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I love this one. So, so much.
Dammit, Rafa!
Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader
Word Count: 4.6 K
Warnings: Minors DNI, Very light BDSM, a lil bit of Dom! Rafa and a lot of Sub! Rafa, Rocky Horror Picture Show live Shadow Cast, Oral sex (m, f receiving), slight breeding kink if you blink. drug use (just say no), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).
A/N: This is a combination of an ask from @theatrenerd86 and a lovely anon as seen below. I JUST really read your ask and I think I changed it a little bit. I was so excited for the concept. I hope this is okay. 🥴
Rafael Santiago Casal was stressed out.
You had just the thing.
As soon as you were able to get him out of the bedroom and on the couch after his jetlag, you presented him with the opportunity to make good on the bet he lost at the last friends-who-are family get together.
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♡ cast de lsdln como pensamentos intrusivos ♡
totalmente inspirado no hino das lobas brasileiras que adoram fazer uma caridade 🙏🏼 foi difícil achar letras pra eles pois são todos LINDOS QUE ÓDIO e apostei (tentei) mais em cenários menores, mas espero que gostem! 💛 avisos: linguagem adulta, sexo explícito (masturbação fem. e masc., sexo oral fem. e masc., puxão de cabelo, leve humilhação, tapas, asfixia, penetração vaginal, fetiche por tamanho; não interaja se for menor de idade) e num carro em movimento (não façam!), comportamento obsessivo, menção a acidente, espanhol fajuto, agustín pardella como marido de novo pq eu sou apenas uma mulher 💔 não é necessário conhecer a música para ler <3
enzo vogrincic
nem me preocupo com o tempo / eu sou bonita, é rapidinho
"mas já vai gozar, meu amor?" você pergunta, debochada, e ri da carinha de dó do homem sentado entre tuas pernas.
"nena..." enzo suplica num fio de voz, os olhinhos castanhos sempre tão tranquilos agora molhados e quase transbordando em desespero, a boca já se formando num biquinho atípico para o uruguaio. "porfi..."
"diz," você ordena, dissimulada, enquanto acelera o ritmo da mão que masturba rapidamente teu namorado, focando a polpa do dedão na cabecinha roxa, irada de tesão e coberta de pré-gozo - angustiada por algum alívio. "diz pra mim o que tu quer."
"por favor, eu preciso gozar," o homem volta a implorar, todo o seu tamanho reduzido apenas ao desejo de se desfazer em prazer e à humilhação de precisar fazê-lo tão rápido depois de terem começado e ainda na tua mão. os olhos se perdem no teu rosto e na beleza que tanto o enlouquece mas, mesmo que procurassem, não achariam um pingo de conforto agora. "deixa eu gozar pra você, meu amor."
você ri com vontade. "então goza, vai," começa, usando a mão livre para puxar os cabelos de enzo, sabendo que isso o leva à loucura mais do que qualquer outra coisa, e logo sente o líquido quente te melar a mão, escorrendo para sujar o abdômen e a virilha do namorado, "já que você é fraco e não se aguenta perto de mim," finaliza com gosto, se perdendo nos gemidos nada envergonhados que recebe em troca.
agustín pardella
toda noite ajoelha pra louvar a baddie / não gosto de barba mas, se for tu, mec
"diosa..." ouve a voz abafada do teu marido por entre tuas pernas e sente dificuldade em se concentrar no que ele fala entre selinhos molhados na tua intimidade. "divina..."
agustín nunca te decepciona. pelo contrário; parece sempre ter uma missão de se superar, te surpreender com o quão devoto ele é a você, ao teu corpo, ao teu prazer. já perdeu a conta de quantas noites passou com ele te levando às alturas apenas com a língua e, nessa em específico, de quantas vezes já chegou a elas e voltou.
"agustín..." você choraminga num sussurro, esgotada demais pelo prazer e ao mesmo tempo ainda sedenta por mais, puxando os cabelos do homem e mantendo-o no lugar.
"shhh..." ele te acalma, depositando selares molhadinhos e lambendo a pele maltratadinha da parte interna das tuas coxas por onde a barba já grandinha passou, roçando e queimando tudo; nunca gostou da sensação, mas depois de agustín e da forma como ele te cuida depois, agora é apaixonada pela ardência. "deixa eu te adorar, mi reina."
matías recalt
um garoto estranho à beça pra andar do lado / o meu tesão aumenta muito se ele for otaku / um que corre igual naruto, levantando o braço / um que minha tia fala: vai sumir, 'tá magro
você jura que não sabe qual é a tua.
estava sentada no sofá da sala, tranquilamente mexendo no celular enquanto o namorado assistia a algum episódio de anime que você não se importou muito em acompanhar. o foda foi quando o ouviu gritar com a tv, criticando duramente a decisão de algum personagem que ele tinha julgado como um "boludo, sabe fazer porra nenhuma direito!", e atraiu tua atenção para si. tinha então começado a notar como ele fica ainda mais lindo quando está concentrado nas animações, tão investido, sério, calado uma vez na vida - te deu até arrepios e tem certeza que foram os do tipo sexual.
é por isso que se encontra assim agora, ajoelhada entre as pernas do namorado no chão frio do apartamento, engolindo o pau dele com gosto, de boca cheia, e arranhando as coxas magrinhas de tanto tesão que te transborda.
"caralho, amor," matías suspira com as sobrancelhas franzidinhas, a mão que segura teu cabelo pesando sobre tua cabeça para te empurrar ainda mais o membro teso goela abaixo. "se eu soubesse que o kakashi te deixava safada assim eu tinha ligado a tv antes."
você acerta um tapa na perna do namorado, o amaldiçoando apenas mentalmente, já que a boca continua ocupada; ele não te dá um segundo de paz.
ouve a risada debochada acima de você e revira os olhos, apesar de agradecer mentalmente pela informação, quando ele completa: "não bate não que eu gosto."
esteban kukuriczka
ele ama se eu danço pra ele / fica nervoso falando comigo
você desce do palco onde acabou de finalizar teu show, cobrindo tua figura trajada só de calcinha com um roupão oferecido pelo segurança postado fielmente ao lado da escada e seguindo em direção ao homem alto, loiro e claramente tímido cujo amigo acabou de te contratar para um show particular. nem se importou muito em lembrar o nome do rapaz falante - algo como fernando ou francisco - ou dar muita atenção aos seus flertes rápidos, focando teus olhos no alvo que vai devorar hoje.
"qual seu nome, meu bem?" você pergunta ao se aproximar, estendendo a mão para lhe fazer um carinho nas mechas claras. tem certeza que, se abaixasse os dedos para o peito alheio e checasse, encontraria um pulso mais forte e mais acelerado que a batida da música que acompanha a próxima garota em sua performance; a visão dos teus seios tão próxima do rosto do rapaz com certeza não ajuda e você acha fofo.
"eh... es-esteban," o homem gagueja, te arrancando um sorrisinho, e parece lutar muito para não derreter com teu toque.
"já recebeu uma dança particular antes, es-esteban?" você caçoa, certa de que ele não faria nada; muito pelo contrário, se sentiria intimidado e, nesse ramo, você sabe que quanto mais intimidado um homem, melhor - pode se sentir mais segura e ainda arrancar mais dinheiro dele ao longo da noite. o cliente apenas sinaliza que não com a cabeça, a boca tão cerrada que você realmente acreditaria que um gato comeu a língua dele. "fico feliz de ser sua primeira, então," você se senta em seu colo, de costas, e encaixa as mãos grandes do rapaz na tua cintura, se surpreendendo com o quanto ele já está duro por baixo da calça social.
"obrigado," esteban sussurra, inalando profundamente teu perfume, e, de repente, você percebe que talvez esta não seja só a primeira vez dele recebendo uma dança particular.
é. definitivamente vai brincar com o coração desse homem hoje.
fran romero
touro, sempre que eu acordo, faço omelete / ele me chama de docinho, ele me diverte
você perambula pela cozinha, juntando temperos, ovos e outros complementos pro café da manhã que resolveu fazer de surpresa para o namorado. o cheiro dos omeletes logo toma conta da cozinha e você já sabe que ele é o culpado por estragar tua surpresa quando ouve a voz do namorado se aproximar pelo corredor.
"querida, cheguei!" fran cantarola tão alto que você não consegue evitar a risada.
"shhh! vai acordar os vizinhos!" você reclama, fingindo preocupação, e sente os braços do rapaz circularem tua cintura por trás, te fazendo um carinho por cima da camisa que roubou dele pela manhã e sussurrando um ah, é? vou acordar, é? com o sossego de quem não está nem aí. "e outra, você nem chegou. já 'tava em casa, só veio pra cozinha agora porque é um morto de fome. tinha que ser de touro..."
"eu 'tô com bastante fome mesmo..." fran concorda baixinho, depositando beijinhos no teu pescoço que te dão a certeza do duplo sentido que as palavras do rapaz carregam. "¿y vos, meu docinho? ¿quieres venir también?"
felipe otaño
uber 15 min' pra casa, mas ele quer no caminho / fica olhando pra estrada que a gente passa batido / só toma cuidado pra não me afogar com os seus filhos
conhecendo o namorado, sabe que felipe não deve ter parado de se parabenizar mentalmente até agora. foi ideia dele irem de carro até a festa, passou a noite inteira sem beber uma gota de álcool e fez questão de chamar uber para todos os amigos que lhe pediam carona; tudo isso para ficar sozinho com você, para te ter exatamente assim nesse momento.
"relaxa que eu 'tô de olho na estrada, princesa," pipe te assegura, passando a mão no teu cabelo e tentando se concentrar na visão à frente e não na de baixo, onde você alterna entre chupar deliciosamente a cabecinha do pau do argentino e engolir o membro o mais fundo que consegue na posição desconfortável, se estendendo do banco do passageiro até o colo dele. "a gente vai passar batido pelo posto da pm."
"não é disso que eu 'tô com medo," você para de sugá-lo para rebater, divertida. "você vai é me afogar se gozar tão fundo assim na minha garganta."
pipe ri, a mão que não guia o volante se dirigindo livremente ao teu queixo, por onde ele puxa teu rosto para deixar um selinho amoroso no biquinho formado nos lábios. "pode deixar então que chegando em casa eu te dou nossos filhos onde você quiser."
simón hempe
se me chamar de mami e for malcriado / te deito na cama e te bato / se disser que me ama e ir buscar outra / só toma cuidado, eu te mato
sente a gota de suor te molhando ainda mais no caminho que percorre pela tua espinha, escorrendo da nuca até o final das costas. sente tuas coxas arderem já de tanto tempo cavalgando no moreno, mas sabe que não pode aliviar agora; tem uma missão a cumprir e um ponto a provar.
"tudo isso é ciúmes, mami?" simón ri, te provocando com um sorriso convencido e um aperto sacana na bunda. "tua buceta é gostosinha também, eu ia voltar pra te comer depois."
você acerta um tapa estalado na bochecha do rapaz, descontando toda a tua raiva, e aproveita o momento de surpresa para acelerar o ritmo e sentar com força. não perde a oportunidade de admirar a boca que te dá tanto tesão e tanto estresse se formando num O perfeito de prazer.
