.

“Want to feel all of you…please?”

Miguel's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he heard your plea. He could feel his arousal building, but he wanted to take his time, to savor every moment.

A wicked grin curved his lips as he shifted on the couch, his hand reaching out to trail his fingers lightly along the curve of your thigh. His touch was teasing, barely grazing your skin, as he exerted his control over you.

"You want me to touch you, querida?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Then beg for it. Beg for my touch." He loved seeing you like this, vulnerable and desperate for his attention. It fueled his dominant nature, making him even more possessive.

But despite his words, he knew he couldn't deny you for too long. His desire was growing too strong.

“Please touch me, Miguel…wanna have your dick all in me, wanna feel your lips and fingers…please.” You whine, pouting at him.

Miguel's eyes narrowed as he watched you pout, a mixture of devotion and appreciation flickering across his features. He couldn't resist your plea any longer, not when you looked at him like that.

He swiftly moved his hand to your core, his fingers finding their way between your folds. He teased your entrance, making you ache for more, before slowly sliding a finger inside you. He relished in the way your body reacted, the way you clenched around him. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel it."

With his free hand, he rubbed his throbbing dick. Without hesitation, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you, filling you completely. His movements were rough, and possessive, as he claimed you as his own.

"You're mine, now and forever," he growled, his eyes locked with yours. "And I'm going to fuck you exactly the way I want."

His thrusts became faster and more forceful, each one pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of your moans mixed with his grunts filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

At that moment, there was no one else but the two of you. The world faded away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection.

You were a moaning mess, holding onto Miguel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop baby, right there.”You moan as Miguel’s hand snakes up to your throat, gripping it.

Miguel's lips curled into a wicked grin as he heard your desperate pleas. He reveled in the power he held over you, in the way you surrendered to him completely.

He shifted his position, his hand firmly gripping your left leg and pushing it up, exposing more of your wet heat to his relentless thrusts. The change in angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan unabashedly. "Is that what you want, mi ángel?" he taunted, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and satisfaction. "You want me to fuck you relentlessly? To claim every inch of you?"

He didn't wait for an answer, knowing that your body spoke louder than words. His thrusts intensified, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

Miguel's grip on your throat tightened, his movements becoming more primal. He was close, so close to losing himself in the ecstasy of release. But he wanted to take you with him.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice husky and commanding. "Give me everything you've got."

And with that, he plunged into you with one final, powerful thrust, pushing you over the edge. The world around you blurred as pleasure washed over you, your body convulsing in the throes of an intense orgasm. Miguel followed suit, his release flooding through him as he emptied himself inside you, marking you as his.

As the waves of pleasure receded, you collapsed on top of him, his breathing heavy. He pulled you close, his arms enveloping you in a possessive embrace.

"You're mine, always," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that was reserved for you alone. "And I'll always take care of you, no matter what." He whispered, releasing your body and pulling your face close for a heated kiss.

Miguel wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. He could feel the exhaustion in your body, the aftermath of the intense pleasure you had just experienced together. His possessive nature softened as he felt the weight of your words.

"Mi ángel," he whispered, his voice filled with a rare tenderness. "I'll always protect you, take care of you, and love you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing soothingly along your back. In that moment, there was no need for dominance or possessiveness. It was just the two of you, connected in a bond that went beyond physical desire.

As you rested against him, he held you close, cherishing the intimacy and the love that flowed between you. And in the quiet moments that followed, he silently vowed to always be there for you, to be the person you could rely on, both as Miguel O'Hara and as The Devil.

As moments, blissful and sweet, you felt his body pull away from you, leaving your warm bed. Miguel placed his clothes back up, shaping in his original form, his long tail wrapping around his left leg as he stared down at you.

You turn to your closed door hearing footsteps make their way to you. Hearing a knock on the door your father's voice speaks up, forcing you out of your desired reality. “You okay in there? Can I come in?” He questions, and you yell yes, pulling your sheets up to you as you lay your head on your pillow.

You turn your head to the left, not seeing Miguel anymore, just your window halfway opened as the tree branches hit against it, and the wind coming into your room a bit.

He was gone in a blink, his lips still ghosting upon your ebony skin, as you controlled your breathing. You stared up at your parents who watched you in concern and confusion. He would be back, you knew it, you genuinely felt it as if he created a ritual to feel him. You became his Lilith, and he would use you repeatedly, till you lost your sense of mortality. Till you became his eternally.

You lay in regret realizing, you signed your soul to the devil. What scared you the most is you loved it.

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josephquinnswhore · 1 year

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could you do a little fluff of pedro (or any of his characters) x plus!size reader where reader buys new lingerie for his birthday and he's like lemme take a picture and he takes a polaroid pic and sticks it in his wallet and then they go out with friends and one of his friends for shits and giggles takes his wallet and sees the picture and they're like "👁️🫦👁️ wow she's hot" and he gets jelly

ilysm kisses 🫶🏾

Polaroid

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female-plus size reader.

Summary: an image meant for Pedro’s eyes only, ends up being seen by curious eyes who make inappropriate comments.

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warning: lewd language, Pedro being horny as fuck, taking nudes, Pedro swearing/getting jealous. Slight smut but not really, unprotected p in v but no actual sex.

Note: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST. I’m a plus size person myself so I’ll divulge into this so hard. 🫶🏼

Through the years you’d always put a lot of thought into Pedro’s gifts, whether it be a sentimental gift, such as the hand painted family portrait of him and his sisters you’d gifted last year for his 47th birthday. Or something he needed but would never tell you he needed. He didn’t need to tell you, because you always listened and figured out simply by listening; such as a new laptop during covid lockdown so he could do interviews via Skype and Zoom call.

This year, you were stumped. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask Oscar to help you with what to gift Pedro. You FaceTimed him, his warm smile is the first thing you’re met with, his messy mop of dark curls fell onto his forehead, some grey hairs visible through the bad lighting. “Hey Osc, I’ve got a favour to ask.” His eyebrows shot up In curiosity. “Go on.” He encourages.

“I don’t know what to gift Pedro for his birthday, he’s made it entirely impossible this year. No hints, no nothing.” Oscar raises an eyebrow, “you, the best gift giver doesn’t know what to give her boyfriend for his birthday?” You bit your lip, embarrassed as you walk around throwing some pieces of rubbish in the bin, trying to keep your mind busy as you stress about this present, with only 7 days until his 48th birthday, you felt your blood pressure rising as the days came closer and you still hadn’t gotten him anything.

“I know, I know. Can you help me or not?” A mischievous smirk crawls onto his lips, something that had your suspicion spiking. “What are you smirking at Oscar? Tell me what you’re thinking.” He shrugs casually, “get some lingerie for him, do a sexy photoshoot or something.” You bite your lip in uncertainty, “are you sure it’ll be good enough?” The older man huffs, “you’re joking right? Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

You hum, deep in thought as you realise Oscar’s right, Pedro does love your body, your curves and perfectly natural breasts, the cellulite on your rounded ass cheeks. The way he can grab handfuls of your thighs and how they feel wrapped around the back of his head as he dives face first into your cunt, he even loves the way your soft tummy slightly hangs over your pubic bone.

“Hey, you still with me?” Oscars voice snaps you out of your trance, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to try something new, if Pedro didn’t like it, which was unlikely, you’d know for next year, and bonus, you’d have a new set of lingerie. “Uh yeah, thanks Oscar I gotta go, bye!” You quickly hang up before he has the chance to say his farewells. Lingerie, it’s gotta be sexy, accentuate your curves and be the best gift he’s ever received. You pull your hair up into a messy bun before making a beeline straight for your car, keys in hand, jingling as you speed walk, eager to get to the shops.

The lingerie shops ambiance is unmatched, the pink neon sign drew you in, once you were in you didn’t want to leave, the golden hue of the light was soft on your eyes, the faint scent of rose water had been spritzed into the air with the fan circulating air around the small store, the quiet hum of a SZA song played from the small portable radio that sat on the wall shelf behind the counter.

There were so many options, too many colours and plus sized inclusive sizes. The shop attendant approaches you with a smile, “can I help you at all?” You smile nervously, “yes please! I’m wanting a new set, for my boyfriends birthday. Has to be super sexy. It also has to be purple, that’s his favourite colour.” You explain meekly, your cheeks reddening at the fact you’re telling all of this to a stranger, she leads you to a section of purple garments, all stunning in their own right. “He’s one lucky man. Do you need help with the sizing?” You tell her your size, she flicks through and finds all purple items in your size, stacking them on the front desk. “You can flick through them or feel free to try them on.”

You pick up the first set and hum uncertainly, feeling like it was not what you wanted, the material certainly wouldn’t cover much at all, you wanted something with more coverage. The second set was nicer, but still not something that wowed you, the small silver studs were definitely too much in your opinion. The third set you picked up you gasped, the colour was beautiful, rich and thick in the back of the bra, it had 5 clasps which would offer more support, it had harnesses that would look sexy with some stockings clipped to the harness. It had a stunning chest piece that would expose your cleavage and make it look sexy, the lacey material would would look beautiful on your skin.

“Can I try this on?” The lady smiles, “please! Go for it. Our dressing rooms are just to the left here.”

You underestimated how good you would look in this piece of lingerie, it made your hips look bigger, your curves softened and your breasts looked incredible, not to mention how nice your assed looked. The purple on your skin tone was like it was made for you, you felt sexy and knew this was the one.

“I’ll take this one, thank you.” As you return to the counter and set the lingerie down as she scans it, you pay the $120 on card and smile as she puts it into a paper bag with the store name on it. “I know he’s going to love it. Good luck!” The lady farewells and you thank her for her help before sitting in the car, all these scenarios running through your head about how Pedro will react.

“Happy birthday baby!” You cheer as Pedro steps into your apartment, the house smelt delicious, you’d cooked his favourite meal, the food simmering and getting to be plated. The room was littered with purple and silver balloons, red rose petals led down the hall to the bedroom, the scent of just blown out bubblegum candles lingers as the wick starts to smoke. “Thank you baby. Look at this, it’s incredible.” You pull him into a hug, squeezing your arms around him as his scent swirls up your nose and makes you inhale. “This isn’t the gift baby, it’s in the bedroom. I’ll get it for you.” You offer, rushing to the bedroom and know you need to move quickly, you’d practised a few times over the past couple days knowing you had a time frame of a few minutes before Pedro got impatient.

You pull your nice dress off and throw it into the hamper, setting up the balloons nicely and the love heart shaped rose petals on the bed, setting the candles alight, you slip your heels on and open the cupboard draw to set up the Polaroid camera so it was facing you. “Baby, you okay?” Your heart races, you need to finish up, now. You take your hair out and let it fall down, sitting up as you lean your weight on one hand behind you, setting one knee up on the bed, you let the other fall flat. “Actually baby I could use some help if you don’t mind.”

Your heart is in your mouth as you hear his footsteps near the bedroom, the squeak of the bedroom door is deafening as he opens it. His mouth drops when he sees you, the purple lingerie that covers your body is looking incredible on your body and you know it. Pedro’s dark orbs are scanning your body, groaning as he sees the Polaroid camera, shuffling in the spot as his cock grows hard and awfully uncomfortable in the confines of his jeans. “Fuck baby you’re gunna kill me.” You hum and look at him through your lashes, something you know drives him crazy. “Looking so fucking perfect for me, this is all for me hm baby?” You nod, “all for you Pedro.”