"isso é pra aprender a não falar que me ama e depois ir atrás de outra," você o adverte, tentando disfarçar a voz ofegante quando leva as duas mãos ao pescoço do argentino, apertando no ponto certinho para lhe tirar a quantidade ideal de oxigênio. sabe pelo sorriso persistente no rosto dele - e pelas outras experiências de vocês - que ele está curtindo até demais, então ri junto, sarcástica e ácida, antes de completar a ameaça: "cuidado que da próxima eu te mato."
santi vaca narvaja
ele faz tudo por mim, então ele merece / ele é obcecado por essa mulher
sabe que as irides claras te fitam desde o momento em que entrou no quarto. agora, sentada na cama, sente-as queimando tua pele desde o outro lado do muro que separa as propriedades, desde trás dos vidros das janelas que espelham seus respectivos cômodos: o teu quarto e o de santiago, o vizinho loirinho com quem cresceu, a quem conhece desde que eram crianças.
sempre soube da quedinha do rapaz, mas só a percebeu se intensificar nos últimos anos, quando o contato de santi com outras pessoas diminuía ao passo que ele se aproximava de você e o número de pretendentes teus que se afastavam sem explicação aumentava. fora todas as vezes que pessoas que te machucavam surgiam com hematomas e olhos inchados pelas ruas da cidade, ou todas as vezes que você instalava cortinas no quarto para acordar no meio da noite sem a proteção delas e com a janela completamente escancarada, ou até as vezes que comentava que estava precisando de algo e no dia seguinte encontrava o presente perfeitamente embrulhado em cima da cama.
hoje, porém, foi a gota d'água para tua cegueira. havia comentado com apenas uma pessoa o quanto estava chateada pela nota baixa que havia recebido em um trabalho da faculdade; em menos de 24h, recebeu a notícia de que o professor responsável pela matéria havia se envolvido num acidente de trânsito, o colocando no hospital e atrasando as aulas de maneira que, com toda a certeza, ofereceria aos alunos trabalhos de reposição e mais oportunidades de aumentarem suas notas. suas desconfianças sobre o culpado foram confirmadas assim que virou a esquina da rua de casa, se deparando com o carro de santi, geralmente muito bem cuidado e guardado dentro da garagem, exposto na rua, exibindo uma frente completamente amassada.
agora você seca as lágrimas do teu rosto, finalmente levantando a mirada para encontrar os olhinhos azuis que te filmam - sempre, incansavelmente - de volta com curiosidade, anseio, antecipação. agora você sabe que ele te ama de verdade.
levanta a bainha do vestido florido que te cobre, revelando a calcinha de renda que usa por baixo - já muito bem conhecida por santiago - e leva a mão hesitantemente ao tecido, puxando-o para o lado e revelando tua intimidade úmida quando percebe o rapaz acenar desesperadamente com a cabeça, te incentivando a continuar com os olhinhos azuis vidrificados, fixados em você.
o vê puxar o membro já completamente duro de dentro da calça na hora em que você afunda dois dedinhos na tua entradinha, completamente em sincronia e vidrados um no outro, e nem mesmo a distância das janelas te impede de ouvir o gemido que soltam em uníssono.
agustín della corte
ou um bem grande e forte, L444 / eu não ligo pra aparência, só pra energia / quero um bofe agradecido por entrar na minha
"mais rápido, amor," você geme, arrastando o final da frase de tanto desejo sobrecarregando teu cérebro, as estocadas que recebe sentada na bancada da cozinha completamente nublando teus pensamentos. "mais forte."
"mais forte?" teu namorado confirma, já sem fôlego, "é?"
você só balança a cabeça em sinal positivo, incapaz de dar mais de algumas palavras a ele por vez, quando é acordada das profundezas do teu prazer de repente, se assustando quando agustín te pega no colo. ele apoia todo o teu peso sobre as próprias pernas e te segura pelas dobras dos joelhos, completamente em pé, tirando vantagem da nova posição para acelerar as investidas que dá com os quadris contra os teus.
"agustín!" você ri, não sabe se mais por diversão ou por incredulidade, e acaba deixando mais um gemido escapar junto. "muito obrigada por fazer academia, viu?"
agustín ri de volta, aumentando ainda mais o teu tesão quando responde: "eu que te agradeço por ser meu treininho particular, vida."
rafael federman
ele fica inseguro com homens bonitos / mas eu só quero dar pra ele / o outro é bonito, mas é meu amigo / vida, vem matar minha sede
pensaria que consegue sentir o corpo do rapaz à tua frente se tremendo inteirinho se não estivesse tão distraída com a música alta vinda de fora do banheiro e anestesiada pelas bebidas que consumiu mais cedo.
"achei que você fosse ficar com o seu namorado," rafa confessa baixinho e você ri soprado contra o pescoço dele, não parando de deixar beijinhos ali, achando graça da honestidade e insegurança do argentino.
sinceramente? fofo. exatamente o tipo de homem que você adora devorar.
"ele é só meu amigo," você responde, "além do mais, tu é muito mais bonito," levanta a camisa do rapaz e joga por cima da parede divisória da cabine onde estão espremidos, bebendo vorazmente a imagem do torso nu de cima a baixo com os olhos, "e gostoso."
rafael cora e você entende como a deixa para dar o bote.
"vem matar minha sede, vem," você pede com a voz mais baixa, como se fosse um segredinho entre vocês, as mãos puxando o cinto do rapaz tentadoramente, e rafael agradece por ainda conseguir te ouvir por cima da música alta, "eu ando sedenta por leite de homem."
masterlist principal | masterlist de lsdln
#la sociedad de la nieve#lsdln#lsdln cast#lsdln x reader#lsdln smut#enzo vogrincic#matias recalt#matías recalt#agustin pardella#agustín pardella#esteban kukuriczka#fran romero#francisco romero#felipe otaño#pipe otaño#simón hempe#simon hempe#santi vaca narvaja#santiago vaca narvaja#agustin della corte#agustín della corte#rafael federman#rafa federman#mari.doc#off o kakashi me deixa safada bem assim mesmo o matias as vezes ele sabe oq fala (as vezes)#qualquer oportunidade de falar do pardella maridão: a eu: 💥💥💥💥#Spotify
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Como eles reagiriam a loba com fetiche em enforcamento?
kd a gangue do tesao em maozona? 📢 vou tentar separar em grupos igual fiz com o do menage.
Felipe, Rafa, Valentino e Rocco seriam do tipo que quando vocês estão no meio do sexo e você pegasse a maozona deles para fechar ao redor do pescoço ou dizer: me enforca😵 toda burrinha de pica, eles iam ficar meio que com peninha ou medo de fazer errado e acabar te machucando (assim que é bom😛🤘), então eles iriam agarrar seus pescoço fraquinho, mas quando vc aperta seus dedos ao redor dos deles, iriam entender que vc aguenta sim eles colocando força, porém tentam compensar com elogios o que estão fazendo. (eles AMAM ver a marca que ficou depois no aftercare)
Enzo, Simon e Fernando são tão canalhas que você nem precisa pedir hehe. Quando vc geme mais alto ao sentir eles te segurando pelo pescoço enquanto estão te enchendo de pica, chega os olhos deles brilham quando te veem ficar louquinha pedindo mais, apertam mais ainda até a visão ficar embaçada e ficam te xingando de puta safada e outros nomes😍👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 além disso, acho mt que também gostam que você enforque eles okayyyy🫂 vc sentando neles devagarinho e levando a mão pra apertar o pescoço grosso e veiudo💥💥💥
Esteban acho que é o meio termo desses dois primeiros grupos! Nos dias que ele te fode com mais calma só segura o teu pescoço, acariciando e apertando de leve. MASSS nos dias que ele está o cão, se segurem irmãs, porque ele vai te maltratar e te fode segurando o seu pescoço com a mão giga quase agarrando a circunferência inteira💥💥💥 não gosta mt que enforque ele i think mas adora quando vc passa as unhas pela pele sensível🥱
Fran e Matías, nossos homens meio lésbicos, adoram te sacanear! O fran gosta de te foder num papai e mamãe segurando teu pescoço com força, apertando até te ver ficar meio zonza demais e também adora que você enforque ele💦 Matías quando descobre isso, irmãs, fica louquinho já pensando no tanto que ele pode te atazanar. As vezes vocês só estão se beijando em público e ele aperta seus pescoço falando no seu ouvido para vc não gozar 🙄🙄🙄🖕🖕 e na hora do sexo realmente gosta de te maltratar apertando até sua cabeça ficar levinha e os dedos ficarem marcados, não admite mas uma vez que você enforcou ele enquanto quicava ele quase queimou a largada🥱 ele ama que você é tão safada que gosta dessas coisas👏🩷👏 todos amam
#lsdln smut#lsdln cast#felipe otaño#pipe otaño#enzo vogrincic x reader#lsdln x reader#enzo vogrincic#fernando contigiani#valentino alonso#rafa federman#fran romero#esteban kukuriczka#rocco posca#símon Hempe#ask 🍒
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I can't stop thinking about this handshake !!! (X)
#grigor dimitrov#roger federer#laver cup#it takes me back to that one fedal fic where roger gets jealous of rafa and grigor#and super hot smut ensues#and now I need another fic like that
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Ok so I’ve not seen narcos Mexico which is basically a sin at this point but I am obsessed with Rafa!!! So he’s obviously such a soft sweet lil baby boy so I was thinking what if he met a woman who was strong and sassy and also into *cough cough* gardening *cough* and he just melts for her but she’s a hard to get maybe cos they’re rivals and she has a reputation to uphold being a strong independent woman ??? Maybe some smut with them giving into the attraction ??? Idk I’m just excited I want to keep requesting stuff cos I love your writing. Also I think the power dynamic would be such a twist cos tenoch/namor just scream daddy to me but Rafa screams soft sub baby with a big old praise kink amongst other kinks 😂
Oh rafa is our baby and definitely wants to be used.
Summary: Rafa loved women. Rafa loved weed. Now he found a woman who loves weed just like he does. And he is immediately down bad
disclaimer: I smoke, I have no idea how it's grown. so I'm making shit up.
drug use, fluff, smut.
"Comportarse," Felix shot at Rafa as the door to his office opened. Rafa smirked at him and lit his blunt. Felix had said he was meeting with a supplier who insisted on being seen. Rafa was certain who ever this pendejo was, that their weed couldn't hold a candle to his, but he had shown up because Felix had asked. But if the guy said the wrong thing then he'd shoot him, but Felix didn't need to know that.
When the first man walked through the door, Felix stood to shake his hand but he refused, "Yo no soy el que estás esperando. Es ella."
The henchman stepped aside as the real guest arrived. Rafa and Felix watched you walk in the door. Felix schooled his surprise and greeted you cordially. Rafa on the other hand was instantaneously smitten. You weren't dressed to the nines like Sofia and her like. Instead you wore jeans that hugged your curves, worn in boots, and a loose button down that had the sleeves rolled up. You hair was braided back but had little bits of frizz from the humidity. You were beautiful.
Rafa didn't hear a word as you and Felix talked. He was wondering why Felix hadn't introduced him. He was wondering why you were ignoring him, you hadn't even spared him a glance. The narco heard the words "Es una nueva variedad de marihuana."
That wasn't possible, no one had made a new strain except him, at least there in Mexico. Felix looked angry, not used to a woman being so frank and aggressive with him. You slammed a paper on the table, pointing out numbers that Rafa didn't care to understand.