He picks up the white Polaroid camera and steps back, snapping the image of you posing, capturing the decorum of the room, “I love you so much.” He moans, his fingers gripping the image as it prints out, he was quick to snap an up close photo of you smiling, eyes closed teeth baring, he knew this would be his favourite.

“Let me see those perfect tits baby.” You lie down on the bed, your back being itched by the rose petals. He snaps a few pictures. “On your knees, honey.” You obey him and stretch your arms out toward the pillows, arching your back and raising your ass in the air, a grunt leaves Pedro’s lips as he smacks your ass, your gasp turns into a moan as he smacks your other asscheek, pushing yourself further back towards him. The camera snaps a few pictures, the redness of his handprint visible on your asscheeks. “So fucking perfect.” His thick fingers play with the small amount of fabric, getting a good look at your weeping cunt that’s soaked for him. “Fuck baby you’re dripping, roll back over.” You roll into your back, your hair sprawled onto the bed underneath you. Pedro, with one hand unbuckles his belt with a groan, undoing his jeans to relieve the tightness that caged his hardness.

He pulls your lingerie covering your cunt to the side, getting a perfect look at you. He palms himself roughly before pulling his underwear off entirely. Pulling his shirt underneath his chin. He slides his thick cock into you, your body squirming at the feeling, “fuck-so fucking big Pedro.” He groans, only pushing himself half way into you, before wrapping one large hand around your neck and takes a photo with the other hand, of his cock inside your cunt, hand wrapped around your neck and your perfect body clad in this purple lingerie.

“What about dinner?” You whimper, hearing the whir of the camera printing the obscene image. Pedro tosses the image along with the others onto the bed beside you, along with the camera. “Dinner can wait baby, I gotta have you. So fucking perfect. This is the best birthday gift ever.”

You would have to thank Oscar for the advise.

Two days later on the weekend was when everyone was out at a bar celebrating Pedro’s birthday, they had all insisted on spending time with him, Oscar had rallied some old and new friends of his, the bar jam packed and booked to yourselves thanks to Oscar.

The music was loud and you were having a great time, catching up with some old friends. “Hey honey, can I get you another drink?” You finish your beverage, the alcohol making you a little lightheaded, your bladder begging for release. “Sure baby. Just gotta duck to the toilet. I’ll be back.” You kiss him on the lips, missing his warmth and taste as soon as you pull away, shimmying through the crowd of drunk friends.

“Hey man, I’ll just get another beer and a cocktail.” Pedro leans against the bar, knee bent as he pulls his card from his wallet, paying for the drinks. “Hey man. Whoa, I gotta see this.” Oscar snatches Pedro’s wallet, Charlie Hunnam steps behind him, “dude no way.” Pedro leaves the drinks on the bar, “Oscar, give it back man.” Charlie huffs, “you get to have that all to yourself, so unfair, she’s so sexy.” They pull the Polaroid of you out half way trying to get a better look, Pedro’s hand is wrapped around your throat and thankfully they don’t pull it out entirely, the thought of his friends seeing him inside of you was too much. He didn’t need them seeing you like that, exposed and taking him perfectly, he didn’t want them thinking of you like that, or getting any ideas.

Pedro snatches the wallet back, pushing the Polaroid back into his wallet and shoving it into his Jean pocket. “Don’t ever touch that again, you hear me?” Pedro growls, his jealous getting the best of him as he turns around to pick up the drinks, they throw their hands up in surrender, “we’re cool man, alright.” You walk up to the bar and press a tipsy kiss to Pedro’s lips, he hands you the drink and you sip, groaning at how perfect it was made. Pedro’s free hand grips your ass and gives it a tight squeeze.

“Oh, hey guys!” You didn’t notice the two men standing there at first, they were watching Pedro claim you, his possessiveness shining through even though he knew you’d never do anything to make him worry. You were just incredibly sexy and that image wasn’t for their eyes, you were his and only his.

You turn back to Pedro and a drunk smile sits crookedly on your lips. “Happy birthday baby.” You whisper. Pedro pulls you into him and he kisses you, he moans into the kiss as if it were just you two, as if the bar wasn’t full of his family and friends. You hook your finger into the belt loop of his jeans. Throwing the glass back before licking your lips seductively, “what do you say we go home handsome?”

Pedro only nods, giving his friends a lazy smirk and a wink as his hand rests on your ass on the way out of the bar.

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nerdieforpedro · 4 months

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Watch me and Touch it Querida

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x plus size female reader

Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist / Oscar Isaac Masterlist

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You have a crush on your long time friend Santiago. After the events of Columbia, he stays in your spare bedroom. You two make good roommates. Pope decides to ask you a question that you thought was just a throwaway. Turns out he was serious.

Warnings: Teasing, Hair worship (is this a thing? I guess it is now 👀), oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap them thangs up), cockwarming, aftercare, bad jokes throughout (another Nerdie staple)

Notes: My first Santiago smut! I think I captured his essence. Maybe, Ya'll will have to let me know. Also, I apologize to anyone who actually plays guitar, I just looked up what Google said were the four basic chords.

The first clue should have been that he asked to stay with you. He had three other men, his brothers, that he could have stayed with. Especially since they don't talk about whatever happened last month. Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia is a flirt of a man, has been since you’ve known him. You pay him no mind, his little compliments don’t phase you - much. He would call and text you in between deployments and later when he was out of the military. He’d also call when he was in the States or overseas consulting. Just checking in on you, he would normally lead with asking about how you were doing. Your mind constantly told you it’s the kind of thing he would do with the guys except they likely have private jokes. Your heart tells you it might be more, but your mind usually wins with reasoning.

Him moving in went fine. Pope didn’t have much with him. A few duffle bags and a backpack. He took up your second bedroom and things were easy. Just fine. They guys joked that you two should have been roommates years ago since you got along so well. They’re not wrong, you just still need him to move out. Which is impossible to ask considering one of his friends just died on their trip, none of them will say how and even though they all still get along, neither Frankie, Will or Benny will let Pope stay with them. Suspicion is high that there’s some lingering resentment there, but it’s not your place to ask. You weren’t there. You don’t know and you’re not going to.

You haven’t seen any odd habits so far. He cleans up after himself, cooks every once in a while. No women have been in your guest room that you know of and you never want to know if they have. The conversations flow easily and he plays his guitar sometimes, letting you sit on his bed next to him while he plays different chords. Strong hands alternate between picking at the strings and strumming them, Santi softly hums a tune you’re not familiar with. There was a Die Hard marathon you both watched together the other day. No red flags….which should have been red flag two for you.

He’s your friend. Almost a brother to you. You can’t be looking at how his polo shirts cinch around his waist and slight tummy or how they’re struggling with every thread on those biceps of his. The man has a million watt smile with curls to match, a dangerous five o’clock shadow, plush lips and warm chocolate eyes that focus on you when you speak. When he calls your name, you always exhale, it sounds perfect out of his mouth. Your thoughts haven’t even broached his thighs or that perfect curve he calls an ass when he asks you out of the blue. You’re minding your own business on the couch reading a book. Lying to yourself that you’re going to do less screen time this year.

“You think I should grow it out? I’ve always shaved it.” How long had he been thinking about this? Wait…shave what? Not his head right?! Not those curls. Curls that you’d snuck your hands in only a handful of times copying a noogie that Benny would do and only when the others were around. So silky with a touch of gray….He had asked a question. About his hair, shaving it…

“Santiago. Please don’t shave your head.” You pleaded, harder than you meant it to come out, but you were serious. It warranted your book closing and to look up at him. Why did he have to stand in front of you like that? Sure most people do that, but it’s not okay when he does it. You’re aware of this and the fact that you still haven’t told this man to move in with one of his brothers means you’re the third red flag. At some point, you became okay with the idea of throwing away your friendship with Santiago. Oolging him when he’s not aware and looking forward when he’s away for a few days so you can think more about his merits and assets. Possibly with a few handheld aides.

He laughed at you and sat down on the couch. “No tonta (silly). Grow a beard. My facial hair grows pretty fast anyway. What do you think? You like facial hair on your men angel?” His shoulder nudged your arm. You chuckled at the thought that he joked about you having men. Pfft. Shaking your head, you playfully swatted his cheek, his rough stubble grazing your fingers. You made sure your hand came down to your knee, the desire to keep in on his face was too strong in the moment.

“I think you could pull off a beard. You already have stubble half the time. Just don’t let it look raggedy Santi.” You smiled, trying to picture it. The most facial hair you’d seen him with was a mustache in pictures before Delta Force and he looked like a porn star. Hell he looked like one now. You need to stay focused, you’re having a conversation. If he did have one of those nice, maintained beards though…he might turn into an evil villain. They usually had some cool beards before getting thwarted by heroes. His grin at your very apparent compliment and distraction makes you lose the little focus you did have.

“Glad you believe in me. You didn’t answer my other question though.” Squinting your eyes, you’re confused for maybe the third time tonight. “Do you like facial hair on men or do you like them clean shaven?” He leaned in, very clearly expecting an answer.

Frazzled, your answer matched your current state of mind, “I mean, more hair is always better than less hair. I love some friction, you know I’m used to it because of my thighs but that’s…it’s gotta be a different kinda of sensation when someone's doing it right and has a solid beard…” His wide eyes told you that you’d said too much. Way too much. You stood up and mumbled goodnight, cursing yourself and hoping that maybe he had another overseas contract soon. He grabbed your wrist and stood with you.

“Is that what you like angel? Something for a different type of friction? Good to know. I take it you haven’t had that from what you said though. Sweet dreams cariño (dear).” Santiago said as he released your wrist. He knew damn well you weren’t going to sleep tonight and you didn’t. The next few days, he didn’t mention it and when you two met up with the guys and their girlfriends, he didn’t mention anything then either. By next week, you were sure it had blown over and he left saying he was going to be gone for two months. That was plenty of time to forget your mistake right?

The time came and went fast. Santiago was back…with a damn beard. It was black with gray strands at its edges. Letting his lips peek out from the oval of hair that formed around them. You looked, then turned and snuck another look. Angry that you did. Maybe he would shave once he got settled in. He greeted you with a hug, nuzzling his nose and jaw on your neck as he embraced you. You wanted to slap him for testing you, but maybe he didn’t remember, you also wanted to touch his face and kiss him to feel the hair on your face. Gazing up at him, his curls had grown out a bit more as well, more pronounced and larger. Pope said he was going to go take a shower and frankly, you felt you could use one too. Get these ideas out of your head.

The first week is fine. A good amount of time spent with the guys both at bars, their places and in your apartment. The second week however was the kicker - Santiago had gotten some beard oil that smelled of cedar, jasmine and a hint of vanilla. You were thankful that Will wanted Santi to tag along with him this week for more motivational speaking engagements. Pope was out of the house and away from you smelling that damn delicious.

As it was past 9pm on a Thursday, you were already in your oversized sleep shirt and panties. Not sexy at all. Not that you needed to be, you’re dancing around in your apartment. It’s something you haven’t done too much except when Santi’s out of town. It helped calm you and you could focus on the music and not your various worries, especially your thoughts about your roommate.