"The system you built is a monopoly! You ruined the livelihood of my field, pendejo. No one will work with me because you supposedly have the best in the market. But mine is better," You screeched at the slick leader.
"You're pretty confident for such an insolent witch," Felix shot back, he pointed at Rafa, "His work is better than anyone's and I bet my life and this entire business on that. You can't compete so don't try."
Rafa's eyes were wide when you turned and glared at him. You whipped your head back to Felix, "What this joto? I'm supposed to believe he has any smarts in that rat's nest of hair?"
For some reason that set Felix off and he stood and raised his hand to slap her. Rafa moved on instinct, pointing his gun and cocking it at Felix. Felix was stunned out of his anger, "Qué chingados?"
Realizing what he had just done he pointed the gun at you, "Vete a la chingada."
You smirked at him then turned to Felix, "You've got some real idiots working for you."
"Pinche pendejo," Felix growled at Rafa then sat back down in his seat. Rafa followed, trying to hide his embarrassment. He focused on the blunt that he had let burn down half way without taking enough hits. He resigned himself to getting higher and examining your curves and the confident smirk on your face. When you got up and left the room, Felix turned around and smacked Rafa hard against the side of his head.
"What the hell is wrong with you cabron? She was talking shit and you pull a gun on me?" Felix looked incredulous.
"Who was that, Felix? How come you didn't introduce me? When is she coming back?" Rafa rattled off, jumping up from his seat on the couch.
"No mames, guey. Already? She didn't even look at you," Felix shook his head, of course Rafa the lover boy was thinking with his dick.
Before Felix could stop him, Rafa ran out of the office and tried to beat you to the lobby. But when he got there he was just barely able to see you being driven off in a pick up truck.
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"The only reason you're here is because I want to knock her down a peg or two. She's arrogant and needs us to show her that. Other cartels would not be so nice after she came in here acting like a maldita bruja," Felix explained as he paced with a cigarette in his mouth.
"There's no way she has anything worth anything, but I'd like to make sure she knows that," Rafa said, feigning interest in the business side of things.
"Don't fuck around, Rafa," Felix grasped him by the back of his neck, "She's young, but she's smart. We can use her later so don't scare her off."
The doors opened and you were once more preceded by your henchman. Once again you were dressed casually, and you took a seat across from Felix. You noticed Rafa standing behind Felix, but didn't greet him. "You want to make a deal or not?"
"I don't need your weed. But I might need those ideas you have. I had Rafa look over them and he thinks they are promising but so far unproven," Felix explained, gesturing to the narco behind him. You noticed the hungry look from Rafa, and smirked. He was an easy book to read.
"I can prove them, just give me time and financial support. There will be a more potent strain ready for the market in a year," You replied confidently.
"We will see. You will go with Rafa to our field. For security you have to be blind folded once you get to a certain point. Rafa will be able to tell me if you're the real deal or not. If you're not then I suggest you back out of this business before you get killed. If you are then we may have use for you. This is your only chance, chiquita. Make use of it," Felix finished with such a sense of foreboding that you weren't sure how to reply. He stood and buttoned his suit jacket, "If you'll excuse me I have a comandante to talk to. Rafa, take care of her."
Then the lead narco was out the door to deal with supposedly more important duties. You eyed Rafa, taking in his open shirt, flamboyant fashion sense, and fluffy hair. He was kind of cute in an arrogant idiot kind of way. You reached your hand out to him to properly introduce yourself. He smiled at you and kissed your hand, "Hola, Rafael Caro Quintero. La princesa me puede llamar Rafa."
His smile was unbelievably charming and you couldn't help but laugh at how obviously attracted he was to you, "Well Rafa, take me to this so called 'best of the best' marijuana."
...
Rafa personally drove you to the field. On the way there he was explaining his process and asking you questions about your own. The chemistry was palpable as you finished each others sentences. You talked about similar experiments and different ideas you both had to create different strains and up the potency.
It was hot and the both of you were laughing and sweating. You had to admit, the man knew his weed. His dark skin looked delicious in the bright sun and the trickle of sweat down his neck was distracting. You noticed him pull the car off the side of the road then reach into the back for a strip of thick cloth.
"It's time then?" You asked, knowing that secrecy was important.
"Turn around, princesa, I'll put it on for you," Rafa said, looking apologetic. The already long drive had allowed you to bond over your shared interest.
"Don't tie it too tight," You requested as you turned your back to him.
"I'll be gentle," Rafa whispered, making a shiver run down your neck. His hands were warm as he moved your hair out of the way and gently placed the cloth over your eyes and knotted it behind your head. His hands rested for a moment on your shoulders and all you could hear was him taking a deep breath. "You can turn around now."
You did just that, reaching out blindly to face the front of the car again. Rafa took your wrist, making you jerk. "Calmate, I just want to show you where the middle is so you know where you're facing."
Rafa placed your hand at the edge of your seat, touching the middle console. It took you a moment to get comfortable with the loss of sight as the narco started the car and continued the journey to the fields.
After a moment of silence you spoke, "Don't kill me in the middle of the desert, please. At least not before I come up with that strain I told you about."
That made Rafa laugh. The sound was warm and infectious. You felt him take your hand, "No, hermosa, no one will touch you. It's been a long time since I've met someone who knew weed the way I do."
You were surprised at the affection, and even more surprised that you welcomed it. But you felt the same. Especially as a woman, you had never felt understood by anyone about your affinity for the plant, until now. This flashy narco was matching you move for move, and it was exciting.
...
Rafa told you to keep the blindfold on as he guided you to the actual field after he had parked the car. It didn't escape you that this felt more like a romantic surprise rather than a test of skills. You could hear the sounds of workers, and from the breeze you were definitely on flat lands. The smell of the fresh plant was in the air, and to the side you could tell there were kilos of it drying for transport.
Rafa guided you gently and then placed your hands on what you immediately knew to be a large marijuana plant. You immediately stepped forward and pushed your noise into the buds. There was silence as you took it in, already coming up with information at a mile a minute.
"What can you tell me?" Rafa asked. Then you were off, talking about the notes, the potency, the maturity and when it would be ready to harvest. There was silence and you hesitated.
"Rafa," You worried about bruising his ego, but reminded yourself this was a test, "There's something wrong with this one. Everything is fine except there's a weird syrup smell at the end. Something too sweet. It would smell awful once you burn it."
You felt him approach you and you immediately went into a defensive stance.
"I'm not going to hurt you, princesa. I'm just going to untie the blindfold," Rafa's voice was amused.
When you opened your eyes it was too bright to see. You shielded your eyes waiting for them to adjust. Eventually you could make out Rafa's smiling face. "So how did I do?"
"Eres brillante!" Rafa exclaimed, "I test all my men this way. All of them and you were the only one to catch the mistake. I purposely have those three plants that are no good. No one has caught it yet, but you."
You fought the urge to smile, "Well of course. I told you. I know what I'm doing."
You glanced behind him, taking in the watch tower and different sheds. The irrigation system and the people working and roaming. You realized that the field must be behind you.
"You can look, princesa, I think you'll like what you see," Rafa said as he guided you to turn around.
You felt your eyes grow wide as you took in the sheer size. You stepped back as you tried to take in the full scope. But it went off in all directions, as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful.
"Rafa," You turned to the man smiling at you, "This is insane. Incredible. How many acres? How many plants? What's the yield? Do you have then maturing progressively or all at once? How many kilos are you putting out?"
"Slow down, princesa. Would you like to see more of it?" Rafa asked. You nodded, unable to hide your glee. You didn't care about appearing tough or strong. This was your 'kid in a candy store' moment. Rafa took your hand and led you into the fields.
Hours went by as you walked the fields, ignoring the heat or the fact that you were walking around with someone who should be a rival. Instead you were having the time of your life. His system was pretty self sustaining but you were able to make suggested that made his eyes light up and his laugh explode. Rafa was growing on you like a literally weed.
...
The next day Rafa reported back to Felix, singing your praises.
"You should have seen it, cabron! She knew exactly what was wrong with it. She figured out the irrigation issue I had for months. I have never met anyone who could understand the nuances and delicacy of those plants," Rafa was giddy and Felix was amused.
"So I should back her?" Felix asked, although he figured he knew the answer.
"No," Rafa said, a smirk on his face. "No, whatever she comes up with won't work without the space and work I have already done. She's mine. Buy her out and she will work on the fields with me. Give her whatever she asks, but make sure she works with me, and no one else."
The possessiveness didn't surprise Felix, it was to be expected of the narco who fell fast and hard to the point of lunacy. "She's not going to like that, Rafa. You ready for her to fight you on that?"
"She'll come to me. Remember Felix, as long as her people are taken care of, then all she'll want to do is work on the weed," Rafa said, taking a long draw from his blunt.
"Tomorrow, I'll buy her out. But I want that new strain in 10 months not a year, Rafa. I need it before anyone else comes up with something better," Felix reminded him.
"No one has ever come up with anything better than me. But this, if we work together. This will be our masterpiece," Rafa had a faraway look on his smug face making Felix shake his head.
"Just make sure it's on the market by my deadline. I don't care if you fuck her with it. Make it happen," Felix dismissed Rafa.
...
"You're an ass," You immediately punched Rafa as hard as you could in the stomach. You had been dropped off at his mansion with the orders to stick to him like glue or be killed by Felix himself. "I would have been fine working with you but having that bastard leash me to you is not an attractive arrangement, pendejo."
Rafa waved off Chapo and Cuco who were ready to shoot you for attacking their boss. The narco in question was dressed as usual and laughing. "Your family is taken care of right? That was the most important thing, now the next important thing is working on that strain."
He came up to you and grabbed your jaw, "Together, we can do that. Together, we can do a lot of things."
You hated that you were turned on, "You shouldn't have forced me, Rafa. I don't like being forced."
"Then you can leave if you want. We can work on it together but you don't need to stay, I won't force you," Rafa challenged, his voice soft as he spoke close to you. The smoke from his mouth surrounding you was heady. He released your jaw, "Chapo, take her back."
Rafa turned but you called out, "Rafa. Shut up, pendejo, you know I'm going to stay."
You grabbed your bag and brushed past him into the sprawling mansion. You heard him laugh as he rushed to catch up to you and show you your room. You found it difficult to keep your surly attitude in the face of his excited ramblings.
...
It took 6 months to get the strain perfected and by the end of the 10 month deadline it was debuted. The mansion was partying and high as a kite. Debauchery was everywhere and the handles of liquor and packs of cocaine that Felix had sent as congratulations were being parsed out to the party goers.
You had no interest in partying with the boys and their sluts. You were up on your balcony, watching the pool from above. The band was loud and the people louder. There were people swimming naked in the pool, the area stank of weed, and you could see Neto and Cuco snorting lines through a window.
You didn't like coke, didn't like how fast it made your heart beat and your mind move. You preferred the mellow relaxation that the right strain of weed gave you. You crossed that with tequila and you were floating in your own little world, with a smile on your face.
The last 10 months had been invigorating. Working with Rafa was like working with a ball of pure energy. He was far more intelligent than he let on, reserving it for his treasured plants. You had met your match in that field. Someone you could genuinely bounce ideas off of and experiment with. He was charming, funny, and caring to a fault.
You were surprised he hadn't made a move, but you suspected that Felix had something to do with that. Maybe a threat about the deadline and not fucking around. It was disappointing and frustrating.