Santiago unlocked the door to your apartment. He walked in and saw you in the living room. Swinging your hips, arms above your head. What should come on next but “Worth the Wait” by Kali Uchis & Omar Apollo. You’re singing along and moving with the music, it wouldn’t hurt to dance with you right? It’s not like he hasn’t danced with you around your home before, though that was usually to some boy bands that you would play because you knew he hated them. He took hold of your hands and interlocked his fingers with yours, his gaze on your surprised face as you stopped moving, but he brought one of your hands down and patted your hip to encourage you to continue to dance. The song is slow and the content is rather sensual. “Keep dancing cariño. With me.” Is the only thing he said as you two moved, your chests mere inches away from each other. He released your hands and placed them on your hips and yours immediately went to his beard. You figured if he’s going to dance with you like this, you may as well touch it. He let out a deep chuckle, leaning forward. Santi pressed his warm chest against yours, he spoke in your ear, “You like it, touch is querida (sweetheart)? I grew it just for you.”

Your breath hitched when he said your name in your ear and his hands that had been on your hips, roamed your back. “Y-You did Santi? You didn’t have to…I..” His large hand ran up your neck and cupped the back of your head as he sang along to Kali’s next song “All Mine.” Your hands fell to his sides, pressing into his skin, kneading it. It would be embarrassing how moist your panties had become and that your nipples were hard as little pebbles if you didn’t feel the need to jump this man, but dancing is sweet and nice.

We’ll figure it out as we go, just you and me

But we won’t leave each other alone, that’s all mine

All me, all me All mine, All mine, all mio, mio, mi

All mine, all mine, all mio, mio, mi

Both of you continued to rock side to side until the song ended and Santiago stood to his full height. You wondered if maybe you’d gotten too lost in the music and had imagined everything. You hadn’t let go of him yet, if you weren’t hallucinating then that meant this just happened and maybe you could act on what you’d been feeling. “Santiago. What you just sung, did you mean it?” Your eyes scanned his face, you wouldn’t be distracted this time. He had essentially used a song to confess his feelings to you, but it needed to be said outside of a song. Pope took hold of your chin and smiled.

“Yes I meant it. I know how you’ve been undressing me the entire time I’ve been here angel. I’m not an idiot. At least in that department. I’ll say I’m not great at long term relationships so we’ll take it how it goes, sí (yes)?” He offered. That was all you needed to cup his face, place your fingers in his beard and pull him in for a frantic kiss. He appeared surprised which made you grin as he parted his lips for you, quickly recovering and wrapping his arms around you pulling you toward him as you let him in, his tongue exploring your mouth. The groan you released was loud as you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness spread. You pulled out of the kiss and pulled him toward your bedroom. “Cariño, you sure?” He asked with slightly red lips. You answered by pushing him onto the bed, hands on your hips, you scanned his body. He didn’t need to ask and you weren’t going to answer such a silly question. You smacked your lips at the tent in those damn cargo pants he always wore.

“Too many clothes Garcia. Take them off.” Your hands went to your hips. “Now.” Santiago hadn’t seen this side of you and was enjoying it. He was normally one to take charge in the bedroom. He removed his shirt, exposing his taut muscles that flexed as he fiddled with his belt and removed his boxers and pants in one drop. He kicked off his socks as he sat on the side of bed with his arms out. You stepped up to him but didn’t embrace him. Instead, you just dropped your soaked panties as they hit the floor, heavy with your own wetness. Santi looked down and muttered a soft, “fuck,” next you removed your shirt. Your curves on full display as he attempted to place his hands on your hips but you stopped him. “Up on the bed. I’m due some friction since you keep teasing it with me.”

“¡Joder! (Fuck) , this is what you like huh? Being in charge? I’ll play along this time.” He slid back toward the top of the bed where you were expecting him in the middle.

“That’s where I’m supposed to be Santi. Move back down.” You motioned as the bed dipped, you crawled next to him and looked down at him. He smirked, damn grin. You wanted to pink he cheek, both sets.

“No. If you’re going to take charge then you need the right seat angel.” He wiggled his eyebrows as you scratched your chin for a moment. It clicked, he wanted you to…no one’s ever asked that. Pope didn’t give you a choice about settling on his face gently. He turned on his side to grab your knees and pulled you over his shoulders, his breath on your slick inner thighs. “Look at you. You’ll drench me won’t you angel?” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his beard on your thigh, you brought your legs closer together and reached down, taking a handful of his curls while calling his name.

“Dammit, you know how many nights I’ve thought about this, your curls and this beard? Don’t ever mention cutting your hair again unless I say so.” You growled, his nose tipped upward touching your clit momentarily before he drew back. “Fuck..you damn tease Santiago…” His hands roamed from your knees to your thighs and then your large ass, giving it a squeeze. It made you buck your hips and drop them, making your slick lips come into contact with his beard. Your yelp was sharp and followed by multiple curses as you heard Garcia laugh into your core. It didn’t matter now if he laughed, you were here, sitting on this man’s face. You dropped your hips to stifle him, calling his name as you sat. The sweet grate of his beard against your thighs and mound had you dripping.

Santiago had never seen you so feral. He was throbbing as he watched you cry out his name and felt his cock twitch when you pulled on his hair. He knew he had an effect on you but didn’t expect this. This was so much better than he could have imagined. Now that he could barely breathe, he opened his mouth, kissing your entrance before rolling his tongue around your tight hole. He estimated that he’d definitely need you come at least twice to accommodate him. He then had it pass your entrance to explore within you and he felt your strong pulses. He smirked again, hearing you scream as he went deeper before truly starting. He alternated hollowing out his cheeks to suck what felt like your uterus out of you and having his tongue press against your soft core. He was concerned for a moment that you may pull out a chunk of his hair, the way you were using his head to steady yourself as you grinded into his face. When he was pulling his tongue back to suck again, you screamed his name again and gushed, soaking his face, beard and neck. He drank as if he'd come in from a desert and you were the first source of water he’d come across. When your body relaxed, you fell forward and he slid from under you to lay next to you. Your face was sweaty and some of your hair was sticking to your forehead, one of your hands weakly came up to your face in an attempt to hide it but he grabbed it and kissed it gently.

“You asked me to strip so no hiding hermosa (gorgeous). You had your beloved friction?” He teased and you smiled, shaking your head. He didn’t forget that you said that. He remembers all the wrong things. He set your hand down on the bed and rubbed your back, “Ready for more? I’m going to need at least two more from you.” He explained and your eyes went wide.

“I might have one…and that’s being generous of me. Why two?” You managed to prop yourself on your elbows but were still on your stomach. His hand continued to rub your back and slowly went to your ass, then a finger slipped into your sensitive sex, making you gasp. “Y-You need to warn someone when you do that…”

“That’s why, you’re a little too tight.” He kissed your shoulder and licked your ear, “those boys you’ve dealt with and your toys don’t prepare you for me querida.” His finger pumped slowly and as it reached deeper he added a second one, making you lift your right knee to allow yourself to open more. The squelching noises coming from your cunt had you whine as you gaze up at Santiago who was watching you, his gaze heavy. “I wonder which chord your pussy plays to angel?” He licked his lips and nibbled on your ear again before speaking again, “Em?” His fingers pumped into your straight, “how about C?” He curved his fingers slightly and your hips snapped, you opened your legs even wider as you began to wiggle against the mattress.

Santiago stopped his fingers for a moment and flipped you on your back before adding a third finger and curling his fingers even more, “How about G?” His eyes were dancing, watching you pant from just his hand. You’re saying his name, but babbling angrily at him. He finds it adorable that you still have it in you to be angry. You could hold a grudge. He’ll fuck it right out of you. His free hand roams your wide stomach as you pull on the sheets around you and your legs continue to part for him, feet planted into the mattress as you move your hips with his fingers. He leans over you and kisses you gently to which you release the sheets and grab his head, digging into his curls again, biting his bottom lip. He draws back deciding to finish you. He wants to watch you as you climax this time, “let me give you chord D cariño.” Santiago crosses two of his fingers over each other, bends them slightly, hitting your spongy sensitive tissue. Your hands let go of his hair and grasp his forearms, digging your nails into them and you groan with your second climax, it feels stronger than the first as your back arches. He revels in watching your mouth wide open spilling with his name repeatedly, even the pain from your nails is welcome. He’s not normally into it being a bit rough, but he senses that you might not be aware of what you’re doing. He wouldn’t mention it now. Something else to tease you with later.

Slowly you feel his fingers leave your drenched cunt, you feel like you’re floating but exhausted. Your eyes flutter, but you watch as he licks his fingers, hearing him moan as he does. It had your core stirring again. Having him take you apart, break you even though you planned to be much more assertive, initially you weren’t happy about it, but he’d done nothing except pleasure you since you’d ask him to strip. “S-Santi, do you want me to…” Your eyes trailed down to his swollen and dripping cock which looked thicker than any you’d had, even your dildos. You were understanding more why he made sure to prepare you first.

“Not tonight. I bet you’re still pissed at me for teasing you. I know you hold onto a grudge like a dog with a bone, angel. You'll be a little less mad after I finish with you.” He rubbed his beard against your soft stomach before settling between your legs, “Ah! Damn it, I need a condom. I’ll have to go to my room, I have some-” His face went from smoldering to panicked, then to confusion as you reached down and gently gripped the head of his dick.

“I have an IUD Santiago. I’m not mad but, you’re not taking your cock out of me until it’s soft. I will be livid if you do.” His eyes were wide as your knees parted further and you brought his head to your entrance. He placed his hand over yours and moved it gingerly. You watched as he looked up at you.

“I didn’t realize you were such a dangerous woman. As my angel wants.” Santiago slid into your wet cunt halfway, watching you to see if you had any discomfort. It was slight, only from the stretch, he was so girthy. You growled at him.

“You’re not all the way in are you? I’m fine. Just move, Please Santi…” That famous grin spread over his face as he pushed forward until his hips were flush with yours. “Yes…that’s it…fuck it’s so much. This was in those damn pants? It isn’t enough that you have that ass?” You managed a small giggle, reaching your hands to cup his face. “Fuck me while you kiss me with this beard you sexy bastard.”

“You’re so damn kinky cariño. I love it and you, too.” His lips crashed into yours as he started his pace, not bothering with slow as he drew back and gave deep thrusts that kept hitting your cervix. Moans between the two of you had your lips swollen as you kept needing to either bite, suck or release cries. His hands moved from your stomach to your knees, bending your legs back and tipping your hips upward slightly, hitting an entirely different angle. Santiago was up on his knees and had moved out of your reach so you placed your hands over his that were on the back of your knees. Between him rutting into you and the bending you were doing to try and touch any part of him, your insides were quivering again. You were close again already.

“S-Santi..It’s…” You stuttered, in between your whines. He nodded as he felt you starting to clamp around him, he felt his balls tightening. Dropping one of your knees, he wrapped an arm around your back to bring you close to him, one hand went to his soft curls, now drenched with sweat and the other held the back of his neck as your thumb ran across his temple and grazed his beard. With a few more pumps, Santiago spilled into you, groaning into a rough kiss with you, his teeth nearly colliding with yours if you hadn’t had your tongue run along them. The sensation of him filling your core, had your third orgasm begin. Pope slowly dragged his softening cock along your walls to extend it, he kissed trailed down your neck. When both of your bodies stopped moving, Santi gave it a minute and went to pull out to which you wrapped your legs around him.