Rafa was fucking around, just with some rich chick named Sofia who rubbed you the wrong way and made you want to shoot her through the eyes. But she hadn't been around in the last few months, and Rafa had been ranting about how much of a spoiled bitch she was. You hadn't seen her at the party and were more than thankful that you didn't have to fight the urge to vomit if she had arrived.
There was a knock at your bedroom door and you called for them to come in. It was Rafa. He stood in the middle of your room apprehensive. In his hands he held a handle of tequila and two glasses. "Ay guey. I was going to invite you to share a drink with me."
You looked at the soft expression and could tell he hadn't had any coke. He hadn't since Sofia had left. At most he was high from his own plant and looking to get crossed like you. You looked at him, all of him. Rafa's hair was perfectly fluffy, jewelry draped on his dark skin, and wearing a silk shirt that was open too low. You felt heat pool between your legs.
For months you had been touching yourself to the thought of him. You had laid jealous in your bed when you knew he was with Sofia. And now here he was looking pathetic and ready to be eaten. He'd made you wait long enough.
"Rafa, is Sofia gone for good?" You asked as you walked back into the room and closed the balcony doors. You held your own handle of unfinished tequila and swung it lazily in your hand.
Rafa scoffed at the question, "That bitch is dead to me. Has been for months."
You could see him watching you. His eyes roved your body and there was a hungry look in them. You were wearing a silk robe, a gift from him a few months ago on your birthday. There was nothing underneath it.
"Is that why you wanted to have a drink with me? Because she's not around anymore?" You asked, taking a swig from your handle.
"What? No. I don't care about her. This celebration is for us. We did what we planned and now we are going to be richer and so far above any competitor that they will never reach us. This is all thanks to you," Rafa said, looking actually offended that you suggested otherwise.
You smiled at him then. The high was making you reckless, and the alcohol was making you hot. But the way Rafa looked at you was making you wet. You took another swig from our handle and approached Rafa. You locked eyes with him and put your hand on his chest.
His breathing quickened as you pushed him to sit on the end of your bed. You gripped his jaw, ran your thumb across his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. With one more glance at him, you spit the tequila into his mouth slowly, and he drank it. You locked eyes as he took the last drop and then you grabbed his hair and kissed him roughly.
Rafa whimpered into the kiss as you wrapped a hand around his throat and devoured him. His kisses were as intoxicating as the tequila. Months of unanswered desire came flooding out as he pulled you to him and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of the weed you had both spent months working on together.
The hours and days spent together had left you wanting more from him. But at every turn, at every lingering touch, and held glance he pulled away from you. He had always hesitated but in the end would put space between you. Your frustration at the memory got the better of you and you found his jaw again and pushed him away.
"You're such an idiot you know that? You could have had me naked in your bed for months. You could have had me on my knees or across your lap, but you kept pulling away, like you hadn't thought about it since the day I walked into Felix's office and you lost the ability to breathe," You blurted out. You regretted it, not wanting him to know just how desperate you had been.
But Rafa's gaze softened, his grip around your waist tightened, "Felix told me not to fuck around with you. Not until the strain was ready. The only reason I was with Sofia again was because I needed a release because I couldn't have you. Sofia left me because I called out your name the last time we fucked."
It took you a moment to take in what he said, then you laughed. Laughter fueled by your high and the alcohol. "You brat, you called out my name while you fucked her? No wonder she was so mad."
"It's the only way I could get off. I had to think about you, imagine I was inside your wet pussy," His vulgar admission was met with another desperate kiss from you. You pulled moans from him as your hand travelled downward and palmed his hard on. When you were satisfied that he was as needy as you felt you pulled away.
"Get naked, Rafa. Let's see if all that fucking I heard was as good as it sounded, or if that Sofia bitch was just a good actor," You jabbed, as you untied the robe and dropped it to the floor.
Rafa stopped for a moment with his shirt in his hands as he finally laid eyes on your naked form. He completely lost any comeback he had in mind as he took in the sight of your supple skin and curves. "Te ves deliciosa."
You got impatient and placed a palm on his chest. You pushed him on to the bed then went to work at removing his boots and jeans. When his cock was out and weeping you fought the urge to take it into your mouth. That was for another time. This was about you getting yours. You looked at Rafa as you lay next to him, stroking his cock playfully.
"Rafa, you need to make up for leaving me so wet all the time," You purred into his ear before sucking on his earlobe. He moaned softly and nodded. "How are you gonna do that, baby boy?"
He didn't even react to the name, just looked at you with eyes that begged to be bossed around, "Whatever you want, princesa?"
"Are you going to make me ride you or are you going to fuck me into this bed until I cum onto your cock a few times?" You asked, tracing circled along his chest, leaving his weeping cock unattended. You were fighting the urge to straddle him and slide him inside you.
"Yes, princesa," He replied, as a whimper escaped his lips as you tongued his nipple impulsively. You'd been dying to do that since the first time you had seen him with his shirt hanging open.
"Fuck me, Rafa. Be a good boy and make me cum," You moaned softly as you guided his hand to your wet cunt.
Rafa let out a feral noise once he felt just how wet you were. In a swift move you were beneath him, hands pinned above your head, and his cock pushing into your pussy. You arched against him, "Yes, baby, just like that."
He thrust into your center, hard and deep. You knew he was going to be thick but you were surprised by how deeply he thrust into you. You saw stars after months of pining. This man was a drug of his own and you knew you were going to become addicted. His lips found yours again and he allowed you to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Rafa angled your hips, wrapping your legs around him as he pounded into you.
Your first orgasm came so fast you couldn't even warn him. Your nerve endings were exploding with pleasure as he kissed and fucked and sucked every part of you. Your hands found his hair and pulled at it, making him moan into your lips. You kept your foreheads together as you encouraged him, "Yes, Rafa. You're fucking me so good. You like how my pussy feels don't you? Is this what you were imagining when you fucked that bitch? I bet you never fucked her like this."
The adoration in Rafa's eyes only grew with each word you spoke. Something about your words spurred him on. He leaned back and rubbed your clit with his thumb as he continued thrusting into your dripping wet pussy. Even his grunts sounded soft and needy. You reached forward and tweaked your own nipples. The sight made him throw his head back in ecstasy.
"Princesa, eres tan perfecta," Rafa moaned as you clenched down on him with your second orgasm. This time you felt yourself squirt a little and he did to. He fucked you even faster as you came.
You were panting now, sure that Rafa was close. But he proved you wrong and flipped you over onto your stomach. The narco gripped your hips and thrust into you, impossibly deeper than before. You grabbed at the bed sheets as the room filled with the loud slap of his hips against your round ass. "Fuck, Rafa. You're so deep, you're gonna make me cum again aren't you? You really want to please me don't you?"
Between grunts of exertion he replied, "Yes, princesa, I'll make you cum again."
He sucked and licked your shoulder and neck before biting down and lifting your hips higher so he could thrust at a different angle. Rafa didn't let up as he continued his pounding rhythm. His arm came around to put you in a loose headlock. "Cum for me, Princesa. Milk me dry."
You sobbed as you came, the pleasure so overwhelming you would have thought you blacked out but you still felt the stuttering of Rafa's hips as he filled your pussy with his cum. Both of you were out of breath, the room smelled of sex and weed, and you both started giggling.
Rafa broke down next to you, giggling as he pulled you into his side, placing fluttering kisses all over your face between breaths. You also giggled, high on pleasure, weed, and Rafa.
"You're mine now, Rafa," You spoke against his lips.
"I've always been yours," He answered back.
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Okay, I love rafa so much wtf.
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NECESITO MÁS DE SUB SANTI PLIS 🙏🙏 o dom rafa, con cualquiera soy feliz
+18!
Interrumpir a tu novio es una costumbre que, paradójicamente, no siempre te permitís. Tiene el horrible hábito de pasar horas y horas estudiando sus libretos, olvidando descansar e ingerir alimentos y agua, así que cuando llamás su atención jamás se queja y accede -aunque con resignación- a hacer una pausa.
Hoy tus motivos eran más personales. Te esforzaste por resistir el impulso de reclamarle, intentaste complacer tus fantasías leyendo y contemplaste los juguetes que podrían aliviar tu necesidad, pero el deseo te ganó y terminaste arrancándole el libreto de las manos antes de sentarte en tu regazo.
-¿Qué pasa?- preguntó preocupado. Sus manos viajando desde tu cintura hasta tu cadera, y viceversa, poco hicieron para detener la excitación brotando de tu interior-. ¿Estás aburrida?
Ojalá fuera aburrimiento y no desesperación, pensaste, en tu rostro una mueca de hartazgo que no te molestaste en ocultar. Tenías la única intención de provocarlo, obtener alguna reacción diferente, pero Rafael sólo te regaló su característica sonrisa, dulce y serena, logrando deshacer el plan que habías tejido.
Y así fue como terminaste gritando de placer sobre su cuerpo, ignorando ese dolor en tus músculos que crece con cada salto, suspirando cuando sentís que sus dientes rozan tus pezones o marcan la piel de tus pechos entre cumplido y cumplido.
Negarte un poco de placer no es una opción para él. Jamás.
Observa el hipnótico panorama entre tus piernas, la manera en que con tus movimientos su miembro desaparece hasta que unos pocos centímetros son visibles. El vello en la base de su erección resplandece con tu humedad y recoge un poco con su pulgar antes de guiarlo hacia tu centro.
Comienza a jugar con tu clítoris y temblás.
-¿Así...?- pregunta cuando sollozás. No necesita una respuesta porque sabe todo lo que te gusta y cómo te gusta, pero disfruta ver la forma en que te desesperás por no poder contestar con coherencia, consciente de que él espera palabras.
Dirige su otra mano hacia tu cuello para poder besarte, sosteniéndote con firmeza. Gemís en su boca y aumenta el ritmo de su pulgar, de inmediato notando que tus paredes se contraen sobre su miembro y que tus movimientos se vuelven frenéticos.
Cuando rompés el beso el hilo que conecta tus labios y los suyos se corta luego de unos segundos y mancha tu mentón; Rafael no está seguro de que exista una imagen más erótica... hasta que te mordés los labios y cerrás los ojos con fuerza, luchando por recuperar la cordura y formar una oración.
El palpitar de su miembro te hace llorar.
-¿Puedo?
-Sí, princesa- besa la comisura de tus labios.
Te dejás caer, con tu mente nublada por el placer robándote la capacidad de concentrarte en nada que no sea tu orgasmo, así que decide guiar el vaivén de tus caderas mientras continúa tocándote. Intentás detenerlo pero es inútil.
Tu espalda arqueándose provoca que tus pezones erectos y en extremo sensible rocen su pecho, oculto por el material no tan suave de su camisa, sumando así otro estímulo que borra los últimos pensamientos de tu mente.
Excepto su nombre, que cae de tus labios como un mantra.
-Así, muy bien- repite una y otra vez-. Qué linda que sos...
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#deep inside - love letters#letters to rafa#rafael federman#rafael federman smut#rafael federman x reader#lsdln cast#lsdln smut#lsdln x reader
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Chapter Two is up!
"Rafa … likes Wrecker. She admits that. A lot. For himself, not only because his sexual inclinations mesh so well with hers.
Although that’s pretty astounding. They can barely keep their hands off each other. Or any other body parts. And for all the quantity, and quality, of the sex, she’s hornier for him now than on that very first night.