“Not yet. Just inside, a little longer Santi.” You cooed, kissing his shoulder. He nodded and held you, as the both of you soaked in each other’s warmth. When you removed your arms from him, he took that to mean that he could move which he did. He went to your bathroom as you tried to sit up. He looked back to you and quickly motioned for you to stay on the bed. He returned with a warm washcloth after whipping himself off and opened your legs. The cool air had you let out a quiet sigh.

“Careful, you keep sounding like that, I may have you ride my face again angel.” You laughed knowing you didn’t have the strength to do so no matter how tempting it sounded. He carefully wiped, making you flinch as your cunt was swollen and sensitive. Once he finished, he helped you sit up and helped you to the bathroom. After the clean up was done, you both returned to bed, getting under the sheets, you laid next to Santi and twirled a finger in his curls. “Ven aquí (come here) cariño. You enjoy yourself?” He pulled your upper body onto his chest, preferring to be face to face with you.

“I did. I’m going to be sore for a few days, but it’s worth it.” A soft smile graces your face as does Santi’s. You peck his lips and lay your head on his chest. His laugh vibrates throughout his chest. His hands are once again on your back, stroking it. It’s relaxing.

“Good to know I’m worth it angel. I was starting to think all your staring had you rethinking my beard.” You poked out your bottom lip and pinched his bicep. His hands grabbed your hips and jiggled the extra flesh you had on them.

“You could have just asked you damn tease.”

“Nah. I had to make you work for it a bit. I’m not an easy man cariño.” He kissed your forehead as his hands traveled back up to your back.

“You’re near impossible is what you are, Santiago. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, that I do know querida. I love you too.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you in each other’s arms, fully exposed to each other finally.

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Preciously Plump

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!plus size!Reader

First time writing about Santi but can't stop thinking about the fact that I think he might be into plus size ladies. I'm plus size personally but usually my characters need to be more on the petite side either for their jobs or situations they are in so this will be fun!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, smut, reader is plus size, unprotected sex, praise kink, reader has some self esteem issues, anal, p in v (totally not projecting why would you think that?)

When you first met Santi you were surprised that he even talked to you. Guys like him usually weren't interested in girls like you, especially when they could have someone that fit the "standard" of beauty that you were convinced you fell short of. He looked you up and down, like you were the most delicious thing he'd laid eyes on licking his bottom lip before biting it.

He tried to play it off like he wasn't mentally taking off your clothes piece by piece when he looked at you sat at your barstool. You were charmed by his smooth talk and the way he leaned against the counter, eyes never wavering from you.

After grabbing your number he would start texting you about how cute he thinks you are and he would ask you on a date. Part of you would still be convinced that this was too good to be true, but the other part of you would be screaming internally with excitement and so you'd say yes, of course.

Like a true gentleman, he would pick you up for the date and open the car door for you. You'd never know but he also just really wanted an excuse to touch your sides as he helped you into the car. When he opened the door at the restaurant he let you walk in ahead of him so he could stare at your thick ass in front of him. He'd be glad when you were both able to get a seat at the table so he wouldn't have to keep holding his jacket in front of himself in attempt to hide his growing erection.

Despite his clear physical attraction to you, he would also genuinely enjoy hearing about your hobbies and interests. Likewise, you would love an opportunity to pick his brain as well.

During dinner he would do his best to keep his eyes on yours but you just had to wear that damn low cut top to tease him. He would subconsciously bite his lip without realizing while he shifted himself frequently just trying to quiet the screaming in his pants.

It was after a few more dates, but when he finally got his hands on you, all bets were off. The first time he saw you naked, you were gingerly trying to cover yourself, but he wouldn't have it. He would wipe his hand over his mouth while he looked at you and then walk over. "Don't cover yourself sweetheart. Let me look at you." He would say in a breathy tone.

Self consciously you would lower your hands and feel the heat rise to your cheeks. He would shake his head and say, "wow, aren't you beautiful." To which you would chuckle nervously. He wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing you right then and there. When he wrapped his arms around you he would lower his hands down to grip that ass he'd been admiring through denim for a while.

He'd want to kiss down your chest and would relish in the fact that he got to squeeze your plump tummy. He'd savor the softness of your skin against his lips and be unable to stop himself from squeezing your thick hips while he did so.

This man would demand you get on the bed and even get down on those shitty knees just to spread your legs and kiss the inside of your thighs. He'd love it if you would give him a grip of death with your legs while he was suffocating in your wet folds. He would comment that he'd "never tasted anything so good in his life cariño." To which you would squirm. His words of approval would send a rush to your core.

He would revel in the way his fingers gripped on your hips while he assaulted your hole with his mouth. He would enjoy your squirming while while he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. When you finally come, you can bet he is devouring every bit of the juices that flow from your pussy without hesitation and enjoying holding you down by your plump tummy while you tremble from the overstimulation.

He then can't decide which side of you he wants to look at while he's fucking you. Does he want to slam himself into your precious and already wet cunt and watch your tits bouncing and squeeze your adorable stomach? Or does he want to push himself between your intoxicating cheeks for some anal play?

Unable to choose, he would start with that sweet and soaking pussy. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my thick cock." He would say in a breathy moan before pushing himself into you. His one hand would be holding up your right leg so he could get as deep as possible. His other hand would squeeze your breast, teasing at the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Once he was sure you had come at least one more time, he would turn you over. Your ass, that gorgeous voluptuous round thing that he wanted to bury himself into over and over again would be presented to him in that moment. He would spread your cheeks and use the juices from your sopping cunt to lubricate your anus. He would coax you, telling you to "relax, let me take care of you." He would go in, one finger first to test you. When three fingers fit somewhat comfortably, he decided you were ready.

When he was sure he couldn't handle himself anymore he would push past your cheeks into your tight ass. He'd moan, telling you "you're so tight, fuck." You would have your hands gripping the sheets tightly while he reached around your hip with one hand to stimulate your clit with his fingers, and the other would be holding on to your ass, squeezing.

Neither of you would last much longer, feeling him exploding inside of you and stretching your lesser penetrated hole as his cock throbbed, filling you with his heat. You would feel your already oversensitive pussy contracting in waves as you reached your climax as well.

Finally, yes, he's calling you for more dates because he cannot get enough after having you once.

#santiago garcia #Santiago Garcia smut #Oscar Isaac fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #santi x reader #santi garcia smut #plus size fanfic #reader is plus size

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messrmoonyy · 2 years

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Can I ask for Moonboys and Layla comforting plus size reader when she’s insecure? Like a Drabble or hcs or something? Thank you 🥺

Sweet anon I felt this one fr. As a chunky gal myself I felt this a million times. I got you. And just remember you are perfect how you are and all the boys and Layla would adore you. So here’s some drabbles that can’t really be classed as drabbles really cause I got carried away. Enjoy my sweet

Moonboys and Layla comforting you when you feel insecure:

Warnings: afab reader but I do try to keep mostly neutral. mentions of insecurity over weight, mentions of eating/food , implied/ alluding to smut if you squint real hard

Masterlist - open for any and all requests! Also reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

Steven:

Steven came home bounding with energy as he always was when he knew you were home. He had a gift bag from the shop in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other, balancing them carefully as he unlocked the door. The gift shop had gotten a new shipment of plushies in, all patterned with various Van Gogh paintings. There was a travelling exhibit at work, which meant a whole new range of merchandise. And as soon as he’d seen the sunflower bear he knew he had to get it for you. Even if your collection was beginning to get ever so slightly out of hand. He just couldn’t help himself but treat you.

“ Hiyya love I’m home! “ he called, dumping the groceries on the kitchen counter. When you didn’t respond immediately like normal, he panicked. A million thoughts of any possibly bad thing that could’ve happened to you. He didn’t know why he always expected the worst. Maybe something niggling in the back of his head about how many enemies Marc had made over the years…. He was over reacting. His flat was open plan, there wasn’t exactly many places he could lose you. So he headed straight for the bathroom, the only real place you could be hiding away.

You were probably just taking a bath or something.

You startled when he poked his head into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror in your underwear. He knew what you were doing immediately and he placed the bear down on the sink, hurrying over to you.

“ heyyy love “ he said softly, and jumped in between you and the mirror with his hands softly on your arms “ now what are you doing in here? “ you refused to look at him, curling your arms around your waist to hide from him. Which was silly. He’d seen you in your underwear- and far less- before a hundred times.

You were usually confident, happy knowing that you were just fine the way you were. That Steven loved you just the way you were. But every now and again it blipped. Your confidence plummeting to the ground at a million miles an hour. It wasn’t that he didn’t reassure you enough, hell the man complimented you every minute of the damn day. But sometimes you had those days where you felt the need to analyse every fault you thought you had.

You didn’t know what to say to him and he nudged your chin up to look at him.

“ what’s got you feeling like this love? Has someone said something? I can… tell me who and I’ll… I’ll. I’ll do. Something “ that made you smile a little.

“ what defend my honour? “ you teased softly, losing the grip on yourself slightly.

“ absolutely “ he cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead “ now stop hiding in here yeah? You’re perfect y/n. And I adore you. Just how you are. Like the gods made you themselves. Bloody incredible you are. Wouldn’t want you any other way “ his hands then moved down to your arms and gently pulled them away from your body “ now stop hiding from me, yeah? Beautiful wanna see all of you “ your cheeks flushed as his hands fell to your waist and squeezed softly “ I know what’ll cheer you up. I got you a present“

He let you go and hurried back over to the discarded bear before returning, thrusting it towards you “ ta da! “ a smile blossomed across your face as you took the gift, examining the detailed artwork printed in its fur.

“ oh it’s beautiful Steven. Thank you “

“ like you “ it was cheesy. It was goofy. But that was him. And it made you smile again which was quite possibly his favourite thing in existence.

“ I don’t think I can quite be compared to a priceless art piece by Van Gogh “ he shrugged and gently pulled you close to him again, arms around your waist.

“ I dunno. Priceless to me “

Marc:

Marc watched you intently from his spot on the sofa, watching you at the other end as you picked at the food in your bowl. It was your favourite, he’d made it special seeing as you’d been in an odd mood the last few days. But you weren’t eating. Hadn’t all day from what he’d seen. He knew that sometimes on your period you didn’t want to eat. But that wasn’t due any day soon he was sure.

So it was odd. His brow furrowed as you pushed the food around with your fork, looking at the tv but your face showing you clearly weren’t paying it any attention. He picked up the tv remote and flicked it off.

“ y/n. What’s wrong “ you looked over at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“ what? “ he sighed and shuffled closer to you on the sofa.

“ baby don’t play with me. I know you. What’s wrong? “ he nodded down at the bowl in your hands that had barely been touched “ it’s your favourite and you’ve hardly touched it “

“ I’m just not hungry babe I’m sorry “

“ and this morning? And yesterday? Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Did you actually eat anything today y/n? “ tears started to pool in your eyes and he took the bowl from you, placing it onto the coffee table and pulling you into his arms “ tell me what’s wrong “ you sniffled into his shirt and shrugged “ y/n “ his tone was slightly warning. But because he was mad. Because he was worried. He loved you more than anything or anyone in the world. He don’t want you to treat yourself so poorly.

You sat back and he brushed the tears gently away from your cheeks with the back of his fingers. You were the only person ever allowed such tenderness.

“ at work “ you started softly and he stayed quiet to let you speak “ one of the guys they just… just made a comment that upset me. It’s stupid I’m stupid. I’m fine “ he held your face in his hands and tried to remain calm. He always got angry too fast, especially concerning you.

“ what did they say? “

“ don’t make a big deal about it Marc.. “

“ I just want to know. Please “ your eyes met his and his heart ached seeing them glassy with tears, hurt swimming in your gaze.

“ it was Jessica’s birthday. She brought in donuts for everyone to share. Dave just made a stupid comment that I should only have one because I didn’t need the calories. They laughed. It was a joke I guess “ he let out a steady sigh already plotting a completely accidental run in with fucking Dave. No one was allowed to talk to you like that. No one “ don’t do anything stupid okay? You can’t just go around fighting anyone that says something bad to me “

He almost laughed at how well you could read him.

“ I never said I was going too “ you raised an eyebrow in question and gave a small laugh, shaking your head.

“ sure “ he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, eyes drifting over your face. It was quite scary how protective he felt of you, how much he wanted to protect and keep you safe.

“ I love you. And I don’t want you to think that people talking to you like that is okay “

“ I know… I love you too “ he pressed a kiss to your lips before reaching over for your bowl. It was still warm enough to eat and he handed over to you

“ good. Now eat “ you snuggled into his side and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head when you finally took a bite.

“ promise you won’t do anything to Dave? You’ll let it go? “ the way Jake was already nattering away about what he wanted to do to the bastard that had bad talked you, he didn’t quite feel he could promise that. So he settled with humming an answer and began making preparations with Jake.

Jake:

If there was one singular thing Jake loved most in the world. It was you. Every single inch of you. Everything. Your eyes. Your smile. The perfume you wore. Every word you spoke. Every laugh you gave him the pleasure of listening to. Every bump and line and curve that your body had to offer to him.

And he greatly enjoyed making sure you knew it too. He was quite confident in the fact that there wasn’t a single inch of you that he hadn’t smothered in kisses, shown his upmost care and attention to. And majority of the time you were more than happy to let him.

He hadn’t seen you for days. And he’d missed you. He’d practically jumped you the second you’d come home from work, but had kissed him back with as much eagerness as he had. But in the last minute or so you’d shifted. He could read you like a book and he knew when something wasn’t right with you. He’d felt the tiny way you’d stiffened as his fingers had tried to find their way under your shirt, your breath catching in your throat in a different way to usual.

“ all good mi amor? “ he asked, detaching his lips from your neck.

“ I- yeah. I’m fine. I’m good…. Tense. Stressful day at work that’s all “ he didn’t quite believe you, but you tugged him back down to kiss you so he didn’t question it further. Maybe it was just because you had a busy day and he was over thinking.

“ ah well I have a solution to help you relax “ he said lowly against your lips, kissing you once more before sitting up. His hands ran over your thighs and up to the waistband of your skirt, pulling it carefully down your legs. He dropped it to the floor and his hands went back up to what their previous mission had been. Getting you out of your shirt.

But the second he grabbed the hem of the material your hands flew down to stop him. He let go immediately, never doing anything unless you wanted it “ y/n? “

“ can I just… can I keep the shirt on? Please? “ it was an odd request. You’d never asked it before. His brain immediately went to the bad end of things, wondering what you could possibly be hiding.

“ are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Who? Y/n? Puta madré “ he went to get up and find whichever bastard had dare lay his fingers on you, without any real understanding or vague idea of who. But you grabbed his hands.

“ Jake. Jake! “ he looked at you with a frown and you closed your eyes for a moment and sighed “ I’m fine. Look if you don’t believe me. I am “ you hesitated a moment and pulled off your shirt “ see. I’m fine “ he rotated his finger, signalling for you to show him your back too. Which you did with another sigh before laying back down and covering your face in embarrassment.

“ then what? Why are you hiding from me? “ he reached gently for your hands, pulling them away from your face “ princessa “ you refused to look him in the eye and sighed again.

“ I just… didn’t want you to see. Me. My body it’s embarrassing look at- “ he shut you up with a hard kiss, making you gasp into his mouth.

“ none of that. No no “ he kissed you again, a little more gentle the second time “ you are perfect. Don’t I show you that? “ he thought he did. He didn’t quite know how else to “ and I have seen you before. Many times “

Your cheeks flushed with heat and your lip quivered. For a moment he was worried you were going to cry on him.

“ I’m sorry… just one of those days you know “ you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and he brushed your hair away from your face “ I look at you and you’re just… well. You. And then I look at me and…. You could do so much better “ he raised an eyebrow simply out of amusement. The idea that there was anyone out there better suited to him than you? It was a laughable idea. He was almost tempted to check if it was April fools.

“ there is no one better “ he confessed “ no one. I love you, princessa. Every part of you. Look at you “ he started kissing at your neck and felt you relax underneath him “Eres perfecto, tan perfecto” he said lowly against your skin, hands roaming wherever they could reach. Now practically desperate to prove his point. That he adored you. Every part of you. And he wouldn’t change a single hair on your head “ let me show you how much I mean it? “ he asked, his kissing going further south. Between your still covered breasts and down your stomach “Estás hermosa “

He looked up at you for some final consent, happy with the nod of your head, and pressed his face between your legs.

Layla:

Layla woke up unsure of the time. Her sleepy eyes refusing to fully open as they squinted at the alarm clock. 3am. Still plenty of time to be sleeping and definitely not time to be awake. She wondered what had woken her up and rolled over to pull you back into her arms and drift off again. But she turned and hit cold bed sheets.

You had shuffled away from her, right to the edge of the bed. One turn and you’d be on the floor. She immediately started thinking what she could have possibly done to make you mad. You had been fine when you went to bed, in fact more than fine. She’d absolutely ravished you until your legs were jelly and her jaw ached. She’d fallen asleep with you tightly snuggled in her arms.

Maybe you had just rolled away in your sleep. Or maybe she’d taken up too much space or accidentally wacked you. She was an active sleeper and often wiggled around. Either way she wanted you back in her arms again.

She scooched up behind you, draping an arm around you gently in an attempt not to wake you. But it seemed you were already awake. The second her hand came to rest on your stomach, your hand was on hers and pulling it off and onto your waist instead. Layla frowned. What In gods name had she done to upset you?

“ habibti? “ she questioned softly “ what did I do? “ you said nothing at first so she squeezed your waist softly to get your attention.

“ Layla don’t “ now she was really confused. She sat up and flicked on the lamp beside the bed, a frown etched on her face.

“ y/n what’s wrong? What did I do? Honestly I’m wracking my brains here and I cannot think of a single thing “ you rolled onto your back and avoided her gaze.

“ your hand… I don’t like you holding me there. My tummy. I’m gross it’s so gross “ she frowned and looked at you like you were insane.

“ when have I ever said that? “ she’d never even dream of it. She was obsessed with you. She told you all the time.

“ never. It’s just. It’s a fact “ Layla tugged gently on your hand to make you sit up, pulling you into her arms when you did. She held your head to her chest, pressing kisses to your head.

“ don’t talk like that. Ever “ she rubbed soft circles into your back as you started to cry softly, soaking her T-shirt with your tears “ I love you right? Everything about you. You really think what weight you are or where you have fat, bothers me? Really? “ you shook your head slightly “ you think there’s anyone else I’d want to be here with right now? What you think just because someone is slimmer than you I would love them more? I’d find them more attractive or something? “ she was a little hurt you’d even think that. But she understood. She knew you had your insecurities and she always tried her best to be gentle with them. With you.

“ I’m sorry “ you whispered, lifting your head and looking up at her

“ don’t say sorry to me. Apologise to yourself. I love your body. You need to take care of it. It carries you around, it protects you, it heals you. It makes you… you. Yeah? I love you. I want to be here with you. Just as you are. Okay? “ you were crying again but she assumed it was from her words this time. You leaned up and kissed her, savouring how sweet she was. Inside and out.

Translations: - correct me if any are wrong I’m trusting Google

Estás hermosa- you are beautiful

Mi amor- my love

Princessa- princess

Puta madré- motherfucker

Eres perfecto- you are perfect

Habibti- my love

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pedroshotwifey · 2 months

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A Real Man Frankie Morales x plus size!fem!reader - Frankie has you sit on his face. (1.2k)

Fucking Mine Dave York x fem!reader - You help Dave get out some frustrations. (839)

One Condition Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect) - You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition. (4.9k)

Cramped Innocent!Din Djarin x GN!reader - As you tried to explain, the two of you really don't fit in the cockpit. (927)

Bargian Javier Peña x male!reader - You and Javi play through one of your scandalous fantasies (2.1k)

Salty Sweet Javier Peña x fem!reader - Javi eats you out on your birthday---with a deliciously kinky twist (1.3k)

Better Ezra x f!reader - You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime. (2k)

Good 'n' Deep Fat!Frankie Morales x f!reader - Fat Frankie can't be sated. (2.6k)

What Matters Older Joel Miller x f!reader - Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more. (1.9k)

Needy Sub!Frankie Morales x dom!f!reader - Frankie gives you control for the night and you make sure he gets the most out of it. (1.6k)

Tease Sub!Dieter Bravo x sub!GN!reader x dom!Dave York - You and Dieter think it's fun to tease Dave, and Dave thinks he should teach you both a lesson for it. (2.4k)

Toeing the Line fwb!Marcus Pike x f!reader - Can you really just be "friends"? (740)

Song fic requests:

Haunted QZ!Joel Miller x afab!reader - Haunted by Beyonce

Requested Drabbles

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I am also willing to write for JDM characters (love me some Negan 🤭) , Oscar Isaac characters, Cassian Andor, and Rick Grimes! Feel free to suggest a different character and I’ll see what I can do! ❤️

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anjaelle · 2 years

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All protagonists are black! Please be sure to read content warnings before proceeding. As always my inbox is open for any questions/suggestions. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in an update.

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Key: * - Ongoing Series; ** - Smut

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Aaron Taylor Johnson

White Light* -- Ghost Romance, ATJ x Reader

Dave Lizewski One-Shots -- Mostly college/adult Dave. Tangerine One-Shots -- Standard warnings for drugs, smut, and violence. Count Vronsky x Socialite!Reader (Request) WIP: Bubblegum Bitch -- Dave Lizewski x Bimbo!Reader WIP: The Craft of the Muse -- Writer!ATJ x Singer! OFC

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Chris Evans (No longer writing for)

Koala-ing -- Fluff/Comfort, CE x Plus-Sized!Reader

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Danny Ramirez

Warped*: Part I, Part II -- Jake Seresin x Reader x Mickey Garcia

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Dev Patel

Wildflower -- Prince!Dev x Witch!OFC

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Glen Powell

Warped*: Part I, Part II -- Jake Seresin x Reader x Mickey Garcia

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Henry Cavill

Flora -- Meetcute, Writer!HC x Reader

Heavy Weight -- Hurt/Comfort, Boxer!August Walker x Reader

Undone** -- Vampire!HC x OFC (Note: Henry's character is called James, but it IS HC.)