It’s more about … his easy nature and uncomplicated personality. The kindness. The uproarious, vulgar jokes that make her laugh until she cries, something she hasn’t done much of in the last several years."
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Multiverse_chaos AO3
Masterlist
Completed Works:
Oneshots-
Growing Pains (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/45022414 Rated: G
Soulmates (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46434328 Rated: M
Eyes on Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46867267 Rated: E
My Blood, My Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48432094 Rated: G
My Omega (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48828244 Rated: T
Cafes and Love Songs (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48853210 Rated: T
You Saved Me from Hell (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48914614 Rated: E
Are You Crazy?! (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49010368 Rated: M
Lazy Sunday (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49164049 Rated: G
Regret Eats the Soul (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49304356 Rated: M
Can We Try That Again? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49349137 Rated: T
Sink Your Teeth into Something Holy (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49373233 Rated: T
Stay and Cuddle with Me (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49397203 Rated: T
To Love a Teacher (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49420009 Rated: T
Till My Last Breath (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49442767 Rated: T
The Woman in the Sea (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49465672 Rated: T
The Underworld and Spring (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49496779 Rated: T
Reminiscing the Past (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50333056 Rated: T
Don't Say It (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50469313 Rated: E
Through the Mirror (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50517694 Rated: E
Make You Mine (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50548057 Rated: E
Scent Blockers and Heat (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50577352 Rated: E
Ropes and Toys (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50602705 Rated: E
Candles Aren't Just for Decoration (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50628742 Rated: E
Long Distance Fun (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50653843 Rated: E
Feed on Lust (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50687932 Rated: E
How Long Can You Last? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50707534 Rated: E
The Warriors and the Godking (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50740750 Rated: E
A Different Kind of Throne (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50768110 Rated: E
Knife + Adrenaline = Sex (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50842588 Rated: E
Did He Just Do That? (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50843770 Rated: E
Drive Me Insane (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50892724 Rated: E
Behave, Little Lamb (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/50945446 Rated: E
Dancing in the Living Room (MacGyver, 2016): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51182017 Rated: T
The Lust of a God (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526240 Rated: E
Multichapter-
Strengthening the Alliance (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44524090/chapters/111991342 Chapters: 12, Rated: E
Various Male Characters x Female Reader Smut (multi- fandom): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46310926/chapters/116594665 Chapters: 22, Rated: E
You're My Fate (BPWF): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48876073/chapters/123299197 Chapters: 2, Rated: M
Cartels and Omegas Don't Mix (Narcos: Mexico): https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619566/chapters/125237029 Chapters: 2, Rated: E
This is a masterlist of all of my completed works on AO3, if you have any questions or want anything specific my asks are open just please be nice. I'll do a masterlist of my AO3 WIPs soon.
#Namor x Oc#Namora x Oc#Rafa caro quintero x Oc#Shuri x Oc#Macgyver x Riley Davis x Oc#nashuri#attoye#Attuma x Namor x Okoye#Attuma x Namor x Namora#Multifandom#ao3#ao3 fanfic#smut#fluff#angst#story masterlist#nashuri week#attoye week#attoye kinktober#omegaverse
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Tell me your down bad for tenoch huerta without telling me your down bad for tenoch huerta.
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this new chapter. Listen. was perfection. deserves awards. Thank You.
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Babe
Rafael Casal
Arrivals
(Rafa x OFC Reader Holly Woods)
Rafael and Holly Woods, friend of a friend. They had an arrangement. Then feelings got in the way.
This wasn’t supposed to be a series, and it’s written out of order, but here is this non-series chronologically how the relationship progresses.
* = smut
Undercover Wicked With It
Lottery*
Damage, Pt. 1*
Winter Song*
Tiny Tim
Last Christmas
Damage, Pt. 2*
Verry Merry
Only Bad Choices
Lesson Learned
F*****g Sound
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Arrivals*
Rafa Mini-Series
Showrunner AU
Rafa falls for an actress in his production. Who is in charge here?
Show Runner (1)*
Sundancer (2)*
Scene Stealer (3)*
Young Rafa Au
You and Rafa were young and dumb. What happens when you start to grow up?
In and Out*
Barbie and Ken 202*
Rafa Drabbles
What is This?
You ended your one rival for Rafa’s love. Daveed.
Under the Mistletoe*
You find treasure underneath the mistletoe.
In The Shallows
Rafa is there to give you comfort when you need it.
Daydreams in the Dark*
You are Rafael’s daydream come true.
Amnesia*
Rafael helps you forget a terrible day.
Tranquility*
Rafa helps with your anxiety.
Rafa One-Shots
Princess Grillz*
You and Rafa and matching grills! HBD!
Dammit, Rafa*
Rafael is a virgin at The Rocky Horror Picture Show. You show him the ropes.
Greatest of All Time*** (Bay Boys x Reader)
The Bay Boys’ neighbor Quinn loves to experience life. Rafa and Daveed become one of her experiences.
Fine*
You were doing just fine without Rafa. Right?
Everyday*
Rafa goes into character to give you your fantasy.
What That Boat Do?*
After the premiere. Rafa gets a treat? Or is it you that is treated?
Cuddle Buddies*
You misunderstand Roomie! Rafa’s request.
Icing on the Cake*
Rafael gets treated like a king on his birthday.
Headcannon
Tio Rafa
Rafa offers to babysit his niece for the day.
#rafael casal#rafa smut#rafael santiago casal#bay boy#ask dj#rafael casal smut#rafa x you#masterlist post
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♡ cyber sex com o cast de lsdln ♡
inspirado por esse post aqui ☝🏼 espero que gostem! <3
enzo, para a surpresa de ninguém, gosta de te provocar através das fotos: o cabelo bagunçado, a carinha de sono e os ombros largos ofuscando todo o resto para te desejar um bom dia quando acorda; a boca entreaberta e a expressão ambígua de cansaço e/ou desejo no elevador do prédio quando retorna das infames voltas de bicicleta; os braços fortes refletidos no espelho da academia quando termina mais um treino - ele gosta de escalar o teor de sensualidade de cada uma delas durante o dia até culminar numa troca de mensagens sujas ou uma ligação regada a suspiros enquanto ele geme teu nome e diz o quanto mal consegue esperar para te ver de novo
pardella não é muito do sexo cibernético e prefere o cara-a-cara. quando precisa muito, o máximo que faz é te mandar uma foto da marca certinha do cacete duro na cueca apertada e te pedir para mandar uns áudios da tua voz gemendo bem manhosa de presente para ele se "inspirar" da próxima vez
já o matías é fã de chamada de vídeo, tá? até quando ele sabe que vocês vão se ver mais tarde ele gosta de te pedir para dar um pulinho no discord e ligar a câmera. faz questão de te pedir para enquadrar bem tua bucetinha e os dedos brincando com ela e é cheio de dar ordens do tipo "isso, agora coloca mais um dedinho pra mim, linda". em troca ele mira a webcam pro pau e bate uma para você assistir até ele gozar e manchar o próprio shorts e a cueca
kuku é outro que não é muito das tecnologias no meio da sacanagem. gosta - ama, adora - receber nudes teus, mas quando você pede de volta ele tem vergonha, manda no máximo um e a foto meio tremida e mal iluminada é tão esteban que de alguma forma te atiça mais ainda. agora o que ele gosta de fazer, quando estão em ligação e distantes, sem a possibilidade de se ver no momento, é lembrar dos momentos favoritos das transas de vocês para entrar no clima para se masturbar depois. se você pedir com jeitinho, quem sabe ele não manda uma foto do resultado?
fernando gosta de mandar fotos que não sejam tão explícitas, justamente por serem provocativas demais e ao mesmo tempo nem perto do suficiente para te satisfazer. manda fotos das mãos grandes segurando a garrafa de vinho que está bebendo, ou do detalhe do cinto novo de couro que ele está estreando. mas o favorito dele é te ligar te instruindo exatamente sobre como ele quer que você se toque pensando nele
o fran é do tipo de mandar seminudes bem conceituais e de muito bom gosto, tipo do corpo dele coberto só pelo lençol e apenas do quadril para baixo ou o reflexo dele no espelho pequeno e redondo do quarto de vocês, deixando algumas coisas para a imaginação. também é fã de te mandar fotos não tão explícitas mas ainda sugestivas durante o dia, tipo uma bem de perto da boca dele mordendo um morango depois do almoço
pipe, por incrível que pareça (ou não), é um rapaz muito tímido para se exibir perante uma webcam ou te mandar fotos do próprio corpo nu. já fotos da evolução do corpo meio coberto quando volta da academia é o que não falta, claro - e ele se aproveita do efeito que essas têm sobre você para já engatar num leve sexting, se divertindo com cada uma das tuas reações às palavras dele. tua vingança vem quando ele fica tanto tempo longe de você que começa a ficar desesperadinho: manda fotos da ereção pesada e incômoda por baixo do tecido fino da calça e, quando você finalmente cede aos pedidos sofridos e liga para ele, o tem na palma da mão, obedecendo cada um dos teus comandos e só gozando na própria mão quando você permite
simón não tem vergonha alguma - repito, vergonha alguma - de te mandar todos os nudes e fotos sensuais que ele tira, afinal são todos para o prazer da mulher dele, não é mesmo? é para isso que serve o corpo dele. é foto da mão segurando o caralho duro, vídeo gravado bem no momento que ele está gozando e gemendo teu nome enquanto faz uma bagunça com a porra dele, mensagens e mais mensagens de madrugada descrevendo "aquela vez que a gente fodeu na praia, lembra?", áudio pedindo para você mandar suas fotos para ele te "fazer uma homenagem", masturbação mútua enquanto estão em ligação, seja por vídeo ou não... é adepto total do sexo virtual
o jerónimo grava vídeos de meio minuto na frente do espelho do banheiro, completamente pelado, exibindo o corpo escultural que ele espera fielmente que renda muitos elogios vindos de você. com uma mão segura o celular e com a outra bate uma punheta bem lentinha, provocando a você e a si mesmo, deixando o cômodo e o áudio do vídeo serem completamente tomados pelos gemidos sem vergonha alguma
santi, apesar de não ter sempre a iniciativa de mandar quando o assunto é nude, ama receber os teus e sempre aos mil e um elogios. não recusa um áudio repleto dos teus gemidos - o som favorito dele - e muito menos uma ligação de voz para matar a saudade que o pau dele sente de você. mas o que ele mais gosta mesmo é quando fazem uma chamada de vídeo das mais sujas possíveis, onde ele te assiste se contorcer e tremer de prazer enquanto ele controla, conectada ao celular dele, a intensidade do brinquedinho que vibra dentro de você
della corte é outro que não é muito fã do cyber sex, mas também não consegue viver sem você e adora receber e te dar prazer. te pede nudes descaradamente algumas vezes, mas na maioria prefere o bom e velho sexo por telefone: te chama por mensagem para ter certeza de que pode te ligar e sempre começa perguntando sobre o teu dia; você já até sabe que ele já começou a se tocar pelas respostas ficando cada vez mais esporádicas e aéreas do outro lado da linha e não demora muito para os dois engatarem numa mistura de gemidos sobre o quanto sentem falta do corpo e do toque do outro
o rafa, por ser mais tímido, já prefere um sexting: gosta de virar a madrugada falando besteiras por mensagem com você, iniciando bem tímido, lento e casto, e escalando até os dois estarem recitando os pensamentos mais sórdidos que têm quando estão longe um do outro. fica coradinho quando acorda no outro dia e lembra de tudo que disse e é capaz de morrer de vergonha quando vocês se encontram e você refresca a memória dele, resgatando tudo que ele prometeu que iriam fazer
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Hi it’s me again! You asked me to send multiple asks so here I am! So how about a couple blurbs for Rafa? One with #4 and another with #30 from the prompt list? Thank you friend 💜💜
Hey hey. So this first one turned into a whole mammoth. So I'm going to post #4 as it's own fic. And will post #30 as a separate post. It will just be easier to add to my Masterlist.