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Jon Bernthal

The Girlfriend Experience** -- Frank Castle x OFC

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Oscar Isaac

The Next Great American Epic** -- Professor!Oscar x Reader

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**Fic Recs**

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chaithetics · 24 days

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'A Most Violent Year' has just dropped on Netflix in my country, so in honour of that, LET ME COOK... Abel Morales fanfic with a plus size reader! Abel Morales being an absolute SIMP in that little turtle neck!

Do the people want this? I am thirsting over Oscar Isaac more and more each day, I fear.

#oscar isaac i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you #you continue to bewitch me body and soul #oscar isaac fandom #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fanfiction #abel morales #abel morales x reader #abel morales x plus size reader #oscar isaac x plus size reader #plus size reader #plus size fanfiction #plus size fanfic #a most violent year

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

RULES

IN All MY FICS THE READER USES SHE/HER PRONOUNS

JOHNNY DEPP

INSTAGRAM AU

Johnny Depp Instagram au #1

Johnny Depp social media au#2

Johnny Depp Instagram au #3

Johnny Depp Instagram au #4

HEADCANON

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

But he's me

summary:Johnny gets jealous when you say Captain Jack Sparrow is maybe a better kisser than him

Mine. Only mine

(SMUT)

summary: when one editor of your upcomming erotica novel is being overly flirtatious with you, it makes Johnny fuck you in the washroom

Unconditionally || Johnny Depp X plus!size!reader

summary: Johnny x reader with an age gap?

Meant to be || Johnny Depp x model!reader

summary: when model!reader is sad that Johnny can't come to her show at the Carrousel du Louvre, her gang and Johnny has a way to cheer her up

To be with you

(SMUT)

summary: They used to be best friends, but they lost touch after he married, mostly because his wife didn’t want him to be near her and reader didn’t like her either (she saw her true colours but knew Johnny wouldn’t listen). After his divorce he tries to find her and resume their friendship, although both of them are deeply in love with each other, neither of them act on it (she especially because she’s very different from the women he usually dates). One night, he appears in front of her door and they catch up, and passionate love ensues

Hair Love

summary: imagine having tough luck with your hair but fortunately, Johnny's there to rescue

Lifeline

summary: when Johnny is slowly loosing hope, you remind him you're there for him

Yellow

summary: Johnny had a nightmare :(

Baths and Care

summary: you help Johnny rewind after a hard day by running him a bath :)

Surprise puppies

summary: your dog, Daisy, is unexpectedly pregnant.

(?) Johnny Depp

(SMUT)

summary: dominate smut where they go multiple rounds

KEANU REEVES

Take care of you

summary: you're on your period and Keanu's there to help you through it

Pregnancy Hormones || husband!Keanu Reeves x pregnant!wife!reader

summary: your hormones are acting up

Prom Date || Tommy Warneki x reader

FLYING/DREAM TO BELIEVE (1986)

summary: even if your bullies, Leah and Stacy, try to ruin your prom night with Tommy, they can't cuz Tommy's here :)

JOHN WICK

Midnight Love

summary: when John keeps on comparing you to Helen, you burst

OSCAR ISAAC

ONE-SHOTS

Professor, please || professor!Oscar x student!reader

(SMUT)

summary: when your history professor sees you're falling behind in classes he has a way to punish you

Familia • husband!dad!Oscar x wife!mother!reader

summary: your husband and your six months old daughter crashes your meet and greet with a surprise visit during your tour :>

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

INSTAGRAM AU

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #1

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #2

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #3

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #4

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #5

Timothée Chalamet Instagram au #6

HEADCANON

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

Birdhouse

summary: you and Timmy make a birdhouse together

Hope you're happy, but don't be happier

summary: Timothée did what you thought he'd never do. He cheated.

Movies and Cuddle nights

summary: Timmy being clingy after reader comes home from a day out with Saorise and Zendaya

No scars to your beautiful • Timothée x chubby/plus size reader

summary: after a dinner with your family made you eat lesser and lesser. Timothée being the protective and supportive boyfriend he is, he has to take the matter in his own hands.

Notice me

summary: fic based on the song Notice me by ROLEMODEL and BENEE

Flower Fields

summary: Timmy takes you to a flower field where you make him a flower crown

TOM HIDDLESTON

INSTAGRAM AU

Tom Hiddleston Instagram au #1

HEADCANONS

Valentine's with him

ONE-SHOTS

Happy birthday, my love

(SMUT)

summary: you give Tom a bj on his birthday

Stuffie Shopping || daddy!Tom X little!reader

(dd/lg themes)

summary: daddy!Tom takes you to buy some new stuffies

Cuddles please

summary: a very tired Tom needs his daily dose of cuddles from his darling girl

Our dreams • Tom x wife!pregnant!reader

summary: your dreams of having little Tom's and you's running around, are coming to be

The Night We Met

summary: the night we met. Quite literally.

Christmas trees

summary: you two decide what type of Christmas tree to get

Christmas carols

summary: Tom sings carols to see a smile on your lips

Pets can help!

summary: your two canine friends help you and Tom make up after your break up

Funfairs

summary: you both went to a funfair and had fun. Honestly that's all I could sum up

THOMAS BRODIE-SANGSTER

INSTAGRAM AU

Thomas Brodie-Sangster Instagram au #1

Fc: Demet Ozdemir

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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July 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, the batman, the amazing spider man, bridgerton, oscar isaac, charlie hunnam, the originals / tvd, & misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Jake Lockley

Six Stops by @lcvenderblues (gn!reader)

Love in Bloom, & Sunday Kind of Love by @egcdeath

✨ Marc Spector

Happy Birthday by @writingforcurrentobsessions

✨ Steven Grant

Spirals And Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (artist!steven) (tattooed!f!reader) **

Tilt, Shift, & Balance by @the-little-ewok (steven x f!reader, marc x f!reader) **

Who Wouldn’t Want That? & Darling, I Fancy You by @yespolkadotkitty (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Clarity by @ezrasbirdie (dentist!ezra universe) (f!reader) **

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Where the Foxglove Grows by @mandoblowmybackout (plus size, neurodivergent, f!reader)

✨ Jack (Agent Whiskey) Daniels

Tangled Up (series) by @writeforfandoms (dragon rancher au) (f!reader)

✨ Marcus Pike

Desperado by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Yes, I do? by @toomanystoriessolittletime (modern au) (escort!oberyn) (f!reader)

✨ Pero Tovar

Full Moon Confessions by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

Risk by @forever-rogue (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy mention) **

✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)

The Painting by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

Euclidean Geometry by @leslie-lyman (modern au) (poly!relationship) (f!reader) **

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

Beautiful Distraction by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton (Benedict Bridgerton)

Truth Unseen by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)

✨ Bud Cooper (Oscar Isaac, Suburbicon 2017)

A Softer Side by @leiakenobi (f!reader) **

✨ Clash of the Titans (Draco, Mads Mikkelsen)

Of Gods and Men (series) by @KrystalFlare on fanfiction.net (draco x goddess oc) **

✨ Cobra Kai (Johnny Lawrence)

Challenger by @SecretSecret on ao3 (f!reader) **

✨ Duke Leto Atreides (Oscar Isaac, Dune)

The Sun on Your Skin by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader) (touch starved reader)

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Safe With You by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

Under the Cherry Blossom Trees by @flightlessangelwings (fluff, angst) (gn!reader)

✨ John Watson (Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows)

The Doctor Is In by @cinewhore (black!f!reader) **

✨ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x klaus mikaelson, elena x elijah mikaelson, elena x kol mikaelson) **

The Artist (series) (a choose your own outcome story) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (f!reader)

Bienvenue (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (klaus mikaelson x ofc) (kol mikaelson x ofc) (elijah mikaelson & ofc) **

Endlessly Enough (series) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (damon salvatore x f!reader)

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus centric universe (series) by @artemiseamoon (bonnie bennett x klaus mikaleson) **

✨ Raymond Smith (Charlie Hunnam, The Gentlemen)

Right Hand Woman by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Rick Flag (DC, Joel Kinnaman)

Motivation by @loverhymeswith (f!reader)

✨ Roswell New Mexico (2019) (Alex Manes x Micheal Guerin)

here everyone knows (you’re the way to my heart) by @catchingpapermoons on ao3 (malex) **

** be sure to check out part one for star wars, the mandalorian, kenobi, rogue one, & triple frontier fic recs 📖

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wriitingwoes79 · 11 months

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Naughty Neighbors

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Y/N

Summary: You and Miguel are neighbors in an apartment in Nueva York. There’s a mutual not-so-quiet dislike for each other despite your best efforts to make nice, but it seems the both of you are reaching a breaking point.

Content Warning: a hint of dub-con, mention of masturbation/sex toys, thigh riding, dirty talk, exhibitionism

WC: ~1.2k

AN: this is BARELY edited, but thank my bestie @whaddayadothatfor for helping me out with this! Go check out her Miguel O’Hara and JJK fics <3

MDNI!!!

Miguel O’Hara had to be the worst neighbor in the history of neighbors.

 But as terrible as he was, that didn’t stop you from rocking your hips back and forth so that your clit and pussy slickly slid over the length of his generously sized and veined dick as he pressed you hard against the walls of the hallway.

 *before the ‘incident’*

 Miguel made it his life’s work to be absolutely insufferable. He was rude, constantly making racket and always seemed to be around at the worst time.

 You had had trouble sleeping lately, so you did what any newly single gal with frustrations up to your knees would do: pull out the vibrator and go to work. In all honesty though, you’d had to use it even when you weren’t single too.

 You used it more than you’d liked to admit—so much in fact that it needed new batteries and died mid act just as you could hear Miguel rumbling around on his side of the wall. As a result, you couldn’t sleep.

 It had ended up setting the tone for the day: waking up too late, cursing over frizzy hair, spilling your coffee on the subway and eventually being berated at work by your boss over a deadline. It didn’t help that your boyfriend had been avoiding you for the past few days after declaring the two of you “take a break”.

 You ordered takeout from a place down the street after returning home and changed into comfortable clothes to wear around the house and figured while you waited you might as well go check your mail.

 You went through your mail slot in the lobby of the apartment building, finding Miguel’s among yours. You tried his slot only to find it was locked, of course, and sighed.

 You would have to talk to him.  

For anyone else, that wouldn’t have been a problem. You were friendly with everyone on the floor—minus Miguel. He was rude, aloof, and often met you with silence when you tried your friendly neighbor tactics. Even when you first moved in and brought over a tray of muffins, he’d declined and slammed the door in your face hard enough the knocker rattled.

 He wasn’t your enemy or anything silly like that. No, he was just a fucking douche bag. And there were plenty of those in this building and in this goddamn city, anyways.

 Still, determined to be the better person (either to a fault or out of spite), you knocked on his door. You could hear the shuffling and heavy footsteps even through the door, and a sigh sounded between it before it swung open.

 Oh, fuck.

 Unfortunately, there was always a nagging thought in your mind when Miguel crossed it—he was undeniably attractive. It made it that much more frustrating that he was rude and so cold to you.

 Today was no fucking better.

 He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest as his dark eyes scanned over your form. They widened slightly as they took in your cropped tank top and fuzzy pajama shorts that did little to cover your generous assets but they snapped back up to your eyes when you shook the mail lightly in front of him.

 “Hey neighbor,” you said in a slight sing-song voice. “I have some of your mail. It got mixed in with mine again.” You hold out the mail and he looks down at it.

 “I don’t need it.”

 You paused, brows furrowing. God, he was frustrating.

 “You don’t need your mail?” You asked incredulously. “It’s literally bills. One of these is the electric and gas company! What do you mean you don’t need them?”

 “You snooping through my mail now, Y/L/N?” His gruff voice is a near purr as he says your last name and you huff in annoyance.

 “Of course not, that would be illegal,” you retort, stressing the syllables of “illegal”. “Just like how it should be illegal to be that terrible of a next door neighbor.” Miguel laughed coldly, the muscles on his chest and biceps pushing through his white tee. The grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips did little to keep your imagination in check and you backed away, still holding out the mail.

 “I’m the terrible neighbor? You think I like listening to what happens on your side of the wall?”

 Your mouth gaped open in shock.

 “What do I even do?”

 “You think I don’t have to deal with the shit I have to hear on your side?” He leaned in dangerously close, his lips tilted up in a mocking sneer.

 “Like what?” You pressed, crossing your arms over the flimsy tank top you wore.

 “The arguments between you and your boyfriend, the noises you make in the morning….the noises you make at night.”

 “What noises?” Your cheeks were already starting to feel hot as he bent down to lean closer, his arms still crossed.

 “The noises you don’t think anyone hears,” he says quietly, his voice rough and rumbling in the air between the two of you. “I hear everything through that wall. And I’m surprised that little toy of yours last night had any juice left.”

 You acted before any actual thought could cross your mind and the next thing you knew— your hand was stinging and Miguel’s sculpted face was red on his right cheek.

 “I…I’m sorry,” you squeaked out, cradling your hand. You backed from his door, the letters falling to the floor. Perhaps if you ran fast enough you could just make a quick getaway. Miguel’s eyes blinked before narrowing, now dark as his pupils widened.

“Don’t try and run off now.”

***

 “You think I’m gonna sit idly by while you disrespect me like that?” Miguel’s voice was gravelly and deep, his hands gripping both the front of your thighs and your breasts now pulled from the flimsy tank top as his own hips pushed hard and slow against your ass.

 Over and over, the length and head of his dick caught your clit and rubbed dangerously to the point of indescribable pleasure. You hadn’t felt like this in so long.

 You hadn’t been touched like this in so long, you were desperate to cum. Desperate to do anything he wanted if it meant you could cum.

 “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Miguel remarked, sighing as he nuzzled into your neck, his canines teasing on your sensitive skin. “Deep down this is want you wanted, huh?”

 “P-please,” you stammered, unable to form any coherent thought as the wet sounds began to echo in the hallway. You moaned as every muscle in your body began to tense up from a building orgasm.

 “What would the neighbors think if they caught you out here like this?" Miguel taunted. "What a naughty little neighbor you are."

 "I'm n...I'm not--"   The ding of the elevator down the hall interrupted the both of you, and in a flash, Miguel had pulled your tank top and shorts back up over your exposed parts, tucking his dick back into the waist band of his sweatpants. Before you could even turn around to say anything to him he'd slammed his door closed, the forgotten mail littered all over the ground.   The worst neighbor, you seethed.

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absolutelyferal · 2 years

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Sweet Treat

Steven Grant x PlusSize!F!Reader

18+ MDNI, Please!

Warnings: Smutty, smut, smut, you know why you’re here. Insomnia; SMUT. I shouldn’t have to warn ya’ll about that, but I shall. If you also just want that perfect, perfect man on his knees and between your legs and then railing you afterwards, here you go! Feeling insecure also and Steven makes sure you feel comfortable and beautiful. Unprotected sex, and a slight hint of foot worship? I’m not good at warnings, so, read at your own risk!

Summary-ish: The end of a long shift leaves you wide awake and stressed for what tomorrow will bring. When you decide to visit your insomniac neighbor in hopes to put your mind at ease with his kind words, it ends up being a little more than just sharing some chocolates…

Y’all, this is my very first smut post to Tumblr. I’m hella nervous. But I ADORE writing smut for our silly little y/n, so here you go! Please, give feedback! If I upset anyone at all, let me know! As a person with mental health issues, including insomnia, I think I did pretty well? Idk. I’m also ✨plus size✨ so yes, majority of my posts will be with a PlusSize!Reader because frankly I don’t see enough of them around here. I also didn’t edit this very well, so I hope you enjoy it anyway!

P.S. sorry for the wait! I’ve been super sick, but I wanted to make sure I did the best I could and here it is! Finally! :)

As the old elevator comes to a stop on your floor, you startle. It was a long shift at your place of work and all you really need right now is a break. This week has been absolute hell on earth. Your boss overworking you, coworkers ganging up against you to bury you in a deeper hole of unfinished files and stress.

You step into the hall, heels clicking as you make your way slowly to your apartment. Basically dragging your bag behind you, you unlock your door and step inside and head right to shower and bed.

Almost completely sure you’ll pass out as soon as you lay down, but come to find an hour later you’re still wide awake and staring helplessly at the ceiling. No amount of work will cure your insomnia apparently.

With a yawn, you decide it’s only right to stand, pull on a hoodie over your tank top and shorts, and head to leave, barefoot because you’re just going across the hall. A last second decision leads you to grabbing a box of chocolates on your way out you have yet to devour.

“Steven?” You call out quietly, knocking on your neighbor’s door. It’s quiet for a moment and you almost think he’s asleep for once, but small shuffling tells you he is, in fact, awake.

“Hiya, Love.” Steven greets you with his perfect, messy brown curls. You smile back, holding up the chocolates.

“I can’t sleep.” You tell him.

“Come in, then.” He says, stepping to the side. You lower your head shyly, stepping past him and immediately heading to greet your favorite fish, Gus.

“Hello, handsome.” You whisper. The round eyes look back into yours for a moment before swimming away. Oh, to be a pet of Steven Grants. “You spoil him, Steven.” You say airly, wondering why you wish you were that fish at the moment. To be loved and cherished by the man now at your side.

“It’s the least I can do for keeping him trapped in here.” Steven tells you, looking to Gus.

“Gus is a good fish.” You say with a nod. “Good boy.” You add, leaning forward slightly towards the tank.

You catch Steven’s reflection in the tank, watching you look at the one-finned-wonder. His white t-shirt hugs his defined chest, showing his toned arms. You can’t help your gaze dropping down to the grey sweat pants he’s sporting. Biting your lip, you hurriedly busy yourself by walking to the kitchen and putting on the kettle for hot chocolate to accompany the chocolates.

“So, you just had some chocolates lying around your flat?” Steven asks, picking up the red box and turning it over in his hands. You shift a bit at the stove, watching his digits slide across the box as he reads the treats available inside.

“It was from a date last week, but he was a dirtbag so… Better to share this with someone I actually like then sit alone in my flat…”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating a box chocolates alone.” Steven assures you with those puppy dog eyes. You smile and look to the kettle, seeing it’s slowly coming to a boil.

“Not like I need any more chocolate anyway.” You mumble, running a hand over your hair.

“The flapjack that got you these and hurt your feelings doesn’t deserve you.” Steven states with so much confidence you almost don’t believe those words come from him. Looking over, you see Steven is distracted by looking at the box. You wonder what’s so interesting, but brush it off and go back to staring down the kettle.

“I think he was just stressed. Seems to be my theme lately. Can’t really blame him for getting snappy.” You say with a shrug. “I know I’ve been so stressed lately I feel like getting snappy at people too, but I wouldn’t towards someone who doesn’t deserve it… on purpose anyway. It’s like I’m so stressed I feel like my mind can’t keep up with my actions.”

“I understand that.” Steven says, walking into the kitchen having left the chocolates on his book covered table. “Pardon me, Love.” He says gently, putting a hand on your waist to coax you out of his way to reach the cupboard you wandered in front of.

Your breath hitches at the contact, and you step back out his touch. Your eyes drop down to the top of his sweats as he reaches up, shirt lifting just enough to expose the a groomed happy trail that disappears under the band. A blush tints your cheeks and you walk away entirely, pulling the hot chocolate mix down from on top of the fridge.

You two seem to do this a few times a week. Have a treat, drink hot chocolate, and vent to each other. Steven has always been there for you. When you and your colleague were fighting, he gave you wonderful advice and comforted you. When you had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep, he helped you forget about it and sent you back to bed. You didn’t have another nightmare the rest of the week.

It’s not all just him helping you though. Steven loves your company. He has always told you his door is always open and to please visit him whenever you feel it. You’ve helped him combat his sleep walking, as he calls it, and gave him the advice of the tape over the door to bring him some comfort knowing he didn’t leave his apartment. The ankle chain, that’s all him though. You said it was unnecessary, but he says it helps him sleep. The sand? Every time you visit you sweep his apartment clean of it, but it just appears the next day like he’s purposely leaving piles of it everywhere to keep you in his presence longer.

He never asks anything of you, but it’s in your nature. Even now as he starts complaining while you take mugs he grabbed from his hands.

“I can help, you know.” Steven tells you, helplessly watching you scoop the mix into the mugs.

“It’s fine.” You wave a hand, grabbing the milk and pouring some in. “Are we out of marshmallows?” You ask, seeing there’s none on top of the fridge.

When Steven doesn’t reply, you face him and see his eyes wide and almost glowing. He looks shocked, but a happy shocked as he stares at you. The kettle whistling brings you out of the trance he caught you in, and you go back to finishing the hot chocolate.

“I’ll get some tomorrow.” Steven says. You glance at him with a small smile.

“I like the chocolate filled ones. Remember those?” You ask, bringing the hot mugs to the table you sit with him at. Books stacked to the side to make room for your drinks and box of chocolate now open and set between you both.

“I do, yeah. They were quite good. Do you remember the sour ones?” He asks. You laugh and he smiles wider watching you do so.

“I don’t know how anyone thought it was a good idea to make sour marshmallows!“ You reply, picking up a caramel filled chocolate. “One day we will find the perfect marshmallow.”

“Indeed. Cheers, Love.” Steven holds up his mug and you clink them together, careful not to spill any. A sip tells you it’s still hot, but absolutely delish as usual. Sweet and chocolatey, it leaves a warm trail down the back of your throat as you hum and set it down.

“Thank you for putting up with me so much. I know I’ve been coming here a lot lately. I don’t want to be a bother.” You say before biting into the chocolate you forgot was in your hand. Steven watches you for a moment, then blinks and shakes his head.

“You don’t bother me. I love- I love your company.” He tells you with a genuine, bright smile.

You can’t help but smile back, mouth full of chocolate as your hand slowly gets covered in the half melted treat. You hurriedly shove it in your mouth upon realizing it, and Steven laughs at how worried you got over losing the treat to the warmth of your palm.

“Do you have any other dates lined up?“ Steven asks nonchalantly. You shake your head immediately, recalling you deleted your dating apps and have lost hope looking for love. Who needs it when you have Steven and chocolate, right? Even if he’s just a friend, you wish he was more most times. It feels like Steven is the only man you need your life lately.