Summary: It's your birthday and Rafa has a gift for you, after months of the two of you fighting like cats.
You could practically feel Rafa losing his mind across the crowded club. For months the both of you had been at each others throats. In private you would find yourselves down each others throats in angry hook ups. Your disdain and attraction was palpable to everyone who had to watch you fight like neighborhood cats over the weed that Miguel had you both cultivating. Outside of your tenuous relationship with Rafa, the rest of the boys respected you. To the rest of the men you were one of the boys, except tonight. Tonight you had let Sofia and her girls dress you up as an apology gift. And while you hated the rich bitch's guts, she had taste and an eye for slutty clothing. Impressive considering she didn't have the curves to fill them out, but you did.
The tight, low-cut, and back baring dress fit you like a glove and left little to the imagination. This was a stark contrast to your normal outfits of jeans, boots, and flannels. It wasn't that you couldn't dress up, it was that it was pointless in your field. You however knew that you cleaned up well, and from the wolf whistles that had filled the club from your fellow narcos, they knew it too. You were in the middle of the dancefloor being fed drinks and dancing with everyone who took your hand. With the work you did and the men you surrounded yourself with it was rare for you to immerse yourself in your feminine wiles. But today was your birthday and it was time to party.
You glanced across the room as you danced with Chapo who was being as protective as an older brother. You locked eyes with Rafa who was deftly ignoring Sofia who was perched on the couch next to him, failing to grab his attention. It had been easy to pull Rafa in your direction after Sofia's betrayal. It made you scoff in disgust when she came back begging for the curly haired man's forgiveness. But he treated her like a whore now, instead of some goddess.
When Amado took your hand and stole you away from Chapo you followed. You disliked Amado but you knew it would get a rise out of the other narco. Rafa was always his sexiest when he was angry. He was such a cocky, self absorbed bastard but he was great in bed and had gotten you hooked on his chaotic nature after that first explosive hook up.
It had happened after weeks of tension, bickering, and threatening to kill each other. A late night when you couldn't sleep so you had been in the field, smoking a blunt, and basking in the cold desert night.
"Brujita, what are you doing out here? It's dangerous for a woman to be out here at night," Rafa circled you, his gold glinting in the light of the moon. You scoffed and blew smoke at him. He was more calm than he usually was in your presence as he stepped up close to you, his chest nearly touching yours, "There are coyotes out here you know."
"Don't pretend like you care whether or not I get eaten by coyotes. If I did you'd probably throw a party," You smirked at the dark man, annoyed that your eyes were drawn to his lips. The heady smell of weed was thick now that you had nearly burnt your blunt to a nub. You took one more long drag before tossing the butt to the ground and grinding it into the dirt with your boot heel. "I'll leave your precious little field now, cabron. But remember it wouldn't have grown this fast or this quickly without me."
You turned, walking down the aisle of plants. You expected him to shout some insult at you but instead he came up behind you and wrapped his hand around your throat, pointing a gun to your temple. Rafa's back was pressed to your front as he dug the tip of the handgun into the side of your head, "Pinche perra. I should have killed you when you came looking for your traitor brother. We don't need you anymore. We have everything and the crop is bigger than anything you could have ever done on your own you arrogant whore."
You knew you surprised him when you laughed. Rafa's hand may have been at your throat but he wasn't restricting your air way. "Do it then, puto. Like I give a fuck."
Rafa pushed you away and you turned to face him. The high making you reckless. The memories of your brother on what would have been his birthday making you hysterical. You grabbed the gun's nozzle and pointed it at your chest, pressing it up against your skin. "Come on, Quintero. Pull the trigger. I'll say 'hi' to my brother for you."
Rafa raised an eyebrow, "You're crazy."
You were sweating and getting more frustrated by the second. He looked so fuckable with that stupid ass look on his face. You unbuttoned the last few buttons of your flannel and tossed it on the ground, leaving you in your bra and jeans. You didn't miss the way that Rafa looked at your full chest. His gun was lowered toward the ground now but you took the barrel once more and brought it up to your face. Looking him in the eye, you opened your mouth and licked the tip of the gun seductively. Rafa's irises blew out to the edges of his pupil.
You burst out laughing again as you pushed the gun off to the side and grabbed the Narco's gold chain and yanked him close so you could speak into his ear. "Before you kill me maybe we could have some fun. Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me sometimes. I've thought about it too, hate fucking you after one of our fights. I'd love to choke you while I show you what a good fuck really is, because whatever you were doing with that skank Sophia was pathetic."
Rafa's hand found your throat again and pushed you up against one of the plants. You grinned at him, knowing that her betrayal was still fresh, even if Miguel had gotten him out of it as always. The narco was breathing hard, enraged, and pressed up close to you. You snaked your hand down his other arm, prying his gun from his hand and dropping it to the floor. The thump of it hitting the dirt was the only sound besides your heaving breaths and the rustle of leaves.
You guided Rafa's other hand to your throat, "You're too much of a pussy to fuck me so might as well kill me now and get it over with."
Pulling him even closer by his biceps as his hands wrapped around your throat, you rocked your hips against his, feeling his rage fueled hard on. His eyes flicked down to your lips then met your gaze. "Fucking bitch."
Rafa's whisper was lost as his lips crashed against yours. He caged you up against the plant as he bit and licked and sucked his way to your bra. He shoved it aside and suckled hard on your nipple, nipping at it as his hand undid your jeans. You were impatient. The high and turmoil had turned you on and left your panties wet. As much as you would have loved to make him kneel and eat your cunt you wanted to be filled.
You pushed him off and turned, pushing your jeans to your knees and bending over slightly. Rafa was ready behind you, the sound of his buckle being undone and his pants being pushed down was followed by the feel of him thrusting his cock into your wet pussy. You gasped at the sensation. Fuck he was bigger than you thought.
The tan man fisted your hair and pulled you back against his chest, while the other held your hip. He let out a litany of curses as he fucked you mercilessly. When he bit down on you throat you couldn't help but cry out loudly, clenching down on his cock. Your orgasm hit you like a train and sent you spasming. If he hadn't been holding you up so he could continue fucking you, your legs would have given out.
He lasted awhile longer and you taunted him the whole time. "That's right, pendejo. You may hate me but you like fucking me more don't you."
You reached back and turned, pulling his lips to yours. "Come on, Quintero, fuck me like you want me dead."
You were only able to kiss him for a moment before he pushed you to bend forward, your head in the plant, smelling strongly of weed, as he pounded into you. He held your shoulders as he thrust deep and hard. The angle and the sound of him panting, telling you that you were a bitch but you had a good pussy, sent you over the edge again. With another few thrusts Rafa filled you. When he pulled out you only took a moment to catch your breath before shrugging out of his hold. You dressed without looking at him or speaking a word then walked away.
You shook your head, bringing yourself back to the present. The music was loud and Amado was behind you, holding you too close. Your skin was just beginning to crawl when Rafa appeared before you. Without a word, Rafa wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you to stand behind him.
Amado laughed and raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement, "I was just having fun man. She didn't seem to mind."
Rafa growled, "Walk away."
Amado glanced at Rafa's hand that was wrapped around his gun, then nodded and made his way to another part of the dance floor.
"You're so jealous. It's like how you say you love me without saying it." You poked fun at the Narco who still had a firm grip on your wrist. Feeling good from the drinks and weed you impulsively pressed your body up against his side and hugged his arm between your bodies.
Rafa looked down at you, expression unreadable. "I'll kill you."
You giggled and then pulled him along, "Then fuck me like you want me dead. You know that's how I like it best."
His lips upturned the slightest bit as you led him to the back of the club and up some stairs. You glanced around and paused at the door, looking over the balcony. "Where's the rich bitch?"
Rafa pushed you up the last step and pushed the door open around you, the warmth of him enveloping your bare back as he whispered in your ear, "I sent her to get drinks. It's the only way I could get away from that witch."
Rafa pushed you gently into the room and kicked the door closed behind you. The floor to ceiling windows of the room were tinted so no one could see inside, but you could see the bustling party down below. It was invigorating knowing how close you were to so many people. Rafa was right behind you, his presence sending a pleasing shiver down your spine. You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist as he started kissing your neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh. You felt his hips moving against your own as he guided you to the couch and then threw you on to it.
His jeans were tented noticeably and you hated how damn good he looked. Menacing and sensual while he took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He set his gun down on the coffee table as he knelt down over you. "It's annoying how horny I've been since you came in looking like this. Who knew you could look so fuckable?"
Rafa's hands travelled down your body. First pushing your hair out of the way and over your shoulder. His dark hand gripped your jaw to kiss you slowly and with tongue. Then he held you down by your neck with one hand while the other travelled down the deep v of your dress. His finger tips gliding down your sternum between your breasts. Before he pushed the fabric aside and exposed them to the cool air of the private room. He intentionally pinched your nipples hard before finding the short hem of your dress and pushing it up to your waist.
"Easy access, I thought it would be convenient," You moaned out, as he fondled your bare pussy, not a string of an undergarment in sight.
"Consider this your birthday present," Rafa whispered as he teased your clit. His lips found yours for a moment before he kissed down your neck, chest, belly, then knelt down and made a home between your thighs.
Your fingers immediately gripped his thick curls as his tongue glided through your wetness. You had thought he would fuck you quickly like all the other times but this was different, he was savoring it, savoring you. His tongue delved into your weeping hole and you cried out. Your nerve endings were exploding with pleasure. His grip on your thighs was so hard it was almost painful but you didn't doubt that the way you yanked at his hair was equally as uncomfortable.
You relinquished your tight grip on his hair to sit up and look down at him. His deep dark eyes looking up at you from between your legs, his curls bouncing slightly, and his nose bumping against your clit all while he tongue fucked you was more than you could bare. You came hard, moaning his name like he owned you just as the door burst open.
"Rafa!" Sofia was standing at the doorway, a drink in each hand, and a shocked expression on her face. You didn't care to react, still coming down from your orgasmic high. You turned your head to her direction while Rafa sat back on his heels.
"Put the drinks on the table and leave," Rafa barked at her.
Sofia looked like she might cry but also like she could kill him. She hesitated, making Rafa pick up his gun and point it at her. As he did so he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. "You're interrupting her birthday present. So leave the drinks and get the fuck out of my sight. And don't you dare think about throwing them at her or I'll kill you where you stand, you arrogant bitch."
Sofia stomped forward and deposited the drinks on the table, making them spill slightly with the force at which she slammed them down. Rafa watched her turn and head for the door, all while fingering you and teasing your clit with his other hand. He called after her, "Close the door."
As soon as the door was latched, the narco grabbed one shot and threw it back. He took the other, taking it into his mouth and not swallowing. Rafa hovered over you, still working your pussy with one hand as he kissed your lips and fed you the shot with his mouth. The way he was consuming you, the way he had so viciously gotten rid of Sophia, and even the way he had gotten rid of Amado was overwhelming you. You needed his cock inside of you.
You pulled away from the kiss, breathy and moaning as his fingers played with you, "Gimme your cock, Rafa. I want the rest of my present."
"Fuck you like I want you dead, right?" Rafa grinned deviously. He latched his lips around one of your nipples, making you arch up against him. You heard his boots fall to the ground followed by his jeans. He sat up and swiftly pulled off your strappy heels. You couldn't help but admire his strong torso, tan skin, and his hard cock that he fisted in his hands.
The sight of his swollen tip and the dripping precum made you eager. Sitting up you simultaneously pushed him to sit back on the couch and threw your leg over his lap. Without a moment of hesitation you impaled yourself on his hard cock making the both of you groan in pleasure. Wasting no time you started to ride him, fingers threaded through his hair for leverage. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your rocking as the sounds of your fucking filled the room. The sounds of the club were muffled but the bass of the music was pounding in the walls.
You melted into the sensations. The feel of skin on skin. The wet slap of your hips slamming into his. The depth at which his cock delved inside of you. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss before he took a turn to suck a mark into your neck, then the tops of your breasts. Your dress was crumpled at your waist, forgotten and useless.
Your orgasm came in a heavy wave of pleasure that had your hips stuttering. But Rafa held you close and rammed his hips upward, fucking you through your peak. He didn't stop when your spasming and clenching ceased. Instead he turned you down onto the couch, your sensitive nipples rubbing up against the fabric as he got on top of you. You bit the couch cushion preparing yourself for when he would stop running his fingers down your back, and cease his kisses on your shoulders. He guided his tip back to your pussy, his chest pressed against your back. Rafa thrust into your pussy from behind, his arms bracing himself above you.
He let out a laugh as he held your hip and then fisted your hair, nipping at your ear he whispered, "You're such a good little bitch when you want to be. Look at you taking me like the whore that you are. Loving it."
You chuckled between moans, turning your head so he could hear you, "Don't pretend you don't love how my pussy feels wrapped around you. Cum for me, Rafa. You said this was your present to me."
His pace quickened, making you cry out as you came again. But Rafa roared as he thrusted hard and deep three more times, spilling inside of you. He stilled, heaving breaths filling the room as he came down. He pulled out and flipped you over gently. Rafa pushed your hair off your sweaty forehead and kissed your cheek. He glanced down as he dipped his fingers between your legs. "You look your best with my cum dripping out of you."
You mewled as he glided a finger into your mess of a cunt and then pulled it out. Rafa brought it to your lips and you obediently took his finger into your mouth and licked it clean. He surprised you by kissing you deeply, tongues dancing against each other as your juices mingled.
When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled you half way on top of him, your leg draped over his and your head on his shoulder. Rafa sighed as you slowly succumb to post coital exhaustion. The tender kiss on your forehead surprised you. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was a soft whisper of "Happy Birthday, preciosa."
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≡;-꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔.
╰┈➤ ❝ rafayel x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni
tags : pwp (without plot), softdom!rafayel, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, missionary position, teasing, dirty talk, praise, use of "miss bodyguard" as a pet name, lmk if i missed anything !!
wc : 659
Your eyes spoke deafeningly louder than words, and Rafayel was going to drink up every little reaction; every little unveil of pleasure.
You could feel it.
The way his cock slid in and out of you with near-embarrassing ease; every stretch of your walls to accomodate the thickness of him that you could never, ever get used to. You moaned quietly as you took in the languid drag of his length against your cunt, and your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, closer... further into this tantalizing dance of intimacy that only the two of you could ever be familiar with.
And Rafayel did not relent.
Eager to please, his pace remained slow and gentle, just the way you liked it, and just as he always was with you on nights like these. His thumb moved over your cheek in a sweet caress, hips rolling against yours in a motion so smooth, so fluid, so precise in its movements to hit the very spot that had your mouth falling open in little whines.
His hot breath hit against the shell of your ear as he whispered; "Good girl, so wet for me. You like it right there, yeah?"
His words brought a shiver down your spine, eyes closing in pure pleasure, and you felt your own wetness slick down your skin only to pool onto the silken sheets beneath. The schick of your arousal with each pump of his cock was all he needed to affirm your reactions, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed at your eyelids.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Rafayel ran his fingers through your hair, pulling out slowly before fucking forward with a force that had your eyes flying open once more.
"R-Rafa...!"
When you looked at him this time, his gaze was dark. Unlike the playfulness you were used to, his pupils dilated in a lustful desire that had you melting in resignation—it did wonders to the zap of pleasure from your core, and his head cocked to the side, the only remaining hint of mirth in his otherwise commanding aura. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, miss bodyguard."
The song in his voice and the use of your title in the context of your activities had you drawing in a breath, suddenly hyperaware of the way the tip of his cock would reach deep into your cunt.
A protest fell from your lips. "B-but, that's—mnh��not when it feels s-so—"
"Good?"
With a grunt, Rafayel rocked forward with that same force that had you losing all sense of coherence. Whatever words you had on your lips turned only to broken moans of his name, and a deep chuckle confirmed that he was pleased with it.
Though already searing under his touch, the heat of his gaze seemed to burn right into you as his fingers slowly trailed down the side of your face, gripping your chin if only to keep you steady. "See, that's what I like to see." His eyes narrowed in satisfaction, voice barely a whisper. "Brave, valiant, trusty little miss bodyguard... all fucked out and vulnerable, for me."
A gasp from you was the only reaction he would get, before he was fucking into you, hips smacking hard against your pelvis in a pace much faster than what he had started with. He'd barely given you a chance to process all that he'd said, but he meant it—his eyes never strayed from yours, watching your every movement and every reaction.
"A-ah— R-Rafa—ye—el—!"
He didn't miss the helpless parting of your lips, didn't miss the way your face contorted in pleasure, didn't miss your chopped, rapid breaths trying to keep yourself grounded—and he definitely didn't miss the desperate clawing of your nails on his back. When you arched to meet his thrusts, this time with a moan louder than the hushed whispers you'd been spouting the whole night, he leaned against your forehead with a smirk.
"Now that's music to my ears. Let's keep going like this, shall we? Miss bodyguard~"
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“Buy you another drink, soldier?” She nods at the Corellian ale in front of him.
The answer is a negative grunt, followed by, “I got my own drinkin’ money.” Tight lipped, verging on surly.
“Or is drink a code word for something?”
“Would you like it to be?”
<> A follow-up to "Pretty Eyes" <>
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Three and Counting
husband/dad!Oscar x mom/wife!black!reader
Word count: 3.4k
Content warning: 18+, smut on your rooftop and down the chimney, domestic bliss, love and lust is everywhere, reader is pregnant again, pregnancy sex, no one is pulling out, creampies, backshots while pregnant, oral (f receiving), big dick Oscar, reader speaks/understands Spanish, Oscar talks you through it again, switching between names (Oscar/Spooky)
A/N: Though this was not the original, I'm still glad with how this turned out. not proof-read, sorry I'm too fried to do it lmao and again I've never been pregnant, don't know how well pregnancy sex works but I tried lol
not my gif. but spread my legs pls omg
"Mommy." A small whimper sounds below you in the middle of your pancake flipping process. It was 6:30 am and though you hated being up this early, you had to be. It was the first day back to school for your eldest son, Raphael, but it was your youngest daughter, Elliana's first day of kindergarten. Even though this was your second child you couldn't help but feel the sadness over your little girl growing up. It was bittersweet. You'd been home with Elliana for the majority of the first three years of her life, you bonded and were stuck to each other like glue. She's still sleeping in your bed most of the time no matter how much Spooky says you need to ween her off. But you just couldn't, that was your little girl. Your mini-me.
"Mi Amor? It's too early for you to be up." You yawn and rest your free hand on your rotund belly. Carrying baby number three was surprisingly draining. Your first two pregnancies were tiring, sure, but this one seemed to have you riddled with low energy.
"I know." She mutters fiddling with her fingers. "Is there something you'd like?"
Her little brown eyes, big and round just like your own, shift from side to side deciding in that little head of hers if she can admit her truth. You flip over another pancake before placing the spatula on the counter and you look down at your Elliana. You open your arms inviting her in, you hook your hand under her arms and say: "One... twooooo..."
"Threeee." She giggles as she jumps to assist you in picking her up. She sits on your hip and rests her head on your shoulder. "What would you like to talk about my sweet?"
She sighed. "I don't want to go to school. Can't I just stay with you and the baby?"
You smile softly. "I wish bebita, but you need school. School is good. Papi went to school and look, he owns a restaurant. Mama went to school and what does she do now?"
"Nurse."
"Exactamente." You say using the spatula to slide the cooked pancakes off to make room for new ones. "Plus you get to make awesome friends. I met your Tia Jasmine at school."
Elliana laughed. "Tia Jasmine está loca." You laughed along with her. "She is, she's always been like that. But that's why mommy loves her and chose her to be your tia. Entiendes?"
"Si... pero..." Her tiny shoulders sink with the weight of all these feelings. "Pero..." You encourage her to continue. "I had a dream one night, and... and I dreamt you and Papi left me at school. Everyone left, I was alone."
You gasp dramatically. "Ay, mi hija. We would never leave you there." You press a reassuring kiss to her temple. "We will always come back to get you, every single day. And I have good news, today... I won't make you stay the whole day. We will come to get you and Rafa early."
Her eyes light up. "Really?"
"Claro que si! Maybe we'll go to the toy store, who knows. But you must go to school first. Deal?"
She squeals with excitement and kisses your cheek. "Alright, sneak back upstairs before papito wakes up." You whisper carrying her toward the staircase and putting her down on the steps, she walks back upstairs and you stay at the bottom of the steps until you hear the door open and shut quietly.
— — Elliana's small fist holds your two fingers as you walk her up to the school entrance doors where her new teachers are waiting. "Good morning Mr. And Mrs. Diaz, how are you?"
"Good. How are you guys?"
"Summer could've been longer." One of them sigh and pout. "I bet."
Raphael says goodbye to you and his father before turning to his sister, he decides to wait for her so they can walk in together. Oscar gives her a little pep talk and a small kiss before she looks up at you. You squat down as best you can to be at eye level with her. "Okay Ellie Bellie, I want you to do your best today okay? It's fine if you feel a little sad today it's normal."
She nods and her little lip trembles. "I love you so much." Your voice cracks and you know you have to say bye now or you won't leave her. You kiss her head and stick out your pinky and she hooks it with hers. "Go be amazing, mamita."
"Te amo."
You smile softly. "Te amo."
Elliana holds onto her brother's hand and they both make their way inside the building, it takes everything in you to not rush in and save her but you have to let her go. Oscar helps you up and holds onto you until you reach the car, he aids you inside the passenger's seat before heading over to the driver's side. "You okay?"
You nod turning your head to the window, a small tear slips but you quickly wipe it away. "Cariño. She'll be fine."
"I know." You sob. "It's just my stupid hormones." You lie. "Let's just go, if we stay any longer I'll end up going in there."
Oscar slips his hand under yours scooping you up and kissing the back of your hand... your fingers... your wrist. You smile as he wipes your tears away, so glad to have a man who just took care of you in all ways possible. "You want something to eat?"