“I’m done dating. No one wants anything but a fling. Even this girl at work tried to get me to go home with her. I’m tired of being used and then thrown to the street right after.” You rant, sipping your drink before humming, Steven listening with intent eyes, chewing on his own chocolate piece. “Every time I show up to a date, they act surprised and make the same, retched comment about my weight. Like they didn’t use their eyes and looked at my profile to begin with to see what I look like. I’m too stressed already with work, I don’t need to deal with every man I meet degrading me.”

“I would never degrade you, Love. You’re gorgeous.” Steven says and that makes your cheeks red as you hide behind your mug with a smile. Your stomach flips, hands squeezing the mug as you cross one leg over the other. After a moment of silence, you set the down your drink, squeezing your thighs together and looking at Steven from across the table.

This perfect man has the audacity to suck the chocolate off his fingers right in front of you. Even after saying he would never degrade you, you wonder what that side of Steven is like. So sweet, so kind, but what about when he’s in bed with a woman? Is he kind? Is he gentle? Curiosity gets the best of you as you clear your throat, causing him to look at you with those brown eyes, finger falling from his mouth with a pop.

“Even if I asked you too?” You don’t know where the confidence came from. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep this week, or maybe the sugar high, or maybe just being so stressed you want to find the perfect way to relax. That way, at the moment, is to be with this perfect man and learn about his body. Or maybe, let him learn every curve and freckle on yours.

“Hm?” Steven tilts his head, eyes a bit wide as if he heard your question, but can’t believe you asked it.

“If I asked you to… would you degrade me?” You ask bravely, voice steady and strong as you lean on the table. You bring your fingers to your lips, sucking off the chocolate with direct eye contact. Steven probably was being innocent, just wanting to savor every last drop of the treat, but you? You are teasing him with your every last breath as you bring your bare foot up under the table and rest it gently on his knee.

You watch Steven as he sucks in a breath, looking down like he can’t believe you’re touching him or even looking at him. But he takes a moment and composes himself, looking back to you as you drop your now clean hands to the table and hold your warm mug.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Steven asks. You almost choke on your own spit when he asks you, your turn to be shocked. He’s so soft looking, eyes pouty as ever and head tilted. His curls hang over his forehead and his fingers resting in his lap, locked together.

“Yes.” You breathe out without a second thought.

This is the moment you’ve waited months for, and it’s finally here. To be with him, not just for a conversation, but for more. More than sharing chocolates and pastries. More than venting about the smallest things to stay longer than necessary. This is your moment, and you’re gonna fucking take it.

Steven surprises you then, slowly siding down under the table. He takes your foot in his hand, gently placing a kiss to the top of it before working his way your leg as it rests over his shoulder. You push the chair back, wanting to see what he could be up to. Your knee bends, foot hanging against his back as Steven sits pretty on his knees between your legs. All for you.

“This is a sight.” You breathe out, watching Steven’s hands run up your thighs and grab your shorts. You lift up a bit, allowing him to pull your shorts and panties down easier. The chair is cold against you bottom as you relax into it, eyes on Steven as he looks up at you.

Pupils blown, brown eyes wide. Your heart is racing, stomach knotting. You feel your pulse through your entire body as his hands run along your thighs before spreading them apart, resting each leg over his shoulder as he does.

Your toes curls when his lips meet your inner thighs. His breath is hot against your skin, tongue even hotter as he licks dangerously close to your entrance, but not quite.

“You’re teasing.” You whisper out, breaths becoming uneven as anticipation gets the best of you. His eyes look up at yours as he sucks a love bite into your inner thigh. You can’t take your eyes off of Steven if you tried with how intently he’s looking up at you, how intimate this moment is.

It’s just the two of you. Rain hitting the windows, lights warm around the apartment. Your quick, faint breaths mixing with the sweet sounds of Steven sucking on your other inner thigh, leaving marks only you two will see.

“Steven, please.” You finally whimper, tired of the teasing. You’re getting antsy and want to feel his tongue where you need it most.

“Hold still.” Steven chuckles as you squirm, making you heat up even more. In the most intimate time you’ve ever spent with Steven, he still manages to give you that dorky smile and lord, it’s a sight to hold.

His smile falters as his eyes drop down, looking directly at your wet, pulsing pussy. He licks his lips, and you nearly faint watching him.

Thats when his eyes look up to yours, and he leans forward agonizingly slowly, before licking a long, rough stipe the length of your already dripping cunt. He stops at your clit, putting it gently between his teeth and sucking. You moan, not being able to keep quiet any longer as your hands drop to his hair, tangling themselves in his curls.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper, wanting more than just his tongue. More than just his face between your legs. You need more.

As if he can read your mind, his fingers glide under your thigh and slide between your lips. You let out a gasp, feeling them push inside of you and curl while he continues to suck on your clit. It’s almost like he’s a pro at this with all the little moans and gasps he’s pulling from you. Like he’s living a double life studying the female anatomy of pleasure. You don’t question it though, not yet. You’re too busy tangling your hands in his hair with your head dipped forward to see the beautiful sight.

“Steven.” You whisper out because it’s all you can manage. His eyes snap up to yours and you tug on his curls. This isn’t what you want. No matter how amazing this feels, you want him to feel this good as well. He deserves it.

Reading your eyes, he slowly sits back taking his fingers out. You let out a short whimper at the loss of contact, and it’s like he almost wants to go back for more, but you drop your feet to the ground and lean down. Taking his hand in yours, you pull him up and lead him to the bed.

Both of you stand at the end, looking at each other. Eyes blown from lust and a small smile pulling at each others lips. Then you’re kissing again, and your tearing the clothes off his back and dropping to your knees.

Steven, Steven… sweet, innocent Steven, he pulls you back up and you give him a questioning look.

“It’s about you tonight, Love.” He tells you. That makes your knees shake at the thought. Never has a man thought about you during sex, only about himself. Then, along comes Steven as he pulls the hoodie and top over your head, leaving you naked in the chill of the apartment.

Your eyes start dancing across his bare chest, and you easily get distracted by the thought of him above you, the chain dangling over your face. You think about how you want to take it into your mouth and suck on it to see his reaction as he fucks you, but before your mind can make these thoughts tumble out of control Steven places a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze to his. It’s the smallest gesture, one not many would think to do. You are naked after all, so, why would he want to see your face? He see’s if every day.

The smallest nod of his head towards the bed leads you to crawling onto it, Steven following, but not before he strips completely and you’re left gawking at him. The only thought running through your head is wanting to taste him, to suck on that big, beautiful cock, but all thoughts leave your mind when he climbs on top of you. Once again getting lost in a kiss, your hands traveling his flexing back and arms as his trail across your breasts.

“Please, Steven.” You whimper into the kiss, wrapping your legs around him as your hand reaches down and grabs just what you desire.

“Oh, fuck…” Steven groans and it’s music to your ears. Never have you heard Steven curse, and now it was you that pulled it out of him? It makes you start to moan at the thought.

Running your thumb over the tip of his cock, you gather up his pre-cum and bring it up to your lips. The fascinating look on Steven’s eyes says it all as you slowly lick your lips and put your thumb in your mouth, tasting him.

“Now this is a sight.” He breathes out, copying your words from earlier. You smile around your thumb before pulling it out, wanting nothing more than to take him in your mouth and feel the strands of cum shoot down your throat, but you refrain. No way you’re going to disrupt what Steven wants, and what he wants by the look in his eyes, is you.

“Fuck me already.” You say, caressing his cheek with your hand. A turn of his head, and you watch him kiss your palm softly. You don’t know what you’re feeling, well, you know. It’s lust. But something more twirls inside. Maybe it’s love? “Please.” You add and that makes Steven smirk. He likes to hear you beg, you note. You’ll remember that.

He leans down then, placing a kiss to your forehead and down to where your pulse beats fast in your neck. He sucks and bites and you definitely can’t take it anymore.

“Steven, please. Please.” You beg, rolling up your hips nearly putting him inside you yourself. Instead, Steven reaches down and pushes himself up the length of your folds. He soaks himself in you, and it makes your eyes flutter when the tip of his cock brushes over your sensitive clit.

With another plea leaving your swollen lips, Steven locks his eyes with yours and pushes himself past your folds and into your pussy. You gasp for air, spreading your legs wider for him to fill you up as much as possible.

Steven groans, loudly, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Starting in the back of his throat, he bites gently onto your shoulder and lets out an almost growl.

“All right?” He asks breathlessly. You bite your lip, too lost in your mind and the feeling to hear his words. When you don’t respond, Steven lifts up to look at your face. He almost looks worried as he watches a tear escape your eye. “Love?” Steven says in question, wanting to know you’re okay.

“Mm.” You smile and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Rolling your hips, he takes it as a signal and start pulling out, only to push right back in.

Steven is slow at first as he moves his lips from yours to your neck, shoulder and back up. A breath leaves your lips when you see the chain, swaying from the movement. Letting your thoughts win, you lift your head and pull the chain in your mouth with your tongue. Steven looks down at you, stuttering just the slightest at the sight. His eyes widen, yours turn to slits full of mischief. Slowly, you tilt your head forward, taking more of the chain into your mouth until your lips meet his neck.

You feel him swallow under your lips, and you hum before sucking to mark him. Wanting him to remember this night, and you do just that as you pull away. Your eyes find Steven’s again as you open your mouth, letting your tongue push out the chain and then your head rests back down into the pillow.

That’s when something like a switch flips as Steven picks up his pace, leaning down and biting across your chest, leaving perfect marks across it. He gets rougher, slamming into you. He pulls moan after moan from your lips and you let him do whatever he wants.

Steven leans back, grabbing your ankle and pushing it up over his shoulder. The new angle lets him push deeper, hitting the perfect spot to leave you a teary eyed, whimpering mess.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper out, hands now clinging onto the blankets under you like it’s your last resort. Your eyes squeeze shut, no longer able to easily hold them open. You feel his lips meet your ankle for a split second before his fingers go back to rub your clit. “Yes.” You cry out, rolling your hips to start to meet his thrusts.

“So good.” Steven groans out, leaving you moaning from his praise. “I want you to cum for me, Love.” He urges, fucking you harder and faster than before.

Your eyes keep fluttering back into your head, nearing your orgasm quickly. Not a single thought is in your mind besides Steven. Steven.

“Steven.” You moan. “I’m…” You can’t even finish that sentence if you tried because you’re left a shuddering, moaning mess. Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering. Your body clenches, holding Steven inside you where he fills you up as he cums as well with a groan and burying himself inside as deep as possible.

After the longest, best orgasm of your life, your left with a cramp in your thigh and panting as Steven lays beside you. You rub your thigh, but Steven takes over and rubs it for you, kneading out the knot formed as you roll your head to look at him. Steven is staring at the ceiling, a beautiful, tired grin on his face as he works your thigh.

“Can I stay here tonight? With you?” You ask softly, your hand reaching up to rub his chest. Steven looks at you, grin faltering when he sees how tired you look.

“Of course, Love.” He says, reaching out and pulling you into his chest. You happily curl up in his arms, sleep tugging at you even though you know you should get up and clean up, but after that? No way are you standing right now and Steven knows it as he kisses the top of your head and lets you fall right asleep in his arms.

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