Your mouth twists with consideration, you did technically eat an hour ago... and you are growing another child so you need all the nutrients that you-
"I'll take that silence as a yes." He says starting the car, you rest your head on his shoulder. He knew you all too well.
— — You did everything you could. Laundry, cooking, sleeping. But somehow the time wouldn't speed up. You and Oscar agreed you'd get the kids around 2:15, but it was only 12:30. You groaned getting up from your lounging position on the couch, and you waddle over to the kitchen meeting a few dishes in the sink. Another distraction for you.
You turn on the water, grab a sponge spill some Dawn dish soap onto it and get to washing. You hum a song that's been stuck in your head for days, unable to get it out.
Oscar comes up from the basement with a basket of laundry that he insisted on folding so you wouldn't have to struggle up and down the stairs. He huffs and drops the basket onto the floor and closes the door behind him. He hears your lovely tunes and follows the sound of your voice.
Oscar pokes his head in the kitchen, your back turned and unaware of his presence behind you. You reach over for your phone in the mood for some music, you play Get Close by Ari Lennox (the same song you were humming) and place your phone back down. His eyes burn through your skimpy clothes. Nothing too serious in your opinion, just a pair of old shorts and a navy blue tank top that was folded under your heavy breasts to help with the sweat. You were hot, you were always hot and it didn't help that it was the end of summer. Your belly was out, in your terms often saying that the baby just needs some air. He smiles sincerely.
He locked special moments like this away and for himself, he was just in awe of you no matter if you were carrying his child or not. If you were fully clothed or ass naked, you had him craving you. He felt himself begin to twitch in his shorts the longer he stared, his eyes zooming in on the tattoo of his name right under your cheek and another one on the back of your right thigh. His hands began to tingle with the urge to touch you, it'd only been an hour but it felt like an eternity.
Oscar makes his way over to you, A small touch on your lower back sends shivers up your spine and it places a smile on your face as well. "You should be resting you know?"
"I know, I just... I'm ready to go get them."
He kisses your ear. "Couple more hours." He mumbled softly snaking his arms around you, his hands cupping the underside of your stomach. "This kid is extra heavy today. It's killing me." You complain leaning back on his for some support, to use someone else's weight than your own to hold you up. "You need a lift?"
Oscar would often come up behind you and gently raise your belly, holding all the weight for you so you could feel just a sweet minute of relief and what relief it was, you couldn't believe you were carrying around all of it.
"Please." You sigh drying your hands in a towel. He squeezes himself closer to you and locks his fingers on your lower stomach. "Ready?"
"Mhm."
He lifts and you instantly sulk and huff with ease. Your head falls back on his shoulder and you smile softly. "This feels so good." You practically moan out. You two stay like that for a moment and find yourselves swaying side to side to the slow sultry music, your eyes feel heavy and they close just for a second. Everything about this was sweet and romantic until you felt... something. Your eyes pop open and you cover your mouth to muffle the giggle bubbling in your throat.
"Um... Oscar..."
No response. "Oscar..."
Still nothing. You tap his arm. "Spooky!"
"Que?" He answers annoyed. You bit your lip. "Are you good?"
He nods. "Why?"
"You're hard, you are poking me on of my cheeks right now." You laugh. "Sorry... I can't... I can't help it."
You shake your head and tell him to put your belly back down, you groan when all that load is back to being your responsibility. He hides his erection with his hands suddenly feeling embarrassed the longer you look at him. "Upstairs." You order him and he looks at you perplexed at the fact that you were the one giving him directions. Your hips reel him in as you make your way to the staircase.
"Let's go, Diaz."
But you didn't have to tell him a third time, he followed right behind you as you two headed to the room. He doesn't even bother shutting the door, just grabs you and tugs you into his embrace, attaching his lip to yours. Your hands cascade over his oversized arms giving them a loving squeeze. His hand glides across the small of your back and over the ample flesh of your backside. He aggressively grabs a handful of your ass and you gasp against his lips. You giggle, blissed out and wrecked before anything has happened.
He backs you up into the bed before he carefully pushes you down onto the mattress, you do your best to scoot further so he has room to join you. He hops on and finds his solace between your legs, caressing your smooth skin as he follows a pathway to your shorts, he drags them down and tosses them wherever too preoccupied with the treasure that is in front of him. His brown eyes practically glow when his eyes land on your heat, you clench around nothing but anticipation and want, the need for his mouth on you is obvious and you have no intention of hiding it when you stretch your legs out further for him.
Oscar gets the message and runs one of his thick fingers down your slit and slowly plunging into your hole but you need more, and he knows, so he vanishes between your legs working his tongue through your lips and navigating its way to your clit which he finds in no time-- you weren't pregnant with your third for no reason, that man knew your body like he was studying for a quiz. He knew what you hated, knew what made you tick and explode like a bomb.
Your eyes close, and your body surrenders to him instantly when he massages your clit the right way. He licks and sucks on your bud like he was trying to drain you, rid you of your energy. You hold your legs up and your nails dig into your skin making crescent shapes on the back of your meaty thighs. He continues to lap up your pussy juices, you clench around his finger that had yet to make its way deeper inside her. As if he read her mind he slips his middle finger back inside, when he pulls back once more he adds his ring finger and your eye twitches.
"Mierda... fuck!" You whine at the extra sensation. You decide to let your legs rest on his shoulders, your hands now free to touch yourself. You rid yourself of your tank top and cup your breasts in each hand, you light massage them-- they weren't too sensitive today. Your mouth slacks open as he pumps you at a quicker pace. "Oooh!" You cry out.
You sit up on your elbows and get a glimpse of his back muscles flexing along with the movements of his arm. You giggle hazily when he hits a certain area, your toes curl when he continuously presses against your spot, your head falls back and his name flows from your lips. You inch back but he has a good grip on you. You cry out and plead for him to let up but it's no use, his tongue dives inside your aching hole and you clench around the muscle. He moans at your taste and smacks your thigh with appreciation. You fall back onto the bed, eyes falling to the back of your head.
He gives you one more lick before sitting up on his knees. He looks down at the panting state that you're currently in and takes the opportunity to dispose of his shorts and boxers, he's rock hard and can't wait any longer, his usual blush pink tip has become a cherry red shade. Oscar strokes himself while gliding his tip between your folds. "You think you'll be okay on all fours?" He asks and you nod. He helps you sit up and turn around, he grabs your pregnancy pillow and forms it in a way that you can rest your stomach inside and be a bit more comfortable. Once you are set you tell him you're ready.
Oscar grasps a handful of your cheeks with one hand while his cock lays in the other, he nudges your entrance once again and finally sinks himself inside--carefully. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, the feeling of him sliding against your sticky walls never gets old. He groans pulling back and pushing in once again. He bottoms out and fills you to capacity. You mutter something about him being so deep and feeling so full. He rocks his hips at a steady pace, he likes to make you feel everything.
Every stroke. Every hit. Every rotation of his hips is torturous. Your cheek is pressed against the sheets and your body rocks with every thrust he gives you. You whimper and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle any more noises but it's a failed attempt when he spanks you, your body reacts by tightening its grip on his girth. He ditches the slow strokes and picks up his pace. The sound of your wet pussy squelching with every hit was like music to his ears along with the constant mumbles of his name that left your lips. "Papito, no puedo soportalo...fuck." (I can't take it anymore.)
He leans over and kisses the back of your shoulder, his chiselled chest is pressed against your back. His teeth nibbled at your ear, and his grunting mixed with a bit of whining was the only thing you could hear. Sounds of skin-to-skin erupted through the room and snuck its way through the halls.
"You can take me querida, you always take me so fucking well." He whispers hotly in your ear, you cry out over his words of encouragement. He sneaks his hands under you and toys with your clit. "You're squeezing this fucking dick, mierda, and you're so wet oh it's soaking me."
You can only croak out, "Oh, I'm cum-m-" before your body falls weak, goes limp, you convulse around his length and coat him nicely with your orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...ooooh Spookyyyy!" You drag out as you cream all over him, and he drags out your high continuing to pound into you like nobody's business-- as well as seeming to forget your current state. "I'm gonna cum in that fucking pussy, mama."
He rocks into you once more and stays like that, you feel him throb inside you and the warm spill of his seed spreads inside you. You hum in satisfaction and a smile is plastered on your face. "Shit..." He chuckles. "You good?"
You just nod completely lost in happiness. He gives you a little smack on your ass, a little sign of appreciation, he softens and pulls out leaving you empty and exposed with his nut and yours slowly leaking out of your pleased hole. You ease down to a more comfortable position and sigh, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy and your body sore and sleepy. Oscar rushes off to the bathroom for a clean rag, he runs it under warm water and returns to the room, he helps clean you up and once he is fine with the results he rinses it off again and tosses it on the dirty clothes hamper to dry a bit.
He comes back and closes the door behind him this time. "We got about an hour, rest, take a nap." But you're a step ahead of him, comfortable under the covers your body betrays you in the best way as it drifts off into slumber. Oscar smiles and joins you, he eases himself under the covers and pulls you closer to him, his fingers spread over your belly and he massages small circles on your skin. It was something that soothed him as well. "I love you, baby." He whispers. "We love you too." You mumble nuzzling into him.
-- --
"Today was awesome!" Elliana cheered as she skipped inside the house. "Mrs. Havenwood let us watch a movie, we watched Elemental. And then she helped me with spelling some words, and I painted a flower."
You beamed at your energetic daughter who seemed to have a jitter-free day, she hadn't stopped talking about her day since you and Oscar picked her and Rafa up from school. "Well, I'm happy to hear you had such an eventful day. So no tears?"
Elliana proudly says, "No tears." You reach out for her and she runs to hug you, you kiss her temple. "That's my big girl."
"I can't wait to go back tomorrow. And maybe... maybe you and Papa don't have to come get me."
Your eyes widened. "En serio? The whole day?"
She nods eagerly. "Si! I'll be fine."
"I mean... if that's what you want-"
"Yay! Thank you! Is it okay if I go play video games with Rafa?"
You nod. "That's fine, but not gun games, por favor." You glare at the both of them. They say okay and head upstairs together leaving you dumbfounded, you were ecstatic that your daughter had such a great first day but you were expecting tears... a little bit of sadness considering your conversation with her at six this morning. Oscar looks at you and offers his hand, you take it and he kisses your knuckles. "Sounds like she had a great day."
"It does."
He tilts his head. "Expected her to be sad?"
"A bit."
He nods understanding. "I get it, but I think it just shows you did a great job preparing her. Especially this morning."
You suck your teeth. "You heard us?"
"I did. I know when my little princesa isn't around me. But I'm glad she's comfortable enough at this age to tell you how she truly feels, you encourage her to be herself all the time and I think that helped a lot with today." He sweet talks, your eyes turn into hearts and your bottom lip pokes out. "Thank you." You whisper leaning forward and smooching your lips on his.
He kissed your forehead after. "You're a great mom. That's why I'm already thinking about the baby after this one."
You holler. "Boy, no, this is the third and last."
"You said that about Elliana."
"Well, I mean it this time." You say firmly. He nods. "Whatever you say, ma. Whatever you say."
I had fun writing this so I hope yall have fun reading this. If you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. see you in the next one. peace and love 🤙🏾
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